Dongluo climbs all the way to the mountain, and the mountain road is unimpeded.

On the mountainside, the ancient trees are towering, and the houses and huts under the trees are like thatched houses, even if they have been abandoned for many years, they are still standing.

The style of the buildings on this hill is mostly slightly different from that of the lower part of the mountain.

Compared with the bottom of the mountain, there are just a few more thatched huts, probably a long, long time ago there were some mavericks who liked to live in a house and sit and talk.

Under a big tree, he saw a stone table, the stone table is carved with a chessboard, nineteen vertical and horizontal, the chess pieces on the chessboard are scattered, the number is heavy, it seems that the two sides have entered the closing stage, Dongluo does not have a deep understanding of Go, can only be regarded as remembering some of the first moves.

After staring at the chessboard for a while, Dongluo only felt dizzy and dizzy, as if facing the sea of stars, dizzy.

There is a jar of chess pieces on each side of the chessboard, black and white, the white pieces are crystal clear, and only the center is a little milky white. The sunspot is only opaque in the center, and under the illumination of the sun, there are circles of inky halos.

The years have passed, and the two cans of chess pieces have been soaked in the flowing water for thousands of years like ordinary stones, adding countless colors.

Dongluo thought that these two cans of chess pieces could be given to Xue Nianci, who was good at hand talking, and he must be very happy to see it.

But just as Dongluo was about to reach out to pick up the chess pieces, he thought about it and seemed to feel that something was not beautiful. Dongluo took out a pen and paper from the mustard seeds that were already full at the bottom of the mountain, and recorded the thousand-year-old chess game on the stone table.

At that time, not only can you explore one or two things for Xue Nianci, but it can also be convenient for people who will play chess in the future to revisit their hometown and review it again.

Cultivators on the mountain, everyone practices the method of immortality, as long as they don't look for death by themselves, it is generally difficult to die.

At that time, the Yiqi people were in a hurry, and they didn't even have time to finish a game of chess, and it seemed that there was something important to do.

I don't know how many years have passed in the mountains, but it has been a thousand years since I opened my eyes.

To a cultivator, it seems that the most valuable thing is time.

After Dongluo recorded the chess game on a pen and paper, he reached out to twist the chess pieces.

It's just that when he went to collect the black and white two pieces, he found that the chess pieces were so powerful that each one had already entered the chessboard, even if Dongluo had at least a body equivalent to the four layers of the Forging Bone Realm, it was extremely difficult to twist up a chess piece.

The white is hot, the sunspot is cold, and every time you twist up a chess piece in winter, you have to slow down for a while.

Putting the last chess piece into the chess jar, Dongluo was extremely happy in his heart, even a chess piece could make his body forged by the extreme ice and red lotus karmic fire feel hot and cold, and it must be a high-level spiritual weapon.

It's just that how high the level is, but Dongluo can't see it.

Anyway, I picked up a big leak.

Dongluo can conclude from this that the stone table that can carry the chess game must also be a good thing, but when he tried for a long time, he found that he couldn't put the stone table into the mustard seeds anyway, and Dongluo didn't want to carry a stone table all over the Longmen secret realm.

Dongluo stroked the stone table again and again, and tried to use mustard seeds a few times, but still couldn't put it in, so Dongluo had to give up.

One step at a time, he turned around and left.

Shortly after Dongluo left, a transparent figure sat down on the stone bench on the side where the black chess pieces had been placed.

On the stone table chess game, it may be that the chess pieces have been rooted in the chessboard for too many years, and if there is a color, it seeps into the stone table, and there are still black and white ripples at this moment.

The transparent figure smiled at the other side of the empty stone table, and the middle finger of the index finger twisted the black chess jar, and then gently dropped to an empty space on the stone table.

The transparent figure vanished.

On the chess game, a little black gas from a transparent figure fell, and the sunspots on the entire chess game instantly became coherent, as if they had come to life.

The large amount of white gas left on the chess game disappeared directly.

In Go terminology, this move is called, Slaying the Great Dragon.

Compared with the leisurely and relaxing mountain climbing in winter, the other places are not so smooth.

Even if Ye Yingshui led the way in front, Zheng Nanfeng and his party still had a very difficult time.

Every time she went up a certain distance, Ye Yingshui would stop and rest for a while, obviously being in that state of red eyes for a long time was also very taxing on her.

As they got closer and closer to the top of the mountain, the distance of Ye Yingshui and his party was getting shorter and shorter, and the rest time was getting longer and longer.

Zheng Nanfeng took out a pill and said, "This is a fourth-level elixir Qingmu Dan, which can restore people's spiritual spirit. ”

Ye Yingshui smiled, raised her hand and wiped the fine beads of sweat on her forehead, "It's not that you don't know, this kind of direct look at cause and effect is not much different from facing the avenue." The damage to the Great Dao is not something that can be compensated for with a single fourth-level Aoki Pill, so you better put it away!"

