the enlightener says

Since the founding of Mohism, every winter break, when all things are dormant, the court will plan the gains and losses of the past year, and pre-determine a national policy for the next year. This is the Great Court Meeting.

Compared with previous years, the situation of the Mohists this year is obviously more complicated. Whether it is the Confucian faction or the Legalist faction, they have already smelled a message from the giant's constant testing-the reform is imperative.

However, it is still unknown which giant will be the main one, and how the Mohist power center will change in the future.

"Xuan Baiguan enters the palace to discuss state affairs together!"

The Mohists have neither the harem system nor the eunuch system, so when the Great Court is opened, the person who announces loudly outside the door is a Mohist dressed in pitch-black clothes, his voice is majestic and resolute, and there is such a slight taste of iron and blood.

A single person's voice can spread far and wide. It seems that this Mohist's cultivation is not bad, at least he should have the realm of a small master.

So all the officials bowed their heads slightly, climbed the steps one after another, and walked towards the main hall.

The main hall of the organ city was rebuilt from the main hall of the former royal palace. It is [-] feet wide and [-] feet deep. Looking up, it almost towers into the sky. Farmers... all the families from Jishang Academy will gather together on this day.

Their footsteps are brisk, old, or steady, but they all abide by a rule, and they keep going up and forward along the fixed path together.

The bright copper lamps and candles illuminated the hall, and reflected on the faces of everyone who entered the hall. Everyone sat down one after another, and those who stood still held their positions, lowering their heads slightly, showing a humble attitude, But they also maintain that "potential" that no one can ignore.

Sitting behind the deepest table, the giant of the Mohist family has deep eyes, long breath, neatly tied silver beard and hair, no gorgeous decorations on the crown, only a sense of antiquity, making people feel that he has been sitting there for a long time.

The great son of the Mohist family is surnamed Mo.

This sounds like nonsense, but in fact it is not nonsense, because the Mohist family has never been passed down by surname, and the Mohist surname is only a small ethnic group in the Mohist family, with a declining population, far less powerful than the nobles of the Li family in the Tang Kingdom.

But he still sat in this position for many years, and experienced countless things in his life: the struggle between the Mohists and the coalition forces of other countries, the struggle between the Mohists and the Tang Kingdom, and then the sea rose like a new star, and then the Tang Kingdom went south, and Jing Wu defeated the Tang Kingdom. While establishing his own status, he also began to form an alliance with the Mohists, and now the Allied Forces of the Canghai Tang Kingdom are aggressively invading...

Throughout the long journey, the giant has remained the giant, nothing has changed.

It's just that the Mohist giant sighed deeply. He felt that his seemingly strong body had inevitably shown signs of aging early in the morning, just like his white beard and hair.

"I'm 120 years old this year."

"The world is all white, but I am alone black."

"Now that I'm old and my beard and hair are all white, this blackness...who should continue to stick to it?" Mo Di said to himself, his eyes were far away, as if he had penetrated through the hundreds of schools of thought in the hall, and looked down at him. The majesty of all beings.

"present!"

As Mo Zhe, who was holding the sword hilt tightly with one hand, stopped drinking, everyone in the entire hall stood up. Mr. Zhong and Dr. Shang were respectively in front of their own desks, their eyes met slightly, and then moved away at the same time. Looking at the most central seat, he bowed his hands and said: "The giant is above, and the world will rule!"

For the Mohists, the Juzi is not an emperor, let alone a prince, but an academic leader. Naturally, there is no need to talk about "a thousand years without a future" or "long live, long live", instead of "the world must be governed". Four words.

This sentence was said by the first generation of Mohist giants. The original text is "The righteous are above, and the world must be ruled." Now the first four words are hidden, in fact, to remind the Mohist giants to always remember the meaning of this sentence.

If the superior has no morals, then don't say that the world will be governed, even a county or a county may be difficult to maintain.

After a while, the Mohist giant finally said calmly: "In order to govern the world, virtue must be first and the virtuous should be promoted. Please excuse me."

Then everyone slowly lowered their hands, leveled their bodies, and watched the Mohist giant quietly.

