Chapter 395 A Guest Comes from the Sky (Please give me your monthly vote!)

The three of them walked in the fields, seeing nothing but desolation and ruin.

Collapsed houses, destroyed roads, abandoned farmland A disaster that affected the entire country, the human population that was once everywhere now seemed a bit precious.

However, in this sparsely populated area, the flowers, plants and trees blooming everywhere are exceptionally lush, and even the creatures living in the wild are becoming more active.

It’s a pity that there are very few people who are willing to appreciate such beautiful scenery.

Mo Feng walked in front, holding a sharp sword, cutting off the weeds and vines that were growing wildly on the official road. This kind of work actually hurt the sword's edge, but it didn't matter. He was also a warrior, and a sharp sword was not necessarily better than his fists.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Not long after walking, a heart-wrenching cough came from behind. No matter how hard I tried to suppress it, I couldn't hold it in.

"Uncle Wei, you are injured."

Mo Feng turned around and said with some concern.

"Small problem."

Wei Chuanming waved his hands impatiently.

When he was dealing with the scattered troops of King Ping Tian, ​​he was kicked in the chest by someone from the horse's back.

If he still had the body of a master, let alone being kicked from the back of a horse, even if ten horses ran over him and killed him, it would be nothing.

But no one knew what method that person used, not only did he suppress all his blood and energy, but even his master's body became ineffective. The flesh and bones that he had painstakingly trained to overcome the blood and energy barriers in the past became no different from those of ordinary people.

At first, he was very uncomfortable, but he gradually adapted to it over the years. The only regret was that after so many years, that person's method was still very effective! His strength seemed to be "fixed" to that of an ordinary person, and he could no longer increase his blood and energy through past experience. Even if he was well versed in the methods of practicing martial arts, he could not increase his blood and energy by a single bit.

The feeling of losing power is extremely uncomfortable.

The physique of ordinary people is too fragile.

Being a little hotter, a little colder, a little hungrier, or a little full could cause problems.

If you get hurt, it will be a huge trouble.

After all these years, he is still standing still, but the little guy Mo Feng has grown up and started to practice dirty tricks.

He actually became a burden! This was something Wei Chuanming absolutely could not accept.

"Let me carry you on my back. Let's kill King Ping's men. When they come looking for us, it will be a big problem."

Mo Feng stopped, leaned down and said.

"roll."

Wei Chuanming answered quite straightforwardly.

It's just a minor injury, not worth mentioning! Just because you have lost the strength of a Grandmaster, it doesn't mean you have to lose your pride.

That was all he had left.

Mo Feng curled his lips.

After so many years of getting along, he knew Wei Chuanming's character very well. He just liked to hold on and would never give in, even if he died.

He no longer insisted at that moment.

After the three of them continued walking forward for half an hour, Wei Chuanming's pace had unknowingly slowed down a lot, his chest was heaving violently, and sweat was all over his forehead.

Air gushed out from the nose and mouth, and the chest felt like it was on fire.

So much so that I had to stop and lean against a big tree to rest for a while.

Facts have proved that no matter how tough your mouth is, your body is very honest.

No means no, no matter how much you explain it.

Mo Feng stopped and turned back, "Come up."

"roll!"

Wei Chuanming was breathing heavily and put one hand on his chest, but it didn't work.

"We must find a place to stay before dark, and also find some herbs. We can't wait any longer."

Mo Feng glanced at Wei Chuanming's chest, which had obviously swelled a little, and this time he pulled him onto his back without saying a word.

Wei Chuanming wanted to struggle, but he was powerless to resist.

Even when he was not injured, he was no match for Mo Feng in strength.

The Grandmaster's experience and will became somewhat weak in the face of such absolute 'great skill without effort'. Consciousness is something that is difficult to materialize into concrete power, not to mention that he is injured.

The saying "A master can be killed by random punches, and a young and strong man can be defeated by his own fists" is exactly this truth.

Mo Feng walked forward with the abusive Wei Chuanming on his back, ignoring all his words. He was used to it anyway.

Brother Liu, on the other hand, was still willing to tease her: "Stop scolding me, save your energy and take a rest. We are so familiar with each other, are you still afraid of being embarrassed? No one is laughing at you."

"You know nothing!"

Wei Chuanming was extremely dissatisfied.

I am a master! Even if it was only once.

The Grandmaster's strength was gone. If the Grandmaster's pride was also lost, what would he have left? A walking corpse? An ordinary person who was so weak that he had trouble walking after being injured?

This is something Wei Chuanming absolutely cannot accept, even if he dies.

