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"Purple Robe greets elder brother, I apologize for disturbing you!" Mo Ziyi's purple robes tucked in, and like a bird flying in the sky, she landed in the formation and bowed before Mo Wushuang.

"Alright, alright, I was just speaking offhand. In divination, one captures the mysteries in the process. Chaos is merely the result. The variables of divination have already entered my mind, so it's alright!" Mo Wu waved his hands gently, and the bronze vertical bar in front of him transformed into a foot in his hand.

With no obstacles to block them, the wind and snow fell straight down.

The woman in purple said, "My little sister wants to see her father."

"As you also know, Father is in seclusion and should not be disturbed," Mo Wushuang said.

"I have never bothered you before, but today, I must!" the woman in purple said in a deep voice.

"What happened?" Mo Wushuang was slightly taken aback.

This girl, although only the fourth sister, is extremely sensible and intelligent. She never forces anyone to do anything against their will, and she is not the spoiled girl who always tries to get her father to be affectionate.

"If my fate were to be sealed one day, I would need my father's intervention to have any hope of becoming a pillar of the Mo family."

"A prodigy?" Mo Wushuang laughed. "What kind of prodigy deserves such praise from Fourth Sister?"

There is no shortage of geniuses in the world.

Especially the Holy Family.

Wouldn't any disciple of the Holy Family become a prodigy once they leave the mountain?

Mo Ziyi said, "This person wrote a seven-colored poem and obtained literary talent by fishing in the sea!"

Mo Wushuang's expression suddenly changed...

Seven-colored poems, fishing in the sea?

These eight words alone are enough to earn anyone's attention!

"He was originally an outer disciple of the Mohist school. After acquiring literary talent, he crafted a pure robe and entered the Realm of Reflecting the Heart!"

Mo Wushuang's eyes widened suddenly: "At the level of 'Civil Root,' one can forge Earth-grade clothing?"

"Exactly!" Mo Ziyi said, "After creating this unprecedented miracle for the Mo family, he wrote another seven-colored poem and went fishing in the sea again. All of this happened in just seven days!"

Mo Wushuang slowly closed his eyes, then slowly opened them, his eyes now gleaming with boundless light: "Seven days, twice entering the Dao Sea! With a body imbued with literary talent, he forged an Earth-grade garment! And he's still an outer disciple of my Mo family! How can my Mo family fail to seize this opportunity presented by Heaven? We should bestow upon him a literary heart, so that he may truly serve my Mo family!"

"My thoughts are the same as yours, brother. However, the four elders of the Ink Hall firmly refuse to acknowledge it. Father needs to come out of seclusion and settle things!" Zi Yi was excited. At least, she had successfully reached a consensus with her brother.

Mo Wushuang frowned slightly: "Then why won't you admit it?"

Purple Robe recounted the entire situation...

Mo Wushuang's eyes were slightly closed, his brows twitching incessantly, and his fingers lightly dancing on his thigh. This was his unique way of thinking, as if he were calculating something in his mind...

Finally, Mo Wushuang slowly opened her eyes: "So that's how it is! So that's how it is... Now, things are getting a bit complicated."

"Brother, you..."

Mo Wu gently raised his hands to interrupt her: "The judgment made by the four elders is not wrong! In fact, you and I both know that behind the high-sounding method of refining the Earth-grade Clean Clothes to show the heart of a traitor, there is indeed a hidden selfish intention. And using the Clean Clothes to get rid of the Third Prince was also his original intention."

The woman in purple did not argue.

There are two reasons. First, she knows perfectly well in her heart that her judgment is the same as everyone else's. How could this be a coincidence? It's clearly his scheme. What made her speak up for him wasn't the nature of the matter itself, but rather the question of whether it was right or wrong!

Secondly?

She knew that her brother was different from the four elders, and she didn't need to be hypocritical in front of him.

Mo Wushuang continued, "Although the Mohist way is lofty and high above the clouds, it ultimately needs to be implemented under the secular imperial power. Therefore, the intersection between Huding Mountain and the Prince of Rulan is also reasonable."

At this point, Zi Yi couldn't hold back any longer: "Brother, do you mean that none of them are wrong, but... he is wrong?"

Mo Wushuang shook his head: "He's not wrong! If one doesn't even dare to uphold their bottom line, how can they be considered a human being? How can they be considered a righteous path?"

The woman in purple let out a soft breath: "Therefore, Father needs to come out of seclusion. Even if it means using the Holy Lord's special privileges, we must protect him!"

Mo Wushuang slowly raised his gaze, looking towards the sky, without answering.