The voice of the Mohist giant was not very loud in the hall, even a little hoarse, but it was just enough for everyone to hear clearly: "This year's grand court meeting, everyone can speak freely and discuss the affairs of our country. If I have Any mistakes can be pointed out in person in the hall, don't worry about hurting my face. But if a villain utters slander, speaks words that harm the country, and the pioneers of the Mohist family are here, I will not tolerate it, just sit down."

"Yes!"

At this time, the officials who were qualified to sit slowly sat down, and then attendants filed in from both sides of the hall and began to pour wine for all the officials one by one. More than ten years, retrospecting the brewing time, it should be a sacrificial wine brewed by the former court.

It is only on occasions like the Great Court Meeting that such a rare good wine will be used.

As the mud seal of a jar of fine wine was opened, the strong aroma of the wine filled the entire hall in an instant, and even some courtiers who didn't pay much attention to political affairs showed smiles on their faces at this time.

Lu Fuzi is one of them.

He has never been involved in political affairs very much. Only these fine wines can really make him feel that this trip is worthwhile for this cumbersome etiquette and long court meeting.

The wine in the wine bar was undulating in his shaking hands, reflecting his child-like fresh smile, then he turned his head and smiled slightly: "Let me tell you, compared with this baron, when we were in Guanquelou The drink was worth nothing."

Sitting next to him was Gao Changgong in a light-colored robe. The fire in the hall was warm, so he took off the outer cloak, and the candlelight shone on his face, as if coating his delicate and handsome face with a layer of sparkle. golden.

Hearing Master Lu's words, the corners of Gao Changgong's mouth couldn't help curling up, and he smiled softly: "Look at your talent, anyway, you are one of the few chief instructors, why does it look like you are going to the kitchen now?" The thief who steals wine is too stingy."

"Atmosphere is what you people who walk in big winds and waves have. I am a doctor, so I am naturally stingy. Otherwise, how can I bargain with Lord Yan and bring you back from the gate of hell?" Master Lu sneered: "You are now To be able to sit here and talk, you have to thank me for my hard work these days, hiss...see what you mean...you don't care about the wine, why don't you just give it to me, I just don't think it's enough. "

As he said that, he stretched out his hand to Gao Changgong's case.

However, Gao Changgong grabbed his own wine cup, and said angrily like a hen guarding its cubs: "How can you be such a rambunctious person? This is obviously my wine, so why did I give it to you? Abu, do you think he is Rely on the old and sell the old?"

Abu, who was standing behind Gao Changgong, was obviously a little helpless. He became numb after seeing the dispute between the two elders in front of him for the past few days, and gradually began to use some vague and perfunctory tricks, and said with a naive smile: "Chang Gong Brother, your body is still important..."

"Don't bring me to your Jingwu's doll, he is a junior, and he doesn't hold a wine cup in his hand." Master Lu looked dissatisfied, and hummed: "What did you say before? I am Jishang Academy Chief Instructor, you need to be bold, but you, General Jing Wu, are no more generous than me, Chief Instructor, what's the matter, I'm an old man, and I'm your savior, so I can't be your noble wine?"

"Come on, old man? I'm afraid that in a few years, your grandson will look older than you... Besides, a savior is a savior, and drinking is drinking. The two things should not be confused." Gao Changgong spoke convincingly , "For more than 150 years of good wine in the court, you Mo family are the only ones who are blessed in this life. Anyway, you drink it every year, and I only drink it once, so don't steal it from me."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't wait to take a sip, feeling the strong taste of the wine like a warm current flowing down his stomach, he couldn't help sighing in satisfaction, and laughed: "It's really good wine, it is worthy of inheriting the old style of the previous dynasty. The Mo family, I guess your first-generation tycoon should also be an old alcoholic..."

This is of course a joke, and the people of Lu Yue didn't take it seriously, but said helplessly: "Your stinky mouth, which is open and unstoppable, I think, only what Jing Wu said can shut your mouth. "

Gao Changgong raised his eyebrows, he was actually a little proud, and said with a smile: "I don't feel ashamed at all, I really can't find a few people in the whole world who can be more treacherous than that sick man, I lost to him, hehe , It is an honor to be defeated."

Mentioning Zhuge Wanling, Master Lu's expression changed a little, his brows frowned, and he leaned over and asked softly, "Since... since then, has he gotten better?"

