When cheers arise, there will be likes and dislikes.

Likes and dislikes may not necessarily be good and evil.

Since you have likes and dislikes, you can know that there is meaning.

No righteousness is like a person stepping on an ant, without joy or evil.

As for judging right and wrong and having likes and dislikes, which one is the meaning, that is another matter.

After hearing these cheers, Mozi showed a happy expression on his face. The name of "The Book of Songs" is Yan Yan.

He ignored the many possible enemies around him and said to his disciples who were accompanying him: "I have gained something when I hear the joy of all the people."

The disciples who were attending the left and right had no special tasks for the time being. After hearing what the gentleman said, they did not avoid enemies on the side. They knelt on the ground, took out paper made of leather from the small burlap bag on their backs, and took out the charcoal pen that was available at any time to record the way.

"In the past, Jie of Xia used to make wine ponds and meat forests, and often used torture to kill people. Zhou Zhou of Shang digs his heart and makes the people more powerful. People all over the world have sympathy for these people who were digs and tortured to death."

"Later, Shang Tang released Jie in Nanchao, and King Wu killed Shang Zhou in Lutai. People in the world waited until Jie of Xia died and Shang Zhou was dead, and they were as happy as a bird to leaps."

"Why are there sympathy and joy in the same way?"

"Whoever is happy must be in accordance with the will of heaven."

"So life and death are not something worth celebrating or resentment. Whether life and death perform righteousness, whether it conforms to the will of heaven, and whether it is beneficial to the world, is something worth celebrating or resentment."

"What is life happy? What is death hard? If you are cruel to the world and be miserable, you can be spitted; if you die for the world and die for the world, you can be respected; if you kill someone and benefit the world, you can be killed; if you save someone and harm the world, you cannot be saved."

Charcoal Shasha, the disciples who were attending the left and right, wrote down one by one. If there were any words that they could not write, they would first write them down with the appropriate sounds.

These people have been a man of the Ink who has been a man of the long time, and have a deep understanding of the "right to weigh the trade-offs" and the "simplified scriptures of the argument".

After Mozi said this, everyone had something to gain, or said, "We can understand the truth of sir. If we record words and spread them to the world, we can also let the world know."

Mo Zi smiled and thought to himself that I let me walk into the grass and silk and transform into tens of millions, but it was not just me who walked into the grass and silk? I was afraid that there were still the two gentlemen who were waiting.

It’s just that the meaning is similar and the same, but he insists on treating me as the sunflower that can be filled with golden crows in the eyes of the crowd.

He clearly does not believe in ghosts and gods, but he insists on making me a ghost.

OK.

He also estimated the current situation, smiled on his face, but secretly made the seemingly loose mourners gather here. In addition to leaving behind the necessary stable people, the rest gathered from the channels to make a siege.

He used his words to pass on the order, wrote it on paper, and handed it over to the disciples who were attending him. The disciples also left quietly and passed it on to the masters of the ink army.

Off the stage, the master and apprentice chatted and laughed as if no one was present; on the stage, the murderer smiled and flowed.

Finally, the adversary men were sweating. The disciples who were attending Mozi were kneeling on the ground as if no one was around, with their backs exposed in front of everyone, but they didn't care. The confidence in them was self-evident.

While the Mozhe talked and laughed, Teng Shuyu, who was 15 years old, rolled down his first bead of sweat and fell from his chin to the ground without any notice.

The sweat beads were subtle, but this drop vibrated for several miles.

Before, when the witches of the great clan Zhu saw Teng Shuyu, they felt calm and had strange skills on their bodies and confidence in their hearts.

In fact, Teng Shuyu was already very tired since Luo Chuili killed the first person.

His legs began to tremble unconsciously when Luo Chuili shouted "Next".

But he couldn't tremble in front of everyone, so he tightened the muscles of his thighs and calf, as stiff as a stone.

This is extremely exhausting, but at least it does not tremble.

Exhaustion is pain that you can bear; trembling is cowardice that others will mock it.

Warriors live mostly for others, and most of them live in the eyes of everyone.

