Chapter 101 The Greatest Hero

The scorching sun shines on the earth and the cicadas chirp.

Sometimes there is a slight breeze that blows white fluff, like summer snow, but it is only hot air blowing on the face, with little coolness.

A carriage was moving slowly on the road. The overly scorching sun made everything look gloomy. Even the leaves of the tall trees on both sides of the road seemed to be slightly curled up, and the cicadas were chirping lazily.

Heaven and earth are the furnace, and all things are copper.

The shadow of the carriage stretched very long on the ground, casting a cool shade, and continued to run away into the distance, but the scorching heat was always everywhere.

As the carriage moves forward, the shadow will chase after it, and the shade cast by it can only be suspended for a moment, without any rest.

Mo Qiu stayed in the carriage.

He was too tall and his features were too obvious, especially after he killed Emperor Zong Ming. His highly recognizable appearance was not suitable for running around at this time.

Although the news should not be spread like that, it is better to keep it safe in order to avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble.

The driver held the reins of the carriage, staring straight ahead at the sunlight shining down, which looked like a road covered with water.

When the carriage arrived, everything seemed to be an illusion, and a new lake appeared in the distance.

No one spoke, everything was in silence, chasing forward as if without stopping.

Inside the carriage, Mo Qiu leaned against the carriage, thinking about the future path of the Mo family.

After killing Emperor Zong Ming, it seemed that there was no place for the Mohists in Dayue, or it could be said that there was room for them everywhere.

If one wants to accomplish something, like the Huang Dynasty or the White Lotus Sect leader, one can raise the banner of rebellion, which is no different from the eighteen rebels.

It's nothing more than looting, killing some people and keeping some alive, and then attacking cities and strongholds to fight for the throne.

Or you can simply go to a foreign country, where there is life, there is always hope.

Except for Emperor Zong Ming, who was so obsessed with cultivating immortals that his mind was not clear, which emperor did not treat the Grand Master with courtesy? When the Grand Master got angry, the emperor was also afraid!

The war in Dayue is still going on, but there are still many peaceful places in the world. Why hang yourself on a tree? When you jump out of the cage and really look at the whole world, it seems that the whole Dayue is nothing.

“Squeak~Squeak~”

The old carriage would occasionally make a teeth-grinding sound when it traveled on the uneven road.

Mo Qiu's brows were furrowed. He turned a blind eye to the way out that countless ordinary people could see.

“Squeak~Squeak~”

The bumps became heavier and heavier, as if they wanted to throw people off the carriage. This road was full of illusions and gullies. It was so difficult that it made people feel upset.

“Squeak~Squeak~”

The sound became more and more frequent, the bumps and shakes became more and more violent, and the road surface seemed to be undulating like waves.

At some point, with a bang, the carriage stopped.

Mo Qiu jumped out of the carriage and looked at the wheel that was stuck in the pit.

The further you go on this road, the more uneven it becomes. Normally, no one repairs or maintains it. Although it is a grand avenue, it is rarely visited by people and is ultimately difficult to walk on.

"Giant."

Gong looked at the carriage stuck in the pit with shame, "It's my fault for not controlling it well."

"This road is difficult to walk on, how can it be blamed on humans?" Mo Qiu shook his head indifferently, stretched out his hand, and forcibly pulled the carriage up.

But one of the wheels had already cracked and it was obvious that it could no longer be used.

“What a pity.”

Gong felt a little distressed. If a wheel of a good carriage was broken on the way, it would be unable to move forward.

"What a pity?"

Mo Qiu disagreed with his view. "Although this place is rarely visited, it does not mean that no one comes. It's just that few people walk here. The carriage is broken, but the people are not. Leave the carriage frame here. When winter comes, if someone comes, they can use it as firewood to keep warm. It may not be impossible to attract people with the firelight, which is also a good thing."

Gong was stunned for a moment before he said, "But we can only walk with our legs!"

"Then let's go!"

Mo Qiu said, "Why, is being my disciple unfair to you?"

"That's not the case!"

Gong got off the carriage, untied the reins, pulled the horse and followed Mo Qiu's footsteps, walking slowly and steadily on this bumpy road.

The chirping of cicadas began to become sparse, and occasionally some cool and fragmented light and shadows were cast between the branches and leaves of the tall trees, covering them.

It can’t soothe the summer heat, but it can bring a little coolness.

As they were walking, Gong suddenly called out, "Master Mo?"

"Um?"

Mo Qiu responded and glanced at Gong.

Most of the time, the disciple would call him "Juzi", which represented absolute following and recognition.

