"Please, I'm really speechless. I finally waited for the next issue and just talked to such a small character?"

"Oh, it seems like there's not much to see. What about Mo Zhai? I'm still Mo Zi!"

"Stop talking upstairs, Mozi is named Zhai. He is the real founder of Mohism!"

Some viewers who knew Mozi's name immediately retorted: "If you don't understand, you can look it up, but you can't just tell it."

"oh oh……"

"That's quite interesting. I've heard of Mozi!"

Many viewers suddenly woke up and became very interested.

At the same time, the scene in the live broadcast room suddenly changed, with Jiang Yi moving from front to back, then retreating step by step.

The world of ink and wash gathers into drop after drop of small water balloons in a gray and white style. Each water balloon displays a different picture, flashing like a slide, and moves forward step by step with Jiang Yi's footsteps.

If the audience pauses and freezes, they can clearly see that there are thousands of small worlds full of fighting and bullying in ancient and modern times, and correspondingly, there are actions full of love.

Water balloons of different styles on the left and right swarmed into the audience's eyes, and the sound of rushing water echoed in the ears. While people were calming, they could not help but clench their fists because of the disputes on the dark side.

They vaguely seemed to know the theme of this issue, and they seemed to have some kind of civilizational bloodline in their chests that they had rarely paid attention to, waking up bit by bit.

They began to look forward to seeing the founder of Mohism and the ancestor Mo Zhai who had unparalleled love in Chinese history.

"boom!"

Countless water balls exploded instantly, and the audience seemed to have a waterfall rushing in front of them. They subconsciously looked back. When they focused their eyes again, the water flow spread out, and Jiang Yi's figure slowly appeared.

Everything around him returned to the normal world, but this time, what came into view was no longer high-rise buildings and neon lights, but an antique courtyard.

The big tree made a "rustling" sound with the strong wind, and a few leaves on the ground that could not resist drifted towards an ancient hall in front of them. Looking in that direction, an old man was sitting in the middle of the ancient hall.

The strong wind was blowing his white hair on the temples. The old man was wearing blue ancient clothes and looked like a fairy.

He looked like he was eighty or ninety years old, and his forehead and hands showed wrinkles and fatigue caused by wind and sand and years of trekking.

He lowered his head slightly and couldn't tell whether his eyes were open. He seemed to be looking at his palms or taking a nap.

Jiang Yi thought to himself, did he choose an unsuitable time and disturb someone's sleep just after arriving?

He slowed down his pace and introduced in a low voice as he walked:

"There is no clear record in the classics about how many years ancestor Mo Zhai lived."

"What is certain at present is that he must have lived to around ninety, even much longer than the ancestor Kong who lived for seventy-three years."

The audience immediately became excited upon hearing this:

"Isn't it said that the ancients had short lives? Why does one live longer than the other?"

"What is the concept of being eighty or ninety years old during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period? At that time, the average life expectancy was only thirty or forty, for God's sake!"

"I know, being a saint will definitely help you live longer. I will learn from the saints in the future!"

"Yes, I now have reason to suspect that universal love and benevolence can make people live longer. As long as the heart is good, life will be good!"

The audience admired each other. Even with modern medical conditions, it is quite impressive for a person to live to be over ninety years old, let alone in ancient times.

Alas, no wonder we have to learn the way of the sages. The methods of maintaining health are all in the thoughts of the sages!

Jiang Yi continued: "This is Shennong Mountain. It is said that the Mohist headquarters relied on the natural danger of Shennong Mountain and relied on the mountain trend to build a bluestone brick wall, which surrounded 864 houses and 64 wells, forming a Feng Shui dragon eye."

"In addition, there are more than 400 acres of arable land for growing food, which ensures the Mohist family's self-sufficiency in food and prevents them from being threatened or controlled by any vassal states."

"Furthermore, the Mohists advocated the science of engineering and gathered the main famous craftsmen and engineers from the Warring States Period, so the city wall protection measures here are much stronger than those in ordinary vassal states."

"There is also the Mohist Mechanism Technique. The Mohist headquarters in Shennong Mountain is surrounded by all kinds of mysterious traps. If there are no internal disciples to lead the way, you will definitely die."

"This is also the reason why the Mohists are feared by the princes and even the kings of later generations. When others say they want to rebel, they may just be talking about it, but if the Mohists want to rebel, in addition to having a folk foundation, they also have technology, manpower, and theory

Waiting for the basics.”

"They are equivalent to an independent military force, and they may become bombs for vassal states and dynasties at any time."

Jiang Yi stopped, and as he continued to approach, the old man in the ancient hall noticed him.

Jiang Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His footsteps and words were not heavy, so he could hear them, so he must not have slept.

The old man slowly raised his eyes, looked at Jiang Yi from top to bottom, and paused briefly on Jiang Yi's clothes, as if he was curious about which master of clothing it was made by.

Seeing this strange guest, the old man did not show any displeasure. He just said to Jiang Yi who was parked outside the threshold: "Since you are here, why don't you come in and have a seat?"

"Who introduced you to the mountain? Why have I never heard of you?"

The old man asked Jiang Yi with kind eyes. He did not think that this young man was an uninvited guest, otherwise it would be impossible to escape those hidden weapons.

It should have been brought here by a certain disciple, but who is he?

The old man didn't want to think too much, he just wanted to invite the young guest in front of him first.

But he saw the young guest clasping his hands in his fists, bowing and saluting him respectfully, and said:

"Jiang Yi, a younger generation from later generations, came from more than two thousand years later and came here to pay homage to the ancestor of Mozi."

"The younger generation?"

Mo Zi raised his eyebrows.

Jiang Yi was secretly worried, knowing that the next step would be a key step in determining whether he would be hacked this time.

Even though the ancestor of Mozi is here alone in front of you, behind the scenes there are probably many agencies or disciples of Mozi waiting to give him the reincarnation package.

However, Mozi's reaction was the same as what he initially thought, which was completely different from that of Emperor Qin and Emperor Wu of Han.

He did not deny it immediately, but fully started his logic and analyzed: "You were not recommended by the disciple in the mountain, otherwise the disciple would not have come to see me first."

"I have never seen this set of clothing when I traveled to various countries. Although it may have been made by a famous master's skillful hands, I have not been able to identify the origin of the materials used to make the clothing."

Mo Zi stood up, walked to Jiang Yi, walked around him, and looked at his face and neck carefully as if he were staring at a beautiful woman.

Then, he focused his eyes on his hands.

Jiang Yi felt a little uncomfortable. What is the ancestor going to do?
Chapter completed!