The night was very thick, and a little spark was swaying.

Thunderstorms came from outside the window, and the sound was heard.

Midsummer has arrived, there is a lot of rain, a little ink, covering the sky and the stars, even the bright moon is gone.

There was only a faint light that still bloomed in the dark season, illuminating the suffocating darkness.

The tall and burly figure of a giant hid in the darkness, holding a candle in his hand, looking at the letter in front of him word by word.

The resolute and calm gaze looked through those words, looking at the earthly beings who were still struggling on the endless land in the distance, and the color of sorrow became stronger.

The more aware a person is of the world, the more distant the cries can be heard.

In the summer of the thirty-seventh year of Zong Ming, the news of Zhang Qihan's defeat of the Hengjie Mountain Range finally spread throughout the territory of Dayue.

In just over a month, the eighteen anti-thieves rose together.

Among the eighteen road thieves, the Huang Dynasty and Huang Tianjun who started the incident in Yangzhou, as well as the leader of the White Lotus Sect and its followers in Yuzhou, are the most.

Raise your arms and shout, the world is against you!

In the face of the already overstretched and exhausted Dayue of the Four-Nation Alliance, and the endless internal rebellion, how can it be a mess.

The countermeasures above the temple can be summed up in nothing more than four words.

Conscription, tax increases.

Conscription to repel the enemy, increase taxes and pay money and food.

It can't be said that there is a fault, but it is just that it does not give a way to live.

Thinking that the people are patriotic requires the people to selflessly contribute to the country, which is to consume the people's loyalty to the country.

There are moments when parents lose patience with their children......

Thousands of dead knots will eventually turn into reins and strangle this dying kingdom.

Murky didn't make any movement for a long time.

The closed wooden door was suddenly pushed open, and Gong hurriedly walked in, the sound of wind and rain poured into the room, and the small fire candles flickered and flickered, casting shadows that seemed to be ten thousand feet high, constantly lengthening and shortening.

The drenched Gong came to Moqiu's side anxiously, and said in a deep voice: "Giant, tomorrow Emperor Ming will hold a big sacrifice in front of the Wanshou Immortal Palace, this time the people in the palace actually summoned you to participate, and his intentions are sinister, you must not be investigated!" ”

Since the incident in Yuzhou last year, Moqiu's reputation has been greatly enhanced, and he is stronger than the Yellow Dynasty and the White Lotus Sect Master.

After all, who doesn't like a chivalrous man who serves the country and the people?

Although outsiders can't stand the hardships and strict system of the Mo, they also respect the Mohists, and even refer to Moqiu as Mozi.

This fame, which is somewhat transcendent from the outside world, is different from the temple, and it is the morality that is truly earned by the blood and sweat of the ink and maintained with the life of the inker.

With the hearts of all the people, doing righteous things, and saving lives in the sea of suffering, there is no group of people in this world who are more open and proud than them.

Emperor Zongming's summons obviously did not value the morality of the Mo family, but wanted to use the power of the Mo family to conquer those rebels.

It has been ten years since the Mo family was founded, and it was not until the wolf smoke everywhere that Emperor Zongming finally remembered that there was still a Mo family that could be used.

What the did you go there earlier?

Above the temple, the rotten wood is the official; Between the palaces and majestys, birds and beasts eat Lu. The wolf-hearted dogs are in charge, and the servants are in power. If the Mo family and the like abandon it like a shoe, when the country is about to become a country, I think of them, where is there such a good thing!

The blood of the ink can be shed, but it cannot be so vain.

"Emperor Zong Ming just wants to use us as a knife, once you pass, you will definitely be hyped up, and at that time, it will be difficult to get out! Even if the ink master has no intention of chasing the deer, he should not step into such a whirlpool! ”

Gong said eagerly, and after getting the news, he came in the heavy rain, for fear of being a step late.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Otsuki has come to an end.

Why should the Mo family be polluted with filth at such a time?

If you can't turn the tide and help the building to fall, it's better to wait for the broken bricks and tiles to be clean, and then clean up the broken mountains and rivers from the beginning, it's better than staying in the emperor and not being reused, not to mention, there are constraints everywhere!

Can the Yellow Dynasty and the White Lotus Sect Master be stronger than the Mo Master?

On the benevolent and loving people, who can compare with the ink master for thousands of years!

Looking at the restless Gong, Murqiu said, "It's too much. ”

"What?" Gong was stunned for a moment, but did not understand.

Moqiu pointed to the letters coming from all over the world in front of him, and repeated: "There are too many people who want to make a career. ”

His eyes looked out of the door, as if he saw the scene of the heroes rising up in the Great Moon Territory, and the soldiers were in chaos.

"If you have the ability, you always want to make a career. One by one, they scrambled to be the first, for fear of being a little slower than others. But that career will inevitably fall into fame and fortune in the end. ”

Murmur spoke, his swarthy face unusually calm.

As early as more than ten years ago, his martial arts have reached the top of the world, if he really wants fame and fortune, why bother to create a Mo family thanklessly? Not to mention that after getting the fairy fate, I would rather give it to Emperor Zongming to quell the disaster in Yuzhou.

"In today's world, the strong rob the weak, the tyrannical widows, the deceitful and the foolish, the noble and the lowly. No matter how beautiful the original intention is, once it is mixed with profits, it will all change.

What we have to do is never to put out fires with salaries, but to keep the fire out of our salaries. Mo Qiu looked at his disciple and said seriously.

"You ......"

Gong's lips were open, and he wanted to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, they seemed to be stuck in his throat, and his cheeks were hot.

I don't know whether to say that the pattern of the ink master is too big, or if his own pattern is too small.

"The road trip, the world is for the public. The people of our generation should establish their hearts for heaven and earth, establish their lives for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations!

Those who can't do my best can have no regrets, who can ridicule them? ”

Moqiu put down the letter in his hand, and finally made up his mind.

Boom Boom –

Thunder slashed down from the sky, and the sky and the earth were pure white.

The sound of the thunderstorm is getting fainter and smaller, and the rain will eventually pass.

The benefits of the world are rejuvenated, and the harm of the world is eliminated. Speaking of pride, falling into the facts, there will always be all kinds of worries.

But now there's nothing to worry about...... It can't get any worse.

Gong's breathing couldn't help but become short.

We should establish our hearts for heaven and earth, establish our lives for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations!

Even if just hearing it is enough to make people enthusiastic and boiling, it is something they have always done.

Knowing that it can't be done is the most precious thing.

The fire is there, and its own moths will throw it.

In this world, there are too many pragmatic people, so many that they can't be counted, and there is no need to respect them anymore.

There should always be someone who retreats.

This kind of realization is to know, and how many people can do it?

The reason why Moqiu is Moqiu is because of the unity of knowledge and action.

"Send all the ink masters to Yuzhou."

Mo Qiu waved his hand, and his mind was settled, "Tomorrow I will go to the Wanshou Immortal Palace." ”