Gao Changgong withdrew his smile, sighed and shook his head and said, "No, I can only say... It will take a day to count. You said that if he can make up for the missing part, the disease will be cured in an instant, but How can it be so easy to find the things you mentioned? Just the Wannian Ice Soul in the extreme north is a big problem. Let alone how many people in this world have seen it, you have never seen it? Is it true? Is there no other better way?"

Mrs. Lu shook his head, with a disappointed expression on his face, and regretfully said: "If it is possible, I hope to have it. As a doctor, I will naturally not keep my secrets in such matters, but his illness... is not so much a disease as it is a disease." It is said that it is caused by destiny... If a person is sick, as long as he finds the right medicine stone, there is always a possibility of recovery, but if a person lacks destiny, what can he use to make up for it?"

Chapter 626 The Giant's Guilt

While the two were whispering, the Grand Court Meeting had already begun, and the Mohist giant kept looking at Gao Changgong and Lu Yueren. Seeing the harmony between the two, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"General Gao, I don't know what interesting things you and Mrs. Lu are talking about, can you let me and Baijia listen too?" the giant of the Mo family smiled lightly.

This sentence was not loud, but Master Lu suddenly shook his whole body, and then he straightened his back. Obviously, he is also a teacher of the older generation, but at this moment, he looks like a student who has just entered the teacher's school, full of humility.

Gao Changgong rolled his eyes, thinking that you just talked about me, now you have bumped into someone who can cure you...

After thinking about it, he still stood up slowly, and walked onto the precious carpet painted with cloud patterns.

He cupped his hands slightly, but he didn't intend to make any big salutes. After all, he was not a courtier of the Mohist family. Standing behind him was Jing Wu from the south of the Yangtze River. Now that he had stepped into this hall, he was Jing Wu's envoy. The one who spoke out for Jing Wu and Zhuge Wanling.

In fact, the dialogue between the Mo family and Jing Wu seemed lacklustre. The reason why Gao Changgong was invited into the palace this time was to express his gratitude to Jing Wu and offer some "rewards".

In addition to receiving these gold and silver treasures, the Mohist giant naturally mentioned the issue of the Jingwu garrison in Xingzhou and other places. After all, although the Mohist and Jingwu are allies, it is impossible to keep their own territory. Leave it to Jing Wu to guard.

Gao Changgong naturally knew it well, and answered the Mohist giant's question very concisely and clearly: "Our army has made arrangements for the garrison in Xingzhou. The lord of the country has a word of faith. If the Mohist border is stabilized, you don't have to stay for a long time and lead the army. You can just return to the country. This time, I, Jing Wu, are out for the safety of our allies, and have no intention of encroaching on an inch of the Mo family's land, please rest assured."

"That's good." Of course, the giant of the Mohists knew that the "words of the king" in Gao Changgong's mouth were the words of Zhuge Wanling, so he didn't try to expose them. Heart, the general is unparalleled in power and worthy of my honor."

"Don't dare." Gao Changgong knew that Master Zhong should have told the Mohist master about his situation, but the Mohist master remained calm, as expected, he was a person who valued love and righteousness.

This is also one of the reasons why Gao Changgong dared to come to Jicheng to seek medical treatment. Now he is equivalent to a target that everyone can bully. With his weak status, any practitioner with a little cultivation can easily bring him No small threat.

Naturally, the Mohists don't hope that Jingwu will really have another Martial God in the future, but in Jicheng, they don't have to worry about safety issues. With the magnanimity and broad-mindedness of the Mohist giants, they will never do such low-handed actions.

After Yijue finished his drink, Gao Changgong retreated to his couch, and then the grand court meeting gradually changed from its original solemnity to noisy.

Among the four kingdoms in the world, in terms of the size of the army, Mohism deserves to be the number one. For many years, it has resisted the double attack of Canghai and Tang, and now it is still invincible in the coalition of the two countries. This can be seen.

If it was Jing Wu instead, I am afraid that it is already in jeopardy now, and maybe even the country is ruined and the family is destroyed.

But when it comes to internal affairs, the Mohist school is the most chaotic one among the four countries in the world. Its enfeoffment is in parallel with the prefectures and counties. Although it has been peaceful for many years, it is gradually showing signs of instability and decline. At present, even the internal fighting in the court has turned from the undercurrent to the open fighting among various families, which has affected the implementation and implementation of national policies, big and small.

