Chapter 424 Today's Revenge

The history books are so vast that the saints from ancient times to the present are only mentioned in a few words.

History books are too short to record a person's eventful life.

The news of Emperor Qizhi's death eventually spread.

Emperor Qizhi, the third emperor of the Xia Dynasty, who reigned for seventy-three years, bid farewell forever to the country where he had taken deep roots and to which he devoted his entire life.

During his reign, he worked hard to govern the country and was determined to carry out reforms. In his hands, the Legalist School grew into a towering tree, and the word "legality" was deeply rooted in the hearts of every citizen of the Xia Dynasty.

If Emperor Chengping inherited the strength and prosperity of the Xia Dynasty, then Emperor Qizhi was the one who pushed the prosperity to a higher level.

His existence ensured the prosperity of the Xia Dynasty and enabled it to run in a more stable manner.

The world is vast, and Emperor Qizhi has never left the country.

The world is small enough for all the countries to compete to bow down to and pay tribute to! During the years when he succeeded to the throne, the name of the Xia Dynasty spread far and wide. Even those who were thousands of miles away could still feel proud of being from the Xia Dynasty.

In the last years of his life, some "earth-shaking" events happened.

Unfortunately, he no longer had the time to process it completely.

But this is by no means his fault.

From the perspective of an emperor, he has done the best he can.

He even did not hesitate to humiliate himself in the hope of arousing the people's emotions towards the Xia Dynasty.

This was the simplest and most difficult thing he could do.

This Emperor of Xia, who had reigned for seventy-three years, when the news of his death spread throughout the Xia Dynasty, sounds of wailing were heard from thousands of households.

The ignorant young children didn't understand what was going on, but the elderly people were crying their hearts out, as if the sky was falling.

On the broad streets of the imperial capital of the Xia Dynasty, groups of people in mourning clothes appeared at some point. They gathered on the streets, looking in the direction of the Xia Dynasty palace, and their cries were like surging waves.

He reigned seventy-three years.

It's just a few words, but in this era, how many people can live that long? It's rare for a person to live to be seventy! Even in a powerful dynasty like the Xia Dynasty, the average life expectancy of its people is probably only over fifty years old.

In other words, the vast majority of people in the Xia Dynasty today were born when Emperor Qizhi was in power.

This even includes their parents and elders - and their parents and elders may be the same! It is no exaggeration to say that Emperor Qizhi has thoroughly run through the lives of at least a generation of people in the Xia Dynasty, or even longer! In this era, in this era when imperial power is still extremely respected, the influence brought about by this incident is unparalleled.

Many people sincerely believe that this is a natural thing.

The Emperor of Xia is the Emperor Qizhi, and the Emperor Qizhi is the Emperor of Xia.

Day after day, just like the sun sets and rises again, it is the truth of life.

However, in his lifetime, this incident, which was enough to make many people feel that their faith had collapsed, eventually happened and could not be changed by human will.

In the Gu family's courtyard, the door was wide open.

Zheng Fei stared blankly at the people walking on the street outside who looked like they had lost their parents, with a hint of thought in his grey eyes.

"One day, when I die, will there be so many people coming to mourn me?"

Zheng Fei suddenly couldn't help thinking.

A real man lives between heaven and earth, so why should he fear death?

He was never one to fear death.

But even if you die, it should be a meaningful death.

Like Mozi's anger and the death of Emperor Xia, it made millions of people feel sad for him.

In this way, our life in this world will not be in vain.

Unfortunately, such outstanding people are ultimately a minority.

For most people, when they die of old age, it is already a rare achievement for their relatives and children to shed a few tears of sadness.

If you can make your neighbors cry their eyes out, you will be considered a hero and your name will be remembered in the village.

But how many people can make the whole world feel sad?

He couldn't help but recall what Emperor Qizhi had said to him that day.

Can he really become the guardian of the Xia Dynasty?

Just like Mozi, Xunzi, and Shangzi.

Or will he leave his mark on the Xia Dynasty in a completely different way? In any case, he will work hard for it.

There is no reason, just because this is the country where he was born and raised, and because here he and his ancestors can live.

Among the bustling crowds on the streets, there were countless people crying bitterly.

Occasionally, an old man would become so sad that he would cry until he fainted.

Mo Feng stood in the crowd, listening to the various sounds coming from all directions, like a reef.

If you count carefully, it has been several years since I came to the Xia Dynasty.

He did not go directly to the Xia Dynasty court for refuge as Wei Chuanming hoped.

