Magic world

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Hearing Ito Cheng's words, Yan Ping couldn't help but feel shocked, with a look of surprise on his face. At the same time, he thought to himself: "Is it possible that this new Julu Lord is interested in my Mohist theory? I have to make good use of it, maybe I can Zhao Mo has completely become the pillar of the country!"

"I wonder what the Marquis wants to know?" Thinking of this, Yan Ping couldn't help but straighten his expression, straighten his body and said solemnly.

"Gun City." Ito Cheng said quietly.

"What!?" Yan Ping was shocked when he heard this, his expression changed drastically and he exclaimed.

Seeing the change in Yan Ping's expression, Ito Cheng couldn't help but realize that there was a machine city in the Mo family.

"I wonder where Mr. Hou got this name from." Yan Ping, who was in a state of confusion, asked anxiously.

"Judging from Yan Zi's appearance, the Moh family does have its own city?" Ito Cheng asked instead of answering Yan Ping's inquiry.

"...That's right. This city does appear in the records of our Mohist family." Yan Ping hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Then why don't we see you staying in the city, but the Mohists have become like this?" Ito Cheng said in surprise.

"This matter started when King Chu Mourning died more than a hundred years ago." Seeing that the words had been spoken, Yan Ping no longer concealed anything. He sighed and began to tell the story of the causes and consequences of the Mo family becoming what it is today.

"At that time, our Mohist family had a wealthy man named Meng Sheng. He was prominent in the Chu Kingdom and had a personal relationship with Lord Yangcheng. He promised to protect his territory. However, because of the killing of Wu Qi and the accidental destruction of King Chu's corpse, Lord Yangcheng and seven other More than ten families were all lost to the Lian clan. Although Lord Yangcheng escaped, the fiefdom was still taken over by King Su, which has already broken the promise that the prince made to Lord Yangcheng to protect the land. He died to express his ambition and fulfill the righteousness of the Mohist family."

"But he was afraid that he would be the best in the world, and he followed the advice of his disciple Xu Ruo, so he selected Tian Xiangzi from the Song Dynasty as the new tycoon, and sent three disciples to deliver the order to Yangcheng. Together with his disciples, he One hundred and eighty people went to the great cause together.”

Ito Cheng nodded slightly, indicating that he knew this.

"And the reason why things turned out to be like this was because of the disciples of the great master Tian Xiangzi. When the great master Tian Xiangzi was the master, he taught several famous disciples, among whom the famous one was Fuhuang Xiang (the two words are combined in one thought, Tun), Xu Ming, Zhao Jie, Yu and several others are all outstanding talents in the world, and each of them has the status of a giant. Although he was selected by the Tian giant afterwards, Huang Xiang was determined to be the next generation giant. But the root of the problem was hidden, and eventually When Fu Juzi died decades ago, there was civil strife. There were three people who gave birth to Split Mo, and they were divided into the three kingdoms of Chu, Qi and Zhao. They are the current Chu Mo, Qi Mo and Zhao Mo."

"But before the separation, in order to prevent the Holy Land from being polluted by other clans, the leaders of the three Mo clans all agreed to leave the city and lock the Taoist gates. Each of them held the plan and banned it, and agreed to wait until the Mo clan reunited. Only then could the Holy City be reopened. .”

"After so many decades, as the old people gradually passed away. Although the name of the government city is still spread among our Mo family, we can no longer remember exactly where the holy city is." In the end, Yan Ping looked regretful and kind. He sighed unwillingly.

"So that's it." Ito Cheng said suddenly.

"Please also tell me, Master Hou, where did Master Hou get the name of the city?" Yan Ping asked solemnly, shaken.

"In a roll of ancient silk." Ito Cheng said quietly.

"I wonder where the ancient silk is?" Yan Ping asked anxiously, his expression slightly twitching.

"Someone missed it and was caught in the fire." Ito Cheng replied casually.

"Then... I wonder if Mr. Hou still remembers the contents of the silk?" Yan Ping twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and asked again helplessly.

"What? See what Yan Zi means, do you want me to write it down for you?" Ito Cheng sneered.

"If Lord Marquis does it, I, Zhao Mo, will be extremely grateful, and I will act in respect of Lord Marquis' orders." Yan Ping leaned down and knelt down in the tunnel.

It seems that no matter how motivated he is by interests, Yan Ping, the leader of Zhao Mo, has an extremely firm belief in the Mo family.

"I have indeed forgotten the content uploaded by the ancient silk, but I have a piece of information that I can tell you. I wonder if Yan Zi is willing to listen?" Ito Cheng said in a calm voice, who slightly changed his view of Yan Ping.

"Master Hou, please speak." Yan Ping straightened up with a face full of disappointment and said indifferently.

