The roar like thunder, coupled with the nine-week-high body, a face full of flesh, scars under the ears, and bulging arms, everyone present couldn't help but praise: "What a hero!"

His dress was extremely strange to ordinary people. He was wearing a copper sword behind him, but he was wearing a ragged short brown body.

The sword of the status of an expensive scholar is extremely disproportionate to the short brown worn by a lowly common man, and this identity is obvious.

Seeing this, the private relatives next to the little noble took a step forward and wanted to protect him, but the man hit him with his shoulder and fell to the ground.

As soon as the shoulder hits, you know that this man, Kong Wu, is definitely not something they can deal with.

Furthermore, this person is carrying a sword, so he must be an ordinary person.

Before, it was just an obligation to block, but I did not dare to take action directly. At this time, I knew that I could not defeat it, and the obligation had been fulfilled. It was naturally separated like a wild deer running a wheat field and left to the side.

Shi was sweating all over his body, but when he heard a word and saw someone, the cold sweat suddenly turned into a refreshing hot sweat.

This is exactly the child who came when he was hungry, his mother, his father who was beaten, and his organization was bullied...

Shi didn't know who this person was, but the sentence just now obviously proved that this was a Mozhe, and he knew his name.

Since you are protecting yourself, what else is there to be scary about yourself?

He thought to himself that there are many people in the Mozhe. If he showed a little nervous look like he had just now, he would not leave a good first impression on him. At this time, he should raise his chest and raise his head.

The little nobleman looked at the strong man and felt a little shocked. He also knew that this person was probably a Mozhe. He thought that the news his friend received was wrong?

He glanced at his friend who was still ashamed of before, and saw that he looked incredible, so he had to bite the bullet and ask, "Who are you!"

The strong man raised his head, his nostrils facing the sky, and replied, "So you know that the I-shou-shou who once compared the Duke of Luyang of Chu was better than the one-style I-shou-shou-shou-shou-shou-shou-shou-shou-shou-shou-shou-shou-shou-shou-shou-shou-shou-shou-shou-shou-shou-shou-shou-shou-shou

Shi had already quietly got off the ox cart and came to Gong Zaoye without any notice.

After hearing this, I thought to myself that this person is still a figure like Qin Wuyang? Then Qin Wuyang said that he was thirteen years old when he saw someone...

Since he had already reached Gong Zaoye's side, he felt very happy. At this time, he felt that he should make a joke to show his closeness and also seemed to be brave enough to be afraid of danger.

So he smiled and said, "Does your brother always mention Zeng Shengsheng Duke before he speaks? Wouldn't you be too tired?"

When Gong Zaoye heard this, he knew it was a joke. He grinned and held the scar under his ear, which was particularly scary.

After laughing, Gong Zaoye said in his heart: "Brother Qin Huali has always praised this person these days, and Zi Mozi even said that he is a great trick, but it is not necessarily true. This is the Song State, and the Duke of Luyang attacked Zheng and besieged Song. Of course, these people know that they are so brave. Of course, I have to say that when I arrived in Qi State, I would say that I once defeated the seven martial artists alone; if I were in the Sanjin City, I would say that I had competed with Nie Zheng to each of them to have scars..."

"Mr. I once said that when talking to farmers, I should talk about grain and not jade; when talking to craftsmen, I should talk about rule and rule without conscience. I want to let the person in front of me know my ability, and of course I should mention the affairs of Luyang Gong. Although I am smart, I don't have the teacher personally instructing me, and I don't understand many principles."

As he expected, as he said this, not only did the little noble's face suddenly change, but even Gongsun Ze, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly stood up, stood with a sword and stood aside.

Everyone present knew that Mo was not false. Since this person said that he had won against Luyang Gong, how could these private relatives deal with the method?

This Duke of Luyang fought for many years and had a reputation as early as possible.

Otherwise, the legend of Luyang's victory cannot be left to swing the sword, allowing the sunset to retreat eastward to delay the arrival of the night to help him win.

If you talk about fantasy, Luyang is also a character who is no less than Liu Xiu who has fallen into the great decline.