Whenever I call Master Mo, it means I have a question to ask.

“At first.”

Gong lowered his head, and his voice seemed to come from a very far distance, "When we went to Yuzhou, there were a total of 180 Mohists. We lost nearly half of them, and got a little immortality, which stopped a disaster that could have continued to expand. Later, you gave the immortality to Emperor Zong Ming in exchange for the stability of Yuzhou.

But, only one year has passed.

Emperor Zongming did not restrain himself after he got the chance to become an immortal, but instead pursued immortality even more. The Wanshou Palace caused countless sufferings to people. The land of Yuzhou did not settle down because of this. The White Lotus Sect was stirring up trouble there and raised the banner of rebellion. You could no longer tolerate it and killed Emperor Zongming again."

Gong's voice became low, and there seemed to be a flickering light in his eyes.

The wind was rushing across the sky, and the white clouds finally blocked the scorching sun temporarily.

"But I always wonder, so many of us died in the beginning, and we defended the morality in our hearts. Why didn't everything develop in a good direction, but instead got worse and worse? The people who really deserved to die didn't die, but our people will never stand up again."

Gong didn't dare to look at Mo Qiu. He followed the shadows and looked up at the sky. He said, "I can't help but wonder! Did we go the wrong way? Can we take another way?"

"Keep your head down."

Suddenly, Mo Qiu said.

Then he jumped lightly and avoided the trap on the ground - it was a trap left there by an unknown hunter, used for hunting over the years, but a trap is still a trap, and it is always unpleasant to run into it.

"You have to look up, but you can't ignore the road under your feet, right?"

Mo Qiu stood firm and continued, "I told you, choose the greater benefit and the lesser harm. The greatest benefit in this world is the benefit of the world. The smallest harm is the harm that comes unintentionally. Great benefits are rare, but unintentional harm is always present. Therefore, a gentleman should do what he should do and not do what he should not do.

We should do our best to avoid things that may cause unintentional harm. We should do our best to strive for things that have the opportunity to benefit the world."

He stopped, dismantled the trap, and continued walking forward.

"So a gentleman is no less than a dim light, creating a torch to become the sun. The incident in Yuzhou did cause heavy losses to the Mohists. But after this incident, the number of Mohists expanded to 3,000, more than ten times the initial number. This is the passing of the torch, which will never end! As for what happened in the future, how can you blame yourself? There was no better choice at that time. Do you want to blame yourself for eating so many meals in the past just because you had a full meal today? Wouldn't it be better to just eat a full meal today? How can there be such a reason in the world?"

The steady footsteps landed on the ground, leaving behind shallow, thin and broad footprints, which seemed to be wiped out by a gust of wind, and yet still clearly visible no matter how much time had worn them down.

Those who have the most ideals and beliefs are always the first to rush to the front and also the first to fall.

Money will flow to those who have no shortage of money, love will flow to those who have no shortage of love, and death will always flow to those who are not afraid of death.

It seems that all efforts have come to nothing, leaving only a few heroic figures in the world, circulating back and forth in a few words.

But that doesn't mean everything is meaningless.

The night is long and dark, but there is always someone who uses his body as a torch.

When the sun is shining brightly, there will always be white clouds coming.

Throughout history, there have been many people who love the world, but few who love the people.

No one loves the people of the world as much as Mohist!

"But."

Gong looked down at the road and said hesitantly, "I am worried that one day, all the Mohists will fall. Even you, Master Mohist, will no longer be able to lead the descendants to move forward. Will there really be anyone who will inherit the morality we uphold? Will there be anyone in the world who will recognize us?"

"ha"

Mo Qiu laughed, relieved and said: "Why should I be afraid of no one in the world? Even if there is no one in the world, Mozi's teachings still exist!"

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As a martial arts master and even a leader of the Mohist school, Mo Qiu has always rarely shown anything different from others. Instead, he is more diligent and strict with himself than other Mohists, and he has never shown any arrogance.

It seems that he will never have the "sense of superiority" that normal people have, the kind of ambition and desire to prove that he is extraordinary.

And at this moment, he finally revealed the tip of the iceberg that had always been hidden but always revealed, a tip that embraced the world and measured the ways of the world.

Even if there is no one 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, unwavering, and his heart has not changed! The Mohist doctrine may disappear, the Mohists may die out, and he will definitely turn into dust, but what does it matter?

I have been to this world, I have worked hard, and my words will always remain in this land of deep love! Times may change, but the cycle of nature will never change!

