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Chapter 220 Mohist giant

Chapter 220 Mohist Giant

"Sir, are you trying to persuade me?"

Shuli heard an unusual meaning from Nianduan's words.

Nian Duan looked at Shu Li with gentle eyes. After a long time, Nian Duan shook his head and said, "You are also trying to persuade me."

This means that Nian Duan acknowledged Shu Li’s problem.

"Sir, the sword is a murder weapon, and it is made for killing, but besides swords, there are also knives, axes, and axes." Shuli stared at Nianduan, thinking that Nianduan was also escaping, "Doctors are kind-hearted, and doctors want to save the world with medicine.

, stop killing with medical treatment.”

Shu Li sighed, this is a very grand ideal, but also an unrealistic fantasy, "If you want to save the world, you must join the world. How can you save the world if you just stay away from it."

Nianduan also lowered his head and fell silent.

She couldn't remember now whether she was the one who left him or he was the one who left her.

She only remembered the heartfelt advice she gave herself, admonishing herself to never get close to a man who lives by swords again.

"Perhaps it is the confinement of oneself, in order to pass on the secret knowledge of saving the world, stay away from disputes, and stay away from grudges..."

Nian Duan sighed softly.

"So if we want to end this chaotic world of disputes, we should stop killing with killing, and use absolute power and strength to suppress discordant voices until the chaotic world is ended."

Nian Duan raised his head and stared at Shu Li in shock.

These words were completely unimaginable for a woman like Shu Li, who looked like a weak and frail woman.

But then, she recalled three years ago, when Shuli, covered in blood, stood in front of her with an astonishing aura that was difficult for ordinary people to approach.

She was also horrified that Shuli was so young but had power that she could not imagine.

"Maybe." Nian Duan didn't know how to respond to Shu Li's words, so he replied vaguely.

Shuli shook her head.

She had her own thoughts until Nian Duan, which were born from her decades of cognition. It was impossible to change her thoughts with just one word from her.

Shu Li opened her mouth and was about to say, "Sir, you will see it," but when she recalled the Qin Dynasty plot she had watched in her previous life, Nianduan only appeared in Duan Murong's memories, and he was already seriously ill and would not die soon.

So, Shuli turned to ask, "Is that swordsman still alive?" But Shuli realized that it was inappropriate to ask this question, and added, "He didn't come back to see you again?"

Nian Duan did not answer immediately, but turned sideways and leaned against the side of the boat, gently spreading the surface of the lake with his hands, and the ripples spread out in all directions.

"He told me that the fate of a swordsman is to die under the sword of another stronger swordsman."

Nian Duan held up his hands and watched the lake water flow down from the gaps between his fingers.

"The desire of swordsmen will always force them to pursue higher power, but they are often more likely to fall from high cliffs."

Shu Li suddenly felt that Nianduan's thoughts were more or less pessimistic.

Suddenly, Shuli turned her head warily and looked at the fog-covered lake.

Nian Duan noticed Shu Li's movements and looked in the direction Shu Li was looking with vigilance in his eyes.

Generally few people would set foot in the depths of this large lake, and ordinary fishermen would not go too deep into this dangerous swamp.

Either they are well-known patients who come for treatment, or they are ordinary people who have lost their way, or they are killers who come with malicious intentions.

"What's wrong?"

"Someone is coming."

Sure enough, the mist broke and a small boat came slowly.

The man punting the boat was wearing a black and white coat, a black turban on his head, and a long sword at his waist.

Behind him stood a man in a black cloak. Looking at the direction the cloak was facing, he should be looking towards Shu Li and Nian Duan.

The moment Nian Duan saw the visitor, most of the vigilance on his face disappeared.

Shuli stared at the boatman wearing black and white clothes. She was very familiar with this costume. It was the decoration of Mohist disciples.

So,

Shuli's eyes fell on the man wearing a black cloak.

Mohist, black cloak.

Shuli vaguely guessed the identity of this person.

"Mr. Nianduan." The visitor saluted Nianduan from a distance.

Nianduan also stood up early and saluted the visitor, "Your Excellency, Juzi."

When Shu Li heard this, it was indeed what she thought. The person coming was none other than the giant of the Mohist family - the Six-fingered Black Man.

The current tycoon of the Mohist family has six fingers on his left hand. He wears a black cloak because of his identity as a Mohist family, so he is called the "Six-fingered Black Man" by people in the world. He was an all-powerful man with superb martial arts skills. He once defeated the five elders of the Yin Yang Family alone and escaped. He fought against Wei Zhuang.

He was later injured and disappeared, and died in the Mohist forbidden area. A few years later, he was defeated by the public, and Tianming and others found him dead in a stone prison in the Mohist forbidden area.

There are rumors in the world that he was killed by Wei Zhuang, but he was actually killed by the six-soul terror curse cast by Concubine Yan, the head of the Yin-Yang family.

"I wonder what you call this person?" The Six-fingered Black Man looked at Shu Li and asked politely without ignoring her.

Shuli bowed lightly, "Zongheng, Shuli."

When talking about "Business Alliance", talk about Huaying, and when talking about sects, talk about Shuli.

Although the news of this world is well spread, there is not much description and introduction to its actual people.

It's not like Shuli had big data in his previous life. As soon as his name was entered, relevant photos came out, along with relevant information.

There are too many waistcoats and it’s enough to be frivolous.

The Six-Fingered Black Man was slightly shocked. It turned out that this was the third descendant of the ancestor Guigu who was rumored in the world. "The Mohist giant, Liuzhi, has met his predecessor."

In terms of seniority, there is no one in this world who can surpass Shu Li. Almost all sect leaders now have to call Shu Li "senior".

As for Nianduan, she regarded Shuli as her daughter, so she did not call Shuli her senior.

And Shuli also addressed Nianduan as sir. Since everything was in chaos, he simply didn't care.

"Your Majesty, Juzi, are you here for medical treatment?" Nianduan asked aloud.

Although she has a good relationship with Six-Fingered Black Man, they are considered friends.

But the Six-fingered Black Man, as a giant of the Mohist family, is usually busy with various affairs of the Mohist family.

Therefore, they rarely interacted with each other in private because of friendship. More often, the Six-fingered Black Man came here for medical treatment.

The six-fingered black man's cloak moved slightly, probably as a nod, "Yes, I did come here to disturb Mr. Nianduan for medical treatment."

"Have you had dinner?" Shuli asked suddenly.

The six-fingered black man was stunned for a moment and didn't understand why Shu Li asked this question, but he still answered truthfully, "Senior, I came all the way from Guan City. In order to save time, I didn't stop on the way, and naturally I didn't eat dinner."

Shu Li looked at Nianduan, understood her, and said to the six-fingered black man, "We went out on the cruise this time because there was not enough food in the village, so we specially picked the food."

The six-fingered black man heard this and smiled heartily, "What's so difficult about this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the six-fingered black man made a posture, and then his body sank, and a powerful wave of internal energy burst out, stirring up four water columns, and at the same time, fish and crabs in the lake fell into the boat one after another.

The aftermath of the falling water was also offset by its internal force. When it reached the boat where Shuli and the others were, it was like an ordinary small wave without causing any ripples.

(End of chapter)


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