In the side hall of Pingyang Mansion, Fei Qian sat opposite a guest who suddenly came to visit. The reason why Fei Qian put Linagu and Yu Fuluo aside first was not because of arrogance or murderous spirit, etc., but because he suddenly had a very special guest here.

The table is not the same as the main hall, only a bowl of water, and nothing else.

It's not that Fei Qian is stingy, but this guest asks for it.

This guest was dressed in a dark kudzu robe, and his complexion was a little lighter because of the long sun exposure, and it was almost black, so that when Fei Qian first saw it, he thought that his brother from Africa had come to visit......

The hair on his head was fastened with a wooden hairpin, and the kudzu garment on his body was tied with hemp rope, and apart from that, there was a walking stick and a burden on his body, and there was nothing but these things.

Simple and simple like a refugee, the pair of straw sandals on his feet are almost worn out, if it weren't for Fei Qian's vague memory of the Han Dynasty, it seems that Buddhism has not had much influence, and he would almost think that he is an ascetic.

This ascetic-like guest, after seeing Fei Qian, frowned slightly, but still nodded, which was regarded as a greeting.

Fei Qian's heart moved, this meeting etiquette......

Under Fei Qian's inquiring gaze, the guest slowly spoke: "...... The surname Mo Mingjie ...... "Maybe it's a long time to speak, or maybe it's the original natural timbre, this Mo Ji's voice is low and hoarse, and he speaks slowly and half a beat, every word seems to burst out under the friction of gold and stone, dry and heavy."

"Mo ......," Fei Qian said hesitantly, "but after Mo Gongzhai?" This made Fei Qian a little surprised, originally when he reported to the guard, he just said that he was a member of the Mo family, but he didn't expect to be surnamed Mo directly, which means that most of them are descendants of Mo Zhai.

Mo Ji nodded slowly.

The surname is Mo Ming, it's a bit interesting.

It has the meaning of outstanding, but also the meaning of brutality.

"I don't know...... What advice do you have when you come here? Fei Qian didn't know what to call Mo Ji better, so after thinking about it, it was better to call it Juzi. The moment is the ruler, which also represents the identity of the Mo family, the chief talent of the Mo family is called the moment, since Mo Ji is a descendant of Mo Zhai, then it should not be a big problem to call the moment.

"A certain ...... Zeng Yuanguan Xinshui Workshop...... A wide range of equipment...... I thought it was ......" Mo Ji glanced at Fei Qian's clothes again, and then fell silent. Of course, in addition to this reason, Mo Jian came to visit Fei Qian because Fei Qian set up an altar of unknown heroes in Pingyang, which made Mo Ji a little surprised, so he also wanted to come and see him.

However, for Mo Ji to appear generously in front of Fei Qian, there are naturally other factors.

Fei subconsciously looked at his clothes, oh, I see.

"A certain ...... Say goodbye......" Mo Ji finished speaking, stood up and was about to leave.

"Moment, stop!" Fei Qian hurriedly left the table and stepped forward to stay, what does it mean to leave without saying a few words just now, "...... I don't know, I have also read the book of the Mo family, and I can be regarded as a half-descendant...... "Fei Qian finally saw a living person, how could he let go easily.

Mo Ji was really interested in this, so he asked, "Whose book is it?" ”

"Read...... Hu Feizi ...... "Fei Qian said.

Although it's just a fragment, it's okay, reading an ancient book that has been handed down and belongs to the forbidden list, this thing can be big or small, just like watching the golden bottle plum during the crackdown in later generations, and being caught at that point is unlucky, but once the limelight passes, it's just like that. As for the matter of the Jingxiang Huang clan, Fei Qian didn't know what Mo Ji was doing this time, so it was hard to say.

Mo Ji was silent for a while, and suddenly sighed: "Hu Feizi...... Forget it......" The expression on his face conveyed an indescribable emotion.

What's that, right?

Fei Qian was a little confused, isn't this Hu Fei a disciple of Mo Zhai, where does "count" start.

It seems that Fei Qian said the reason why he had read the Mo family's books, which made Mo Ji feel a little kinder, Mo Ji sat down again, tilted his head slightly, and said with a faint gaze: "Hu Feizi...... Served the side of the ancestors...... Therefore, it is considered half a disciple......"

Hu Fei is only half of it? Emotional Mozi didn't really accept Hu Fei as a disciple in the end?

This is the first time Fei Qian has heard of this.

All right.

"Zhonglang reads Hu Fei, how do you feel?" Mo Ji was silent for a moment, and then said suddenly.

Fei Qian suddenly felt the kind of sadness that Mo Ji revealed in the plainness. Once upon a time, the Mo family was also an organization that was rampant in the world, and could even influence the military actions of the princes of a place, and it was not a problem to call it the emperor in secret, but now there are not a few left, and even talking about the thoughts of the Mo family, the books of the Mo family have become a luxury.

The farmers in the countryside don't understand, the children of the scholars don't bother to talk, Mo Ji doesn't know how many ups and downs he has experienced all the way, but how many can sit down and talk?

It's no wonder that Mo Ji found the door when he saw those workshops on the bank of the Xinshui River, he must have been lonely, and the full stomach of thoughts brought by this wandering also suffocated Mo Ji, even if it was a faint hope, he would give it a try.

"Hu Feizi's fragments, there are not many expounds on the morality of the Mo family, most of them are described in the five braves......" Fei Qian watched Mo Ji's expectant gaze quickly dim, and his heart was a little unbearable, so he continued, "Yet...... The righteousness of the Mo family is also heard......"

Mo Ji's eyes lit up again, and he said, "Zhonglang, please speak." ”

"Love, non-attack, Shangxian, Shangtong, Tianzhi, Ming ghost, non-life, non-music, festival funeral, festival ......"

As Fei Qian's words popped out, Mo Ji nodded again and again, his eyes revealing that cheerful look, like a person who eats instant noodles every day and finally saw a hearty meal.

"So...... Zhonglang ...... In your opinion...... The righteousness of the Mohists...... Good...... Still is...... Not good? Mo Ji paused, paused, and finally finished the whole sentence with difficulty, and then his tense shoulders tilted slightly downwards as if he had removed something.

Good?

Not good?

This is the simplest criterion, but it is also the deadliest criterion.

Fei Qian looked at Mo Ji, and suddenly felt that the person in front of him was like a child with an extremely pure heart, and then faced with all kinds of indescribable things in society, that kind of helplessness and subversion of concepts.

A robber has done a good deed and a Buddhist disciple has done a bad deed, so who is this bad guy and a good guy? And what kind of standards should there be?

I am afraid that questions like this have been hovering in Mo Ji's heart for a long time, maybe at the beginning, when he learned to travel away from home, he firmly believed that the morality of the Mo family was good, but why did no one follow the good morality?

So if the morality of the Mo family is not good, then what is the value and significance of the pain he has endured for so many years of perseverance?

Fei Qian couldn't help but feel a little difficult, how to say this?