warring states careerist

Chapter 108 Ten Steps Kills a Killer and Laughs at Yan Yan ([-])

As soon as the cheers start, there are likes and dislikes.

Likes and dislikes are not necessarily good and evil.

Since you have likes and dislikes, you can know that there is righteousness.

Unrighteousness is like people stepping on ants, neither joy nor evil.

As for the righteousness of judging right from wrong so as to have likes and dislikes, what kind of righteousness is that is another matter.

After Mozi heard these cheers, his face showed a happy expression, and his name in "Poetry" is Yan Yan.

Regardless of the many possible enemies around him, he said to the disciples who accompanied him, "I have heard the joy of the people, and I have gained something."

The disciples accompanying the left and right don't have any special tasks for the time being. Hearing what the master said, they didn't avoid the enemy at all. I made the paper for the shell, and took out the charcoal pencils that are readily available to record the road.

"In the past Xia Jie used to be a wine pool and meat forest, and he often used torture to kill people. Shang Zhou gouged out his heart and burned the people like a gun. The people of the world sympathize with these people who have their hearts gouged out and tortured to death."

"Later, Shang Tang released Jie in Nanchao, King Wu punished Shang Zhou in Lutai, and the people of the world waited for Xia Jie's death and Shang Zhou's death, and they cheered like birds and jumped like rabbits."

"It's the same murder, why is there sympathy and joy?"

"He who is happy must do righteousness and conform to the will of heaven."

"So life and death are not things to be celebrated or resented. Whether life and death are righteous, whether they are in line with the will of heaven, or whether they are beneficial to the world are things to be celebrated or resented."

"What joy is there in life? Why bother in death? If you live for the sake of harming the world, you will be spitting on life; if you die to benefit the world, you will die respectably;

Charcoal pencil salsa, the disciples on the left and right write down one by one, and if there are any words that you can't write, write them down first with the Qie Yin that is suitable for them.

These people have been Mohists for a long time, and they have a lot of insight into Mohist debates, and they have a deep understanding of "the right to balance" and "the classics of debate".

When Mozi said this, everyone got something, or said: "We can understand Mr.'s truth. If it is recorded in words and spread to the world, it can also be known to the world."

Mozi smiled, and said in his heart that it is suitable for me to walk on the grass and incarnate thousands of times, but I am not the only one who walks on the grass and silk?I'm afraid there are still those two gentlemen who are suitable.

It's just that the meaning is similar, but he still wants to regard me as the sunflower that can live in the golden crow in the eyes of all people.

He obviously doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but he insists on making me a ghost.

Yeah.

Estimated the situation at this time, smiled on his face, but secretly ordered the seemingly loose Mohists to gather here, except for the necessary stable people, the rest gathered from the passage to make a good encirclement.

Pass the order in words, write it on paper, and hand it over to the disciples who accompany him, and the disciples also leave quietly, each passing on to the elders of Mozhe Shiwu.

Under the stage, the master and apprentice talked and laughed as if there was no one; on the stage, the murderer smiled and walked freely.

Finally, sweat dripped from the faces of those who were hostile, and those disciples who accompanied Mozi sat on the ground as if no one was around, with their backs exposed in front of everyone, but they didn't care, and their self-confidence was self-evident.

While the Mohist was talking and laughing, the 15-year-old murderer Teng Shuyu rolled the first drop of sweat, which fell imperceptibly from his chin to the ground.

Beads of sweat are tiny, but this drop shakes for miles.

When those big clan shamans looked at Teng Shuyu before, they felt that he was calm, that he must have amazing skills and confidence in his heart.

In fact, Teng Shuyu has been very tired since Luo Qiaoli killed the first person.

When Luo Qiaoli shouted "Next", his legs began to tremble unconsciously.

But he couldn't tremble in front of everyone, so he tensed the muscles of his thigh and calf, as stiff as a stone.

This is extremely exhausting, but at least not trembling.

Fatigue is pain, which you can bear; trembling is cowardice, and others will ridicule you.

Warriors mostly live for others, and live in the eyes of everyone.

The calmness and expression that everyone saw in their eyes was actually him clenching his teeth tightly and puffing out the muscles of his cheeks, using his stiff muscles to resist the rattling sound of teeth colliding in fear.

