Zhong Xuanyin poked out his thin face from the second floor of Daobixuan: "Zhong Liyan? Aren't you unwilling to join the cabinet? You didn't even come to the last meeting."
"Why are you unwilling?! Ridiculous! Rumors!" Zhong Liyan was furious: "How can a certain family back down when they contribute to the people of the world? I just ask you to wait first. The millennium-old foundation of Xiangu is tied to this pavilion, and the delivery affairs
Don’t you need time? I’m packing my bags and preparing to fully devote myself to the cause of Taixu Pavilion!”
There are not many cabinet members left in Taixu Mountain Gate.
In addition to the Huang relics who were on the journey of Jingwu, Zhong Xuanyin who was studying behind closed doors was revising the laws and regulations related to Taixu Illusion Realm.
At this moment, the iron grille was slowly raised on the top of the Five Punishment Tower, and the high window was opened. Ju Gui Banban sat upright in front of his desk, raised his head among the piles of laws, and looked at Zhong Liyan from a distance:
"Chu Ting has reached an agreement?"
"This has been decided a long time ago!" Zhong Liyan doesn't care about historians or legalists, and no one is accustomed to it. He pushed the credentials forward and said, "Can you read?"
Snapped!
Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and the credential fell out of his hand.
Zhong Liyan held the heavy sword and looked at it with anger. Then he saw a figure in military uniform with a red background and gold trim, standing between the sea of clouds, gradually solidifying from emptiness to reality.
"Ha~~~ Yup." The gentleman yawned lazily, covered his mouth with the letter of credence, and said very casually: "It's noon, still taking a nap! How come you hear dogs at Taixu Mountain Gate?
Call?"
Uncle Zhongli did not argue with the incompetent person, but sneered: "Scare! Isn't this Lu Shuanghe's defeated general?"
This confident attitude and stern look made Dou Zhao feel that it was not him Zhong Liyan who was suppressed by Lu Shuanghe's sword in Bingxu.
He even made fun of it!
"I'm taking a nap." Dou Zhao pointed at Zhong Liyan with his hand and pointed outward: "Don't throw the face of the people of Chu at the gate of Taixu Mountain - get out of here."
"Napping is a good habit. It allows you to escape reality and daydream!" The iron-clad Zhong Liyan, of course, refused to leave and grinned: "But did you sleep in the wrong bed? Go home!"
This is our territory!"
At the end of the drama, Zhong Xuanyin didn't say anything at this time, and Huang Relic was watching from the side with his hands on his hips.
In the sea of clouds, all the pavilions and buildings were dimly visible, and everyone in Taixu Mountain Gate was watching this place with great interest.
Dou Zhao had a headache.
Being bitten by thousands of ghosts in Abi Ghost Cave didn't seem to hurt that much. A clear line seemed to appear in my mind, flashing violently, jumping one after another.
"The surname is Zhong." Dou Zhao bared his teeth: "You have to be in front of so many people, right?"
"Damn, my surname is Zhongli!" Zhongliyan was furious. He jumped out of the chariot when he mentioned Nanyue. Faced with the evil forces who dominated the position and refused to leave, he took the lead!
Hoo ho ho!
In the howling wind, the sword body was stained with blood and flames, and it was as if it was carrying thousands of mountains and slashing down.
But I saw that the ravines burning with blood flames branched out into nine ravines, winding and twisting, all heading towards Douzhao. They did not pass through the air and did not affect the five elements.
Like nine bloody tunnels in the space barrier!
What martial arts lacks is foundation, and the more you go up, the more lacking it becomes. After all, it is a newly opened path, and there are not many martial arts masters in total. But the space is vast and there are infinite possibilities.
Speaking of which, as a martial arts master, his strength is also improving rapidly, getting stronger day by day. Even though he was held down and beaten by Zhongli Zhaojia, his sword was still very impressive.
Dou Zhao raised his knife and pointed it in the direction of Dao Bixuan: "I told you, your surname is Zhong, don't forget it."
He has been unruly all his life and never lets others. When his temper comes, he doesn't care who is who. But this time in Abi Ghost Cave, he really accepted Jiang's love. He really couldn't be tough in front of that bastard.