There will always be future generations who will wipe away the dust of time and be able to glimpse the fragrant brilliance that may have been covered for a long time, and then use the afterglow of the predecessors to maintain the morality of the world! Gong was stunned and murmured: "There is no one in the world who still has the words of Zi Mozi?!"

Mo Qiu nodded affirmatively and said, "There is no one in the world who can still hear Mozi's words!"

Gong stopped and an expression of extreme pain appeared on his face.

"Master Mo, but we can't save everyone."

Gong felt that every breath was so difficult. Being with a man like this made him feel ashamed unconsciously, and he seemed to be burned by the scorching sun.

The bright sun was clearly blocked by the white clouds, so where did the scorching heat come from? "Who asked you to save everyone?"

Mo Qiu glanced at him in astonishment, "Do you really think you are some immortal who can save the people? Even if there is no Mohist school, would no one be able to live? Everyone has their own way of living, so why do they need someone to save them?

We are just trying to make their lives better. What's wrong with you today? You didn't have so many self-troubling thoughts before."

Gong took out a letter from his arms tremblingly, and the sadness on his face became more and more intense.

Mo Qiu took it and opened it.

My breathing seemed to have stopped.

In the late spring and early summer of the 37th year of Emperor Zongming, after Zhang Qihan was defeated in Daqing, he carried his coffin and fought to the death at Yuzhou Pass, but was ultimately defeated by the coalition forces of four countries and died when the city was captured.

The large blue army entered the city and did not put down their weapons for ten days.

Countless people were killed and injured.

According to the time calculation, the Yuzhou Pass has been breached for more than two months.

This belated letter, after traveling thousands of miles, finally reached his hands.

There was no expression on Mo Qiu's face. He just asked tremblingly, "When did you receive this letter?"

Ever since Gong Shangguo was imprisoned in Tianlao, Gong has been helping to manage the Mohist intelligence network.

All kinds of information must be screened by Gong before being delivered to him, which can save a lot of time.

"That was the night when Emperor Zong Ming summoned you to attend his birthday celebration." Gong whispered.

That day he ran to see Master Mo, all wet, and what he saw were countless letters in Master Mo's hands and the unspeakable sadness on Master Mo's face.

How can Master Mo be left alone to handle all the affairs of the world?

He did not hand over the letter.

"Anything else you're hiding from me?"

Moqiu looked at Gong with a gaze that seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, causing Gong to hunch over involuntarily, feeling as small as a speck of dust.

"I didn't inform your good friend that he was leaving." Gong paused and continued.

"Why!"

The anger in Mo Qiu's eyes became more and more intense.

"Of course I can inform him and tell him that I want to save the Mohists and take our people with me. But, as far as I know, he has a very good relationship with another imperial physician in the Imperial Hospital. That imperial physician has married and had children, and his children have also married and had children.

We can trick him away, but how can we take the doctor away? If we take the doctor away, should we take his child with us? If we take the child away, should we take his relatives with us? It will be endless, and only resentment will remain."

Gong lowered his head again, "Master Mo, we can't save everyone. He may not understand what you did. I am even worried that he will go and tell on you. If Mo masters can sacrifice themselves, why can't others? If you want to do something big, how can you be safe and secure everywhere without any involvement?"

"So—you want them to die together?!"

Mo Qiu looked at him, with unstoppable disappointment in his eyes.

This was the disciple he had the most hopes for!

"I" Gong wanted to say something.

But no need.

Mo Qiu's body was like a meteor, running wildly towards the imperial capital.

Every step that burly giant took left a clear mark on the ground.

When the imperial capital was in sight, a fast horse was seen galloping towards them, and on the horse was a Mohist who was unknown to outsiders.

"Giant?!"

When the Mozhe who had just left the imperial capital saw Mo Qiu coming as fast as a comet hitting the moon, he couldn't help but be surprised.

"What's up?"

Mo Qiu came to his side and said, "Hurry up and tell me!"

"Gong asked me to stay there, and after hearing the news of your success, I told your friends to leave. As a result, when I received the news and rushed to the courtyard, the imperial guards had already surrounded it. Later, Princess Lin of Prince Yu's Mansion walked in, and then for some reason, the imperial guards had withdrawn." said the Mozhe.

"Evacuated?"

Mo Qiu paused.

"Yes! They have all evacuated, without even a secret sentry!" The Mohist nodded repeatedly.

Mo Qiu looked at the battle report of Yuzhou in his hand, and then looked at the imperial capital which was already in sight.

Brother, when I come back and find some free time, I will go have a drink with you and apologize.

(End of this chapter)