The blazing sunshine shines on the earth, and the cicadas chirp loudly.
Sometimes there is a slight breeze blowing white catkins, like snow in summer, but there is only hot wind blowing on the face, and there is little coolness.
A carriage drove slowly on the road. The too strong sunshine made everything look decadent. Even the leaves of the tall trees on both sides of the road seemed to be slightly rolled up, and the cicadas sang tiredly.
Heaven and earth are furnaces, and all things are copper.
The shadow of the carriage stretched very long on the ground, casting a shadow as it kept running into the distance, but the intense heat was always everywhere.
When the carriage moves forward, the shadows will chase up, and the coolness cast by it will only be suspended for a moment and will not rest.
Mo Qiu stayed in the carriage.
His stature was too tall and his features were too obvious, especially after killing Emperor Zongming. His highly recognizable appearance was not suitable for running around at this time.
Although the news shouldn't have spread like that, in order to avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble, it's better to stay calm.
The driver held the reins of the carriage and stared straight ahead at the sunlight, which seemed to be a road covered with water.
When the carriage rushed away, everything seemed to be a mirror, and further away, a new lake appeared.
No one spoke, everything seemed to be chasing forward in silence and endless pursuit.
In the carriage, Mo Qiu leaned against the carriage, thinking about the future of the Mo family.
After killing Emperor Zongming, Dayue seemed to have no place for the Mo family, or it could be said that there was a place for the Mo family everywhere.
If you want to achieve a great career, you can raise the flag of rebellion like the leaders of the Huang Dynasty and White Lotus, and they are no different from the 18th Route rebels.
It is nothing more than robbing homes and houses, killing some people and surviving others, and then attacking the city and building a stronghold to fight for a Dragon Pavilion.
Or simply go to a foreign country and leave the green mountains behind without fear of running out of firewood.
Except for Emperor Zongming, who cultivated immortality to the point of losing his mind, which emperor would not treat his master with courtesy?
When the master is angry, the emperor is also afraid!
The war is still going on in the Big Moon, but there are still many safe places in the world, so why hang yourself on a tree?
When you jump out of the cage and truly look at the whole world, it seems that the whole moon is nothing.
"Squeak~squeak~"
Occasionally, the old carriage would make a tooth-aching sound when it walked on the uneven road.
Mo Qiu's brows were furrowed, but he turned a blind eye to the countless ways out that ordinary people could see.
"Squeak~squeak~"
The bumps are getting heavier and heavier, as if they want to throw people off the carriage. This road is full of illusions and ravines. It is so difficult that it makes people feel upset.
"Squeak~squeak~"
The sound became more and more frequent, the bumps and shaking became more intense, and the road surface undulated like waves.
At some point, bang!
The carriage stopped.
Mo Qiu jumped out of the carriage and looked at the wheels stuck in the pit.
The further you go on this road, the more uneven it becomes. No one usually repairs or takes care of it. Although it is a majestic road, it is inaccessible and it is not easy to walk on it.
"Giant."
Gong looked at the carriage stuck in the pit with shame, "It's my fault that I didn't control it well."
"This road is already difficult to walk, how can it be blamed on people?" Mo Qiu shook his head indifferently, stretched out his hand, and dragged the carriage up forcefully.
But one of the wheels had already cracked, and it looked like it could no longer be used.
"Pity."
Gong felt a little sad. Even if a carriage broke a wheel halfway, it would not be able to move forward.
"What's a pity?"
Mo Qiu disagreed with him, "Although this place is inaccessible, it is not necessarily unvisited, it is just that few people leave. The carriage is broken, but the people are not broken. Leave the carriage frame here until winter, if there is anyone, You can also use it to warm yourself with firewood as you walk around. It may not be impossible to attract people by the light of the fire, which is also a beautiful thing.”
Gong was stunned for a moment, and then said: "But we can only walk with our legs!"
"Then let's go!"
Mo Qiu said: "Why, do you feel wronged by being my disciple?"
"That's not true!"
Gong got off the carriage, untied the reins, pulled the horse and followed Mo Qiu's footsteps, walking leisurely on this bumpy road.
The chirping of cicadas began to become sparse, and occasionally there would be some cool and delicate light and shadow cast between the branches and leaves of tall trees, covering them.
It can't relieve the heat of summer, but it can also bring a little warmth and coolness.
While walking, Gong suddenly called out: "Master Mo?"
"Um?"
Mo Qiu responded and glanced at Gong.
Most of the time, this disciple would call him Juzi, which represented absolute following and recognition.
Whenever I call Master Mo, I have a question to ask.
"At the beginning."