Instead, he walked alone in the Xia Dynasty, gazing at the place of origin of Mohism with his eyes and heart.

Powerful, prosperous, and confident.

Amid the dramatic changes in heaven and earth, the outside world was on the verge of collapse and families were no longer in existence, but the Xia Dynasty was safe and isolated from the rest of the world, as if it existed in another time and space.

The traces left by the disaster have been wiped out by the hands of the people of the Xia Dynasty. New houses and roads have been rebuilt. Everything looks brand new, and the prosperity remains the same as before.

It truly deserves the name of the Celestial Empire.

Walking here, you can clearly understand why the Xia Dynasty is so famous.

Who wouldn't envy such a country? He also saw the statue of Mozi in the imperial capital of the Xia Dynasty.

It really is a short brown cloth, heavy and strong as iron.

The silent giant gazed at the country before him in silence.

He presented it with a bunch of wild flowers picked in the suburbs, and there were many more such wild flowers under the base.

At that time, Mo Feng suddenly understood.

Why is it that although the Xia Dynasty was clearly the birthplace of Mohism, Mohism first declined here and instead began to spread far and wide?

It’s not that the Xia Dynasty didn’t do well enough, but that it had done so well that the Mohists continued to stay here, which became the icing on the cake.

This is undoubtedly inconsistent with the Mohist philosophy.

What really shocked Mo Feng was that nearly a hundred years ago, the second great Mohist master, Qin Lisheng, had already understood this matter.

When Mohist school was at its most famous, Han Ran chose to take most of the Mohists away.

At that time, it seemed that the leaders of the Mohist school were afraid of the aggressive stance of the Confucianists and therefore avoided them.

Looking at it again now, Mo Feng suddenly understood that this was the mind of the Mo family, the mind of that giant.

Mohists have been here, they have struggled here, and this world is strong because of Mohists.

What happens next will be left to future generations.

In the distance, there are more places that need Mohists, waiting anxiously in the darkness for a ray of light to appear.

In addition, here he also filled in the gaps that he had not known before.

For example, Confucianism and Legalism.

During the time of great prayer, he was busy every day and seldom came into contact with anything other than the ideas of Mohism.

After coming here, I learned a lot again and got to know the deeper brilliance of Confucianism and Legalism.

Although it is different from the Mohist school and there are some aspects that make Mo Feng dissatisfied, it also has its merits.

Just when he had taken a general tour of the Xia Dynasty and was about to defect to it, he heard Emperor Qizhi's edict of repentance.

There were so many talented people in the Xia Dynasty that the dynasty could not afford to support them, which made the emperors sigh with regret.

In the eyes of Emperor Xia, this seemed to be a very sad and even sinful thing.

It has reached the point where an imperial decree needs to be issued to calm the public anger.

But in Mo Feng's opinion, this is a bit "arrogant".

Other countries probably felt that they did not have enough talented people and were too busy issuing decrees to recruit them! Only the Xia Dynasty felt helpless because it had too many talented people.

If you tell others about it, I wonder how many people will be envious of you.

So he traveled to the imperial capital of the Xia Dynasty, but he never expected that the first news he learned when he arrived here was that the Xia Emperor had passed away.

He was carried by the crowd and approached the Xia Dynasty palace silently.

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There were people all over the mountains and plains, wearing mourning clothes and kneeling down.

The sadness of thousands of people is palpable, so stark.

Mo Feng even couldn't help but wonder, when the news of Mo Zi's death reached the Xia Dynasty, which was still Dayue at that time, were the people at that time also so sad?

It must be.

After all, even the Sage King Wang Mang never set up a statue in front of the imperial capital for people from all directions who walked into the core area of ​​the Xia Dynasty to admire and worship.

Only Mozi has this honor.

It is not because Mozi is special, but because he was the first to raise his arms and awaken the world in dark times, and he deserves such treatment.

Times have changed. Today, the Xia Dynasty stands proudly at the top of the world, but we should not forget the people who founded it.

Although people today are not the same people as in the past, we can still get a glimpse of the past from the scenery of today.

"When I die, can I be like Mozi?"

Mo Feng suddenly thought of it.

Mozi once said a sentence that has always been circulated among Mohists.

'Even if there is no one in the world, Mozi's words still exist.'

This is enough to illustrate the firmness and immortality of the Mohist path.

Then one day, when he dies, can he also believe, like Mozi, that his own morality is eternal and cannot be changed by the secular world?