Killed at the age of 15, and became famous at the age of 15. He thought he was already a master of swordsmanship and the number one ranger in the world.

He also knows that the Central Plains is full of things, but thinking about it is killing people. Even if there are good players in the countries, they can only be comparable to him. Moreover, the Mohists are well-known, but they are all reasonable.

Teng Shuyu thought that a reasonable person would only talk and not kill.

But after Luo Qiaoli killed the first blood relative to avenge him with a deterrent force, Teng Shuyu knew that he was only [-]% sure of winning against this Luo Xiaoli.

Aside from his fear, he hadn't thought about it. Although Luo Xiaoli said that he was not the best in Mozhe's swordsmanship, maybe he was, so he hoped that others would consume Luo Xiaoli's physical strength, according to the opening method at the beginning. Dahe's intentionally frightening style of play, at most three or five more kills will make him lose his strength.

At that time, I can go up to the stage and fight with him, consume my strength, and wait for his strength to dissipate before killing him in one fell swoop, maybe [-]% sure.

However, what surprised him was that after Luo Qiaoli killed the first person as a deterrent, he then used the simplest stabbing, which saved the most effort. It seemed that it would be no problem to kill another six or seven people.

What surprised him even more was that Mo Zhai, the leader of the Mohists, preached to his disciples as if there was no one there, and didn't care about the outcome on the stage at all, obviously full of confidence.

What frightened him the most was that every time Luo Xiaoli on the stage killed someone, he would unconsciously look at a tall and strong man with a scar on his face next to him on the stage.

It's just that the person with the scar on his face never responded, and every time he didn't respond, Luo Xiaoli would show an indescribably lonely expression on his face.

As a ranger, Teng Shuyu didn't know what it meant, obviously Luo Xiaoli was looking forward to that person's praise, but that person didn't bother to praise or did not want to praise against his will.

He has seen this kind of emotion a lot from his subordinate friends. This is a kind of worship to the strong, and this kind of worship turns into a word of appreciation from the strong, which is enough to make him happy.

Teng Shuyu now believes that Luo Xiaoli's words are true, this person is really not the one with the best swordsmanship among Mohists.

At most, he is only [-] to [-]% sure of defeating Luo Xiaoli, and he has to wait until Luo Xiaoli's strength is exhausted.To deal with the scarred person who has never made a move and only talked to the kid next to him for a few words of advice when seeing Luo Xiaoli kill someone, I'm afraid he is going to die.

"It's really just death."

Teng Shuyu warned himself that the muscles tensed to prevent trembling had consumed too much of his strength, and now he was not too sure even against Luo Xiaoli.

Only then did he know that if he killed someone at the age of 15, he might be able to rule the roost within a hundred miles of Tengdi, but it would be nothing if he could be spread thousands of miles away in Kyushu.

I don't want to die, I just want to be famous in the world.

After he is still a public clan, if the Yue people retreat in the future, there will always be a chance to return to the country.

If he becomes famous, he may become a doctor or a Sima when the country is restored in the future.

Even if I no longer become famous, when the country is restored in the future, I will always need the strength of these rangers around me.

But if you die, all this is gone.

Looking at the dead body thrown by Luo Qiaoli, Teng Shuyu's first drop of sweat just dripped from his tense face and fearful heart.

Carrying too much, this drop of sweat that should have been light was so heavy that it splashed on the ground, and everyone around was shocked.

At this time, Luo Xiaoli, who had already killed four people on the stage, heard the cheers from a distance, gasped slightly, and knew that his sword intent was the strongest and his muscles and bones were the loosest at this time.

Although he didn't get even a word of praise from Gong Zaoye, he was just slightly disappointed, after all, the few people he killed were too weak.

At this time, the body is hot, the blood is boiling, and the energy is full, knowing that this is the time to fight a good fighter.

So he no longer took it from Zhu Qi, but pointed his sword at Teng Shuyu in the audience, and shouted: "You just said that you killed someone at the age of 15, and then you uttered disrespectful words to my husband. You insulted me. Mr. taught me, You can't kill a warrior for petty righteousness, otherwise you are not brave."

"Since you are forcing each other with small righteousness today, it's not my fault! That 15-year-old murderous Tengdi warrior came up to fight Mozhe Luo Qiaoli!"

He was full of momentum, and shouting these words made him even more brave.