The calm expressions seen in everyone's eyes and faces remained unchanged, but in fact he gritted his teeth tightly and bulged the muscles on his cheeks, using his stiff muscles to fight the clattering sound of teeth hitting under fear.

He killed people at the age of fifteen and became famous at the age of fifteen. He thought he was already a master of swordsman and the number one raid in the world.

He also knew that things in the Central Plains were abundant, but he thought they were all murderers. Even if there were good players in the countries, they could only be similar to him. Besides, the Mo people had a reputation, but they all made sense.

Teng Shuyu thought that reasoning people would only talk and would not kill people.

But when Luo Chuili used his shock to kill the first person who revenges blood relatives, Teng Shuyu understood that he would probably only be 40% sure to win when he fought against Luo Chuili.

In addition to fear, he had thought that although Luo Chuili was not the best player in the swordsmanship, he might be so, so he hoped that others would consume Luo Chuili's physical strength and according to the initial method of opening and closing, he would lose his strength by killing three or five more times.

At that time, he can go on stage to fight him, consume his energy, wait for his strength to dissipate and then kill him in one fell swoop, or he may be 70% sure.

However, what he unexpected was that after Luo Chuili killed the first person to show deterrence, he used the simplest stabbing, which was the most labor-saving. It would be fine to kill six or seven more people like this.

What he unexpectedly unexpected was that Mo Zhe's leader Mo Di seemed to preach to his disciples without anyone, and he didn't care about the outcome on the stage at all. He was obviously full of confidence.

What frightened him the most was that after every time Luo Chuili killed someone, he would unconsciously look at a tall and strong person next to the stage with scars on his face.

But the person with scars on his face never responded. Every time he did not respond, Luo Chuili would have an indescribable look of loneliness on his face.

Both of them are goose heroes, Teng Shuyu didn't know what this means. Obviously, Luo Chuili was looking forward to that person's praise, but that person was too lazy to praise or was unwilling to praise him against his will.

He saw this emotion more from his subordinate friends. This was a worship of the strong, and this worship turned into a word of praise from the strong, which was enough to make him happy.

Teng Shuyu's preface at this time, Luo Chuili's preface was true. This person is really not the best swordsman among the Mozhe.

At most, he is only 60% or 70% sure of defeating Luo Caili, and he has to wait until Luo Caili's strength is exhausted. He has never taken action and only talks with the child next to him to tell the scars on his face, and is afraid he will die.

"It's really a death sentence."

Teng Shuyu warned himself like this that his muscles that tightened his whole body to prevent trembling had consumed too much of his strength. Now even if he dealt with Luo Chuili, he was not very sure.

Only then did he realize that he was a 15-year-old murderer and could be a master of the land within a hundred miles of Teng, but he could be placed in the nine provinces and tens of thousands of miles. He was afraid he was nothing.

I don’t want to die, all I want is to make a name for myself.

After I am still a public clan, if people retreat in the future, they will still have a chance to restore the country.

If you become famous, you may become a doctor or a Sima when you restore your country in the future.

Even if I no longer become famous, I will always need the power of these rangers around me when I restore my country in the future.

But if you die, all this will be gone.

Looking at the dead body left by Luo Chuili, Teng Shuyu's first bead of sweat dripped from his tight face and fearful heart.

It carried too much, and this drop of sweat that should have been light was so heavy that it splashed on the ground, and everyone was shocked.

At this time, Luo Chuili, who had killed four people on the stage, listened to the cheers coming from a distance, gasped with a slightly rapid breath, and knew that his sword intent was the strongest and his muscles were the loosest.

Even though he did not receive even a single word of praise from Gong Zaoye, he was just a little disappointed. After all, the people he killed were too weak.

At this time, the body is hot, the blood is boiling, and the qi is in full swing. I know that this is the time to fight for a good player.

So he no longer pulled from Zhu Qi, but pointed his sword at Teng Shuyu in the audience and shouted: "You will say that you were just fifteen years old and said rude words to my husband, who insulted me. The gentleman taught me that you should not kill warriors with little righteousness, otherwise you would be unscrupulous."

"Today, since you are pushing each other with Xiaoyi, it's not my fault! The 15-year-old Teng warrior came up to fight Luo Caili, the Mohist!

