Invincible,Starts from Immortal Venerable Father

Jiang Cunliang envied for a moment, and then he wanted to go in.

But just then, a group of people suddenly came to the long street.

The appearance of this group of people calmed the originally noisy street, and then the crowd took the initiative to separate a road. Many people looked at this group of people with mixed curiosity and amazement.

Jiang Cunliang couldn't help looking around.

This is a group of men in black.

This is no surprise.

The key is that the black clothes worn by this group of people are extremely simple and even coarse linen. At the same time, they only wear a pair of straw sandals and carry a small package behind them. It is obvious that they have come a long way.

In spite of their simplicity, these people's eyes were bright, firm and calm, as if they were wearing the most beautiful clothes in the world.

When he saw these people, Jiang Cunliang was also stunned, and then he couldn't help shouting in a low voice.

"God, it's Mohism!"

It seemed that he heard his cry, and the man in black at the front turned to look at him.

Jiang Cunliang's whole body was stiff. He felt that his eyes were as hot as the noon sun, and there was no selfishness or desire. They were bright enough to make people dare not look directly at them.

But this feeling lasted only a moment, because then the man smiled at Jiang Cunliang, and then turned back and walked forward.

Jiang Cunliang stayed in place, his heart full of infinite shock.

Because he was once a child of a mixed family, he has now recognized the identity of the man smiling at himself.

It is mo Kong, the leader and leader of this term of Mohism, the 33rd generation giant of Mohism.

But he was such a prominent figure, but he smiled gently at himself, and he was wearing the same clothes and straw sandals as other disciples.

There was no difference except that he had a long dark sword around his waist.

How can this not shock Jiang Cunliang.

You should know that even if it is a miscellaneous family that has declined to the point of dying, as an ordinary disciple, Jiang Cunliang can't easily see the owner of the family. Even if he sees it, he has to worship three times and kowtow nine times.

But the more prominent Mohist giant was so easy-going.

Jiang Cunliang couldn't help falling into deep thinking.

At this time, under the gaze of the whole audience, this group of Mohist children came directly to the restaurant, but they didn't go in, but walked under the eaves of the corridor in a very orderly way.

"Sit down!"

Until the giant ordered, these Mohist children sat down against the wall in silence.

"Eat!"

From the giant to the ordinary children, they all took out a piece of burlap from their arms. When they opened it, there was a piece of steamed bread.

Then these people sat under the eaves of the corridor and silently chewed the steamed bread in their hands.

In the hall separated by a wall, there are a wide range of delicacies, and the aroma floats for many miles.

The Mohist children under the eaves outside ate the steamed bread happily, and everyone's face was full of happiness.

It's like the steamed bread in your hand is the best delicious in the world.

Such a strong contrast makes the onlookers on the street a little silly.

Someone couldn't help whispering.

"Before, I heard that the people of Mohism were noble in character and strict with themselves. They were not greedy for any material desires. Today, I've seen it!"

"But didn't the Mohist school never attend the hundred meetings? Why did it come this time?" Someone asked.

"Who knows, but it's estimated that the reason will not be so simple. Let's watch it. This hundred House conference is expected to be very lively!"

The crowd talked, but Jiang Cunliang looked at these Mohist children thoughtfully.

To tell you the truth, he was really shocked today.

He never thought of anyone who could live in such a simple to almost harsh way.

Especially from the highest tycoon to the most ordinary disciples, they are all treated the same.

This has cracked his world outlook.

Because he was a miscellaneous disciple, he was instilled with the idea that everything can be used for himself. As long as it is beneficial to himself, even his parents can sell it.

Over time, this thought of pulling out a hair and benefiting the world has long been deeply rooted in his mind. He even thinks that the world is like this, but some people hide it well.

He didn't know that people could still live like this until he met the Mohist school today.

Somehow, looking at these Mohist disciples eating dry steamed bread, he suddenly had some envy in his heart.

Because they may lack material desires, but what they practice is the way in their hearts.

This sense of happiness is self-evident.

Jiang Cunliang was sighing. He saw a middle-aged man dressed beautifully walking out of the restaurant.

The man came in front of these Mohist children in a few steps, and then gave a deep salute to the giant Mokong sitting in the middle.

"I don't know the arrival of the Mohist giant. It's too far to welcome. Damn it!"

Mo Kong smiled gently, "shopkeeper fan is polite. We didn't inform anyone here. Why do you need to welcome us?"

The visitor is not only the big shopkeeper of this restaurant, but also an outstanding figure in the business, fan Wuli.

As a merchant disciple who should pursue interests most, his name is Wuli, which is really ironic.

Fan Wuli smiled, then glanced at the steamed bread in their hands and immediately said, "I just told the cook to prepare the banquet. Please go to the hall!"

Mo Kong shook his head, "don't bother shopkeeper fan. We're used to eating this kind of steamed bread. We've already quit drinking and meat!"

"But..." This fan Wuli's face showed a look of embarrassment, and then took another look at the more and more onlookers gathered in the street.

So many people are watching. If he goes back like this, there may be some news tomorrow.

Some people will certainly ridicule themselves and businesses for pursuing profits too much, and sit and watch the Mohist school, which is one of the hundred schools, eating steamed bread outside the house.

It seems that he noticed the color on his face. The Mohist giant suddenly smiled and said to the left and right: "well, since shopkeeper fan sincerely invited us, let's go in and have a cup of tea!"

Fan Wuli was overjoyed. "Thank you, sir! Please! "

These Mohist disciples got up silently and lined up orderly into the hall.

Seeing this behind the scenes, Jiang Cunliang moved his eyes and immediately walked into the restaurant.

At the same time, on the Tianjie street not far from the restaurant, a woman looked at the back of the Mohist people in surprise and whispered.

"The Mohist school is here, too? Don't they never attend such parties? "

On one side, a short old man stroked his beard and smiled, "Xuannv is right, but I feel that these Mohist people must come for a reason!"

"After all, what these guys like ascetics are good at is to find out the danger in advance and eliminate it!"

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