The next day. The snow cleared, and the black and white hall was full of people, there were two rows of armor soldiers standing on the snow-covered steps, and more than a dozen puppets squatting under the steps, Tong Hua stood under the sculpture in front of the hall door and watched Yin Wudao hold the black and white sword through the crowd and walk towards the steps.

For the children of the Mo family, today is a big day, the black and white sword that has disappeared for more than 20 years has finally returned, and there is also a man in black who returned to Baicheng with it, and this man in black actually wants to challenge the status of Juzi.

Mojia and Taoism, Confucianism, Legalism, and famous masters are different, hundreds of schools of thought are blooming on the land of Zhongzhou, each has a leader for a while, but this leader is only a symbol of knowledge, and the children of each family are also loose in Zhongzhou, only the children of the Mo family are tightly hugged together, obeying the orders of the supreme leader Juzi, and this Juzi is not only the soul figure, but also the highest power representative. The reason is very simple, since the day the Mo family was born, the essence of both love and non-attack was not recognized by the princes, in this world of great controversy, in the eyes of many princes, the Mo family children who advocated both love and non-attack are some things that have more than enough success and more than failure, and the princes hate their set of doctrines of sympathy for the weak, and they hate their ability to defend the city.

Just imagine, when you finally feel that you are strong enough to bully your neighbor who used to bully you, and suddenly a group of people climb your neighbor's wall, make all kinds of mechanical devices, and stop you under the city gate, that feeling is like being slapped on the ass in the middle of peeing. Of course, there must be someone who can't help but say that since the Mo family sympathizes with the weak, therefore, those weak princes will definitely be grateful to the Mo family children who helped them, however, this is not the case.

Eight hundred princes, eight hundred thoughts, there must be differences in those thoughts, but there must be one thing in common, and that is the desire to be strong, and there is no prince who does not desire to be strong, because weakness means destruction. And after the weak princes become stronger, what they have to do will inevitably be what the children of the Mo family do not want to see. As a result, there was a period of darkness for the Mo family, when they were expelled, even arrested, and became the public enemies of almost all the princes.

In the end, in order to survive, the children of the Mo family had to hug each other, came to Moyuan Mountain, and built the world's first male city in the place of Mozi's enlightenment, and naturally formed a hierarchical Mo family system, and the top of the system is of course the black family's juzi. It is a kind of sorrow, and the root of love and mutual benefit is trust, but since the day the White City was established, they have lost the trust of the princes. Because Baicheng has become a vassal state, and Juzi is already a prince.

Subconsciously, the princes were actually hostile.

"Because of survival."

Yin Wudao walked through the crowd with his sword in his hand, walking through the dozen or so huge puppets, these puppets looked strange, some had wings, some had sharp horns, and some had their mouths wide open, walking among them, shrouded in their shadows, no one could be calm. However, Yin Wudao is an exception, because they are just a tool, and only those who have this power are the true children of the Mo family.

"The sword has two edges, one side guards, and the other side repells the enemy."

Drilling down from a puppet, the puppet rumbled and moved, bending its head to look at Yin Wudao, it had a pair of crimson eyes, those eyes were bigger than fists, and it was spitting firelight one by one, Yin Wudao stretched out his hand and pressed it on one of its teeth. At that moment, the puppet's eyes closed, no, to be precise, the bearing in its body stopped, and the flames disappeared layer by layer.

"White City is not a vassal state."

"There is nothing wrong with loving and not attacking, and it is not the people of the world who are wrong, but time."

"Time is a situation."

"Today's situation is chaotic, or it will be even more chaotic, but one day, the chaos will be restored."

"The time of the Mo family, the situation of the Mo family, the world is one."

"From small to big, from big to love the world."

"Profit and love, do not attack."

Yin Wudao walked up the steps, his hoarse voice kept ringing, he would inevitably say a word every time he stepped on the steps, the voice was not loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly. At first, no one cared about what he said, and some people even secretly refuted him, but as time went by, those profound truths eventually pointed to a superficial situation, and only under the situation that the world was unified would the essence of the Mo family be truly embodied.

More and more people began to ponder, and even the eyes of the armored knights standing on the steps involuntarily followed Yin Wudao's footsteps. For the ideal, generation after generation of Mo family children threw their heads, sprinkled blood, more than 20 years ago, they successfully buried the seeds of benevolence in the land of Yin, up to the princes, down to the common traders, all with a compassionate and benevolent heart, however, the end was tragic, the brutal Song barbarian used his conspiracy and force to forcibly take its life. Since then, the Mo family has been divided into two, and one part has wandered around the world, like a lost dog, and even that unwavering heart has cracked, replaced by confusion. The other part returned to the White City, they endured humiliation, they howled in their memories, they needed great strength, so they built the White City more majestic, and had the strength not weaker than the ordinary princes, however, as the White City became stronger and stronger, as the armor on their bodies became heavier and heavier, their hearts were also bound by the walls and armor, and they would never shine externally. Yes, Baicheng is already a vassal state, and the vast Moyuan Mountain is their territory, even if Yonggong wants to attack here, he will pay a heavy price.

"The blood has solidified, like the water in the black river."