No matter how uncomfortable it is, I can only hold it in.
I’ve been holding back a lot of anger, and it’s time to release it!
Tianxiao didn't fix it so quickly, so he casually picked up a dream knife to deal with it.
If Zhong Xuanyin was not satisfied, he would deal with it all.
If you get annoyed, you can just chop up Huang Sheli and Ju Gui, so that no one dares to watch him fight someone!
How could Zhong Xuanyin care about these young colleagues for so long? He just smiled and said: "Okay, it's not Taixu Pavilion's official business, so you don't have to remember it."
Before he finished speaking, Dou Zhao's figure had disappeared into the sea of clouds.
Zhongli Yan’s figure also disappeared!
Zhong Xuanyin followed the traces and locked onto the battlefield in an instant - only to see that Zhong Liyan's armor had cracked, and a muscled, shining golden arm strangled Zhong Liyan's neck, holding him down in the clouds, constantly
Falling!
Just one touch...win or lose.
After Dou Zhao returned from the Fallen Immortal Forest, he became ridiculously strong.
Zhong Xuanyin was a little worried about Zhong Liyan's physical condition, and was thinking about whether to take action to protect him. The cabinet member seemed to be in a bad mood. If he accidentally missed his hand and injured the candidate Zhongli... he soon knew that he was overthinking.
Zhong Liyan's new battle armor was broken again, his muscles were covered with bleeding marks, and the energy in his body kept erupting and being extinguished, but he was still in very good spirits.
He was imprisoned and kept falling, but he didn't know where he came from, and he took out a hot ball of light as big as a fist, and he didn't know what kind of secret weapon it was, and swung it around Douzhao's face.
Zhong Xuanyin took a closer look and recognized it - Sun Gold.
The sun gold that people usually see is usually just scraps, which is already a rare treasure. When those weapon masters add one or two grains when forging weapons, they dare to say that they want to forge famous swords.
Such high purity, such a large piece of solar gold, extremely powerful, is really rare in the world...
Zhong Xuanyin was stung by the light and silently closed the window.
But it was said that Zhong Liyan was holding the Sun Gold and waving it around in front of Dou Zhao, muttering: "I'll shine, I'll shine, I'll shine!"
But after falling all the way and being shot all the way, Dou Zhao had no reaction.
He couldn't help but be a little confused: "Huh? Isn't this what ghosts are most afraid of?"
“Is it possible that the old man’s collection is fake?”
He also reached out to pinch Dou Zhao's face: "What's your reaction now? Is it hot or not?"
Douzhao looked at him expressionlessly and punched him hard into the ground!
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"Today is a suitable play. He ignores the spirit of Mohism, does not take facts as the basis, takes action on his own initiative, and is good at enlightening ghosts. The real puppet who punishes evil and promotes good has committed evil deeds of evil. He captured innocent people and was imprisoned for eight years unjustly. This is a huge deal.
The shame of the city, the scandal of the Mohist family!"
"Remembering that he has never had any bad deeds in the past, he respects the sect. He was ordered by the former emperor, did not know the truth, and followed orders. He also repeatedly performed great achievements and made great achievements in the colorful opera organization... After discussion, deprive the Minggui and the real puppet
, remove the title of the master of the mechanism, remove his true biography, expel him from the door, and no longer be named in ink!"
The declarations of the elders of the Mohist family rang in the air in an orderly manner.
The rhythm is like the shark's teeth in the fourth quarter of the Vientiane Wheel. There is always an inexplicable pause after four to six notes.
Xi Xiangyi sat on the floor and packed his small box.
She's leaving.
To be precise, she was informed that she was leaving.
This city that has existed since she opened her eyes, the city that she has lived in for so many years, no longer has her house.
Xi Xiangyi thought that she didn't have any sad emotions, she just felt that she wasn't used to it.
This room is not big, with nine steps square, which is the standard specification for the true disciples of Mo Sect. It is horizontally and vertically divided into nine palaces. The whole room is made up of small grids one by one, which are combined into one large grid.
The room is like a larger tool box, with front puppets, conchs, tail posts, wing strings...all accessories related to puppets placed in different areas.
