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Chi!

One shot fired!

The sonic boom was more powerful than the first one.

Another strike, and the sonic boom is even more powerful!

The next strike produced a sonic boom that was absolutely earth-shattering.

If it weren't for Lao Qi's complete blockade, this single attack would have been enough to wake the entire city from its slumber.

Yes, it was already midnight.

And so, the sonic booms grew stronger and stronger, the sound grew louder and louder, seemingly without end...

In his repeated pursuit of extreme speed, his understanding of guns gradually deepened.

The spear is the ancestor of all weapons!

Guns have two great powers: speed and ferocity.

The two great powers combined, causing the staff in his hand to continuously increase in power...

Time slowly passed.

One hour, two hours...

Dawn breaks in the east!

Zhou Wenju fired a shot, and the sonic boom underwent an unusual change.

It's half as weak as before!

If there were outsiders present, they would probably think that this kid had been crazy all night and had finally exhausted himself.

However, Lao Qi's eyes suddenly widened, as if he had discovered some incredible phenomenon.

Of course he knew that the only way out was to fight to the bitter end!

With a sonic boom, his spear technique blossomed brilliantly, and his spear intent began to sprout.

With each subsequent shot, the sonic boom weakened by three points.

Eighteen shots fired!

Zhou Wenju thrust out his wooden stick without making a sound!

The next moment, he slowly raised his gun.

With this lift, the five mountains within his body and all the meridians in his body seemed to become extensions of the wooden stick in his hand, and a strange and bizarre artistic conception permeated from the five mountains.

Time and space around us seemed to have completely stood still...

The birdsong and insect chirps were gone, the waves of the East River were gone, and a few fallen leaves drifted down from the trees, hovering eerily in the air. The shot pierced through the leaves, which were then swept into a rainbow of light and vanished without a trace.

Old Qi suddenly stood up.

Zhou Wenju slowly raised the wooden stick in his hand. A gust of wind blew, and the stick turned into dust, which was then swept away by the wind...

"Young master, I... I have an idea that goes against the master's wishes." Old Qi's face was flushed.

"Huh?" Zhou Wenju clapped his hands, brushing away the bits of the broom handle.

Old Qi said, "Young Master, you have completed all three realms of the Soaring Dragon Thorn in one night. This is unheard of in the path of cultivation. Perhaps you are right, Young Master. You are truly suited for the path of meridian cultivation."

"What do you mean I'm right? Did I ever say I wanted to pursue the path of meridian cultivation? I've always told you it's just something I do in my spare time..."

"Practicing in my spare time...Young Master, are you...wanting to back out again?" Old Qi's eyes widened.

"Old Qi, I know what you're thinking. You think my talent in pulse cultivation is unparalleled, and we shouldn't waste it. We should strive to advance in this field. But I'm so conflicted! I admit I do have extraordinary talent in pulse cultivation, but my talent in literary cultivation is equally outstanding. I'm amazing in both fields. How can I choose? There's no more agonizing dilemma in the world! Forget it, let's go! Let's go get something good to eat and soothe my wounded soul..."

Having said that, with a sigh still lingering in the wind, he dusted himself off and walked away briskly...

Old Qi looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

My mind went blank with a frantic outpouring of thoughts.

Young master, could you be any more arrogant?

Are you in pain?

Do you still need to soothe your wounded heart?

Aren't you afraid that all the literary and spiritual cultivators in the world will collectively question the meaning of life?

His gaze fell on the county government office, and his heart skipped a beat...

My God! Last night, this kid left me in that rented courtyard. Bah! To hell with that rented courtyard! Others may not know, but I, Old Qi, know that this kid looted a huge amount of silver notes from the Cangshan Sect. He didn't take any of the cash, not because he was noble, but simply because he couldn't carry it...

In conclusion, this courtyard is definitely not rented! He bought it!

Last night I stayed in the courtyard by myself, constantly stimulated by this kid's crazy progress.

Everyone forgot about the old man.

Yesterday was the first night that the Anmin Announcement was released.

The He and Li families have truly "broken through the defenses." Let's hope they don't sneak into the county government office in the dead of night and turn this magistrate into a headless one...

He moved his feet quickly, taking three steps at a time, and entered the county government office in the blink of an eye.

Upon entering the county government office, the familiar quiet prevailed; upon entering the study, the familiar master stood there, his head still intact…

Ok!

Zhou Liangsheng looked up: "What is that unfilial son doing?"

A familiar inquiry.

"Young master...Young master was studying! He studied hard all night and just went to sleep." Old Qi made up a lie with difficulty.

I have to lie, because for what's to come to pass, the master needs to be in a good mood...

Regardless of the consequences, let's satisfy the master's interests and hobbies first.

Zhou Liangsheng's face indeed broke into a smile, and he let out a long sigh: "Excellent! With such ambition and perseverance, one can achieve great things!"

"Master, the young master has made a suggestion..." Old Qi recounted Zhou Wenju's cash distribution plan.

