Chapter 187: Martyrdom

I don’t know how long I stood in front of the tomb.

Until a dazzling lightning flashed from sky to earth, splitting the muddled world apart. A brief burst of light filled the sky and earth, and all things were illuminated. The darkness disappeared. The deafening sound awakened Gu Dan's silent soul.

It's like waking up from a dream.

The eyes that had refocused were quietly staring at the tombstone in front of the small grave.

【The Tomb of Mo Qiu, the Great Master of Mohism】

The eight characters were written in vigorous and powerful handwriting, as if they were the calligraphy left by the legendary judge who controls life and death. They were also like prophecies in ancient legends, quietly telling the unchanging facts.

Gu Dan walked towards the grave.

The sounds of wind and rain came together, but the sound of footsteps seemed extremely faint. The man who could be considered tall seemed extremely frivolous, desolate and lonely between the whole world, like a wandering ghost walking in the world without knowing where to go.

“It must be fake.”

When they arrived in front of the grave, Gu Dan placed one hand on the tombstone and began to speak, his voice trembling.

No answer.

The next moment, the entire tombstone was pulled out by Gu Dan. The eight words on it broke into pieces under the residual power of his true energy and turned into ashes. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared in the storm. Only a lonely grave remained standing quietly in front of him.

"I said, this is fake!"

Gu Dan gritted his teeth, and his powerful true energy, in an almost violent yet slow manner, eroded the stones piled on the tomb in front of him bit by bit.

With unwavering and careful efforts, the covered object finally revealed its traces.

Here, a sarcophagus is buried.

The material of the sarcophagus was the same as that of the tombstone. It was probably carved out from the same place with the help of internal energy. It looked quite hastily made, and it was not square, nor did it have any decoration at all.

The bright white true energy stopped there and did not move for a long time.

He took his true energy back, walked forward, and pressed his slender and powerful palms on the coffin lid. He wanted to use force with his fingers, but for a moment he was unable to lift the coffin lid.

His hands are shaking.

It was shaking so badly.

The grand master, the only person in the world known to be beyond the grand master, actually had his hands shaking uncontrollably.

Ha, that's ridiculous.

A mocking smile appeared on Gu Dan's face, and that smile was uglier than crying.

The rain slid down my cheeks, and the coffin lid was icy cold, without a trace of warmth.

As a last resort, Gu Danzhi pressed his right hand with his other hand and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to suck out all the air around him.

He used all his strength and finally pushed the coffin lid open, revealing the entire scene inside.

In an instant, Gu Dan seemed to have lost half his soul.

Inside the sarcophagus, a person was lying quietly.

His body was no longer tall or strong; on the contrary, he looked somewhat "petite".

Only the dark skin, which resembles that of an old farmer in the fields, remains the same as always.

The thin figure looked like a skeleton attached to flesh and skin, frozen quietly in the sarcophagus, motionless.

It's really Moqiu.

It's really Mo Qiu His flesh and blood seemed to be drained out, and his originally resolute and simple face was now a little ferocious, his eyes were wide open, but his eyebrows were still wrinkled, as if he was still worried about something.

Gu Dan was so quiet that he seemed to have turned into a sculpture.

He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but no words came out. Raindrops falling from the sky slid into his open mouth, tasting salty.

The salty taste reminded him, and Gu Dan gently pressed his palm on Mo Qiu's body, his mind flowing.

There were no injuries on Mo Qiu's body.

Really not.

His body was very stiff. It seemed as if his blood, his vital energy, everything had been ruthlessly squeezed out to become the strength that supported him. In the end, he became like this.

Gu Dan’s insights are no longer what they used to be.

In the Sutra Library, he had seen a similar situation happen in a book.

Died of exhaustion.

This is a symbol of a master who died of exhaustion.

ha.

A master of his generation died of exhaustion!

The green light flowed in Gu Dan's hands and then penetrated into the extremely shriveled body without hesitation.

The internal energy of Qingmu Huasheng Jue had given Gu Dan many surprises before.

Now he hoped that the Qingmu Huasheng Jue could give him another surprise, just once! The crisp internal energy was full of vitality, like a clear spring falling into a dry desert. With the influx of the green internal energy, Mo Qiu's originally shriveled body actually swelled slightly! Gu Dan's eyes showed ecstasy, and the white true energy stretched out this world, isolating the wind and rain outside. Inside, the green light flowed and vitality was everywhere.

"Wake up, wake up!"

Gu couldn't help murmuring as he held Mo Qiu's hand. The hand that was as big as a palm-leaf fan in the past now seemed a little small in his hand, without any warmth at all.