There are forty-nine types of wing strings alone, with different materials and appearances, and they are all the most commonly used ones by Xi Xiangyi.
The Mohists admired frugality, and Mohists often wore coir raincoats and straw sandals to practice asceticism to sharpen their minds. They lived in simple rooms and narrow houses, and regulated their will. After Qian Jinhua took charge of the Juzi Order, the "New Mohist School" that developed pursued a luxurious life.
Probably they shouldn't use "extravagant" to describe their pursuit. From Xi Xiangyi's point of view, we still have to look at the problem objectively - they are just some members of the "New Mo School" who are only interested in profit and extravagant.
It is undeniable that these people's ultimate pursuit of material desires has inspired tremendous creativity far beyond that of ordinary Mohists, and has greatly enriched Qianjilou's products.
That's too far.
Xi Xiangyi's thinking is always very divergent and unconstrained. Perhaps this is also a manifestation of creativity.
The core idea of the "New Mo School" is actually "organs change life". Or more formally - "A gentleman controls a weapon, and everyone is like a dragon."
Everyone can live a prosperous and dignified life through the use of institutions - this was the vision proposed by Qian Jinhua back then.
Oh, I almost forgot. Xi Xiangyi is now a member of the "New Mo School".
Although she doesn't particularly understand the spiritual program of the "New Mo School". Although there is nothing in her room except mechanical accessories.
But she is from Qian Jinhua's group.
Because of Qian Jinhua, he was in charge of the real-life puppet [Ming Gui], and because of Qian Jinhua, he was expelled from Jucheng.
She is actually not very familiar with Qian Jinhua, and she is not very familiar with everyone in the city. What she is familiar with are the mechanisms, the parts, and the racks of puppets.
Qian Jinhua is also very busy every day, doing research, running business, and studying. When he has free time, he patrols Jucheng and occasionally looks at her, but he only watches her making puppets and doesn't talk much.
.
Anyway, Qian Jinhua is a big man, so he can do whatever he says.
If Juzi said something wrong, then she did something wrong.
If you do something wrong, you should apologize and be punished.
So she accepted being kicked out of Jucheng.
She's just not used to it.
The cycle of life is not torture to her, it is really confusing when the inherent order is broken.
"Huh." Xi Xiangyi suddenly thought of something, and took out a thick metal-covered booklet from his arms with great treasure, holding it in both hands and passing it forward: "The maintenance points of [Ming Ghost], as well as the previous [Ming Ghost]
All the data on the operation of the ghost are on this. Give it to you."
"Ah...oh!" The Mohist disciple who was responsible for accepting the Mohist property took it blankly.
This Mohist disciple named "Mo Zhu", like many Mohists, only knows how to get along with the creations of the government and is slow to speak.
I want to say something, but I don't know what to say.
"Hasn't she left yet?" At this time, there was a voice outside the door.
Mo Zhu hurriedly walked out the door: "I'm cleaning up——"
He was pushed aside by his face.
A man wearing a warrior scarf and a black silk arrow jacket walked in and looked at Xi Xiangyi coldly: "Go quickly, don't be an eyesore here."
Xi Xiangyi still looked like a little boy, with oil paint on his face that looked like tiger whiskers, wrinkled his nose, didn't speak, and just kept calm.
"Let's go, let's go!" The man in black silk arrow suit suddenly became furious: "It's not your home anymore!"
Xi Xiangyi's dexterous little hands suddenly stopped, and he closed the small box with a snap. Without saying or doing anything else, he picked up the box and walked out.
There are...a lot of people outside the door.
People are not here to give her away.
The look on people's faces was that of those gathered around the execution ground.
"Is she... the one who is known as the most talented person of our time?"
"I've never seen her before, how young is she? What a genius."
"Talented but not moral, there is no spirit of the Mohist family at all. Not to mention universal love, there is no humanity! She captured an innocent man and imprisoned him for eight full years!"
The crowd was discussing intensely, as if discussing the quality of a piece of pork on the chopping board.
Xi Xiangyi originally wanted to point out a fact - there were not eight years. In the year 3923 of the Dao calendar, Qian Jinhua had stopped the torture, claimed that he had finally found out the truth, and turned to Huang Jinmo to apologize. The next time was
Huang Jinmo refused to leave.