Flick the sword with your fingers, and look at no one.

The eyes of all the people nearby turned to Teng Shuyu, Teng Shuyu suddenly drew his sword, when everyone thought he was going to go up to fight with him, they didn't want him to say loudly to his companions and friends: "You can't fight today, the Mozhe is crazy, even if you fight, you will die! It is better to die!"

"I don't care about my body, but I'm saving this body for great things in the future. I am the descendant of Shuxiu and the descendant of King Wen. How can I die here? If you want to gain fame and wealth, you should retreat quickly!"

He is also a person who does great things, knowing that he is invincible and will not be famous or die, so he makes a decisive decision.

He had already noticed the path left by the Mohist among the people. After shouting loudly, he made it clear that he was not sacrificing his own life but that he was going to make a big deal in the future. He raised his sword and ran, shouting to the people next to him: "Those who block the way, die!"

When he shouted, his companions and friends who followed him also knew that Teng Shuyu didn't want to fight, and he would die if he stayed. Seeing the skill of the Mohist, they all followed behind and fled outwards.

This 15-year-old murderous warrior is the sharp blade of these Wuzhu clans. After the sharp blade was broken, everyone no longer had any thoughts, and was shocked by Luo Qiaoli's previous brutal killing methods, and there was a sudden chaos.

Many people were either ready to flee, or to give up, or to kneel down and beg for mercy, and they no longer had the aura of revenge they had before.

Seeing that the situation was going to be chaotic, Mozi took out a wooden whistle and blew it vigorously. Those Mozi who had been standing with swords and wearing leather armor heard the order and moved.

A group of ten people rushed forward in preparation for the tactics of counterattack at the city gate, and immediately stabbed and knocked down more than ten people.

The villagers led by Gao Sunzi, Mo Chengzi and others also rushed in quickly, blocking these people from the crowd.

Those Mohists who specialize in guarding the city gates are all trained to fight against soldiers and armored doctors, and they are the most obedient to death. How can these ordinary warriors be their opponents.

If the city gate is broken, the most fearful thing is to retreat after death, so whenever the city gate is broken, the first to enter the city gate must be the relatives and nobles of the attacking side.

Mozi thought hard about a good strategy, created a dense array of armor-piercing short swords, and trained more than a hundred Momen who were specially used to counterattack at the city gate, which can be used in thousands of battles, not to mention these chaotic enemies?

Although there is no shield in hand, the formation is still densely packed in groups of ten people, just like when guarding a city gate, regardless of the flanks, they launch an impact twenty steps away, trampling, ramming and assassinating those who are chaotically trying to escape, and strike fiercely and decisively.

The big clan didn't know what the Mohists wanted to do, they thought they were going to kill people, and the dead soldiers around them were also ready to fight to the death, but where were the opponents who were really fighting against the dead? That woman had never seen such a scene before, and she was terrified, and she had already lost her size.

Mozi had long wanted to do something, but he was just waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity for the people in the distance to cheer for Luo Xiaoli's murder.

Now that the right flank has completed the encirclement on the back of the people's hearts, the enemy and the enemy here are tired and afraid of defending and counterattacking, and it is the right time.

What he was waiting for was righteousness, not just waiting for these people's fear and panic.

You can kill if there is chaos, and you can kill if there is no chaos, but when killing, he cares whether the people are cheering or angry.

Previously, the secret order had already made those armored and ink-painted people who seemed to be scattered all around quietly gather here, and the encirclement had been completed, and these people had been separated from the public, but there was only one escape route left behind by the encirclement. .

With the momentum already in place, without any hesitation, he blew the wooden whistle again, and shouted: "Today we only punish adulterous priests, sacrifices to living people, collecting money, and deceiving ghosts and gods! It has nothing to do with others! Anyone who disturbs will be killed!"

He first explained the truth and then threatened death. Those who held swords and inks shouted in unison: "Today we only punish obscene priests, offering sacrifices to living people, collecting money, and deceiving ghosts and gods! It has nothing to do with others! ,cut!"

More than a hundred Mohists who quietly gathered around shouted, immediately frightening the people who were about to move.Gao Sunzi led the villagers to stabilize the nearby people, and the people in the distance could wait for someone to persuade them to be stable, but ten thousand people were not in chaos.

(End of this chapter)