Blue and White Society

  Chapter 305 Mo Fang

  Mo Poor finally chose a sharp-tailed swift. The legend of the wooden kite is not a joke, it can really fly.

  As Mo Poor's first wooden armored beast, Mo Poor was very caring. He bought the best wood and designed the wooden armored body for Swift himself.

  The only thing that can be driven is wood, but it doesn't mean that metal cannot be inserted into the wooden armor, just like the wooden armor man wears bronze armor. Metal can't be directly driven, but it can be driven by wood.

  Modern mechanics are much stronger than ancient Mohist schools. Even if only wood is used, very complex mechanisms can be made.

  Mo Poor's swift has a strong jumping ability, and a body that is very suitable for gliding and sprinting, and it is also very flexible in turning. The shortcoming is naturally strength.

  Mo Poor doesn't care about power. After all, if you want destructive power, wouldn't hot weapons be better?

  Mo Poor pays more attention to flexibility, and pays attention to making the wooden armor swallow move like his arms, just like his flying sword.

  During the period, Lord Gou gave Mo Poor another two days off to say goodbye to his family.

  You must know that you won’t have much time to go home after that, and it’s hard to come by if you still want to do tasks near your home.

   Master Gou himself hasn’t been home for two years.

  Mo Poor is also saving money. He has already negotiated with his family that he will work outside in the future and may not come back for a year or two. The old man was reasonable and just urged him to talk about friends quickly.

  Mo Poor didn't say anything about this, thinking that one day he would find a colleague to make do with it?

  One day, Mo Poor was chatting nonsense with his father at home, when suddenly a group of people came outside the door.

  There were policemen and plainclothes, including the village head, who also accompanied him.

   "This is it." The village head smiled.

  The policemen nodded and showed their ID to the old man. Mo Poor went up to see that there was no problem with the ID.

  Seeing the policeman, he said, "Which one is Mo Qiao?"

  Mo Qiao is Mo Poor's father, Mo Poor is puzzled, what is he thinking? Dad made a mistake?

   "I am, what can I do?" Dad is a very honest person, a little nervous.

   "Don't be nervous, just to understand the situation, we checked the information in the village, your family has lived here since the Qing Dynasty, right?" the policeman asked.

   "Not only that, they lived here in the Ming Dynasty." The old man said.

   "Is there a family tree?" a plainclothes asked.

  father nodded and said: "Yes."

  Mo Poor said from the side: "You always have to talk about what you do?"

   "Just looking for one thing." The policeman said.

   "What?" Mo Poor asked.

  The plainclothes took out a picture with a ninth-order Rubik's Cube printed on it, but it was all black.

"do you know it?"

   "I don't know." Mo Poor frowned and said, "How can there be a Rubik's cube with six sides of the same color?"

  The plainclothes was a little disappointed. At this time, the father came with the family tree, and several people gathered around to look at it.

   "Is it only in Yongle year? Will you settle here earlier?" Several policemen were a little disappointed.

   "I don't know about that." The old man shook his head and said.

A few people hummed and were about to say goodbye. At this time, the plainclothes stared at the family tree and said suddenly: "Wait a minute, it says that the first generation ancestor is called Mo Hua, and the second generation ancestor is called Mo Scythe. I started to use the Confucian principles of filial piety, benevolence, propriety, righteousness, and trustworthiness, why?"

   "Huh? How would I know this? Maybe there were scholars during that time?" the old man said in confusion.

  Things so long ago can only be guessed. Although it shows that after the end of the year, they were all farmers, but there must have been people who studied and became officials earlier.

  Maybe Mo Hua is still from a poor family, but let his son Mo Lian study and become a talent, and the poems and books will naturally be passed down from generation to generation. It’s just that at the beginning of the late Ming Dynasty, they may have encountered difficulties again, leaving only such a small branch as farmers to continue.

  The plainclothes opened the picture and asked, "Do you know this Rubik's Cube? All six sides are the same color."

   "Black on all sides?" Dad was startled.

   "You know?" Plainclothes was excited.

  Mo Poor also looked at his father in surprise.

  The old man nodded and said: "I haven't seen it, but I heard from the older generation that the six sides of the Rubik's Cube are black. I still have a deep impression. It was indeed passed down very early."

