Three people came, and he knew both of them. The only one left, and the youngest, could only be Qin Guoshi.
"Is this Master Qin?" Mozi smiled, but the smile looked cold.
Looking at the bald old man with wide robes, long sleeves and bare feet, his wild eyes narrowed, such an old man with the image of a farmer gave him a strong sense of crisis.
The old man was smiling, giving people a feeling of spring breeze, just like the grandfather who led the family, kind and kind, but the fatal threat told Huang that the old man in front of him was very strong.
"Younger student, Huang, I have met senior Mozi!" Facing Mozi, Huang's attitude was respectful and not scornful.
This kind of person who was able to become a son during the Warring States Period had a profound wisdom that was far beyond comparison with others.
"Old friend, Master Qin, why don't you go to Shang Tong Cave and we'll sit down and talk about it?" Lao Mozi chuckled and made the invitation.
Mozi invited him, and Feng Zheng and Xianglidu looked at Huang. They entered the Mo family headquarters this time because of Huang's affairs, and they were just foils.
"Please!" Huang nodded.
After walking into Shang Tong Cave, everyone sat down on the stone piers. At this time, Mohist disciples brought drinks and dishes.
Old Mozi said: "The Imperial Master plans to fight to the death with my Mo family?"
Glancing at Mozi, Huang took a sip of the wine and frowned. The wine did not taste very good, but it was difficult for him to spit it out in front of Mozi.
"It's not that I want to fight to the death with the Mo family, but that the Moh family wants to fight with me to the death!"
"I led the army to quell the rebellion, and you, a Mohist disciple of the Mohist clan, assassinated me. I thought that Mozi, my predecessor, was a great sage, so this matter was not investigated and left alone."
Huang looked directly at Mozi, and his tone became cold: "Then, at the border between Song and Lu, you, a disciple of the Mo family, assassinated me again."
"The second time, on top of Mount Tai, it's still your Mohist disciple who wants to kill me."
"Why, is the Mo family so domineering and powerful now? If you want to kill our own master, do you want our own master to be killed?"
Mo Zi was choked by his words and fell silent. According to what Huang said, Mo Zi was indeed a bit aggressive. For a time, he was not suitable to say many things.
"The Mohist family loves the world. If we don't uphold justice for the suffering of the common people, how can the Mohist family exist?"
Mozi looked directly at Huang and said word by word: "Isn't it because the Imperial Master killed too many people?"
"Haha..." sneered, and Huang taunted Mozi: "Mozi, you are still a human being, not a god, nor a god. It's too early to think of doing justice for heaven!"
"The matter of Rong and Di is an internal state affairs of our Qin State. What does it have to do with your Moh family?"
As soon as these words came out, not only Mozi was stunned, but Feng Zheng and others were also stunned. They didn't expect Huang to be so brave.
How dare you be so domineering when facing Mozi.
Especially Feng Zheng, he knew very well that few people dared to confront Mozi like this, and at the same time, Huang was definitely not like this on a daily basis.
"I, the Mo family, have been sheathing their swords and sealing them for more than thirty years. Do you think that I am getting old and can no longer carry the sword or the sword?" Although Mozi's voice was calm, everyone could hear the coldness in it. .
"The Mo family wants to give the world a warning!"
"Although Qin was born in the east, Qin started from Rongdi and fought for many years. Its rulers were tigers and wolves, and they were cruel and excessive in killing, which would make the country go astray."
At this moment, Mozi looked directly at Huang and said word by word: "If we don't give the Qin State a bloody warning, the Qin State's monarchs and ministers will not cherish the lives of the people."
After taking a sip of wine, Huang shook his head. He was only interested in the Mohist machine arts and did not agree with Mozi's ideas of universal love and non-aggression at all.
"National Master, you have killed many of my Mo disciples in a row, don't you intend to give me an explanation?"
When Mozi said these words, the atmosphere in Shang Tong Cave suddenly became solemn, Feng Zheng frowned, and Xiang Lidu couldn't help but touch the hilt of his sword.
"Mozi is better at making excuses than I am!" Huang sneered and said mockingly: "The right way is to kill those who kill. This has been the case since ancient times."
"Master, aren't you afraid that I will kill you here?" Mozi's tone was dark, and his murderous intent was as sharp as a sword.
"Haha, if I die, Mozi's reputation for killing guests will spread throughout the Central Plains. From now on, no one in the world will dare to associate with the Mo family."
"What country, the emperor, dares to use members of the Mo family? Senior Mozi is a smart man. He would never do such a thing to annihilate the world."
Huang didn't care at all about Mozi's threat. What's more, Feng Zheng is still here. Even if Mozi takes action, he may not be able to keep him.
"I heard that the imperial master got the silk book from Dazheng Palace?" After a while, Mozi's momentum changed and he said to Huang.
"certainly."
Nodding, Huang chuckled: "My master has a deal with Old Man Baili and his granddaughter Xuanqi. Didn't Xuanqi go to the senior?"
"Haha, the Imperial Master is so clumsy in driving a wedge, so don't show off to me anymore!" Mozi smiled, somewhat meaningfully.
"Leave the silk book behind, and from now on the grudges between you and the Mo family will be wiped out." Finally, Mozi spoke.
"It's impossible to keep the silk book, but I can make a copy for you."
"good."
Mozi nodded.
It was not that he had never thought about leaving Huang and Xianglidu at the Mohist headquarters, but when he thought of the Xiangli clan and Feng Zheng in front of him, he had to suppress this thought.
At his level, his perception was extremely keen, and he could feel that Feng Zheng had become stronger and posed a slight threat to him.
Mozi had always been wary of people from ancient clans like Feng Zheng. These people, with countless years of accumulation, had endless cards in their hands.
After the matter was resolved, the atmosphere in Shang Tong Cave suddenly became relaxed. At this time, Xianglidu also breathed a sigh of relief and took his hand off the hilt of his sword.
He knew in his heart that he was the weakest person here, but if there was trouble, he must be the first to take action.
"Brother Feng, how did you get involved with this kid?" Mozi was a little confused. He knew in his heart that the silk book alone was not enough to explain the matter.
He knew the pride of the people in the ancient clan, and he also knew that the clues in the Dazheng Palace were only minimal.
"Being entrusted by others is a matter of loyalty!" Feng Zheng smiled and his eyes fell on Mozi: "I think my old friend has already reached that stage, right?"
"not yet!"
Mozi shook his head and said bitterly: "I have been in seclusion for many years and still can't do that. Maybe only people from your ancient clan can do it!"
Hearing this, Feng Zheng smiled and shook his head: "I, didn't Confucius do it all?"
Hearing the confrontation and testing between the two, Huang and Xianglidu were a little confused. They understood every word, but when combined, they didn't understand the meaning.
With many thoughts in his mind, Huang looked at Feng Zheng. He knew clearly that the only one who could and was willing to answer his questions was Feng Zheng.
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