Zheng Nanfeng put away Aoki Dan as he said, and could only wait silently for Ye Yingshui to recover slowly.

Zheng Nanfeng stood on the mountain road that was missed by the high and low, and the mountain road here was not much different from the dragon road. It's just that the scenery on both sides of the mountain road here is better than on the dragon road.

This way along the mountain road, several of them also got some opportunities of different sizes on both sides of the mountain road, but these opportunities were nothing compared to the opportunities they were going to take next.

Zheng Nanfeng said to the three Zheng family members who were on guard on the side: "Chance things don't pay attention to what comes first, and you don't have to be humble everywhere, you take what should be yours, and if you don't take it, you will be blamed." This Mo family learning palace is not only the fate of my Zheng family, but also your chance. If there is anything that suits your heart and eye along the way, it will depend on your abilities. There's no need to look ahead and be timid. ”

The three Zheng family members glanced at each other, and they all saw the smile between each other's eyes.

Along the way, although there are not many artifacts left by the ancients on both sides of the mountain road, there are still some, but they are just in the way of business, plus Zheng Nanfeng is there, they all perfectly restrain the little thoughts in their hearts.

Even if Zheng Nanfeng said so, then they will definitely do it next.

Zheng Nanfeng's eyes looked at the bottom of the mountain again, a sense of desolation and loneliness, combined with the sunset that was about to sink in the west, everything was just right, and it didn't seem abrupt at all.

Zheng Nanfeng looked down at the shadow under his feet, which was stretched little by little under the sunset.

When it was stretched to the point that it was faintly invisible, Zheng Nanfeng finally looked back at the girl who didn't know when to quietly open her eyes and said, "I've worked hard for you today, let's rest and rest on this mountain trail tonight! ”

Ye Yingshui nodded lightly, "Do you want to understand who counted the statue of the Mo family giant in the square, is it from the Mo family?"

Zheng Nanfeng also sat down on the mountain road, and said with his hands on his knees: "Who knows! But it is still unlikely to be a member of the Mo family, the Mo family has long since fallen apart, and the day is not as good as the day, and the belief in Mozi is far less devout than we outsiders see." As for whose tree the statue of Mozi belonged to, we have played such a long scene at the entrance of the mountain gate, and even if we have not deceived him, we can only pray that he has retreated! ”

Ye Yingshui sat on a bluestone slab on the mountain road, took out some food from the mustard seeds, and silently replenished his energy.

She didn't look forward to where she was going next. Because a discerning person can see that they are going up the mountain.

As for what she was going up the mountain for? What to take? She was still a little expectant and a little curious, but it took too much energy to travel down the mountain road for half a day, and her curiosity was also wiped out little by little.

Anyway, this is an errand arranged by the ancestor of the family, as long as it is completed. If you go back to the family, you can get more resources!

Cultivation is such a chore!

Ye Yingshui fell directly on a bluestone slab, and her body was undulating, quite spectacular.

Zheng Nanfeng hurriedly turned around and looked down the mountain.

The three members of the Zheng family at the foot of the mountain were searching the houses on both sides of the mountain road to see if there was anything worth a few dollars.

When you enter Debao Mountain, you can't go home empty-handed.

The sun has set.

Ye Yingshui turned sideways and looked at the fiery red sky in his eyes, and seemed to remember something, "Zheng Nanfeng, if you had brought the young man we met in Lane 15 of Kun District into the Dragon Gate Secret Realm, maybe you would have walked more easily." ”

Zheng Nanfeng didn't care about any indecency, and directly looked back at Ye Yingshui, who was lying lazily on the ground, and asked, "Why is this?"

Ye Yingshui burped and said, "Because the smell on his body is fragrant!"

Zheng Nanfeng just wanted to ask again, but saw Ye Yingshui yawn, turned over, and ignored Zheng Nanfeng, leaving him with a thought-provoking back.

Bi Jing's next mountain road will be led by Ye Yingshui, Zheng Nanfeng is naturally not good at disturbing Ye Yingshui to recover his spirit. I had to retract my gaze, lower my head, and fall into deep thought.

The little old man who climbed the mountain from the fast archway of "Shangxian Shangtong" can be said to be the most relaxed, and it is easier than the winter fall. Even though his posture on the mountain was a little weird and strange, but fortunately, there was no wind and rain and no sunshine along the way.

He didn't seem to be interested in anything around the trail at all, his purpose was only to climb the mountain, and all he had to do was climb the mountain.

Even when it was dark, he still didn't stop.

As for the men and women in the ink-colored clothes, they didn't walk so smoothly, and the sound of fighting sounded from time to time on the mountain road where they were.