"The great emperor of the Mohist family has been born." Ito Cheng said quietly.

As soon as these words came out, Yan Ping's eyes immediately lit up and he stared at Ito Cheng with burning eyes.

Regarding the whereabouts of Ju Ziling, Yan Ping naturally knew that it was in the hands of his fellow senior brother Yuan Zong, but Yuan Zong had been captured and killed by him. He searched his body but could not find Ju Zi. Just an order. And it is obvious that this new Julu Marquis with unknown origin knows the true whereabouts of Ju Ziling.

"That man should still be in the middle of nowhere, and it will take another two months and three months to reach Handan. Yan Zi, you can order your disciples to guard the four gates at this time, and pay attention to a strong man who calls himself Xiang Shaolong, the great son of Yuan Zong. The order is on him." Ito Cheng smiled slightly and said softly.

"Thank you, Lord Marquis, for informing me. I am grateful to Zhao Mo in my lifetime. If everything goes well, Zhao Mo and I are willing to share weal and woe with Lord Marquis and help." Yan Ping straightened his expression and straightened up to report the boxing.

This sounds nice, but the key lies in the sentence 'things will go well'. If everything goes well, Yan Ping will naturally get in touch with Ito Cheng. After all, the Juzi Ling incident involves the Three Kingdoms, and there are many places where the help of Ito Cheng, the Juluhou, is needed. But if it fails, then Yan Ping will have to worry about it. It's all about Xiang Shaolong and Ju Ziling. Although the contact with Ito Cheng won't be broken, the closeness may become a lot more distant.

"Easy to say." Ito Cheng, who fully understood the meaning of Yan Ping's words, chuckled.

"Ping has something else to do, so I won't disturb Master Hou for his rest. I'll take my leave." Yan Ping, whose thoughts were mostly focused on Ju Ziling and Xiang Shaolong, stood up and saluted.

"Xiaoyu, go and see Yanzi off." Ito Cheng, who was sitting high on the throne, ordered quietly.

"Yes, Lord Marquis." Xiaoyu, one of the eight maids, stepped out from the side and responded in a low voice.

"Please, Yan Zi." Xiaoyu said.

Yan Ping nodded slightly to the maid Xiaoyu, and followed Xiaoyu outside the house. But at this time. A loud noise came faintly from outside the house.

"Let me in, I want to see Juluhou!" came a slightly childish male voice.

"Julu Hou, you can see it if you can say it!"

"Tell him. Just say that I, Zhao Pan, am here to visit. See if he sees it or not!"

"Huh. The Marquis doesn't have time to meet a nobody like you!"

"Be brave, go inside and report to me quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you."

"Ha~, let me see how you can't be cool with me."

Then, a burst of fighting sounds of "ping ping ping pong" came from outside.

"Xiaoyu, after sending Yan Zi off, please call that boy in." At this time, Ito said to the maid Xiaoyu who was walking outside the house.

"Yes, Mr. Hou." Xiaoyu stopped. Salute. Then he set off and slowly disappeared from Ito Cheng's sight together with Yan Ping.

"Zhao Pan... you are worthy of the role of Yingzheng in the original work where Xiang Shaolong traded the civet cat for the prince. He is very courageous." Ito Cheng, who was sitting in the room, said softly to himself.

That's right, this Zhao Pan was the fake Ying Zheng used by Xiang Shaolong to replace Ying Zheng in the original book "Xun Qin Ji"! But he also has another identity, that is, he is the son of Mrs. Zhao Ni, who is about to marry Ito Cheng, and is also his stepson!

A moment later, accompanied by the sound of footsteps, a stout young man strode into the house under the guidance of Xiaoyu.

This young man looks to be around fourteen or five years old. He looks relatively strong and burly. Because he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, his body has grown very quickly, like a 16 or 17-year-old boy in later generations. The skin is slightly white, slightly rough, and the eyebrows are very thick. Coupled with the piercing black eyes, he looks very majestic and rough.

While Ito Cheng looked at the boy, the boy also looked at Ito Cheng up and down.

"Who are you?" Ito Cheng, who knew that this boy was Zhao Pan, looked at the boy standing in front of him with a cold expression. Said quietly.

"You can call me Young Master Pan." Zhao Pan raised his head and said with a half-smile.

During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the title "Gongzi" should not be used randomly. Only men from vassal families can take on the role, and children from lesser ministers' families may not be able to use it.

"Are you Julu Hou?" Zhao Pan then asked.

"It's me." Ito Cheng said quietly. As the conversation changed, he continued, "Since you claim to be a prince, you must come from a prince's family. How come you don't know etiquette? Isn't it possible that you haven't been educated yet and you don't bow when you see your bride? You know that I can hold you accountable for the crime of disrespect."

