Chapter 1776

Xuanyuan did not understand Mo Ming's mood, but now is not the time to fight for this breath, and many things have not been understood, so there is no need to act rashly.

At the moment, the human race is in danger, and the factional struggle between Mohists is insignificant. More importantly, it is the foundation of the whole nation, which is very important. Therefore, Mo Ming also endured it. He always felt that there was nothing wrong with universal love and non attack.

Against war, if people all over the world can have a heart of universal love, naturally there will not be so many Li people displaced. This is a heart of great benevolence, and of course not everyone can understand it.

The mountain gate opened and the rosefinch landed.

Countless Qizong disciples looked at Xuanyuan and his party, looking puzzled.

"I see. If ordinary people break through the four lines of defense, they will think that the outside is where the Qizong is, so it looks like the place where the Qizong lives, but it is actually the fifth line of defense." Xuanyuan saw the scene inside Qizong Mountain Gate, which was completely different from the outside. He understood in an instant.

"Yes, if they attack and attack, they will fall into a more terrible trap, and there are five lines of defense inside. Even if they break through the fifth line of defense outside, they are not finished." Mo Tong smiled.

Hearing Xuanyuan's people twitch in the corners of their mouths and jump wildly in the corners of their eyes, I didn't expect that Qizong would have to set up five supreme mechanism defense lines where he lives. It's really terrible. The defense means of Mohism are the first in the world and deserve it.

Palaces are majestic and dense, and each department performs its own duties.

When Xuanyuan and his party jumped off the rosefinch, an old man was dressed in rags and crazy. It seemed that he had not taken a bath for hundreds of years. Everyone could see hundreds of lice jumping on him.

Looking at Xuanyuan, he giggled and didn't move.

Yuan'er was kind-hearted and asked, "what's the matter with the old man?"

"He is mo crazy. He is crazy all day. Just ignore him." Mo Tong looked at Mo crazy and was helpless.

"Ah... Ah... Ah..." Mo crazy is a mute and can't speak clearly, but he obviously understands what Mo Tong said. He is protesting.

"So it is. Master Mo crazy, would you like something to eat?" Yuan'er came to Mo crazy with a warm smile.

"Ah..." Mo crazy's saliva flowed out.

Yuan'er took out several fairy fruits and gave them to Mo crazy. He took them and ate them quickly.

"Don't you give him anything to eat?" Yuan'er looked at Mo Tong.

"Don't underestimate Mo's madness. He is also a man of cultivation. He can't easily starve to death." Mo Tong touched his nose. Obviously, people don't like Mo crazy very much. He's crazy and doesn't take a bath. He's very lonely. He wanders around in the Qizong all day.

But it's strange that all the mechanisms can't help Mo crazy. He won't trigger any mechanisms, so they don't care. As long as they don't die.

"Oh, what a pity, Xuanyuan. Just give him a bath." Yuan'er looked at Xuanyuan.

"Yes." Xuanyuan nodded. A drop of water popped up from his fingertips and hit Mo crazy. He saw that the dirt and fleas on Mo crazy were swept away, and the knotted hair was scattered. It was dark and bright. It was no longer the messy appearance just now. A clean water bead became dark. When he moved his mind, the water bead was shocked to pieces.

Seeing Mo crazy, both Mo Ming and Mo Tong were surprised.

"How could this happen?"

"What's the matter?" Xuanyuan wondered.

"Looks like martial uncle, and I don't know if Xiaofeng has gone to the origin of Hongmeng..." murmured Mo Ming.

"It's really like Shizu carved in a mold." For the ancestors of the Qizong, they all offer sacrifices and worship, and are naturally no strangers to their appearance. However, over the years, everyone has been practicing hard. Where will they have the mind to pay attention to a madman who doesn't take a bath? They won't even look at it more.

"You said your martial uncle, who is Xiaofeng?" Beside Mo Tong, a man came out, young and handsome, with two sword eyebrows on his temples, sharp stars, goat whiskers, tall, tall and powerful.

"Well, my father left a portrait, which was painted by himself. He said that although my martial uncle had different ideas from him, he was still an immortal genius in our Mohist school. Although he broke away from Mohist School and created his own weapon sect, his heart was not bad, so that our future generations should respect him." As soon as the voice fell, Mo Ming took out a picture. The people in the picture were lifelike, ready to come out, and flowing with mysterious Tao rhyme.

The man in the painting has a sharp eyebrow and holds an ink sword. Mo Ming points to the painting and says, "My father said that the sword in the painting was the first sword refined by my martial uncle. Both martial brothers spent a lot of effort to grind this sword for ten years. It is something that martial uncle will carry around all his life. As for Xiaofeng, it is the son of my martial uncle. We played together when we were young. Now it may have originated in Hongmeng."