He was in full momentum, and his words were even more courageous.

He spits his sword with his fingers, and looks down on him.

Everyone next to him looked at Teng Shuyu. Teng Shuyu suddenly drew his sword. Everyone thought he was going to go up to fight with him, but he didn't expect him to say loudly to his friend next to him: "You can't fight today. Mozhe is crazy, and he will die even if he fights! It's better to die!"

"I am not jealous of myself, but in fact I will keep this body to carry out great things in the future. I am the descendant of Shuxiu, and the descendant of King Wen. How can I die here? If you want to get a name and seek wealth, you should retreat quickly!"

He is also a person who does great things. He knows that he cannot win, cannot become famous or die, and makes a quick decision.

He had already noticed the path left by the Mozhe among the people. After shouting, he made it clear that he was not chasing his life but was going to raise a big event in the future. He ran away and shouted to everyone next to him: "Those who block the way will die!"

When he shouted, his friends and friends who followed him knew that Teng Shuyu didn't want to fight, and he would die if he stayed. When he saw the ability of Mozhe, he followed behind and fled out.

This fifteen-year-old warrior was the sharp blades of these Wu Zhu clans. The sharp blades were broken, and everyone was no longer thinking about it. They were shocked by Luo Chuili's previous brutal killing methods and were immediately in chaos.

Many people were either preparing to escape, preparing to give up, or preparing to kneel down and begging for mercy, without the momentum of playing sings and singing to revenge.

Seeing that the situation was about to turmoil, Mo Zi took out a wooden whistle and blew it hard. The Mo people who had been standing with swords and wearing leather armor moved when they heard the order.

A group of ten people rushed forward with the tactics of counterattacking in the city gate, and immediately stabbed more than ten people to death.

The villagers led by Gao Sunzi, Mo Chengzi and others also rushed in quickly and kept these people out of the people.

Those Mo people who specialize in guarding the city gates were trained to fight against soldiers and armored doctors. They were the most obedient to the orders. These ordinary warriors were not their opponents.

If the city gate is broken, it is most taboo to fear death and retreat. Therefore, whenever the city gate is broken, the first person to enter the city gate must be the relatives of the warriors who attack the city.

Mo Zi thought hard about good strategies and created a dense array of armor-breaking short swords. He trained more than a hundred Mo people who were specifically used to fight back in the city gates. They could be used for battles in ten thousand formations, let alone these chaotic enemies?

Although there is no shield in his hand, the formation is still densely packed in a group of ten people. Just like when guarding the city gate, he ignored the flanks and launched an attack twenty steps, trampling and hitting those who wanted to escape, and was determined to act fiercely and decisively.

The great clan didn't know what Mozhe wanted to do, and thought he wanted to kill people. The dead soldiers around him were also ready to fight to the death, but they were not the opponents of these real people who never died in a formation. Wu Zhu's hearts were scattered after him, and the woman who cried before had never seen such a scene. She was frightened and had long lost her in size.

Mo Zi had long wanted to do something, but was just waiting for an opportunity, a time for the people in the distance to cheer for Luo Caili's killing.

Now that the wings are on the side, the encirclement has been completed on the back of the people. Here, the enemy is exhausted and frightened in the defensive counterattack. It is the time.

He is waiting for the upper echelon of righteousness, not just for the fear and panic of these people.

You can kill chaos, and you can kill even if you don’t mess around. But when you kill, he cares whether the people cheer or angry.

The previous secret order has caused the seemingly distributed armored men to gather here quietly, and the encirclement has been completed and separated these people from the people, leaving only one of them to escape.

The power is in place, and there is no hesitation, and then blows the wooden whistle and shouts: "Today, I will only punish the tyrannical sacrifices, sacrifice to living people, collect money, and deceive ghosts and gods! It has nothing to do with others! Those who move around will be killed!"

He first told the truth, and threatened death. Those who held the sword ink shouted in unison: "Today, only punish the tyrannical sacrifices, sacrifice to living people, collect money, and deceive ghosts and gods! It has nothing to do with others! Those who move around will be killed!"
Chapter completed!