Chapter 329: Like a sword, but not for attacking, with dark eyebrows and no edge

"Its name is... Fei Gong!"

As his voice fell, the deathly aura on his body finally dissipated completely, and his whole body was completely revealed in front of me.

But after I saw his true appearance, my face was full of shock and horror.

Because what appeared in front of me was not an ordinary person, but... a mecha!

Yes, a mecha!

I saw that his whole body was covered by a layer of ink-black mecha, revealing only a pair of red eyes.

This mecha was built extremely perfectly, whether it was the facial features or the joints, they could fit perfectly, and it felt as if it was tailor-made for him.

But then my heart was shocked.

Because I suddenly saw that the mecha covering him was alive, and it was liquid metal!

"What on earth is this!" I swallowed my saliva with a gulp and said in surprise.

"Haha, surprised." He grinned, and a hint of pride appeared on his face: "The reason why my Mo family master, the master, can be famous among the hundreds of schools of thought is not only because of the mechanical art, but also this magic weapon. It is called Feigong, and like the Momei sword worn by my Mo family master, it is made of an extremely mysterious meteorite from outer space. It is not only indestructible, but also invisible and ever-changing. Back then, my Mo family master relied on Feigong and Momei to enter the The enemy's formation was like entering an empty space, and the Qin soldiers were terrified and fled at the sight of the killing! As the saying goes, "It's like a sword, but it's not for attacking, and the Momei sword has no edge", it refers to the non-attack and Momei sword. It's a pity that the Momei sword was taken away by the great master, and no one knows where it has ended up. Momei, only those with virtue are qualified to wear it, because it is a heavy sword, and it has no edge, and it never hurts people easily. I just hope that the person who gets the Momei sword will not use it to kill easily!"

He sighed here, and then suddenly raised his right hand.

When his right hand was raised, he saw that the mecha on his body seemed to come alive, squirming on his body, and slowly gathered towards his right arm.

After a few seconds, a long sword as black as ink was formed. He grasped the long sword and swung it lightly at the bronze building beside him.

With a "swish", a black sword blade was cut out, and then there was a loud "bang". The sword blade was like cutting tofu, and instantly cut the building in half. Then, accompanied by a huge bang, the building fell down. Oh

my God!

I was stunned by this scene, and I felt my heart was in my throat.

In fact, the scene just now was too shocking.

With one sword, a building made of bronze was cut in half?

How sharp is this sword?

Of course, this is also due to the influence of this person's practice, but it is enough to show how sharp this sword is.

"Hehe, this is just one of its thousands of transformations. With it, it is equivalent to having countless magic weapons. It can transform into a mecha and cover your body, or it can transform into a long sword to help you destroy everything you want to destroy, and its transformation is only in your thoughts."

He smiled and said, "In battle, it can change in a thousand ways according to your thoughts. Even a person with profound Taoism cannot defend against it. The most important thing is that it recognizes its owner. Even if others want to snatch it, they can't take it away, because no one can take it off you. Even if it is taken away by someone, you only need a thought, and it will return to your side on its own."

"How about it, isn't it interesting!" He looked at me with a smile, and I took a deep breath and asked, "You said before that you left something for me. Could it be this?"

"That's right." He nodded: "The reason why my three souls and seven spirits have been able to survive for thousands of years is all because of it. It condensed into a mecha that carries my three souls and seven spirits." "

If you give it to me, doesn't it mean... that your soul will be scattered in an instant." I was shocked.

"It's not that my soul will be scattered all at once, but... I don't have much time left." What he was talking about at the moment was his own life and death, but there was no sadness on his face, and there was even a trace of indifference in his red eyes: "I have lived too long, and my three souls and seven spirits are at the point of exhaustion. Even if I continue to wear it, it will not help. However... I have no regrets to wait for you."

Having said this, he took a deep breath, and then suddenly took a step back. Under my astonished gaze, he knelt on one knee on the ground and said loudly: "I am Yan Qingshu, an old servant, and I pay my respects to your Excellency."

"You, what do you mean!" I was shocked and hurried forward to help him up, but he knelt motionlessly.

"Non-aggression is a legacy of the Mohist school. I am about to die. My greatest wish is to see the Mohist school's thought continue to be passed down. I do not ask you to stick to the rules and act according to the Mohist school's thought. I only hope that when you use non-aggression, you will still remember that the blood of the Mohist master flows in your body. I hope you can help me." After saying this, he bowed his head deeply.

To be honest, I was a little confused at this moment.

This magic weapon called non-aggression, I believe there is no one in the world who would not want it.

However, I was born into the Yin lineage, and the style of our Yin lineage is entirely based on personal preference. To put it bluntly, it is based on our own interests, which is in conflict with the Mohist school's thought.

Yan Qingshu saw my hesitation and immediately raised his head and continued, "Your Majesty, do you have any concerns? If so, how about this? You only need to help keep Feigong temporarily. When you meet a suitable candidate, you can pass on Feigong and entrust the Mohist thought to him. Is this feasible?" What

else can I say after saying this?

I took a deep breath, nodded, and said, "Get up. I promise you."

"Great, the inheritance of my Mohist school will finally not be cut off!" He instantly burst into tears and turned around and knelt down again facing the bronze building shrouded in death, kowtowing continuously: "The heaven is really merciful, Your Highness Prince Dan, my Mohist school finally has a successor, I, an old man, have not let you down..."

After a long time, Yan Qingshu calmed down, stood up, looked at me and said: "Then this old slave, I will pass on the non-attack to Your Excellency."

At this point he raised his hand and gently stroked the mecha on his body, muttering in a low voice: "You and I have been together for more than a thousand years, and it's time to say goodbye to you."

After that, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grasped my palm, and then his eyes condensed, gritted his teeth and shouted.

As he shouted, I immediately felt a pain in my palm. The liquid armor covering his body began to squirm and turned into a long needle, which pierced deeply into my palm.

I gritted my teeth and groaned. Seeing this, Yan Qingshu said, "Don't panic. Feigong is recognizing his master."

As he finished speaking, I immediately felt the blood in my body draining away quickly, and all of it was swallowed up by Feigong. Fortunately, this swallowing only lasted for a few seconds. Then, I saw the mecha that originally covered Yan Qingshu's body squirming, and finally turned into a ball of liquid metal, suspended in my palm. As Feigong faded from

Yan Qingshu's body, his true appearance finally saw the light of day again after a thousand years, and was revealed in front of me.