Although the giant of the Mo family is old, he is by no means faint. Of course, he has seen the great hidden danger behind it. However, he has been fighting for so many years. He can only choose to stabilize the court and suppress the reform as much as possible. But today, the reform is clearly on the way. must do...

Therefore, from the beginning of this grand court meeting, Baijiajun has already smelled an unusual smell. In the entire hall, the voice of the giant is constantly echoing, like the lingering smoke in the incense burner.

"...My Mohist family is now in a corrupt state, and the government orders are unreasonable. I lost two battles with Tang Guocanghai, all because I hesitated and couldn't make up my mind." The eyes of the Mohist giant seemed to penetrate the entire hall, seeing the crowd The flames of war on the ground and those displaced people showed a slight smile, but it didn't make people feel that he was happy, but made people deeply feel a kind of painful introspection.

In the calmest tone, he said: "Today, I will read the Edict of Guilt, and spread it to the world, so as to comfort the people of the Mohist family."

As soon as the words fell, the officials were already in an uproar.

The courtiers didn't seem to have thought that the giant would make such a decision. Anyway, the more high-ranking people in this world, the more far-reaching the impact when they blame themselves, and even cause a series of consequences afterwards. control.

And the sinful edict...

This is tantamount to smearing dirt on himself by the giant himself. In the future, when the official historian writes, he will also record the cause and effect of this matter truthfully.

Master Zhong's expression changed when he heard this, and he immediately stood up and cupped his hands, "Great son..."

But the giant waved his hand and said, "Master Zhong, hold off on speaking."

Master Zhong stayed where he was for a while, not knowing whether he should say or not, so he could only stare at Juzi blankly, as if he was in a daze.

But perhaps it was God's will, even though Master Zhong had shut his mouth, the edict was still not promulgated smoothly, because at this moment, for some reason, the floor... no, it should be said that the whole hall suddenly shook one time!

If there is any way to describe the situation in the hall, it would be like the glass of wine held flat in the hands of the courtiers. With the violent trembling from nowhere, the wine inside also caused waves, hitting the wine bar Splashes splashed out on the inner wall of the cup, and some even shot out the entire bar.

There are not all practitioners in the hall, and there are very few people who can not even move like Master Zhong or the giants of the Mohist school. Many courtiers staggered and fell because of the sudden tremor. On the ground, the wine jugs in the hands of many people fell to the ground, and for a while, the fragrant wine flowed all over the ground.

"what happened!"

"earthquake?"

"Earthquake shouldn't just be a shock, and just now... Ouch, it almost broke my waist."

"Could it be that something has collapsed..."

The whole hall lost its original solemnity. In such a sudden change, many people even began to think about fleeing at the gate of the hall, but since the beginning of the Great Court Meeting, the gate has been tightly locked, even if they knock hard, It is impossible to shake the slightest.

Abu also seemed a little flustered at the moment, and quickly put down the wine bar that was almost knocked over in his hand, frowned and looked at Gao Changgong and said, "Brother Chang Gong, it seems that this place is not safe."

Gao Changgong, who was sitting on the seat, still looked indifferent, and even his drinking movements were stable as usual. It is hard to believe that he can't use his energy and blood at all now, so how did he stabilize under the violent vibration just now? Sit still?

There is no answer, and Abu has no time to think and delve into it.

"Abu, don't panic. Do you still remember what I taught you?" Gao Changgong looked at the wine glass and the crystal liquid that fell on the floor, clicked his tongue twice, and shook his head regretfully, "It's a pity for this good wine."

Abu calmed down slowly, with a little shame on his face, and said in a low voice: "Yes... Brother Chang Gong, you said that as a general, you want Mount Tai to collapse in front of you without changing your color..."

Lu Yueren laughed and said: "Come on, you Chang Gong brother likes to show off, what does not change color, if you have his cultivation level, naturally you will not change color when you encounter anything, now you are just a Young people, why hide a little panic when things happen? It's just human nature."

Gao Changgong looked at Lu Yueren helplessly, and said, "Can you stop dismantling my platform every time? I'm here to teach children. You're fine. I don't know how you got into it like this. The chief teacher who is a teacher by example..."

Seeing that the two can still quarrel with each other at such a time, Abu is really relieved, and at the same time admires the mentality of the two even more.

