Mirror Lake Villa.

Not far from Jinling, it is a quiet paradise, and only a very few people can bypass the winding roads on the periphery to reach the gate of the villa and meet the legendary Bai Gongzi.

And now, a disciple of the Mo family is killing chickens at the gate of Jinghu Villa.

The place where Jinghu Villa is located is on the shore of Jinghu Lake, a delicate courtyard is located on the edge of a jasper-like lake, with winding paths leading to secluded, red flowers and willow green, and the Mo family disciple is carrying a thin pheasant, which looks really a bit sorcerous.

But as if nothing had happened, he moved very quickly, and soon disemboweled, wrapped the pheasant in river mud, and put it in the fire.

The campfire was not large, and he sat lazily flicking the burning branches with the branches in his hand while staring at the gate of the villa.

He had chosen a very clever position, just behind a bush, sitting by the fire, and could see through the branches and leaves to the entrance of the cottage, but if he came out of the cottage, he could not see the fire at all unless he went around behind the bushes.

Then the gates of the lodge opened.

The disciple of the Mo family rushed out, his steps were extremely fast, and he reached the corner of the path in front of the door in a few steps, where he just met the gaze of the maid behind the door.

The maid had an apologetic smile on her face.

The disciple of the Mo family was not much disappointed in his heart, he had long known that Bai Gongzi was not so easy to agree to meet, but the attitude of the maid showed that his efforts had paid off.

"It's ......"

The maid was about to say something, but suddenly stopped.

As soon as Mo arrived.

"Please help me say, Mo Yi wants to see Bai Gongzi. ”

The maid nodded, turned and walked into the villa.

"Juzi. ”

Mo nodded: "You go to the canal, I'm afraid that Bai Gongzi will not come out of the mountain, and turmoil is inevitable." ”

"Okay!" the Mo family disciple sighed, turned around and left, "Is there any hope?"

"Prepare for the worst. ”

Mo Yi lowered his head, and countless thoughts flashed in his heart.

Then he remembered three days in the ashram.

There he reread the remaining memorabilia of the Mo family.

It was a major event that took place over a period of thousands of years, and some Mohists were involved in it, while others were just spectators and knew very little.

Moyi had never read anything before.

The first hundred schools may be inseparable from talent, but in the end, it still depends on hard work, and Mo Yi has no time to read these books.

But after reading it, Mo Yi figured out a lot of things.

So he no longer had hope for Bai Gongzi, and even no longer had hope for whether the difficult situation could be successfully passed.

"There is no prayer for sins in heaven. ”

The door of the villa opened, and the maid brought the news that Bai Gongzi was willing to see Mo Yiyi.

After passing through a crooked but not winding path, passing through a room, and walking on the long bridge leading to the center of the lake, finally, in the pavilion of the island, Mo Yi met Bai Gongzi.

"You might as well go to the canal here. ”

"The Cao Gang is in danger, are you really ready to stand by and watch?"

"The Cao Gang will naturally take care of themselves. ”

Mo Yi was silent for a moment, he looked at the mockery on Bai Gongzi's face, and wondered in his heart what she really wanted.

"Displaced people don't take care of themselves. ”

"They will," Bai Gongzi looked like he would stand up at any time to let Mo Yi leave, "People will always learn to take care of themselves." ”

"Confucians do this for their reasons. ”

Bai Gongzi suddenly laughed: "I almost forgot, you were the first to choose the emperor, no matter what, he shouldn't ignore you." ”

"In the emperor's heart, it doesn't matter if he abandons farming for pasture or moves the border and forbids the sea, if he can promise Confucianism for the war in the north, he will agree to you for more important things. ”

"Or you. Bai Gongzi stood up, she faced Mo Yi, and showed an extremely dangerous expression, "You have finally learned to think like a real juzi." ”

Mo wanted to laugh from the bottom of his heart, but his smile was drowned before it bloomed, leaving only a twisted corpse on his face, which looked like a simple convulsion: "I know it's difficult, whether it's the emperor or Confucianism, you can be convinced, but those Jiangnan families ......"

"At least it's a little better than the turmoil in the world," Bai Gongzi's expression was not as dignified as Mo Yi's at all, "This is already the best result." ”

"What if it fails?"

Bai Gongzi smiled: "If you really want to succeed, don't ask yourself what to do if you fail." ”

......

The emperor woke up from his sleep, sat restlessly on the bed, looked at the room in the dark, and was silent for a long time.

He had forgotten what he had just slept.

He's the only one here.

Yuan Huang sighed silently, he had rarely dreamed before.

On a table not far away lay the northern and southern tantras, from two people known only to the emperor himself, and there was almost nothing bad news in them.

Yuan Huang believes that this is only for a while, but sometimes, he can't help but wonder if it will be forever.

Then he lay down again and fell asleep.

......

After crossing the river for the second time, the army officially entered the north, and the demons smelled a familiar breath, and the atmosphere in the army changed subtly.

They are eager to fight.

The bloodthirsty impulse is rooted in the bones of every demon, they have not yet lost their instincts, and now, the approaching war makes them impatient.

Wang Baobao carefully controlled the army, and he began to worry that the demon warriors would not be able to resist fighting themselves before they reached the Tiger Pass.

But there is a martial arts, and everything is still under control.

In his hands, the army was fully operational, and every soldier received a clear order, regardless of the thirst for blood and battle.

In Wang Baobao's eyes, the current army is like a walking spider.

Hundreds of scout squads are like the spider's feet, stretching out in all directions, marching north with the army, bringing everything they see back to the spider's brain, the Chinese Tent.

Relying on these scouts and Xiang Wu's planning, Wang Baobao felt that he was almost about to achieve the legendary "strategizing and winning thousands of miles away".

Of course, that's an illusion.

Wang Baobao quickly put away his illusions, and he received a military information from Huguan.

Jochi didn't say a word of nonsense, he sent directly the corpse of a knight and his warhorse—both with the full armor they had as they left the maelstrom.

When this horse carried his former master into the big tent of the Chinese army, everyone inside couldn't help but surround him.

Wang Baobao looked left and right, and was extremely fortunate to find that there were only him, the Nine Emperor Princes, and Xiang Wu here.

"I've never seen it before...... Such, huh...... Stuff ......"

The Nine Emperors couldn't even find the words to describe what was in front of him, something that had never appeared in this world.