In this new era, which is completely different from the past.

Will the mission of the Mohists be different? "Is this the Xia Dynasty?"

A group of monks were wearing azure robes and had sharp eyes. The leader asked first.

"Yes, Brother. This Xia Dynasty claimed to be cooperating with the Wanfa League and rejected all other forces.

If it were just that, it would be fine. It was just a treasure from a country. Selling it to the Wanfa Alliance to save face would not be a big deal.

But a few days ago, I discovered a low-grade spiritual vein by chance. I was about to set up a formation and call on my fellow disciples to come here, when suddenly a cultivator who claimed to be the 'Fish Dragon Guard' jumped out and said that this place belonged to them. "

The monk who was speaking spat and continued, "I have made a careful investigation and just found out that the so-called Fish Dragon Guards are just ordinary monks raised by the Xia Dynasty. They have no backing at all.

But the Xia Dynasty was extremely rude. The lower-grade spiritual veins were reserved for those who were destined to possess them. However, the spiritual veins found within the Xia Dynasty were all occupied by the Yulong Guards, who were unwilling to let go of even one of them. "

At this point, his voice suddenly became fierce, and he cursed: "This little Xia Chao has been bullying the mortals for a long time, and he thinks that the immortal world is just like the mortal world. Let him do whatever he wants!"

"Oh? Is this true?"

The leading man raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, but more of it was delighted.

Good, good, a mortal dynasty that doesn’t know what’s good for it.

For ordinary spiritual plants, everyone sells them to the Wanfa Alliance to give them face and arranges them in order of first come, first served, and that’s about it.

But the spiritual vein is different from the spiritual treasure.

Lingzhen is used up once it is used up. Unless you carefully cultivate the medicinal fields and spend multiple costs of time, manpower and resources, it will be extremely difficult to regenerate.

The spiritual vein is different. It is a gift from heaven and earth, like a golden hen laying eggs.

As long as the spiritual veins are not severely damaged, they can be recycled and regenerated continuously.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the foundation of the immortal sect! The meanings of the two are incomparable. Occupying the spiritual vein is equivalent to picking up a leak from heaven and earth, and is one of the greatest opportunities.

In this case, who would be willing to hand it over to others? Now that the changes in the world are still continuing, and lower-grade spiritual veins are appearing one after another, it is a good time for small sects from all over the world of immortal cultivation to restart their immortal sects in the Source Heaven Realm.

Occupying a few more spiritual veins, as long as you can hold on to them, is equivalent to gaining a few more opportunities and foundation.

It's nothing to risk one's life for this.

A small secular dynasty actually wants to occupy all the spiritual veins born from the heaven and earth within its territory? That is really a fool's dream! In a flash of thought, the leader had made up his mind.

If they don't kill such a big fat sheep, wouldn't it be a bargain for others? "This Xia Chao doesn't know what's good for him. Fellow disciples, it's time to teach them the rules of the world of immortal cultivation!"

The leading cultivator had an evil and crazy smile on his face as he looked at dozens of fellow disciples around him who were practicing Qi and approaching the stage of building foundations.

It was as if they saw the Xia Dynasty trembling under their majesty.

How many monks do you have in this small secular dynasty? Ten days later.

“Run! Run faster!”

The robe was azure blue, stained with bright red, giving it a slightly eerie luster.

The spiritual light bloomed, and the sound like firecrackers rang out in all directions one after another.

Blood, wailing, life passes away in a flash.

"Big Brother!"

Familiar faces fell one after another. The cultivator called the eldest brother was furious, but he was attacked from both sides by two foundation-building cultivators. He could not spare any extra energy to help at all.

He never imagined that in a place with low-grade spiritual vein, there were actually two people who were building their foundation! What happened to the fact that it was just an ordinary dynasty?

Where did these monks come from? Damn, it's too late to say anything now.

Breaking into a place of practice and attacking and killing the people there has created a huge feud that cannot be eased at all.

The two foundation-building monks surrounding him had murderous intent in their eyes.

If you stay any longer, you will surely die.

A trace of regret flashed in his eyes, and a talisman in his hand suddenly slapped his body.

Suddenly, the figure fled away quickly like a stream of light, as fast as lightning.

A voice filled with resentment echoed between heaven and earth.

"Today's revenge will be repaid a hundredfold tomorrow!"

Just after being discharged from the hospital, he became someone's best man.

I'm so busy.

I'm out of town, so the update is a little late, I'm really sorry.

(End of this chapter)