A few days later, a fire was raised outside the city, and there was a difference in the bonfire.

Above the city wall, a person observed the fire outside, not knowing what the fire represents, but he knew that when these fires burned, he needed to inform some people.

People who watch the fire on the city are scholars and the most distinctive group of this era.

They are loyal to their masters, sometimes they may be a kind of kindness, sometimes they may be a praise, sometimes they may even be just a bowl of wine and a piece of meat.

Three cups of wine are so proud, but the five mountains are so light.

Scholars, that's it.

This is what the nobles hope for under the feudal system, and what the nobles have always wanted the scholars to abide by but they do not need to abide by.

A scholar is only loyal to the higher-level princes or emperors.

As for right or wrong, that is not something that scholars should consider: the master is very good to me, so I can only repay him with death.

Just as the trend of cultivating scholars began to prevail in later generations, Feng Xi, a native of Qi, only knew that there was Mengchangjun but not Qi's princes; Zhu Hai knew that there was Xinlingjun but not Wei's king.

Observing the bonfire on the city wall is a different taxi, not a bad person, but a real taxi.

A few years ago, when he was at his most downturn, the Dayin saw that although he was wearing bad clothes, he still wore a sword, so he used his wine and meat.

Just two bowls of wine and a piece of meat, the scholar secretly made a promise that he would repay him with death in this life.

He never said these words, because he didn't like to move himself before he did it, but waited quietly.

Until the Chu people began to siege the city, Dayin sent someone to find him and only asked him to do a few things on the city wall. He happily made a promise and knew that what he did might violate the ban of Mozhe and be killed, but he did not hesitate.

If Gong Zaoye was familiar with this person, he would definitely give the same evaluation as the person who left a scar on his face: knowing the small righteousness but damaging the great righteousness.

This scholar was assigned to the city wall. He knew the rules of Mo's guarding the city and had to order a handwritten letter to the city wall.

Not to mention going down the city at will, even if there is chaos in the city, people on the city wall cannot leave at will. There are too many words such as "break" and "cutting" on the read announcements.

This scholar is generous and polite to others, and the common people who guard the city together respect him very much.

A few days ago, the Chu people attacked the city with Yang Di, and this person even attacked and killed several Chu people and was rewarded.

In his opinion, the friendly relationship between him and the common people who guarded the city was also considered a feud.

Just as Da Yin once sponsored him once, if someone else was, he would at most feel acceptable, but Da Yin's identity could actually be made friends with him, that would be different.

Just like many assassins, perhaps their friends are also very nice to him. They also have their own pride in their hearts, but they can never escape the subconscious constraints of their identity and bloodline: if they are princes and nobles, they will find it rare, after all, the other party has a noble identity.

So he thought that these common people who guarded the city should not be a barrier for him to deliver the message. After saying a few words, he got off the city and was submerged in the night.

No one in the city knew where he went at night, but when he came back, several swordsmen wearing black clothes and wearing the mark of the Imperial Night Tour of the City between his arms were waiting there.

Behind the swordsman was a commoner who was dull on weekdays. He pointed to the scholar and said, "It was him who went down to the city at night and there was no seal."

The sword-holder took out a piece of paper, wrote a few words on it and said: "The giant has an order, and the reward and punishment are clearly distinguished. Those who can report that they do not obey the order and go down to the city privately will reward bronze. Once the siege is lifted, it will be delivered to you. Even if you die in battle, you will have children, parents and relatives."

The commoner thanked him and left.

The scholar knew that he was not the opponent of these cold-faced swordsmen in the Mozhe, but he couldn't help but feel betrayed and shouted at the commoner: "I am a scholar, you are not a commoner, but I talk to you with a kind face. Are you not grateful? I am not afraid of death, and now I know that the commoner is ignorant!"

The monks guarding the city said, "The Mo said that people are ministers of heaven. Why do you mean you are a scholar and talk to me? I want to be grateful? You went down to the city privately. Will we suffer after the city is destroyed? Report you, not only will we suffer if the city is destroyed, but we will also be rewarded with copper. I don't know why I didn't do it."

The scholar laughed a few times, and the swordsman of the Mozhe asked coldly, "Do you want to resist?"

The soldier suddenly drew his sword, and the three Ink Swordsmen immediately surrounded him and asked, "Who have you gone to see? Haven't you said it? You can avoid death penalty according to the law."

After saying that, the three of them were about to rush forward, but the scholar crossed his sword and his neck and laughed, "The matter is over, why should I die? I can't say anything!"

Mozhe shouted, "If you don't want the city to be destroyed, how many people in the city will suffer from disaster?"

The man roared to the sky and said with a sword: "In the past, Yu Rang assassinated Zhao Xiangzi, and once said that a soldier died for his confidant, and a woman was tolerated for his confidant. If I died for his confidant, what should the others in the world do to me?"

He also said: "I am not a foolish people who value wealth over righteousness. You ink have the righteousness of the ink, and I also have my own righteousness!"

After saying that, he didn't say anything nonsense. With a wave of the sword, blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground and died.

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On the city wall, there were more than one person who observed the bonfire outside the city. The Mozhe, who guarded the city, also passed the news back. Mo Di and some disciples personally climbed the city wall to watch, looking at the bonfires that were deliberately made, without knowing their joys and anger.