   "Where is it!" the plainclothes asked hurriedly.

   "It's long gone, right? I just heard from my grandfather." The old man guessed.

  Hearing this, Mo Poor came back to his senses a little bit, this posture didn't seem like he was looking for ordinary things.

   "What is this Rubik's Cube? What are you looking for it for?" Mo Poor asked.

  The police said: "Sorry, this case involves a lot, we can't say it, please cooperate."

  Mo Qiong smiled without saying a word.

  The village head also smiled and said: "Mo Poor, this is a big deal, let's not ask more questions, old Mo, think about it, where is this thing, if you can find it, there are hundreds of thousands of clues."

  The old man said in a daze: "This thing is made of wood, and it is not worth much. Maybe it was burned as firewood, or brought into the coffin by some generation?"

   "What!" The plainclothes frowned, held his father's shoulders and said, "You can't burn it! Where is your ancestral grave?"

   Mo Poor frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Wait a minute! Do you want to dig your ancestor's grave?"

   As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pinched the wrist of the plainclothes, with a little force, the plainclothes hand went numb, and he couldn't help letting go of his father.

  The plainclothes was shocked, and instinctively poked Mo Poor's waist with the other hand.

  Mo Qiong curled his lips, and directly used the technique of the Lanbaishe to break the world's capture, easily numb his hands, twisted around, and pressed his body so that he could not move.

The plainclothes was caught in an instant, and several policemen were shocked. This man was a commissioner sent by his superiors. He was very skilled, especially good at capturing and fighting. There was no armed policeman in the city who could fight him. Poor won.

   "What are you doing!" The village chief was anxious.

  Papa also hurriedly grabbed Mo Poor and said, "Don't mess around!"

  Mo Qiong let go of his hand with a smile and said, "It's okay, he won't mind if he made a move."

   "Who said you don't mind?" The plainclothes were loosened, and he quickly stepped back three steps, staring at Mo Poor with burning eyes.

   "This item is related to state secrets, and the matter is of great importance. We will definitely make compensation afterwards. You are hiding it well. It is not stated in the file that you have learned martial arts! And the one who can beat me is not an ordinary person."

   Mo Poor pouted, took out his phone and showed him the screen saver.

  With just one glance, the plainclothes was stunned, only to see that the background of the screen saver was blue and white eyes, and there was a sentence underneath: Do you want to pray for the salvation of the gods?

  The plainclothes mouth twitched and said, "Can you show me?"

  Mo Poor gave him the phone, and after a while, the plainclothes unlocked the lock screen, because the password was exactly: Humans opened their eyes.

  He couldn't laugh or cry: "I don't mind, we just played tricks."

   Several policemen whispered: "What's going on? He threatened you? Want to arrest him?"

  The plainclothes hurriedly whispered: "No, no, he is also a special agent. I will chat with him alone."

   "Oh, oh, good." Several policemen immediately stopped asking.

  Mo Poor smiled and said, "Everyone sit down and drink tea, Dad, I'll ask about the situation."

   As he spoke, he walked into the room with plainclothes.

As soon as he entered the plainclothes, he smiled and said: "My own person, I am performing official duties. I didn't expect to find your house. I didn't check your file deeply. I didn't expect it to be fake. It belongs to the Ministry of Security of our country, which one do you care about?" ?”

   "I'm from the Containment Department." Mo Poor said.

   "..." The plainclothes was stunned, the Containment Department meant a formal member.

  He then breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm going to say it! How can I be beaten by one move? I almost doubt that I have practiced for nothing for so many years! The cheats of Limit Island? The essence of human fighting! Two million, teach me."

   "I'll talk about it later, what's going on? Is that Rubik's Cube a containment object?" Mo Poor asked.

The plainclothes said: "No, it is a token of the descendants of the Mo family giant. If it is passed on, the holder should be named Mo. We checked all the people named Mo, and finally ruled out most of them, and locked a few targets. One is your home."

  Mo Poor grinned and said, "Damn it, Mo Li's descendants? My family?"

"you know?"

  Mo Poor rolled his eyes and said, "Of course I know...the underground palace of the Mohist family was copied by me..."