"The essence of the Mohists requires great power to achieve, and even conspiracy is needed, however, power and conspiracy are not the only way. Moreover, this conspiracy can only be frightening. ”

"To the north of the Song Kingdom, the new Yin Kingdom has been established, and I am not here to beg you, let alone deprive you of the right to live. I'm just here to ask you, where are the children of the Mo family now? ”

"Where are the children of the Mo family now!"

Ascending the last step and standing under the two tall sculptures, Yin Wudao faced the gate of the Black and White Palace, with his back to the thousands of Mo family disciples under the steps, and pulled out the black and white sword.

……

The path of conscience is a path of no return.

The flowing water was still tinkling, like silk and bamboo wind music, kneeling on the high platform at the end of the road and staring at Yin Wudao opposite.

The bird is dressed in white, and Yin Wudao is dressed in black, black and white are opposed.

"I didn't kill you, I fished you out of the black river, and I asked you to challenge me openly, but I didn't expect you to encourage my people to oppose me. Yin Wudao, Yin Wudao, in fact, you are the same as me. The master is blind, the senior brother and the junior brother are blind, only my eyes can see you clearly, you are a prince, and the hearts of the princes are as dirty as the water in the black river. King Wuying was also a prince back then, and the rebels and rebels began with him. Although your surname is Yin, you have the same surname as the Holy Ancestor, however, you are the same as King Wuying. ”

The ethereal sound swayed in the hall, the white clothes in the fowl swayed in the wind, a gust of wind pounced down from the high platform, extinguishing the hanging lamp on the pillar of the temple, and suddenly, the hall fell into darkness, at the same time, the road of conscience lit up one after another runes, and those runes bent around, constantly changing their appearance and position.

"Come on, Yin Wudao, go through the path of inquiry, I will be in front of you, as long as you kill me, you can get Baicheng. A traitor does not have to follow ancient traditions. ”

"I'm not a traitor, and I'm not you."

Yin Wudao walked on the path of inquiry, the runes were disillusioned at his feet, and his voice was still hoarse: "I am a disciple of the Mo family, and I was once a prince. But that prince has long since died and will never be resurrected, and now, the person in front of you is only a disciple of the Mo family. Princes can't be Juzi, Juzi can't be princes, this is the last words of the Holy Ancestor Immortal before his death, and it is also one of the essentials of the Mo family. In the past 20 years, what you have done is known to everyone in the world, but only the people of Baicheng do not know. And what I want to tell you is that the era of the princes will come to an end, and the Mo family cannot be buried in the grave with you. ”

"I am a giant, not a prince."

"You are a great man, but you do the same thing as the princes, and even more. By exalting good and punishing evil, you have built a huge and incomparable net among the princes of the world, and wherever there is conquest, there are traces of the net. ”

"The chaos is restored, do you think only you know?"

"The water in the Black River does not melt into the sea. Thousands of traces will eventually be revealed, and at that time, the Mo family will perish. It would be a joke to love each other and benefit each other. The blood attached to the children of the Mo family in the past generations will be in vain. ”

Yin Wudao stepped on it, and the last rune was shattered under his feet, he walked to the high platform and looked up at the birds on the platform: "Aren't you strange, why didn't I die on this road?" You have changed the runes on the path of inquiry, but it is precisely because of this that I can see you clearly, and I can take the right path. In terms of swordsmanship, he is not my opponent at all. ”

When Yin Wudao finished walking the road of inquiry, the hanging lamp was also lit.

The snow is fluttering, and the eyes of the birds are as sharp as eagles.

"I said a long time ago, look at the darkness in the dark, you are just like me. If I can't be a big man, neither can you. Don't forget, in addition to the black and white sword, the Mo family also has the ink heart flower. Tonghua. ”

"Tonghua is here."

Tonghua walked up from the other side of the high platform, holding a piano in his arms, and a sword was hidden in the piano.

Yu Xiangli looked at Tonghua with satisfaction, she was his proudest disciple and his last chess piece, Yin Wudao had already gone through the road of conscience, and the next puppet mountain and Moyuan Lake must not be difficult for him, puppet art and disguise art have always been what he is good at, and even once received the highest praise from the ancestors, then, everything will inevitably point to the end, that is, the final challenge.

"Tonghua, accompany your uncle."

Tonghua's swordsmanship is incomparably exquisite, it is a well-deserved first place in Moyuan Mountain, that is, in the land of Zhongzhou, her swordsmanship should also be ranked in the top three, not to mention competing with the world's first swordsman Meng Qi, at least she can fight with Yin Wudao to a draw, and Mo Xinhua has the qualifications to inherit Juzi.

Yin Wudao squinted at Tonghua, Tonghua was also looking at him, the master was opposite, and the flying of every strand of hair was enough to cause a thunderous battle.

"Hahaha......"

Yu Xiangli laughed, he is not rare at all, what he cares about is the power of the Mo family, Tonghua has been brought up by him since she was a child, if she makes a big man, then the Mo family still belongs to him. Puppets, not just inanimate wood and iron. Even if you can incitement everyone against me, so what? The White City is still the White City, and the rules are still the rules.

"Master, Tonghua, Tonghua......"

Suddenly, Tonghua knelt down and knelt in front of Yu Xiangli, she didn't look at her master, but silently picked off the black and white flowers on her wrists and put them on the ground.

"Tonghua doesn't want to be a big man."