"There are some people in the city and some people have an affair with Chu people. This is self-evident. But... I don't know what the Chu people are going to do?"

Shi pointed to the bonfire in the distance and replied, "Sir, my disciples think that if the Chu people do whatever they want, why should we think about what they want to do?"

"If someone else defends the city, you naturally have to consider siege to deal with it. But the one who defends the city is you, sir. You are the one who can do the 'the good defender has no attack'. So we are not passive, as long as we follow our own methods."

Mo Zi looked at Shi with a smile and suddenly asked, "You have said that you are a timely helper, and the difference between adding icing on the cake. If you are the Emperor of Heaven, would you bring cold snow to help you help?"

Shi's body was slightly cold, thinking about this sentence, but I don't know how to answer.

He was not the Emperor of Heaven, but he was looking forward to the situation that the husband said: he was looking forward to chaos in the city, looking forward to the unreliable of Song Gong being caught between the nobles, and looking forward to the fact that the power of the fiefdom of Shangqiu was unable to be used by the aristocracy.

So, even if he knows something, he is unwilling to stop it in advance, not to mention that he doesn't know at all.

So he asked back: "Sir, if you are the Emperor of Heaven, you will be very conflicted."

Mo Zhai asked with a smile: "Why?"

"There is snow in the cold weather, and those who burn charcoal are happy, those who have no clothes are bitter and cold; those who have no clothes are hot and cool, those who have no clothes are cool, and those who burn charcoal are worried."

He avoided answering the questions Mo Zhai really wanted to ask, but he could not hide them from them.

Mo Zi smiled, shook his head, and did not talk about this topic again. He only sighed: "There are wars among the princes and nobles. When will the world be determined? If you say it is determined, who can do it?"

The one Mozi said is not just unity, but one in the Mohist discourse.

Synonyms above and below, same text and same course, unified worldview and values, unified moral evaluation, unified funeral methods...

Shi sighed and said for a while: "Sir, I'm afraid I won't see it in my lifetime. The third time I will stop the war and join the alliance will not be able to form an alliance."

Mo Zhaiyao looked at the bonfire in the distance and said, "How could I not know? I just knew it, but I still looked forward to it."

Shi gritted his teeth and said, "Sir, please don't expect it. You can imagine that Gonggong and Zhurong's war in the past. If there is only one blow of water, and one blow, it will be extinguished. But the Mozhe lets the fire and water separate until the fire burns all over and becomes Zhurong, and until the water converges into Gonggong, who will do the stone to replenish Buzhou Mountain?"

Mo Zhai stared at Shi, looked at him for a long time, and sighed: "I don't hesitate to kill one person to benefit the world. I will hesitate to kill tens of thousands of people to benefit the world. What about you? Shi, will you hesitate to kill tens of thousands of people to benefit the world?"

Shi hurriedly said, "Disciple doesn't have that ability."

Mo Zi laughed and said, "You won't kill yourself, but you can watch others kill, but as long as you think it's beneficial, you may not stop it. I said, this is a blessing, but fortunately, what you think is profitable is profitable to the world. At least now, what you call profitable to the world is right. I just suddenly remembered, if the profit you wanted to get was not profitable to the world but power to the world, what would you do?"

Shi said calmly: "Of course I will still become a Mo. Because I am not a noble family, even if I want to be a powerful player in the world, I can only become a Mo. Shengchuo can become a retainer of Tian Xiang Ziniu because of your words, and a senior brother can become Zheng's Shangqing because of your words. I think this is the best choice."

"So, sir, after you die, I am afraid you don't know what I will become, nor what the other disciples will become. I think with your wisdom, you have thought about this question long ago."

Mo Zi smiled and said calmly: "Yes, I thought about it. But I'm not afraid anymore."

Shi also smiled and said, "Yes. You actually don't believe in ghosts and gods, so you thought so before. The ghosts and gods you hope for are just to supervise the world. I think that when the Mozhe appears in the seven enlightenment and various rules for choosing giants appear, they clarify the will of heaven and the building of a paradise, you will not be afraid."

Mo Zi smiled but did not answer, neither saying that he believed nor saying that he did not believe, but that he did not answer was answer.

While speaking, a Mo man climbed the city from the bottom of the city and repeated the matter on the city wall. Gong Zaoye sighed and shook his head and said, "Sir, can such a person be considered a righteous man?"

Mo Zi praised: "It's true. It's true. But it's just a small righteousness after all, not a big righteousness. This man is very good. If he believes in the righteousness of the Mo, he will naturally die for the benefit of the world."

Shi also said, "This is like the love between a man and a woman. If someone else seems to be trapped in it and cannot escape, he may expect that the person who cannot escape is himself. But is it the woman or this kind of love that others expect?"

"If you fall in love with a woman because of an unrelieved love and the woman agrees, then there will be no unrelieved love. After all, you still have to figure out what you want, right?"

He was carefully reminding the giant and the people around him not to hope that the Mozhe is extremely pure, and not to control the number of people who join the Mozhe so strictly, but to lower some requirements appropriately.

Should the Mozhe be an extremely pure and self-destructive organization? Or should he relax his requirements and take advantage of the unparalleled prestige after the siege war and recruit some less pure and less self-destructive people to join?
Chapter completed!