A young girl with a slightly pale face looked at a young man who was walking on the mountain road first and said, "Senior Brother Ziqing, so many years have passed, how can this group of machine beasts still be so strong in combat?"

At first, a young man held a black iron ruler with a length of more than a foot in his hand and patted his palm gently, and said helplessly: "Senior Sister Ziyu, here Bi Jing is one of the three great palaces of my Mo family, and it is normal for the strength of the machine beasts to be stronger, these mountain protection machine beasts carefully made by the ancient Great Mo, if it weren't for the time to wear down the aura on their bodies, I'm afraid the combat effectiveness will be stronger." ”

Another teenager also participated in the discussion, "Senior Brother Ziqing, why don't we use the ink order given by Juzi and go up the mountain directly?"

The young man who was called Senior Brother Ziqing turned around and knocked on the head of the young man who had just spoken, and said with hatred: "Mo Ling, Mo Ling, I only know Mo Ling every day, do you think I don't know how to use Mo Ling to go up the mountain quickly? Do you think I don't want to go up the mountain? Do you think I am deliberately torturing you, and I want to see you eat deflated and let you fight against the mountain guard beast made by the former sage Damo?"

The young man Ziqing seemed to be more and more angry, and sat directly on the bluestone slab, "Mo Ziyuan, do you know how rare these trap beasts are? Most of these are the life's work of the former sage Damo, do you think that what we are facing now is only a few machine beasts? No, what we are facing now is the crystallization of the wisdom of the former sage Damo." If it's in normal times, isn't that one of those big inks dragged with anything, don't you talk about learning from those big inks, do you see if other people's big inks are willing to pay attention to you?"

Mo Ziyuan looked a little embarrassed, but still muttered in a low voice, "They are still willing to pay attention to me." ”

Mozi was very clear, and he really wanted to pat the head of the young man in front of him with an ink ruler, but when he thought that so many junior brothers and sisters were watching! So I gave up on this plan.

Mo Ziqing's voice was calm, and he said seriously: "Ziyuan, senior brother asks you, what are the four words written on the archway at the foot of our mountaineering road?"

Mozi, who was wearing an ink-colored robe, sat upright, crossed his knees on the high part of the mountain road, put an ink ruler on his lap, and looked at the few junior brothers and sisters in front of him with a gentle and gentle gaze.

His expression was calm and calm, as if he was looking at the houses in the distance, the forest in the distance, and the sunset in the distance.

Everything in front of you is reflected in the setting sun, golden, bright, beautiful and moving.

Mo Ziyuan adjusted his sitting posture and thought about it seriously.

The four disciples of the Mo family, including Mo Ziyu, also stopped joking and sat down facing Mo Ziqing, who was sitting cross-legged on a high place.

The master is the teacher, such as listening to the sound.

Mo Ziyuan thought for a while and replied, "Back to Senior Brother, it's a bad fate." ”

Mo Ziqing nodded, "It's not happy, we don't care about it here." Senior Brother asked you what is wrong with your fate, and what is your fate? I want an answer that is different from what Damo taught you in the school palace before. ”

Mo Ziqing turned his head to look at Mo Ziyu and the others: "You guys should also think about it." Don't be in a hurry to answer. ”

After finishing speaking, putting aside this long-abandoned school palace, Mo Ziqing, the youngest and most prestigious contemporary Mo Ziqing in the palace of the three universities of the Mo family, suddenly felt a little excited.

He only looked up at the scenery in the distance, and the ink ruler in his hand turned into a finger twist around his fingertips, spinning on his fingertips.

The ink ruler is different from the Confucian ruler, and the ruler in Mo Ziqing's hand is made of two pieces of mahogany staggered at right angles, and the shape is somewhat like a whirling dart played by children in the market. It's just that the ink ruler has a lot of small grids carved on it, and there will be a number every few squares.

The purpose of the Confucian precept ruler is mainly to punish and warn, to tell the world what are the rules and what is the square circle, and it is the code of conduct and the standard for doing things for people. Just like the self-denial advocated by Confucianism, the precept ruler is self-denial and self-denial.

Therefore, today's people feel that scholars seem to have exhausted all the truths, and only then will they have the illusion that Confucianism seems to have fixed all the rules to death.

In fact, it is not, people are alive, and rules are dead.

As for the ink ruler, there is not so much attention, the ink ruler has already weighed a standard of interest for the world, as for the benefit or harm, it depends on the height of someone or something and the breadth of influence.

After judging the benefits and disadvantages, we will rejuvenate the benefits of the world and eliminate the harms of the world.

This is the genius of the Mojia Moxia, who will never judge the benefits and harms of a thing because of what he sees and hears, but traces back to the source, finds the source of a thing, and then knows good and evil, and then knows right and wrong.