For a moment, many images seemed to flash through Gu Dan’s mind.

In prison, he met Mo Qiu for the first time. He was weaving straw sandals in prison. His thick and long fingers were extremely flexible and moved very fast. His deeds were amazing. He was just short of having the words "hero of the world" engraved on his face. In addition, his height of more than nine feet left a deep impression on people, so he wanted to make friends with him.

Later, the two of them were chatting in a tavern, denouncing the corruption and stupidity of the court. The world was so big, and a small doctor and a weak warrior dared to talk about world affairs at the wine table and worry about the country and the people.

If any rumor gets out, I'll be ridiculed.

Later, the two of them opened a martial arts school and a medicine shop. The martial arts school was not very prosperous, and the medicine shop was relatively unknown. In the huge imperial capital, there was no trace of any waves.

It was not until the news of Wanshou Palace spread that Mo Qiu walked out of the Mo family martial arts school and challenged various martial arts schools in the imperial capital in one day, wanting to discuss martial arts and morality, and began to step onto the stage of the world.

Afterwards, he used the will of heaven and the knowledge of ghosts as evidence, seemingly expressing his righteousness, but in fact he was advising Emperor Zong Ming not to use the whole country's strength to seek the truth and immortality. In the end, he went to the imperial palace, but nothing changed.

The sudden arrival of a falling star at night broke the peace. It took Mo Qiu ten days to travel to Yuzhou, with the support of one hundred or eighty Mohists.

Using force to stop war and offering immortal stones, it took three months before Yuzhou was finally pacified.

But it wasn't a good start.

Then came the invasion of the Four-Nation Allied Forces, and Dayue's military god Zhang Qihan buried 100,000 border troops in Daqing.

Emperor Zong Ming was going to celebrate his 60th birthday.

Unable to bear it any longer, Mo Qiu finally gave up his unrealistic dream. On the spot of Emperor Zong Ming's 60th birthday, Mo Qiu punched the emperor and killed him.

In the blink of an eye, more than six years have passed.

During these six years, Gu Dan and Mo Qiu only communicated through letters.

But I never imagined that after we parted, we wouldn't even have the chance to speak to each other again.

All the scenes from the past flashed through his mind. Gu Dan actually knew what Mo Qiu had been doing during the six years he was away.

He put the moral principles in his heart into practice, leading the Mohists to garrison the city again and again, and then retreat step by step.

And I have been staying in my own small courtyard, watching the times change.

The green light was so bright that Gu felt clear pain in his worry.

When he rushed to Yuzhou, Mo Qiu had the help of one hundred and eighty Mohists behind him. Today, when the Yuan River burst its banks and he came here alone, what kind of mood did he have?

Gu Dan tightly grasped the thin palm, his voice was like crying, "Brother Mo, I just want to live forever. In fact, it has always been you who has been doing the work of healing the world.

I have heard: Those who carry firewood for the masses should not be allowed to freeze to death in the wind and snow; those who enlighten the ignorant should not be confused by ignorance; those who pave the way for freedom should not be trapped in thorns.

Then, those who work for the common people should not be left alone in their coffins."

The green light continued to fall into the frozen body, and the originally shriveled flesh and blood seemed to be refilled, full of vitality and vigor.

"Brother Mo, wake up!"

Gu Dan shouted in response, the sound shook heaven and earth, and continued without end, as if guiding the direction for the lonely souls that had no way home.

No movement.

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The originally thin and shriveled body was nourished by the internal energy and returned to normal, but the pair of eyes that were still wide open did not move, only the frowning brows seemed to be wrinkled even tighter.

When the last bit of internal energy in his body fell into Mo Qiu's body, but there was still no movement at all, Gu Dan finally stopped talking.

He stared into those eyes that were still wide open.

There was probably no emotion in those eyes, but their burning gaze actually pierced the heart.

"Sleep for a while first"

Gu Dan reached out his hand and gently closed his eyelids, but he was unable to smooth out his furrowed brows.

Gu Dan seemed a little at a loss. He looked around. At this moment, he was actually hoping that an immortal would come to the world and tell him how to wake Mo Qiu up.

There was no one around.

The only great master known to the world stood there, bewildered and helpless.

"There is a way. There must be a way."

Gu Dan murmured, trying his best to throw away the messy thoughts in his mind. At a certain moment, a name slipped into his mind and froze there.

"Qingpingzi Qingpingzi!!!"

In an instant, Gu Dan seemed to have found his savior.