   "..." The plainclothes was stunned. It was a coincidence that the descendants of the Mo family copied the ancestor's nest? In the end, he was ordered to find the Rubik's Cube of the descendants of the Mo family, and he might plan to dig the grave of the Mo poor family's ancestors.

  Mo Qiong is also speechless, there are so many people with the surname Mo in the world, why is it their family.

  But then the plainclothes excitedly said: "This is actually better! You are a member, so you don't have to lie to others and find members to pretend to be fake!"

   "Uh, the Mujia people in Mogong are all done in one pot, so why are you looking for descendants?" Mo Poor asked.

  The plainclothes immediately explained, and Mo Poor quickly understood.

  The group of mujia people raised at the Taishan base, although they were treated with courtesy, all of them had elm heads, and it was unreasonable to die.

  Zhu Rongzhi's feather is fine, at worst, go to Lop Nur to search the world.

   What about other containment objects? Although the Mo family only has seven containment objects, they have actually seen more than that, and there must be some that are helpless.

  Lanbaishe wants the Mohists to provide information and hand over those who can’t do anything to the Lanbaishe, but those elm heads are unwilling and do not cooperate at all.

  I only feel that the world is white and I am the only one who is black. The Mohist's containment is for the world, and it is harmful for others to get it. The Blue and White Society wanted to secretly change the concept into a solipsistic Blue and White, but they didn't admit it at all.

   This is rigid, and it is the limitation of the Mujia people.

So the higher-ups thought of a countermeasure, that is to select a new Mohist giant, and let the group of Mujia people pass on to him the duties and secrets that have been guarded for a lifetime, so that the giant is a reasonable and legal receiver in Yumu's head .

  This is actually taking the Mujiaren’s mind as a characteristic of the container to attack: Aren’t you the only black man? Then can you tell your own people in the Mo family?

   Yes, those elm heads can recognize this.

  But the giants didn’t pass it on casually. The contemporary Mohists are all dead, and they won’t accept whoever the Lanbai Society asks for. There is only one possibility left.

  That is the descendant of Moli. Since the Song Dynasty, the Mojia lineage of Mohism has withered more and more, and later the giants have become single-handed positions.

   It was passed to Mo Li, and it was supposed to be given to his son Mo Si, but Mo Si ran away. In desperation, Mo Li had to block the underground palace, turned into a wooden armor, and stayed on Mount Tai forever.

  However, so many years have passed, and there are so many people with the surname Mo in the world, even if the Lanbai Society finds anyone with the surname Mo, the Mujia people will not recognize it.

  Currently there are only two features. One is that the ink plow lineage is named after tools, such as plow, plow, sickle, saw, etc.

   There is another token, which is the ninth-order Rubik's Cube.

  The Rubik's Cube was invented by Mo Zi, and it is an entry-level small work of the Mohist mechanism. Mo Li gave it to his son Mo Si back then.

  Its six sides are black, named "Mo Fang", which is the ancestor of all modern Rubik's Cubes.

  With this thing, the Lanbai Society can send someone to take over the position of the giant, and then tolerate the Mohists and let the group of Mujia people cooperate.

  The surname Mo is not too much, and it is not much less. With the energy of Lanbai Society, it is natural to find out the Moqiong family who lives at the foot of Mount Tai.

  Although Mo Si was from the Song Dynasty, the first ancestor of the Moqiong family was from the Ming Dynasty. However, the name Mohua was still in line with the naming habits, but later I learned Confucianism and did not pay attention to it.

  The plainclothes smiled and said: "At first, the superior only wanted to find the Mo family, and then discussed and decided that one person would pretend to be a descendant and inherit the Mo family."

   "I didn't expect the descendants to become members of the society, so there is no need to pretend, the superiors will definitely decide, and you will succeed the Mohist giant!"

  Mo Poor covered his face and said, "I think it's better to hire someone else... I copied the house of the Mo Palace with my own hands! How did I become a Mohist tycoon?"

   "No one is more suitable than you. You are not only a member of the club, but also the contemporary successor of the Mohist giant. If you are afraid of recognizing it, you will lose your face or transform!" Plainclothes laughed.

  …

   p.s: Sorry.

  (end of this chapter)