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Chapter 135. There are still ten hours of waiting, and I feel like there are monkeys crawling all over my body

The man standing in front of the sturdy man was barefoot, with straw sandals hanging around his waist and dressed like a farmer in coarse linen clothes.

No, rather than being dressed like a farmer, judging from the calluses on his hands and feet, he is definitely a farmer.

But just now, others called him "Mozi".

Mozi, whose real name was Mo Di (di, second tone).

The founder of Mohist school of thought proposed such viewpoints as "universal love", "non-aggression", "respect for the virtuous", "respect for unity", "Heaven's will", "understanding of ghosts", "non-fatalism", "non-music", "simple burials" and "thrifty spending". With universal love as the core and thrift and respect for the virtuous as the fulcrums, he created a whole set of scientific theories with outstanding achievements in geometry, physics and optics.

Mohism, along with Confucianism, is known as a "famous school of thought."

During the Warring States Period, there were hundreds of schools of thought, and they were known as "either Confucianism or Mohism."

Around Mozi, who looked like an old farmer, were a large number of mechanical beasts made of wood and bronze, including cows, horses, dogs, foxes, and eagles.

Seeing that after a round of volleys, the clothes were only damaged, and the hardened body underneath was not affected at all, Mozi lowered his head and thought, "Just to make you lose your courtesy, it seems that stronger materials and energy are needed."

As he spoke, Mozi made a waving gesture, and then many mechanical beasts turned into flowing water. The water flow completely ignored the existence of gravity and directly gathered into the shape of a bronze sword in Mozi's hand.

"I want to get rid of that beast." Mozi asked, "Confucius, will you come with me?"

Confucius pondered for a while, then nodded and said, "Together, but my students are not around at the moment, so it is difficult to wipe out that area. Your disciples should not be around either."

"After the Fire awakened us, we were all alone, not just you and me." Mozi looked into the distance, "I plan to go to other places to look for other disciples who have been awakened by the Fire. Gather them together and get rid of that beast."

"If I meet your disciples on the road, I will let them know where you are."

As he spoke, Mozi had already set off, and when he finished speaking, his figure disappeared without a trace.

Only Confucius with torn clothes was left there.

Confucius, whose name was Qiu and whose courtesy name was Zhongni.

The founder of Confucianism has dominated the mainstream thought of this land for nearly two thousand years.

Mozi had already gone far away, and Confucius had no reason to stay any longer. When he was about to leave, he heard a shout from not far behind him.

"Wait... please wait a moment..."

There was no one else in the place except himself. When Confucius realized that the other party was calling him, he turned around and the first thing that caught his eye was two people in strange clothes.

Not only were his clothes strange, but his hair was also strangely short.

The ends of the hair are straight, as if they were cut by a sharp weapon rather than burned, which seems to be a voluntary choice.

Confucius asked softly, "What's the matter with you calling me?"

Only when he got closer did Mo Hao realize how unusual Confucius' height was.

According to historical records, Confucius was nine feet and six inches tall, which should be between two meters and two meters and two centimeters tall.

What kind of concept is that?
When walking on the street, everyone is more than a head shorter than me. I have to look up at everyone and look down on everyone.

This height alone is enough to create a strong pressure.

He took out dried meat from the bag. It was the harvest from the Palace of Prince Qi. Considering that he would stay in Taixu Realm for a while, Mo Hao specially brought food that could be preserved for a long time when he went out.

Mo Hao held the dried meat in both hands and handed it over respectfully, "I want to learn from you."

Mo Di left too quickly and disappeared before he could even speak. Judging from his words, he must have left the area. So the remaining sage Mo Hao naturally would not let him leave, and he also considered various things.

To join a certain school of thought or doctrine is not something that can be done simply by saying that you want to join it.

Each doctrine has its own prerequisites for admission.

Among all the schools of thought, the admission requirement of Confucianism should be the lowest.

After all, the founder of Confucianism advocated "teaching without distinction", and he had a large number of disciples and students.

Mo Hao was also nervous, although the most fundamental purpose of this trip was to find one of the Nine Cauldrons and join a certain doctrine, in order to seek help from the sages and recast the King Fire to complete the job transfer task.

However, considering the chaotic environment in Taixu where there was almost no stable way to walk, he felt that it would be unlikely to encounter the Nine Cauldrons or the sages in the short term. In addition, he did not have accurate information about the sages, so he did not make any corresponding plans.

After all, a plan made without sufficient intelligence can only be an imperfect fantasy.

However, at this time, Mo Hao had to give it a try, because he couldn't be sure when he would meet the sage next time.

After a while, I felt my hands lighten, and then I heard the question, "Do you know the six arts?"

The six arts of Confucianism are rites, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and mathematics.

Looking at the looks of Mo Hao and the other man, Confucius felt that they probably did not know etiquette or music, because they did not perform any greetings after they called out to him.

As for music, ordinary people don’t understand it, and Mo Hao doesn’t look like an official.

In fact, Confucius was already prepared for the other party not to know anything and to have to teach from scratch.

It would not be a big deal for him to teach the first student who came to learn from him after being awakened from the beginning.

But Mo Hao's answer was a little unexpected, "I have learned some arithmetic, but not the rest."

Except for the knowledge of rites and music among the six arts of Confucianism, in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, one could not even learn them without a certain status and family background.

Shooting refers to the military archery technique, which includes five types of shooting: Baishi, Canlian, Yanzhu, Xiangchi and Jingyi.

Driving is the technique of controlling a horse-drawn chariot.

Mo Hao had only heard of these two things. He himself had very little experience with bows and arrows, let alone horses. Before traveling through time, one could not afford a horse without a wealthy family.

Mo Hao knows calligraphy and writing, but what he doesn't know is the writing of this world and this era.

Because of the erosion of the Taixu Realm, he can understand the local characters and communicate with the locals, but he cannot write the characters here.

It was a pleasant surprise to hear that Mo Hao knew math.

"What's your name?"

"Mo Hao, no words."

"Okay, you can call me teacher from now on." Confucius nodded, "That's right, let's first find a place to stay in the city, and then start today's class."

As soon as these words were spoken, Mo Hao immediately received the message.

[Job transfer task ③: Finding talents, completed! ]

(End of this chapter)