A man should be as firm as iron until his death, do you understand?

"It's starting to happen again."

However, his persistence was not appreciated by others. Brother Liu shrugged and said casually.

I really don't know where this man gets his arrogance from. No one has come to see him in all these years.

I don’t know if he was exiled for violating the laws of the Xia Dynasty, but whenever they mention the Xia Dynasty, Wei Chuanming will most likely jump up and down.

I guess he was exiled, but he still holds on to his old arrogance and refuses to let go.

But although he is a bit tough in words, he is not a bad person.

As it was getting dark, Mo Feng and his two companions found an abandoned village.

Having a place to live is good enough, and there is no shortage of food now. After all, when they killed Ping Tianwang's troops, the scattered food was enough for them to eat.

"I'll go find some herbs. You guys take a rest here for a while."

Mo Feng walked out the door first and said without looking back.

Of course, Ping Tianwang's men had all kinds of bottles and jars on them, but they dared not use them.

Who knows what's in them? Some healing bottles are deliberately filled with poison, or are simply filled with poison, just to disgust people even if they die.

The world is dangerous and full of sewers.

The dry food that Mo Feng had picked up from others before was mixed with poison, and he almost lost half his life.

From then on, I have been extremely careful.

As night fell, Mo Feng also returned.

I found a half-broken clay pot, placed it at an angle and started to make a fire and cook.

After the herbs were ground by the stone, Mo Feng opened Wei Chuanming's collar and looked at the swollen and purple areas on his chest, frowning slightly.

After applying the herbs, Wei Chuanming clenched his teeth and said nothing.

Not long.

"It's time to eat."

Brother Liu called out.

The three of them gathered together and drank rice porridge in the night.

His eyes fell on the outside of the village, which was dilapidated and desolate, dim and dark, with no sunlight.

The three of them ate quietly and no one spoke for a long time.

"When will the war end?"

When the meal was about to end, Mo Feng sighed helplessly.

Da Qi was not the Xia Dynasty, and there was no Mozi.

In fact, this is the norm.

How can there be so many saints? Saints are saints because they can do things that ordinary people cannot do.

And what about Daqi?

They kill each other and attack each other constantly because they are blinded by greed.

Although Mo Feng's strength is good, it is not enough to jump onto the stage.

Even Mozi founded the Mohist school and taught the classics only after he became a master.

It fully demonstrates that reason should also be accompanied by fists.

If someone is unreasonable, you can tell them a story about fists.

Unfortunately, Mo Feng's fist is not big enough, and it is not yet time for others to listen to his reasoning.

He also could not accomplish Mozi's feat.

Now Mozi has become a sage, inspiring the younger generations, but why is the world still like this? No, it should be said, why is the world still like this except for the Xia Dynasty? Mo Feng couldn't help but think about this question.

To break out of the cage of darkness and see the dawn.

Mo Feng was not prepared to hear the answer to this sigh. Who could accurately predict when the war would end?

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But Wei Chuanming said: "Wait until the most powerful person has satisfied his ambition."

"Um?"

Mo Feng was stunned.

"You must have heard of the saying that when you have a sharp weapon, you will naturally want to kill. Have you not heard of it?"

Wei Chuanming said: "In a rich and powerful country, the emperor would also want to make achievements and expand the territory. The people in the Ministry of War would also be eager to see it and get ready.

The same is true for a weak country. Those who have power do not want to be inferior to others. In troubled times, every truly capable person strives to become the last person on top.

But there can only be one superior person, so they have no choice but to fight and struggle with each other until the strongest one becomes the strongest and others dare not fight with him anymore.

It's just like the legendary Gu-raising. No matter how brave and fierce they are, or how sinister and vicious they are, there can only be one Gu King in the end. Either they all die, or the strongest one emerges. Before the real fight, no one thinks they will lose."

Wei Chuanming looked at the bonfire in front of him, his eyes flickering with the flickering and swaying flames, and continued: "Before the struggle of people's hearts has been decided, the war will never stop. It will not stop even if all the enemies are killed, unless a strong man appears who no one can disobey."

At this time, Wei Chuanming was like a philosopher.

"A strong man that no one can disobey?"

Mo Feng thought about it and finally blurted out: "Xia Dynasty?"

“.”

Wei Chuanming covered his face with his hands, "Don't think about it. If Xia Chao really wanted to take some action, do you think they could have waited until now? Xia Chao could have done it before the earth and sky shook, why would they have to wait for so many years."

"Don't judge the Xia Dynasty by your own ideas. The Xia Dynasty is the hometown of Mozi. You can understand the doctrine of loving all and not aggression, right?"