Zhao Pan, who was startled by Ito Cheng's questioning voice, immediately changed his expression slightly, but he immediately came back to his senses, bowed and saluted with a look like a good man who would not suffer the loss in front of him, and said, "Pan has seen Juluhou."

"Who are you?" Ito Cheng ignored Zhao Pan's question and asked directly again.

"Pan is the son of Lord Ma Fu, after Zhao Mu." Zhao Pan replied.

"Zhao Mu? So you are Mrs. Ni's useless son Zhao Pan, my stepson." Ito Cheng said with raised eyebrows.

"Yes." Zhao Pan's face changed when he heard this, and he gritted his teeth and said.

"What? Not convinced?" Ito Cheng, who noticed the change in Zhao Pan's face, asked quietly.

"I don't dare." Zhao Pan replied against his will.

"You don't dare, do you mean you are still dissatisfied?" Ito Cheng sneered, and then without waiting for Zhao Pan to refute, he continued to talk to himself, "Ha~, if you are young and don't learn, you always hang out with other young masters and imitate those obscene sounds. You have done evil things, used martial arts, bullied palace maids, been romantic and cheerful, and ruined the virginity of countless women. How can you be considered a weapon?"

Zhao Pan pursed his lips and said nothing.

"But don't worry, what happens to you has nothing to do with me. Although you will be my stepson in a few days, I will not force you to recognize your father, nor will I recognize your cheap son. It will be the same as in the past, as long as you don't make absurd remarks in front of me, I will not care about you. Okay, you can go." Ito Cheng sneered.

"Humph, Marquis Julu, I have written down your words, but I also want to make it clear that since you marry my mother, you must treat her well. If you are bullied, I will not let you go if I have the ability in the future. You." Zhao Pan, who was filled with humiliation and anger, raised his head and glared at Ito Cheng, saying viciously like a wounded and proud little wolf.

"You can rest assured on this. I am not an ordinary man. I am not used to bullying weak women or using women for social purposes." Ito Cheng said disdainfully.

"I will keep an eye on you." After receiving Ito Cheng's assurance, Zhao Pan, who felt a little better, snorted coldly, turned around and left the big house, and quickly disappeared from Ito Cheng's eyes.

"Master Hou, do you need to send someone to follow?" Xiaoyu asked softly at the side.

"No need." Ito Cheng said softly. Then he smiled softly and whispered to himself, "If he is angry, he should know what to do."

After saying that, he didn't stay in the house any longer. He got up and returned to the back room. He sat down cross-legged on the wooden couch, picked up a roll of bamboo slips, and browsed with interest.

An hour later, Zhao Ya returned to the house and met Ito Cheng.

Then more than two hours later, at nightfall, two luxurious carriages stopped in front of the gate of Mrs. Ya's mansion one after another. As the car door opened, three men walked out of the two-car carriage.

Two people walked out of one of the cars, probably a master and a servant. The owner has a tall figure, a purple-gold face, and strong bones. He is a powerful man. The servant was wearing a brocade robe, with a slightly stout figure and fair skin. He looked to be about forty years old. His eyes, which were slightly smaller than others, flickered when he opened and closed them. He looked like a shrewd businessman.

The man who walked out of another car was also in his forties, with a medium build, a white face without a beard, and shrewd eyes. He always had a vague smile on his face, as if he was a good gentleman, but if he was like the other men. If you look at each other for a moment, you will find that this person is very cold, which makes people feel secretly wary.

"Oh? Isn't this Mr. Wu and Butler Tao? I didn't expect to see these two here again." The man with a smile looked at the two people walking out of another car and smiled.

"I've met Mr. Guo Zong." The fat man known as Butler Tao saluted.

"Hmph, since you Guo Zong can come, why can't I, Wu Yingyuan, come?" The handsome man with a purple face snorted coldly.

It is not difficult to tell from his demeanor and tone of voice that there is a deep rift between the two.

"No, Guo is not the person in charge. Since Mr. Wu wants to come, he can come." The man named Guo Zong smiled slightly, with a flash of light in his eyes, and said.

"Mr. Guo, Mr. Wu, Mr. Tao, please come with me. My Lord Marquis and his wife have been waiting inside for a long time." At this time, a young and beautiful maid came out of the house and said to the three of them. .

After hearing this, the three of them looked at each other, stopped talking, and followed the maid into the mansion and walked deeper into the house.

After a while, he came to a brightly lit room.

"Hiss." Seeing the things in the room, even though Guo, Wu, and Tao were well-informed, their expressions could not help but change slightly, and they subconsciously took a breath of air, their eyes full of shock.

There was no way around it, the scenery they saw before them was so amazing, it could even be said that they had never seen it before! (To be continued...)