But there seems to be no difference between eight years and three years.
So she didn't say anything.
"Is there another one who went to Buhu City? Where is Tie Tuisi?"
"I committed suicide a few days ago...don't you know?"
"Bah! Sangmenxing! One is Xiangyi, the other is Tie Tuisi! They are all good things they did, and they have brought trouble to our sect master——"
"What kind of bullshit sect leader!" The man in black silk arrow suit suddenly walked out: "The Mohist family's reputation all started with Qian Jinhua. He is the eternal sinner of the Mohist family!"
Xi Xiangyi didn't listen to the rest of the words.
She closed her sense of hearing and walked out of this city that always made the sound of turning gears in a world of silence and all kinds of gazes.
Where to go?
She stood outside the city gate, losing her direction for a moment.
Living in the huge city since she was a child, mechanism puppets have been her life. She has to wipe the [Minggui] twice a day, once in the morning and evening. She carefully checks every key component and combs the array patterns regularly. Only when necessary
Go on a mission.
Her life is a resolute line formed by gears, moving forward at a fixed speed on a fixed track.
Now she was thrown outside of that order, and she didn't know how to reconstruct herself - no one had taught her.
A shadow hung in front of him.
She raised her head and saw Xi Ming's very upright face.
Too polite...she thought to herself.
"Where are you going?" Xi Ming asked.
"I don't know." Xi Xiangyi wrinkled his nose and said, "Why are you asking me?"
Xi Ming said calmly: "I am no longer a Mo disciple. Wherever you go, I will go."
"Aren't you in charge of Qianji Building now?" Xi Xiangyi was surprised.
Qian Ji Tower is now considered to be a very important position, and 50% of Jucheng's finances are supported by Qian Ji Tower. It can be said that "the position is high and powerful".
"Not anymore." Xi Ming said: "I am the 'New Mo School'. No, it should be called the 'Qian Mo School' now."
"Why are you from the New Mo School?" Xi Xiangyi didn't understand. She knew that Xi Ming was the most self-disciplined person, never extravagant, and she didn't show pretentious remarks to those "New Mo" who were well-dressed and well-fed.
Xi Ming smiled and said, "You are my sister. Whatever your style is, I am my style."
Xi Xiangyi had never felt sad, but now she didn't understand why, her eyes felt a little sore.
She turned her head and said, "Then I'll walk around."
"Then let's go." Xi Ming said, "Brother, follow you."
Xi Xiangyi carried the small box behind him, took a step forward, and walked forward vigorously. His silk clothes and colorful ribbons fluttered like butterflies.
A man with a much higher fate than her followed behind her.
Under the setting sun, two shadows, one large and one small, moved forward in parallel, neither close nor far away.
"Did you know that Mo Wenqin is Mo Jingyu's best friend?"
"He is dissatisfied that Qian Juzi used Mo Jingyu's death as a deal, and hid the truth for a long time without revealing it, leaving Mo Jingyu to die in silence... So he is very resentful, but it is not directed at you. In other words, Qian Juzi died too much
Clean, his resentment has nowhere to release, it can only be directed at you."
Xi Ming explained sentence by sentence: "The Mo Zhu who accepted the Mo family's property was Huan Tao's younger brother. Yes, it was the Huan Tao who later became a beheading demon. Mo Jingyu used to follow me.
He said that he should take some time to get rid of the scum of the sect. Our Mo family does not have the rule of sitting together, so Mo Zhu is not too affected, but there will be some people who don't want to see him. He can understand your situation.
"
Xi Xiangyi may have heard it, or he may not have heard it. But at a certain moment, he looked up at the sky. In his big eyes, there were clean and directionless clouds: "Why can't I grow up?"
"You just grow up slowly."
"They grow slowly, so they live longer."
"Yes, you will live long...long live."
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Note: "The original puppet has seven pieces, namely the front puppet, the conch, the tail post, the wing chord, the mysterious puppet, the spiritual pivot, and the limbs and teeth. The giant puppet is used to resemble humans." - "Puppet Theory"