"..." Mo Tong and the young man looked at each other and paused. The young man said, "Shizu said that the great grandfather is kind-hearted and kind to people. However, the people in the world are dangerous. How can they be treated together? Although their understanding on the road of cultivation is different, their feelings have always been not bad."

"One thing I don't know is why the Mohist School in the central China was destroyed and the Qizong didn't help. By means of Qizong, I believe as long as you help, the Mohist school should still exist." This is not only the biggest doubt in Mo Ming's heart, but also the biggest knot between Mohism and Qizong.

"Let me talk about it." Mo Tong came out. This time, they also knew that the blood of master Dazu came to see Mo Ming's strength. On the one hand, they didn't understand whether he had a grudge against the instrument sect when the Mohist family was destroyed.

"In the middle ages, a group of emperors rose together. This was an era of great struggle among people. Mohism was proficient in building defense means and mechanism methods, and was favored by major forces. In this way, Mohism became a thorn in the eye of some ambitious people. Therefore, in the middle ages, many wild forces joined hands to attack Mohism, and Mohism was removed from the list." Mo Tong sighed.

"Is the enemy too powerful?" Mo Ming's eyes seemed to look far away and fell into deep thought.

"As you said, if Qizong helped, there is no doubt that Mohism has survived. In those years, our Shizu founded the sect to become the dark sword of Mohism and kill all those who want to be harmful to Mohism. Therefore, a mark was left on the ten-year ink sword he refined. As long as Mohism is in trouble, Qizong will arrive at it with a message. However, when The leaders of the Japanese Mohist school saw that the enemy was too strong to attack together. They didn't want to implicate the Qizong, so they supported them alone. Before they died, they left behind an idea that let us not make trouble, say when it is time to repay each other, and don't easily start disputes. The people who suffer will only be the people of all major forces. They should abide by the last words handed down by the holy ancestor and love both non attack and non attack. " Mo Tong's expression has a deep helplessness.

"So, I understand." Mo Ming's voice trembled and didn't say much. Nevertheless, he didn't question non offensive love.

"The Mohist school was destroyed. The leader of our Qizong was angry. After killing the three culprits who jointly attacked the Mohist school, Qizong has nothing to do with the outside world since then." The young man was heavy and powerful: "that's why he set such a command, stick to the rules and love the world. If they could give orders at the first time that day, we would certainly be able to arrive. As for the Mohist school, we would not be destroyed in the world. I hope little Shizu would not be surprised."

Mo Ming waved his hand and looked indifferent, Avenue: "What can I blame? I love non aggression. There is no absolute answer to whether it is right or wrong. Qizong is also the blood of my Mohist school. Whatever its name, the blood of Mohist School flows in my body. As long as I don't do evil, I am a good son of Mohist school. My father taught me that being the head of Mohist school is the head of a family. What is the head of a family is to have an all inclusive mind Huai, anyone in the family has a will against you. You can't suppress it. As long as you don't do evil and let it develop, this is also a branch and leaf for the Mohist school. He said that martial uncle was the best example. The more you stimulate him, the more he will prove to you that the fruiting instrument sect has become stronger and stronger. He felt relieved when he looked at it. "

As soon as Mo Ming said this, his crazy eyes had an unprecedented clarity, completely unlike a crazy man. He suddenly knelt in front of Mo Ming: "I've seen senior brother..."

Mo Ming was stunned for a moment. Looking at Mo crazy, he suddenly said, "are you Xiaofeng?"

"Eldest martial brother, I didn't expect that when we met again, it would be like this. My father said that master Bo was hard spoken and soft hearted. Although he kept saying that he wanted to expel him from Mohism, he always asked people to help him secretly. He found such a treasure place for Qizong, hoping that Mohism would leave a blood outside, even if the master's family was born In... "Mo crazy is not crazy at the moment, and his words are firm.

Just then, out of the darkness, an elderly man came out. His beard and hair were half black and white. Mo Tong and young men saluted one after another when they saw him: "I've seen the patriarch."

"This one is Shizu's blood, Mo Feng. Now the world is turbulent. I released him from the seal without telling you. It's also his intention. From today, the leader of the instrument clan will be taken over by Mo Feng." As soon as the leader of the Qizong said this, his voice was loud and resounded through the whole Qizong.

Countless people were frightened. No one thought that this crazy man would be the blood of Shizu.

These days, I have teased him a lot. Many people are sweating and feel that their heads are big. It's like cheating people. Who would have thought that a madman would suddenly become the master of the whole tool sect.