The next day, Mao Shizheng.

On the second floor of the Middle Rooftop, there were less than 100 people present.

Sun Qing and Fan Chen stood on the left and right respectively, followed by some high-crowned Bo belts, blue and black eyes, haggard faces, and the whole body was quite clean and tidy.

Wei Yizhi had been with the Mo family for a while, and he was very familiar with this style of painting.

Therefore, he didn't think about it, and he knew that these people who could participate in the ceremony must be the most outstanding Mojia sages in the Zhao Kingdom.

It stands to reason that the top Mohist scholars are at least a "doctor" title.

Look at the clothes of these people, and it is true.

But compared to wrestling with the Legalists in the court, the Mohist powers, who were very aware of the national policy of the Zhao Kingdom, did not hesitate to give up the frontal battlefield and chose to manufacture ordnance for the Zhao Kingdom, as well as a series of strange things - this is mostly due to their personal hobbies.

If it weren't for the fact that the Mo family was quite powerful in Zhaoguo, with thousands of disciples, all of whom were capable of literature and martial arts, and who were not suffering from farming in the fields, who were not cheap in pondering tools, and whose thinking was still very eclectic, many new things from the concept map to the physical completion were far from so fast.

"The Mo family, have most of them chosen to become dependents?" Wei Yizhi thought in his heart, "There is also the person from the temple who is Lord Guowu, and the same is true for Lord Bu?" ”

For the group of "dependents", Wei Guo really didn't receive much information, and he only said that it was a group of chengdan, palace slaves, and criminals. Now, however, this is not the case.

As for King Zhao...... He took one look and knew that his previous guess was correct.

There was nothing in the king's eyes, and even if he glanced at him, he swept it without any emotion, just as if he were looking at an object.

What a big gap between this and King Wei!

Although there are endless fights within the Ministers of Defense, when facing the king, they often huddle together, so that the king can feel their strength.

In this way, these generations of Wei Wang are often quite polite to the ministers, and they don't talk about what they think in their hearts, but they will do it on the surface.

But for Yin Changying, the reason why he came to such a trip today was completely to give Yin Cheng face.

Although Wei Yizhi was thinking about things, he didn't really get distracted, but walked up to Yin Cheng like a cloud, took the tea handed by Abu, and solemnly held it in front of Yin Xi.

Yin Ji didn't take the teacup, but just put her fingertips on the top of the tea, lightly.

At that moment, Wei Yizhi suddenly felt that the tea cup in his hand was so heavy that it seemed to press his entire body down, until it sank to the bottomless depths of the earth's core.

Then he heard the sound of flowing water.

Knowing that this sound might be brewing danger, Wei Yizhi couldn't control himself for the first time, and subconsciously followed the sound, and saw that not far away, the magnificent waterfall was constantly splashing, but against common sense, it was actually from the bottom up, directly to the sky "falling"!

For some reason, it was difficult for Wei Yizhi to take his eyes off the waterfall.

He tried to control himself from looking, but found that he had inexplicably appeared in front of the waterfall! Just reach out and the waterfall is within reach!

Hand?

By the way, he has ...... in his hands

Wei Yizhi lowered his head, but found that the source of the waterfall was between his hands!

I?

He tried to spread his hands, and the waterfall immediately "wrapped" around his body, like a pair of wings, pushing him up hard, higher and higher, higher and higher!

Down, down, down!

He shouted like this, but a voice in his heart told him, "Rise, rise, rise higher, rise above the white clouds!"

Isn't that what you want to do the most?

The family is like a solid earth, making you grow, but your heart always hopes to be able to get rid of the cage that raised you and bound you, and yearns for the nine heavens!

Carefree, free, and never tied down by anything again.

What a joy it is!

Wei Yizhi was almost confused by his inner voice, immersed in this boundless freedom, fluttering and not knowing why.

But at that moment, the demon statues he had seen before suddenly flashed in his mind.

The speed of soaring, just slowed down.

"Do you want to stop again?" The voice seemed to sense his vacillation, with an unparalleled temptation, "Back in the cage that trapped you?" ”

"I refused to leave for the sake of my family, I refused to leave for my parents, and now I am for Zhaoguo? Or is it for the sake of the world? ”

"Do you remember, when you were nine years old, you fell into the pond? You obviously know that it was the eldest brother who saw you fishing by the pond and pushed you, but there were so many people present at that time, but none of them told the truth. And your parents obviously guessed wrong, but chose to remain silent. After a whole month of high fever, you can only pretend to burn your head and forget about it, so that you can become safe and sound. ”

This is a secret hidden in Wei Yi's heart that no one knows.

Obviously, the eldest brother wanted to murder him, but the subordinates didn't say it, because they knew that the eldest son would never be punished, and they would suffer; Parents, no, at least my mother must have guessed it, but she didn't hide it.

From then on, Wei Yizhi understood that he could only "forget".

Only when he "forgot" did this incident never happen, he and his eldest brother are still good brothers, they are both good sons in the eyes of their parents, a real family.

Because he knows very well that the eldest brother is not a scheming person who can plan carefully and plot to kill another person. Poisoning him is nothing more than an out-of-control act of a momentary evil thought.

If he "does not forget" and does not forgive, what will be waiting for him?

Big brother's murder? Mother's hatred? Father's pain?

Wei Yizhi didn't know.

His choice can only be - not to give anyone a chance to murder him.

"Parents and dearest, who else can you trust? Believe King Zhao, how did he treat Xun Shen? Believe in the National Witch? Could it be that King Zhao wants to kill you one day, and she will attack her own brother for the sake of just one disciple? ”

"If that's the case, why do you have to compromise and why do you have to pay?"

The voice became louder and louder, louder and louder, almost deafening Wei Yizhi's ears, as if this could completely engrave every word on Wei Yizhi's heart.

Wei Yizhi laughed softly, slowly.

I only heard him say slowly: "Why did Lord Xun suddenly change his attitude, I know very well, and you should know it too, right?" After all, you're another me. ”

The voice stopped suddenly.

Wei Yizhi didn't stop, word by word, calm as ever: "My heart is the same as him." ”

"Loyalty to Zhaoguo is not for the family, for King Zhao, for the national witch, but for myself."

"I have already tasted the powerlessness of those who have lost their country once, such pain, forever and ever, there can be no second time!"