Suddenly, the giant's angry voice echoed in the chaotic hall, surging people's hearts like a tidal wave: "Don't panic, gentlemen! General Jing Wu is still in the hall. How can you lose your composure?"

Chapter 627 Insane City

The giant of the Mohist family had accumulated a lot of prestige, and all the officials calmed down quickly amidst this low shout, and they all stopped and turned their heads. Thinking of their panic just now, they all blushed with shame—how could their own giant sit firmly on Mount Tai, as a courtier? The chaos has reached this point, and it really loses the face of the country.

And when they noticed that the officials standing behind Doctor Shang and Master Zhong had awe-inspiring faces and remained motionless, they were also in awe.

At this time, the hall let out another roar, as if something was cracking underground, the violent vibration made the whole hall shake up and down, and the heavy copper lamp flame flickered suddenly, as if it was frightened by this strange vibration.

But all the officials and ministers seem to be much more stable at this time, no one is evading in a hurry, and no one plans to escape. Instead, under the shouts of some people, everyone began to return to their original positions. Find your own wine bar, or stand or sit, and once again create the momentum that the Grand Court should have.

No one knows what caused these shocks, and whether the hall that has gone through nearly a thousand years of vicissitudes will collapse under such shocks. At this moment, everyone is no longer afraid of danger, and can even face death calmly at any time.

Everyone respectfully waited for Juzi's next speech.

It is difficult for any country in this world to be so fearless in the face of danger. This is the character of Jishang Academy that has accumulated for a hundred years.

When the tyrant of the previous dynasty was in power, the students of Jishang Academy stood above the court. Even though the tyrant was furious and killed or injured hundreds of people, he still dared to speak out.

The aura of seeing death as home has not completely dissipated until today. Those heroic spirits who would rather die than surrender seem to be lingering in the hall at this moment, adding a lot of courage to everyone.

The heavy door of the main hall was slowly opened, and several Mohists hurried in from the outside of the main hall, walked along the carpet all the way to the bottom of the steps, knelt down on one knee at a distance of several feet, and calmly reported: "The giant .”

The giant stared at the smoke floating from the incense burner, and said softly: "Did something happen to the organ city?"

A Mohist leader replied in a deep voice: "Yes, Juzi. For some reason, the wheel of heavenly secrets stopped running suddenly. There seems to be a mechanism damaged inside the mechanism city. The commander of the imperial army has brought people to check it, but... Speaking of mechanism skills, I'm afraid they won't be of much help."

"I see." Juzi nodded, probably understood the meaning of Mo Zhe's words, and then raised his voice slightly, "Shen Li."

An old man with long beard slowly got up from behind the desk, walked to the carpet and bowed to the giant, "Teacher, the student is here."

"This is Mrs. Shen...he looks older, but he is Juzi's chief direct disciple. He is in charge of most of Mo's affairs..." Lu Yueren saw Abu's slightly surprised expression, explained aside.

Abu nodded. Of course he had heard the name of Mr. Shen when he was studying in the Imperial Academy. He knew that not only did he lead many Mohists, but he was also the head teacher of Mohism after Gongshu Pan and the giant Mo Di.

The giant stared at his student, saw his old cheeks reflected by the candlelight, and was a little absent-minded for a moment.

That's right... the chief disciple is already so old, has he sat in this position for too long?It's been so long that your eyes are dim, and you gradually can't see the general trend of the world?

"Shenli." The giant's voice became softer, "The imperial army doesn't know how to use tricks. As the chief instructor of tricks, you should be responsible for the affairs of the trick city. Take your students quickly, and come back in an hour. I."

"Yes." Shenli knelt down respectfully, her wide sleeves fluttering with his respectful etiquette.

When he knelt down, he was like an old tree that had experienced a hundred years of wind and frost and was overwhelmed. But once he stood up, he was like a re-sharpened sword, ready to show its edge at any time. After calling more than ten names, the group walked out of the hall quickly.

Master Zhong and Dr. Shang looked at each other at this moment, and they frowned slightly, as if they smelled an unusual aura. They always felt that the vibration was strange, and it was not just as simple as something wrong with the mechanism.

Thinking of a certain possibility, Master Zhong opened his mouth softly and uttered three words with his mouth. Almost at the same time as he uttered the last word, Doctor Shang's eyes sharpened immediately, as if a sharp knife was showing its edge.