However, this person eventually died in the Wei Wuzhang Army and was killed by unknown infantrymen. It was the stepping stone for the nobles to give way to classical infantry to become the protagonist of the battlefield. It had no intention of tragic and heroic, so the reputation was not high and few people knew about it.

If he had been born a hundred years ago in the era when heroes dominated the battlefield, he would have known it like a raising a genius. However, the era of aristocratic heroes was already the sun. Even if he could use his sword to retreat, how could he stop the torrent of history?

People in Chu often said that Gong was educated and Gong Yuji was learned from Luyang. This person is still alive now, and his bad reputation has long spread throughout the northern countries of Chu, such as Zheng, Song and other countries.

When Gong Zaoye Na talks about this man, it is just like talking about corn and hoe to farmers, which is just right.

The little noble did not choose to hold a sword, and knew that holding a sword was not the opponent of this person. He could compete with the Duke of Luyang and win, even three or five of them were not the opponent of this person.

Besides, even if you can beat him, this person is really a Mozhe, how dare you provoke his own small force?

I couldn't think of what to say in a hurry, and cold sweat dripped down.

After Gong Zaoye said this, he no longer looked at the little nobleman. He thought that the gentleman would come soon, and of course the matter here was left to the gentleman to deal with it. He just wanted to shock these people.

He looked at Qingqing Sumai around him, reached out and patted him on his shoulder.

It is both encouragement and comfort, and it is also praise.

It doesn’t matter whether he was a Mozhe before, but now these people dare not touch you anymore.

After comforting, his eyes turned to the six fingers tied to the tree.

Seeing that the child was covered in whip marks, his lips were chapped, and his face was black and blue, he thought to himself, "This child is really good. After being beaten so many times, he didn't speak. Although the younger brother didn't know how to tell different things to different people, he was a little unsophisticated, but he didn't say anything about preaching and judging people."

Looking at Gongsun Ze next to him, he saw that he had knelt on the ground before, and his sleeves were broken, and he also guessed what had happened in his heart. Such a gentleman must be upright in his clothes, and he must be upright for no reason. How could he guess in his heart?

Although he was strong, his mind was definitely not stupid. At this time, he bowed and asked, "Who is the young master?"

Gongsun Ze stood up and returned the greeting, and said coldly: "Confucian scholar, Gongsun Ze."

This time the answer is different from usual, and it is also to show your identity. There is no need to explain it. As long as these people know that there are gentlemen among the Confucian scholars.

Gong Zaoye nodded and praised, "You are a gentleman."

He also once talked about Shi fighting with Gongsun Ze. Seeing that this man didn't take the opportunity to cause trouble, he also praised him.

The saying of pigs, dogs, animals is a battle of ideas, and it is no different from self-cultivation.

But this person reported his identity as a Confucian scholar coldly, and he praised him as a gentleman, so he didn't have to talk anymore.

Gong Zaoye looked at Liu Finger again and said, "Little Mozhe, you are not bad."

Liu Finger is young, but he also knows that the situation has changed. The pain he endured immediately turned into endless glory, just like the jade artifacts provided by the nobles of blood, replied: "Those things are the treasures of our Mo family to help the world. Although I am young, I have made a vow. I will never rebel against Mo for the rest of my life. Don't say that I am beaten, I will never say even if I die!"

Gong Zaoye laughed loudly when he heard this. The person next to him had an ache in his ears and walked to the tree to untie the rope.

He did his own work and exposed his back, but no one dared to move.

Without the consent of others, he reached out to untie the rope, and no one dared to ask.

As soon as Liu Finger was put down, Gong Zaoye said, "Your brother Shi asked you to be upright, but he forgot that if you are upright, there will always be evil people who will be attacked. Could it be that you can only be beaten? In the future, I will learn some skills of beating people. Whoever wants to hit you will be beaten back; whoever wants to kill you, he will not be able to kill you."