Zi Yi said, "Brother, although he is temporarily housed in the Mo family's villa, if the Mo family does not take him in, he will have no choice but to leave the mountain. Once he leaves, the people of the Rulan Prince's Mansion will definitely not let him go. Even if he is not destined to die and escapes, he will surely fall into the hands of other holy families. Then our Mo family will have lost such a literary prodigy! For the sake of affection, Father should take action; for the sake of reason, Father should take action; and for the future of our Mo family, Father should take action even more!"

Mo Wushuang slowly lowered her head: "I know everything Fourth Sister has said, but does Fourth Sister know that Father... Father can no longer take action!"

The woman in purple was terrified: "Brother, what do you mean? What happened to Father?"

Her gaze passed through the inkstone pavilion and landed on the figure sitting facing the wall inside, her face filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Mo Wushuang said, "This matter is of great importance. Originally, only the four elders of Mo Hall and the five of us brothers could know about it. But to avoid you from making wild guesses, I can only tell you today. You must promise me that you will keep it a secret and not reveal it to anyone."

"Okay! Go ahead!"

Mo Wushuang said, "The person in seclusion in the pavilion is not my father. It is merely a sacred image left behind by my father using the great power of literature."

The woman in purple exclaimed in shock, "Where is Father?"

"Thirteen years ago, the Holy Ancestor's Measuring Ruler appeared in the Chaotic Cloud Sea of ​​the Demon Ruins. My father hid away from the mountain to search for news and has not returned since."

The woman in purple's face shifted dramatically.

She understood many things...

She knew why her father had gone to the Demon Ruins.

She knew why her brother was guarding this place.

She also knew why the Grand Elder had become increasingly arrogant, controlling the affairs of the Holy Family and wielding absolute power...

"Brother, you are always wise and resourceful, your plans never fail." The woman in purple sighed softly, "Regarding today's matter, I ask for your advice, brother. What should we do?"

If Father were still alive, asking him to use his divine authority to save someone would be the best option. But now that Father is not actually in the Holy Family, we can only ask our elder brother for advice.

My elder brother is skilled in divination and strategy, and is the foremost person after the Four Elders of the Ink Hall: the Holy Son of the Holy Family.

If anyone could give Zhou Wenju a way out, it would undoubtedly be his elder brother.

Mo Wushuang chuckled softly, "Let me take a look at this prodigy that Fourth Sister spoke of before making a judgment!"

"If my brother is willing to meet him in person, that would be wonderful..." The woman in purple glanced at Yan Ge, then hesitated slightly: "Would it be alright for my brother to leave this place?"

Mo Wushuang laughed: "It's alright! There are very few people in the world who can break through my protective formation!"

With a gentle lift of his hand, the green ruler in his palm suddenly transformed into countless copper bars.

High and low, staggered.

As soon as it landed, the inkstone pavilion in front of it instantly seemed to be far away.

Moxin Villa.

The wind rises and snowflakes swirl.

Zhou Wenju sat in the tea room, gently swirling the teacup in his hand.

His gaze turned to the window, surveying the Ink Green Lake through the invisible array barrier.

He had seen many lakes, but few possessed such a profound and majestic aura. The light boats on the lake resembled warships, and the shores were as solid as an armored fortress. The influence of the Mohist school and its military strategy was very strong...

No wonder some people say that the Mohists were a semi-worldly military strategists.

This is understandable, since the Mohist way, to a certain extent, needs to be interpreted using the principles of military strategy...

Rou'er exclaimed softly from the side, "Miss is back!"

Zhou Wenju raised his eyes, and amidst the swirling snow, a figure in purple robes drifted down and landed in the Mo Xin Courtyard. It was Mo Ziyi.

Zhou Wenju stood up and greeted him with a smile.

"Miss, how is it? Did you give Young Master Zhou Wenshan or Wentan?" Rou'er asked anxiously.

However, after hearing this, Mo Ziyi's face darkened. She walked to the opposite side of Zhou Wenju, picked up her teacup, and took a big gulp.

Zhou Wenju smiled gently: "Miss, don't be upset. I had already expected this outcome."

Mo Ziyi raised her eyes: "You already expected this?"

"Do you remember what I told you that day? It's not that I'm unwilling to join the Mo family with you, but I'm worried that it might cause you trouble."

"Yes, you did say that! I oversimplified the issue..." said the woman in purple.

"Young lady, you don't need to worry about me," Zhou Wenju said. "There's always a path for me to walk!"

"What kind of road?" the woman in purple uttered softly.