Gong lowered his head, his voice seemed to come from a very far away place, "When we went to Yuzhou, there were a total of one hundred and eighty Mohists. We lost nearly half of them, gained some immortality, and stopped a potential conflict. The expanding disaster. Later, you gave the immortal fate to Emperor Zongming in exchange for the stability of Yuzhou.
However, only one year has passed.
Emperor Zongming did not restrain himself after receiving the fate of immortality. Instead, he pursued immortality more and more. Wanshou Immortal Palace harmed countless people. The land of Yuzhou has not stabilized because of this. The White Lotus Sect is making trouble there and raising its flag of rebellion. You couldn't bear it anymore and killed Emperor Zongming again."
Gong became depressed, and there seemed to be flickering lights in his eyes.
The wind was rushing across the sky, and the white clouds finally temporarily blocked the blazing sun.
"But I always think about it, we lost so many people in the beginning, and we protected the morality in our hearts. Why did everything not develop in a good direction, but instead got worse and worse? The people who really deserved to die did not die, and we People will never stand up again."
Gong didn't dare to look at Mo Qiu, his eyes followed the shadows, looked up at the sky, and said: "I can't help but think! Did we go the wrong way? In fact, we can take another way?"
"Keep your head down."
Suddenly, Mo Qiu said.
Then he jumped slightly and avoided the trap on the ground - I don't know which hunter left it here. The trap used for hunting has been passed down for many years, but a trap is a trap, and it is always embarrassing to bump into it. happy.
"If you want to look up, you have to look at the road under your feet, right?"
Mo Qiu stood firm and continued: "I told you, choose the greatest benefit, and choose the smallest harm. The greatest benefit in the world is the benefit of the world. The smallest harm is unintentional harm. Big benefit cannot There is always no shortage of unintentional harm. Therefore, a gentleman should do something and not do something.
We should do our best to avoid unintentional harm. If there is an opportunity to benefit the world, we must fight for it with all our strength. "
He stopped, dismantled the trap, and continued walking forward.
"Therefore, a gentleman is nothing more than a dazed person who creates a torch to make a sun. The incident in Yuzhou indeed caused heavy losses to the Mohists. But after this incident, the number of Mohists also expanded to three thousand, more than ten times more than at the beginning. This is the salary. Fire is passed down from generation to generation and never ends!
As for what happens next, how can you blame yourself? There was no better choice at that time. Could it be that after you had a full meal today, you would blame yourself for eating so many meals in the past? Wouldn’t it be nice to just eat today’s full meal? Where in the world can such truth exist? "
Steady footsteps landed on the ground, leaving behind thin and wide footprints, as if they could be wiped out by a gust of wind, and as if they were still clearly visible no matter how polished they were by the years.
Those who have the most ideals and beliefs are always at the forefront and the first to fall.
Money will flow to those who are not short of money, love will flow to those who are not short of love, and death will always flow to those who are not afraid of death.
It seems that all the efforts have been in vain, leaving only a few heroic figures left in the world, circulating in a few words.
But that doesn't mean everything is meaningless.
It's hard to see clearly in the long night, but there are always people using this as a torch.
When the sun shines high, there are always white clouds coming.
From ancient times to the present, there are many people who love the world, but few who love the common people.
There is no one who loves the world so much and comes from Mo!
"But."
Gong looked down at the road under his feet and said hesitantly: "I'm worried that one day, one day all the Mohists will fall. Even Master Mohist, you can no longer lead future generations to move forward. The morality we uphold is , will anyone really succeed? Will anyone in the world recognize us?"
"ha"
Mo Qiu laughed and said with relief, "Why are you afraid that there will be no one in the world? Even though there is no one in the world, Mozi's teachings still exist!"
For a long time, as a martial arts master and even a giant of the Mohist family, Mo Qiu rarely showed anything different. On the contrary, his requirements for himself were harder and stricter than those of other Mohists, and he never showed any hint of arrogance.
It seems that he can never see the "sense of superiority" that normal people have in him, the kind of ambition and expectation that must prove that he is extraordinary.
At this time, he finally revealed the tip of the iceberg that had always been hidden but always revealed, that tip of the iceberg that had the world in mind and measured the world.
Even if no one is left in the world, his words will live on forever!
This is not because he is so great, but because he has always been walking on the right path, unswervingly, and never changed his mind!
The Mohist theory may disappear, the Mohist may die, and he will definitely turn into dust, but what does it matter?
I have been in this world, I have worked hard, and my words will always remain in this land of deep love!
Times have changed and the laws of nature have changed, but they will not change their minds!
