In Shangqiu City, in the shoemaker's shop.

Luhua called herself Mo and performed a manly ritual. Mozi instantly understood who this person was.

Qin Huali told him about this woman practicing medicine and preaching. Although Mo Zi heard many people calling herself Mo, there were only three or four of them, all of which were made up, so I remembered them deeply.

Children are ink, women are ink... There has never been any past in this world, so you will know it naturally with a single point.

There are serious matters and urgent matters.

After Luhua roughly explained the situation of the village community, Qin Huali was stunned. He glanced at Mozi and found that Mozi was also surprised.

Only unexpected things can lead to an expression of surprise.

Nowadays, strange things happen. A small nobleman, with dozens of people, dares to steal the things of the Ink Master?

Although this man called himself a man, he was considered an imperial decree after all.

Qin Huali thought to himself, what kind of world is this? How dare you steal the things from our Mo family? This is really a mess.

That black jade is the jade treasure of my Mo family. Even Mr. Song dared not rob me of my Mo family.

He can ask for it if he gives it to him, but he dare not think about it if he doesn't give it to him. This man is so brave.

Lu Hua just finished speaking, someone came into the room and saluted the owner and his wife first. Then Mo Zi called him "Mr.

This man was extremely tall, nine feet tall, with a fleshy face. Standing inside the house, he looked like a mountain pressing down, and his whole body was swollen.

There was a scar on his face, grinning from his ears to the corner of his mouth, and when he saluted, he felt a little scary.

The person who came was Mozi's 37th disciple, who had criticized the "warrior" Luo Huali with a wooden stick.

These days he heard Qin Huali talk about the meaning of the man who was not the man who practiced the man who was in the man who was in the man who was in the man who had been in the man who had been in the man who had been in the man who had come from Chu. He was already close to him and was also curious about the grains described by the other man who had come from Chu.

After asking about the situation clearly, Gong Zaoye asked: "Sir?"

Without asking more questions, the word "Sir" has endless meaning.

Mo Zi nodded and said, "Thirty-seven, you have your legs fast, go first. I will arrive later. We have been silent all these years. I am afraid that some people have forgotten that not everyone dares to grab our things."

Gong Zaoye nodded, without saying much, he carried his sword and walked away with Reed Flower.

Inside the house, Qin Huali said, "Sir, you want to go too? I'll just go there like this kind of small matter, and you don't have to come forward. Thirty or fifty people are at most just a little sergeant. In fact, it's enough for one person to go."

Mozi also knew that this matter might be a big deal for that village community, but for the entire Mozhe organization, such a thing is really just a small matter as thick as a twine.

But Mozhe thought about it himself and said with a smile: "I originally wanted to go and see this person in a few days. Now that I have time, I just go there. Since he said that those things are treasures for my Mo family to save the world, wouldn't it disappointing for me, a giant, not to protect the treasures of the Mo family?"

"Then let's go now?"

"No hurry. These things, and the things you mentioned in "The Paradise", I think this must have a deep meaning. People must remember that my Mohist things are not so easy to grab, otherwise what can I do in the future? Li, you see, the chickens and ducks are crawling around the ground, and people are killing them at any time; the poisonous snake is winding, but few people can easily catch them. Why do you think this is?"

Qin Huali immediately understood what Mozi meant, smiled without saying anything, and just smiled and answered.

Mozi thought it was really ridiculous. Since he first accepted disciples and passed on to Yi after he was thirty years old, no one dared to steal the things protected by the Mo people.

No major thing has been done in recent years, and it has restrained the heroes among the disciples. Now some people have forgotten that Mozhe’s hands are covered with blood.

There may be another matter of defending the city soon, so it is just right to take advantage of this time to awaken some memories that seem to have been forgotten and to intimidate some people at that time.

"Li, call someone."

When Qin Huali heard this, he nodded and withdrew. After a moment, a sharp wooden whistle sounded across the streets and alleys. Three or five people wearing short browns ran wildly and disappeared in the streets and alleys.

Outside the house, a huge wooden kite made by Mozi and Gongshuban flew into the sky, with a small whistle tied to the tail, and a whistle sounded like a whistle blown by the wind.

...

On the street, one person was selling some pottery in the street market, which was cheap and of good quality.

Several people were bargaining, but the man seemed to hear something. He looked at the sky in the distance and then said, "If you have something to do today, please use it and take it yourself. Just come here to give me money tomorrow."

After saying that, he got up, walked towards his home, and took his dagger.

...

In the city, several people were cooking rice in a pottery jar. They came from all over the country, from southern Chu and east Qi, talking about each other's experiences.

Suddenly, one person ran in and said a few words.

The people immediately put the half-cooked rice in the pottery jar aside, took the sword and stood up, and followed the man who sent the letter.

