Ah Zhen remained silent for a long time, then gritted her teeth, looked at Li Chang'an, and said, "Come with me."
Zhang Xianzong and Chen Da stood up, wanting to follow, but she stopped them: "This is a sacred place for the Mohists. Please forgive us, Confucian sages and generals."
The two exchanged a glance, then looked at Li Chang'an.
"Don't worry, there is no one in this world who can deal with me yet."
"Yes, Your Highness!"
Zhang Xianzong thought about it and agreed.
After Ah Zhen and Li Chang'an left, He Qiang walked up to him with a sly grin.
"Old Zhang, you're not a Confucian sage, so what kind of divine eye do you have that allows you to deduce heavenly secrets?"
"Can you help me see if I will have any chance to leave a descendant in this lifetime?"
He Qiang stayed in Tai'an City every day and often saw Lin Dongdong and Miao Qingqing taking Xiao Ya out to play. These silly kids were not afraid of strangers and often accompanied him fishing. Sometimes he would tease them.
These silly kids always do some ridiculous things that make him burst into laughter.
Over time, he also began to have the idea of having a child.
I used to think that children who cry and fuss are not likable.
Now that I'm getting older, I actually enjoy having a child by my side. After all, who can resist a chubby, soft little bundle of joy?
Zhang Xianzong glanced at him, then looked up at the sky, counted on his fingers for a few moments, and said, "Many children bring many blessings. I reckon the two of you will have at least seven or eight children."
He Qiang smiled so much his eyes narrowed when he heard this answer.
Hearing this, Chen Da also asked, "Brother Zhang, can you calculate it for me too?"
Zhang Xianzong glanced at him and said, "Does this even need to be calculated? Are you looking down on our Prince?"
"You are the prince's number one henchman. Even if you are not destined to have an heir, the prince will find a way to make sure you have one."
Hawkeye, who was drinking porridge nearby, became interested after hearing this and leaned over: "You can read faces, then help me see if I'll be able to get a wife in the future."
"You don't even need to look at it. With your appearance, it's very unlikely."
Hawkeye was immediately displeased upon hearing this: "What are you saying? What are you saying?"
"Rough willow winnowing basket, fine willow sieve, who in this world dislikes an ugly man? I, Eagle Eye, am at least a member of Pig Cage Mountain Village..."
While Zhang Xianzong was boasting, Li Chang'an followed Azhen to the back mountain of Pig Cage Village.
"People say that after Chen Youliang died, the Mo family went into seclusion in the mountains and forests and lived a life of leisure."
"But little did they know that our Mohist disciples had already been almost all killed before Chen Youliang died."
As Ah Zhen walked along, she recounted the secrets of those years.
"Only a few survivors escaped to the Lüliang Mountains, barely preserving the bloodline of the Mo family and managing to survive."
"Now, apart from me, a direct descendant of the Mo family, there is only one elder and a few outer sect protectors left."
"You'll have to ask that elder about the things the Mo family went through over the years, including the name Miao Qing. Only he knows the details."
Ah Zhen led Li Chang'an to a lakeside on the back mountain. She pointed to a thatched hut by the lake and said, "We're here. The last elder of the Mo family lives here, and he is also the only lucky one in the massacre of the Mo family."
Li Chang'an nodded, then walked to the thatched hut. Looking at the dilapidated house, he paused for a moment, then turned and asked, "What are the surnames of your elders?"
"He had no name or surname; all that was known was his nickname in the martial arts world."
"What nickname?"
"Killer King, Fire Cloud Evil God!"
Li Chang'an: ...
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Pushing open the door, Li Chang'an didn't see the Fire Cloud Evil God, who had hardly any hair on his head, was wearing a white vest and flip-flops.
All he saw was an old man, barely clinging to life, lying on the bed, struggling to breathe.
Ah Zhen stepped forward, helped the old man up, and patted his back to help him breathe more easily.
"Uncle Yun, I've come to see you."
By the moonlight, Li Chang'an realized that the old man had no eyeballs; his two eyes were empty and looked rather frightening.
"Did you bring any guests?"
With his empty eyes, Fire Cloud Evil God turned to look at the door: "Come in and have a seat."
Li Chang'an walked into the room and found a chair to sit down.
Although the house was simple, it was quite clean, and the old man wasn't very dirty; there was no sense of gloom or weariness about him.
Most elderly people, once they get older, have a lifeless smell about them, which is unpleasant to others.
"Uncle Yun, this is the Regent of the Ming Dynasty, who is also the famous disciple of the immortal in the martial arts world."
"He came to Lüliang Mountain to ask you about something."
While patting the old man's back, Ah Zhen told him about what had happened that day.
After hearing her description, the old man smiled and said, "So you are the legendary disciple of a deity. I am bedridden and unable to perform the proper greetings. Please forgive me."
"You're too kind, sir. I've come here today to ask about a man named Miao Qing."
Upon hearing the name, the old man paused for a moment before asking, "Your Highness, how could I not know him? He was the culprit behind the massacre of the entire Mo family."
"Oh, sir, could you tell me if he'll make it in time?"
"His origins... I don't know either. But the Mohist school has a secret history that says he has some connection to our Mohist ancestor." The old man's tone was tinged with sadness.
Li Chang'an was taken aback when he heard this: "The ancestor of the Mohist school?"
"Yes, he was the founder of the Mohist school during the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods."
"Back then, our ancestor founded the Mohist school on his advice, establishing the principles of non-aggression and universal love."
"His influence can be seen in the founding of schools of thought such as the Yin-Yang School, the Military School, the Legalist School, and the Confucian School."
After hearing this, Li Chang'an couldn't help but ask, "Those things happened 1,800 years ago. Could it be that he is an immortal?"
The old man nodded: "Otherwise, why would Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng, have been so obsessed with the method of immortality?"
"Because he has seen people who live forever."
"Xu Fu's secret to immortality was taught by him."
"The reason why Yuan Tiangang was able to live for so many years was because he taught him the art of longevity."
"The method of longevity learned by Zhang Xianzong, a Confucian sage of our time, is also what he left to Confucianism."
"Most of the legends about immortality in this world originated from him."
"The so-called dragon vein of Jiangnan and Chen Youliang are all his schemes. There is no way to achieve immortality through the dragon vein. It is just a hoax."
"It was just a hoax he used for research."
Upon hearing this, Li Chang'an's expression turned serious.
Meanwhile, in the territory of the Gaoshan people, Miao Qing, who was observing the sky, suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
He looked in the direction of Lüliang Mountain and gave himself a slap: "If only I hadn't been so soft-hearted and had left a bloodline for the Mo family."
As he spoke, he radiated golden light.
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