It is important to know that not all the weak in the world are good, and not all the strong in the world are evil.

There are weak people who are full of evil, and there are strong people who help the needy.

Of course, this is just the ring ruler in the hearts of the two Confucian and Mo families, the ink ruler.

As for the real ruler, it is nothing more than a tool used by the master to educate students to inflict minor punishments, and the real ink ruler is just a tool used by the Mohist to measure the length of the ruler.

Mo Ziqing kept opening and closing the ink ruler in his hand, silently waiting for Mo Ziyuan and the others to find the most correct answer in their hearts.

Just as Confucian students need to study abroad, Mohist students also need it. Not far away, all the way to the mountains and rivers, walking is also practice, sitting is also practice, everywhere is practice.

Study tour, this is the purpose of their trip, as for retrieving what the Mo family left here, it is secondary.

Just as Confucianism has never restricted the world's reading, but spared no effort to educate the world, how could the Mohists cherish themselves with a broom and cover their own things so that outsiders can't even look at them.

The so-called doctrine is a doctrine that must be studied by someone and someone said, and only then can it be called a doctrine and have the value of existence. If no one learns and no one speaks, then what kind of doctrine is it?

Confucianism says that stories are not valuable, but truth is valuable.

The Mo family also believes that the Mo classics and tricks are not valuable, and the great ones who are heroic for the country and the people are valuable.

Mo Ziyu opened his eyes, his hands on his cheeks, and looked at Mo Ziqing who was outside the spirit with little stars, and the more he looked at his heart, the more happy he became, as if he was looking at the bright moon full of mountains in autumn, the peach blossoms in spring, the warm sun of Hexu in winter, and a bowl of sour plum soup in summer......

Easy water people go, the bright moon is like frost, and the green plums are old, so it's just right.

Mo Ziqing suddenly came back to his senses, smiled and pushed away Mo Ziqing's little head, which was getting closer and closer, "Came up with an answer?"

Mo Ziqing lowered his head to hide his shy cheeks, pouted and whispered, "I figured it out." ”

Mo Ziqing jumped up, raised the ink ruler in his hand, fell gently, and hit a young man next to Mo Ziyu on the shoulder and said: "If you want to come out, you want to come! Why are you so close to me! You want to eat me!"

Mo Ziyu's face turned red and he didn't answer anymore.

The young man next to Mo Ziyu said aggrievedly: "Senior Brother Ziqing, you hit the wrong person again." ”

Mo Ziqing took back the ink ruler and said with some curtle: "Ziqi! It's all because the senior brother hasn't slept well during this time, and his eyes are not very good." I'm sorry to see the wrong person!"

The young Mo Ziqi wanted to cry without tears, looking like life was worse than death, and he couldn't be angry with his senior brother, so he could only look at the girl who bowed his head carefully.

Mo Ziyu seemed to notice Mo Ziqi's complaining gaze, lowered his head and deflected his gaze to meet Mo Ziqi's gaze fiercely.

Mo Ziqi was stunned by a clever streak, and hurriedly said loudly: "Beating is kissing and scolding is love, and senior brother beating and scolding is the most loved." Thank you for your concern. ”

The children can be taught!

Mo Ziqing nodded with satisfaction, "Ziyu, what do you say first? What is fate?"

Mo Ziyu raised his head, looked solemn, and talked eloquently, "The way of heaven is fair, there is no so-called destiny, those who rely on their strength will get their lives, and those who do not rely on their strength will not be born, the world is uncertain, and the world is impermanent." There is no such thing as a predestined destiny. ”

Mo Ziqing nodded, and looked at Mo Ziqi again.

Mo Ziqi replied: "There is no way for good or evil, but people call themselves." ”

Mozi smiled and said, "If it's any other big ink, I have to use an ink ruler to whip you." ”

Mo Ziqi grimaced, "Senior brother, if you are like other Da Mo, I won't say that." ”

Mo Ziqing raised the ink ruler and was about to fight.

Mo Ziqing looked at Mo Ziyuan who was contemplating again.

Mo Ziyuan didn't speak, just took out an ink fountain from the mustard seeds, flicked it lightly on the bluestone slab of the mountain road, and then looked at Mo Ziqing with burning eyes: "Senior brother, this is fate, this is fate." ”

Mo Ziqing looked at the ink-colored line on the white jade bluestone slab with a solemn expression, and laughed when he looked at it.

It's getting dark.

But Mo Ziqing's eyes brightened.

On another mountain road, a little fat man carried several large packages like ants setting up a home, crawling with difficulty, muttering while climbing: "Mozi, you old guy, what you advocate is not good, what you have to advocate for funeral festivals, I can't open the pot anymore." ”

After saying that, the little fat man punched a tiger-shaped trap beast that appeared on the mountain road.