The remaining four people in the house ran to different places after these people left and ran to tell each other.

...

Among the city walls, a person was counting how much corn he had left in his house.

Inside his ears was his wife's nagging and a bit of resentment that he had never seen for a long time. He just listened and showed a flattering smile on his face.

Just as he was about to keep warm, he suddenly heard the whistle outside, stretched out his rough hand from his wife's arms, and took out a small crossbow from the straw with his backhand.

"I'll go do things and I'll go back in a moment."

Push the door out without hesitation.

...

The kite rose and the whistle sounded. In just two minutes, more than 200 ink people from all over Shangqiu City gathered under the juniper tree where Mozi was teaching, and separated from left and right, arranged in rows.

Mozi stood with his sword, counting with his fingers, and after he was in harmony, he only said one word.

"Walk."

The Mo people were silent and followed Mo Zi and walked along the road.

If you have no direction, just follow Mozi, it is enough. There is a sea of ​​fire and gorge ahead, and you will not be able to turn your feet straight.

Before the team, the two of them walked first a hundred feet away and told the people in Shangqiu City that there was no war to defend the city, so they didn't need to worry.

After the team, the seven people took the seal of Mozhe and went to their respective offices and the six ministers' mansions. They were unblocked and said that Mozhe had no major problems in performing martial arts.

Even so, the nobles in Shangqiu City were still panicked. After the messenger left, they asked, what exactly happened that made the ink master come out?

Dai, Ling, Huang and other schools sighed as they watched the ink people walking silently forward.

If you have such a force in your hands, who will abide by the alliance between the three tribes of the Song Dynasty?

Unfortunately, people who are loyal and righteous in the world have their treasures as righteousness, and it is difficult to gather this crowd without righteousness.

All the clans do not lack land, but only the great power.

...

...

Village and community.

Gongsun Ze knelt on his sword, still reflecting on his intention to see the evil and to show off oneself. He gained something and moved with the wind.

The six fingers were no longer beaten, but were still tied to the tree, and the questioning sound became increasingly severe.

He adhered to the moral of his choice, endured the pain he should have, looked into the distance with a smile on his lips.

A mile away, I had seen the situation here and knew that something must have happened.

With a whistling sound, the villagers who went with him to carry the stones picked up the wooden poles from the ox cart and unloaded the stones from the ox cart.

Just ride in a ox cart, everyone follows behind him, just like following a four-horse chariot during martial arts.

He drove the cattle and felt extremely uneasy.

Although I don't know what happened, something must have happened.

According to his thoughts, unless he is a true gentleman like Gongsun Ze, he can argue with him without avoiding the name of the Mo family, or even kill him on the grounds of obedience and failure.

But people like Gongsun Ze will definitely hold on to the right of a gentleman and will not do such a thing when they have a gentleman's agreement.

Anyone who is not a gentleman will definitely not dare to provoke people from the Mo family.

The Mo who guarded the Song Dynasty and rejected Qi, and the officials did not conform to the meaning of the Mo who recalled the officials and no one dared to use it... Such a group of people would never rely solely on their mouths, especially those techniques of defending the city, which could not be solved by a group of gentlemen in the traditional sense.

After a little straightening, he guessed the result.

It is very likely that Mozi returned to Shangqiu, and someone finally knew that he was not Mozhe.

I thought to myself: "It's impossible. I only talked about the land of prophecies and have not really talked about ghosts and gods. The biggest problem between me and Mo Zi is this theory of ghosts and gods. I did the rest according to the methods that Mozhe should do."

"If Mozi returned to Shangqiu, he might have heard about my affairs, otherwise these people would not dare to touch me. But how could he have heard about these affairs and not accepted me as his disciple?"

"No, no, there must be something wrong!"

The first time I was a little panicked, and I felt extremely depressed on my face and angrily said to the back: "Don't be afraid, I am Mozhe, and there are Zi Mozi and hundreds of disciples behind me. These people dare not do anything to us."

It is unnecessary to talk about a paradise at this time. It is impossible to let this group of people sacrifice their lives for justice in just over half a year. At this time, they can only bluff and scare people with momentum.

He said this, and was already wondering what was wrong. If this time it didn't attract Mo Zi's curiosity, he would be done - it would be even more miserable than being afraid of dying from the city half a year ago.

He cursed inwardly and beat the ox that was pulling the cart with force.

The cow was in pain and mooed, which came into the villages and communities, attracting everyone's attention.

Gongsun Ze looked up, lowered his head again, wiped away the unscrupulous people who had already understood clearly, and began to recall what he had thought of Xi Zhong before, without worrying about whether Shi could survive.

Six fingers raised their heads and shouted Shi's name with a face full of trust that they would be saved. They stared at the people who had whipped him fiercely and shouted: "Brother Shi is back, you can wait!"
To be continued...