There are always descendants who can wipe away the dust of the years and get a glimpse of the fragrant brilliance that may have been dusty for a long time, and then use the afterglow of the predecessors to safeguard the morality of the world!
Gong was stunned and murmured: "There is no one in the world, but the words of Zimozi are still there?!"
Mo Qiu nodded affirmatively and said: "There is no one in the world, but Zi Mozi's words still exist!"
Gong stopped, with an extremely painful look on his face.
"Master Mo, we can't save everyone."
Gong felt that every breath he took was so difficult. Being next to such a man always made him feel ashamed unconsciously, as if the scorching sun was scorching his heart.
The bright sun has obviously been blocked by white clouds, so why is the scorching heat coming?
"Who asked you to save everyone?"
Mo Qiu glanced at him in surprise, "Do you really think of yourself as some kind of immortal who saves the common people? Without the Mo family, wouldn't everyone be alive? Everyone in the world has their own way of living, so there is no one who needs to be saved. ?
We are just trying to make their lives better and better. What's going on with you today? You didn't have so many disturbing thoughts before. "
Gong tremblingly took out a letter from his arms, the look of sorrow on his face became more intense.
Mo Qiu took it and opened it.
Breathing seemed to stop.
In the late spring and early summer of the thirty-seventh year of Zongming, after Zhang Qihan defeated Daqing, he carried his coffin and died in the battle at Xiongguan in Yuzhou. He was ultimately defeated by the Allied Forces of the Four Nations and died in the city.
Daqing soldiers and horses entered the city and did not seal their swords for ten days.
People were killed and injured without accounting.
According to time estimates, Yuzhou Xiongguan has been broken for more than two months.
This belated letter, after crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, was finally delivered to his hands.
No expression could be seen on Mo Qiu's face. He just asked tremblingly: "When did you receive this letter?"
Ever since Gong Shang entered Tianlao, Gong Zai had been helping to manage the Mo family's intelligence network.
All kinds of news are first screened by Gong before being sent to him, which can save a lot of time.
"The night Emperor Zongming summons you to attend his birthday." Gong said in a low voice.
That day he ran to see Master Mo, soaked to the skin, and saw countless letters in Master Mo's hand and the indescribable look of sorrow on Master Mo's face.
How can Master Mo be responsible for this world's affairs?
He did not hand over the letter.
"Is there anything else you're hiding from me?"
Mo Qiu looked at Gong, his gaze seemed to be of great weight, making Gong involuntarily hunched over, as small as dust.
"I didn't notify your friend to leave." Gong paused and then said.
"Why!"
The anger in Mo Qiu's eyes grew stronger.
"Of course I can inform him and say that I want to treat Mo Zhe and take our people with him. But, as far as I know, he also has a very close relationship with an imperial physician in the Imperial Hospital. That imperial physician is already married. He gave birth to children, and his children also married and had children.
We can trick him away, but how can we take the imperial doctor away? If the imperial doctor is taken away, should his children also be taken away? The child is taken away, whether the relatives want to be taken away. Endless, only resentment remains. "
Gong lowered his head again, "Master Mo, we can't save everyone. He might not understand what you did. I'm even worried that he ran to inform you one step ahead. Master Mo can sacrifice, why can't others? What? If you want to do something big, how can it be possible for everything to be safe and secure without any involvement?"
"So - you want them to die together?!"
Mo Qiu looked at him with uncontrollable disappointment in his eyes.
This was his most promising disciple!
"I" Gong also wanted to say something.
But no more.
Mo Qiu, like a shooting star, ran towards the imperial capital.
Every time the burly giant steps out, it will leave a clear imprint on the ground.
When the imperial capital was in sight, he saw a horse galloping towards him. On the horse was a Mohist unknown to outsiders.
"Giant?!"
Mo Zhe, who had just left the imperial capital, couldn't help but be surprised when he saw Mo Qiu coming as fast as a comet hitting the moon.
"What's up?"
Mo Qiu came to his side, "Speak quickly!"
"Gong asked me to stay there and tell your friends to leave after hearing the news of your success. When I rushed to the small courtyard after receiving the news, the imperial army had surrounded it. Later, Princess Lin of Prince Yu's Mansion left After entering, for some unknown reason, the imperial army had already withdrawn," the ink man said.
"Evacuated?"
Mo Qiu paused.
"Yes! Everyone has really evacuated, not even a hidden sentry!" The ink man nodded repeatedly.
Mo Qiu looked at the Yuzhou battle report in his hand, and then looked at the imperial capital that was already in sight.
Brother, wait until I come back and take some free time to have a drink with you and apologize.
(End of chapter)