He hurriedly lifted Mo Qiu from the sarcophagus, and the bright white true energy blocked the wind and rain from the outside, isolating a small world.

"Brother Mo, please don't sleep too long. I was just born and haven't had time to do anything yet. How dare you sleep? As a grandmaster, how can you sleep well at your age?!"

A meteor streaked across the stormy world, causing huge waves.

On a small hill.

Xun Ke sat there looking somewhat dazed, staring at the raging flood ahead of him, without saying a word.

Wang Mang sat beside him and comforted him, "Junior brother, don't worry too much. As the saying goes, good people are blessed by heaven. How could a person like Mozi easily encounter any accidents? Such a person must have a destiny. If he has a destiny, he should not cause any trouble."

Xun Ke raised his head in silence, and after a long while he said, "Master Mo said it was not fate."

Wang Mang: “.”

Among the ten principles of Mohism, there is indeed one that is not fatal.

Moqiu does not talk about fate.

"Well, it doesn't matter if you don't believe in fate! Mozi is a master, a master of martial arts! He can beat ten of me with one hand without any problem. With such strength, he can go anywhere in the world, so there's no way any accidents would happen." Wang Mang continued to comfort him.

"The Four-Nation Alliance has six Grandmasters."

Xun Ke said.

Wang Mang: “.”

There is no more chatting today!

So he simply sat next to Xun Ke and said nothing more.

Now it was Xun Ke who started to speak, "Master Mo is my role model, just like the bright stars in the sky, which are so bright, but never too high. I always feel that such people will never leave, and I will continue to move forward along the path left by Master Mo."

As he spoke, Xun Ke, who no longer looked like a teenager, grinned and tried to force out a smile, "Today I suddenly thought that Master Mo is also a human being. He was not born to shine. It is not fate. It is not a predetermined fate, but a human choice."

Those brilliant figures of our time are actually no different from the sun, moon, and stars that accompany us. You don’t usually think of them very often, and you always feel that they will always be there. However, they are different from the sun, moon, and stars. They will never rise again after they set in the west, and will never come back after they pass through the sky. The more places their light shines, the more you will feel that with their departure, a part of the era is also finalized. When future generations flip through the pages of the era, they will clearly see the footnote of the fall of this celestial body.

It turns out that everything was already destined.

Wang Mang fell silent.

If you are human, you will die.

You will laugh, you will cry, you will be sad, you will feel heartache, you will bleed, you will grow old and you will die. No one can escape it.

Be it a martial arts master, a Mohist giant, or even a saint of the time, so what?

This is the way things should be.

"Hounds must eventually be buried in the mountains, and generals are bound to die in battle. Since ancient times, beauties are like famous generals, and they are not allowed to grow old in the world."

Wang Mang added: "It has always been like this since ancient times. How can there be any changes? Whether you are unknown or famous, death is the destination of everyone and the fairest thing in the world. Sometimes, when I think of these things, I will quickly shake my head to get rid of these thoughts, thinking that they are too empty.

In this life, just be free and easy. Do what you want to do and devote all your energy to your limited life. No one knows what will happen after death, but you can change what happened before you die. "

Wang Mang scratched his head and said carefully: "Isn't that what Mozi thought? I also saw and heard about such outstanding people, which gave me such thoughts."

Xun Ke shook his head, "I don't know."

Yeah, he doesn't know.

In fact, he has always been learning from Gu Dan.

Compared to the famous Master Mo of Dayue, Mr. Gu's martial arts may have surpassed him, but his character or personal choices are inevitably too bland, as if he has separated himself from the world.

As he was training in his academy, naturally he had no way to follow Master Mo to fight. He could only constantly perfect his thoughts in his mind, looking forward to meeting Master Mo one day and talking about the ideas that had been brewing in his mind for a long time.

I hope things aren't as bad as I think.

He still has many things he hasn't had the time to say to Master Mo, and he still has many ideals he hasn't had the time to realize with Master Mo. The situation in Dayue needs Master Mo and the Mohist School even more.

While I was thinking about this, there was suddenly a noise coming from the foot of the mountain.

Xun Ke's heart moved and he looked over.

Someone is here, it's Qin Lisheng! Shouldn't the other party be in the Gu family courtyard?

He was about to go down the mountain to inquire when he suddenly heard a loud shout that shook the sky.

"Qing! Ping! Zi! Come out here. If you can't save him, you'll be buried with him!"

A meteor came speeding from the horizon, splitting the river and breaking the sea, walking on the waves.

(End of this chapter)