"The sword is in your hand, and the hand is in your heart. Your heart is already right, but there is no sword. Unlike me... I have a sword first, and then a heart is correct, leaving a scar that should not have been left. I hope that when you die, you will bend over and see that there are no scars that should not have been left on your body, only scars that will not have been left for three lifetimes."

Liu Finger was still a little confused, not knowing that he was lucky in disguise. His scars and what he said just now were just talking about Gong Zaoye's heart.

Little did he know that when he was young, he was not a man of the Mo, and he was brave and fierce. He then learned the man of the Mo. There were no scars left by the man of the body because of the cruelty, but only scars left by the righteousness.

At this time, Liuzhi was determined to be firm, but his whip marks were all kept by his young age because he firmly believed that he was practicing the righteousness of the world. He sighed in his heart and said this.

When Shi heard this, he hurriedly shouted, "Six Fingers, haven't you thanked me yet? He is teaching you how to learn swords!"

Liuzhi then understood, and didn't know how to politely. He laughed as if no one was around.

Since he came here, he had only reported his identity with the little nobleman, and then he had no words to him.

Everything he did was assumed that the other party did not exist. But the little nobleman didn't dare to answer at this time, not to mention that he felt insulted, and he was wondering how the matter was over.

I wanted to take advantage of some opportunity, but I didn't want to provoke Mozhe.

It would be fine if he was beaten, but he was afraid that the matter would be shaken out. Dai would punish him. Although Dai could not use the ink, he knew that the ink could not be used by him, but he definitely did not want to provoke the ink, which would be very detrimental to the future.

The little noble thought to himself: "For this matter, I have to say that it is not a farmer. These fields are not private fields, but a grant of fields. He should not use them. The so-called "shou wheat" is contrary to the law of correcting the fields. If everyone planted them, they could not perform martial arts in winter and the military preparations were not cultivated, and the country would perish."

"If I can't argue, I can only say that I am vigilant and am so ignorant that I want to rob it to Sicheng. These Momen are angry, and at most I cut off a finger to calm their anger. If I say that I want to dedicate it to Sicheng, even if these Momen don't punish me, Sicheng will definitely use me to lynch my mind for these Momen to see. Maybe I have to ask Mozi to see it in person to prove that it has nothing to do with him at this time."

"This matter is completely different from that of Gongsun Ze. What Gongsun Ze does not care about, but wins or loses..."

He was silent and thought about countermeasures.

At this moment, he had a backer, and the painstaking thoughts he had suffered before were worth it. The Luhua, who came, told him what Qin Huali had had in his ears and felt roughly responsible.

I thought to myself that since Qin Huali knew about this, Mozi would know it. Luhua went to ask for help, and Mozi sent this Gong Zaoye to come, which was also expressed.

Whether it was because he did something Mo Zi liked and caught his eye; or because value determined to exist, Mo Zi thought that it was indeed necessary to hold it in the hands of the Mo Master... no matter what, the result was good.

From then on, I no longer have to call myself a man of ink, but a real man of ink.

The Mo is not an omnipotent amulet, but sometimes it is also a shackle that must be punished by life and death, especially when this matter is related to justice.

But for those who are civilians, becoming a Mohist is even a difficult first step.

But since the public has come, it will not solve this problem. What does this mean?

He asked in a low voice: "Brother, what should I do about this?"

Gong Zaoye smiled and said, "You said this is the treasure of the Mo family, and of course you have to wait for the teacher to come and deal with it."

Shi was overjoyed and asked quickly, "Sir, are you here in person?"

"What's so amazing about this? Although the sir is seventy years old, his legs are convenient. Qi Chu is free from thousands of miles away. Can't he come and go outside the city walls? Don't worry, it's our things that others can't take away. Besides, it's a treasure that is righteous in the world. Who dares to rob it?"

He is not such a harsh person, and he doesn't need to glare at anyone when he says this. He just has a normal tone of chatter, but everyone around him feels cold.

This is not intimidation, it is just a fact, so it can be said that the wind is calm and gentle.

After talking for a while, a whistle came from a distance. Gong Zaoye did not look up, and he heard the sound and knew his intentions.
Chapter completed!