Mo Feng was furious.

The Xia Dynasty was an utopia for the Mohists.

The kind that cannot be defiled.

You can make sense with it, but it's embarrassing that you slandered the Xia Dynasty.

"Oh, non-aggression only means not to carry out unjust attacks, not that you cannot attack. Do you know what is righteous and what is unjust?"

Wei Chuanming mocked, "If the Xia Dynasty wants to take action, they can just say that the royal family of Daqi is arrogant and extravagant, and the people are suffering. Isn't this a kind of "righteous war"? It's just a name, isn't it convenient to find it?"

"The Xia Dynasty didn't do that."

Mo Feng immediately retorted.

"Oh."

Wei Chuanming sneered.

That's because you don't know that the Xia Dynasty almost did it and even made all the preparations.

If that person had not appeared, Daqi would probably have changed his name by now.

"What's your attitude? The Xia Dynasty with the Mohist School around would never do such a thing!"

Mo Feng was very dissatisfied.

He didn't mind Wei Chuanming's ridicule of him, as he was more or less used to it anyway. However, Wei Chuanming's attitude of disregarding the Mohist school made him very unhappy.

It seems as if Mohist school is just a person who talks big but wears a mask.

As we all know, only by cutting open the belly can one prove himself.

This kind of verbal debate usually results in no results.

"Mohism, Mohism, Mohism, Mohism all day long! What's so great about being a Mohist? Even in the Xia Dynasty, how many Mohists are left? Either Confucianism or Mohism, that's a thing of the past era.

In the Xia Dynasty, Legalism is the mainstream, followed by Confucianism. Mohism has lost Mozi and Qin Lisheng, and only a group of people who will "torture themselves to the extreme" are left, clinging to the old ideas. "

Wei Chuanming mocked, "Go to the Xia Dynasty and see for yourself what influence the Mohists had in the temple. Although the tea is still warm, they have become just idols for worship. Now is the 146th year of the Xia Dynasty. Do you still think that the Xia Dynasty was just founded and the Mohists were at their peak?"

Mo Feng looked cold and sullen, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

After all, he had never been to the Xia Dynasty, and all the information about the Xia Dynasty was hearsay, which was difficult to refute.

But as the saying goes, there is no false reputation under a great name. There must be a reason why the Xia Dynasty was so highly respected.

However, there is indeed less and less news about the Mohist school of the Xia Dynasty.

Even when talking about Mohism, people mostly talk about Mozi and Qin Lisheng.

That’s really a story from the past era.

"Speaking of which, given Daqi's current situation, can we ask for Xia Chao's help?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, Brother Liu, who had been silent, quickly spoke up to ease the atmosphere.

"Again, if you were going to come, you'd have come earlier."

Wei Chuanming lay on the cold ground, "If you don't want to come, then you don't want to come."

Of course, Mo Feng didn't understand these rather difficult words.

But he couldn't help but think that given Daqi's current situation, if the Xia Dynasty was willing to take action, it would definitely be considered a righteous war, and would not conflict with non-aggression.

Why not? Mo Feng also fell silent.

The silence did not last long.

The sound of horse hooves hitting the ground drifted from afar.

Mo Feng jumped up, holding a long sword, "I'll go take a look, you stay in the house and don't move."

The bonfire was put out immediately, and Mo Feng quietly walked out of the room.

Outside the door, there were already several figures standing.

"Mohist? Ha. You killed more than a dozen of our brothers. You don't think that this matter can be let go, right?"

The leader was tall and burly, wearing armor, with a gorgeous sword hanging from his waist. One could tell at a glance that he was extraordinary.

"You are, King Ping?"

Mo Feng stood up straight, gripped the sword tightly in his hand, and looked cold.

"The little guy has a good vision. However, you want to run away after offending me. Aren't you thinking too much?"

As King Ping spoke, the iron hooves in the distance had already approached, and there were hundreds of them.

They were all wearing armor and holding sharp weapons, with grim eyes.

In the room, Wei Chuanming and Brother Liu also came out. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but frowning deeply.

I'm afraid today will be a dangerous day!

Above the deep and vast sky.

The flying boats stood in rows, like islands, densely packed and almost like land.

“That is the source heaven.

After the sky lock cave is opened, all spirits are stimulated, which is an incredible creation of heaven and earth. You younger generations can go in first to find your own opportunities. You must not destroy the spirit veins and the spiritual treasures of heaven and earth. If you violate this, you will be killed without mercy. When heaven and earth are stable again, the Immortal Sect will be revived. "

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