Zhou Liangsheng frowned deeply: "This unfilial son, he's still... still incorrigible! What has become of our county government now? Robin Hood-like outlaws who rob the rich to help the poor?"

"Master, there's no need to overthink it," Old Qi said. "His Majesty has issued an imperial edict ordering you to pacify the people of the entire county within half a month. Ten days have already passed... If we follow your plan, young master, the people of Qishan will instantly become the happiest people among the ten prefectures of Lingnan, and the policy of pacifying the people will truly be implemented."

"Peace for the people...peace for the people..." Zhou Liangsheng paced slowly, "But I am uneasy..."

"I would like to ask you a question, sir, but it would be disrespectful to ask such a question..." Old Qi hesitated.

"What kind of situation is this? Why are you still talking about respect and disrespect? Just ask!" Zhou Liangsheng glared at him.

Old Qi took a deep breath: "Very well, then I shall dare to ask... In your heart, sir, which is more important, the peace of one's own conscience or the peace of the people?"

Zhou Liangsheng fell silent...

I gazed out the window for a long time...

Finally, he slowly turned around, his face full of struggle: "Old Qi, you've finally asked a question I can't answer... Do as that rebellious son says, and do it quickly! Don't make me change my mind!"

"yes!"

Old Qi turned and left...

This day was destined to be the New Year for the 300,000 people of Qishan County...

Yes, although it's only the winter month according to the seasons, and there's still more than a month until the New Year.

However, with the complete opening of the Qishan pattern of "one whale falls, all things grow", the 300,000 people of Qishan County can celebrate the New Year ahead of schedule.

A notice posted yesterday announced that every resident had been allocated land.

Today, a notice was posted, and everyone received one tael of silver.

Tell me, in the whole world, which county's people can be so happy?

It is now the eleventh month of winter, and the distant north is completely covered by winter snow.

The Mohist school, one of the eighteen sage schools of literature and Taoism, only revealed the Moqing Lake, which shimmered like the eyes of winter in the freezing cold.

It's not that the temperature in the north is insufficient to freeze Moqing Lake solid, but rather that the Mo family, a sacred family of literature and Taoism, has altered the seasons on a small scale.

Mo Ziyi stood in the courtyard, staring at the plum tree in front of her, seemingly lost in thought.

The plum blossoms on that day seemed to be in bloom.

A month has passed, and it's still just the beginning of the flowers blooming.

Plum blossoms are quite stubborn in some ways; they only bloom when the season is right, whether in the south or the north, they don't care what the actual temperature is.

"Miss, are you looking at these plum blossoms and thinking about the saying 'The flowers are similar year after year, but the people are different year after year'?" Rou'er's voice came from behind.

Mo Ziyi rolled her eyes at her: "Missing your Brother Zhou again?"

"It's not that I miss him, I just think you miss him..."

"My God, what did your mother feed you this time you went back to her side? I think your head is full of nonsense!" Mo Ziyi turned around and stepped into the corridor behind her.

"My mother really told me a lot of things she had never said before," Rou'er said.

"Hmm? What shocking things did you say this time?"

"What do you mean by shocking the world? I think my mother is absolutely right. For example, she said that when a woman grows up, she'll eventually have a man who benefits from her. If she chooses the right one, both the man and she will benefit in this life. If she chooses the wrong one, only the man benefits, and the woman suffers terribly. The gist is that when the time comes, you have to do what you're supposed to do. When you meet the right person, you can't be too reserved..." Rou'er leaned closer: "Miss, I'd like to share these words with you..."

"Strive together with me? Forget it, it's enough that you two, mother and daughter, strive together..." Mo Ziyi was speechless.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the sky.

It carries a unique literary and philosophical brilliance.

A streak of light flashed across the sky, and a figure landed in her small courtyard.

It was Mo Wushuang, the holy son of the Mohist school.

"Greetings, elder brother!" Mo Ziyi bowed gracefully.

Rou'er also composed herself, her face regaining its composure, and obediently bowed.

"Girl, come inside and talk!" Mo Wushuang stepped directly onto the corridor and entered the tea room.

Rou'er quickly went inside to pour tea.

With a soft hum, a drop of tea separated, enveloping them in a layer of mist, thus cutting off the sounds of string and wind instruments coming from somewhere outside.

"Brother, what happened?" Mo Ziyi sensitively caught this signal.

Mo Wushuang slowly raised her head: "Do you know what has become of those who traveled with you in the past?"

Former fellow travelers!

He didn't explicitly say so, but Mo Ziyi's heart skipped a beat: "Something happened to him?"

"It's not exactly a disaster, just a few major incidents!" Mo Wushuang said, "The first thing was that after he entered Lingnan, he created a new poetic style on Gushan Mountain north of Qishan County, wrote a wonderful poem in seven colors, and then opened the Daohai."

Mo Ziyi's eyes suddenly shone brightly: "This is no big deal for him!"

"Indeed, this was not a big deal for him, but it was a milestone for Lingnan. Once this poetic form was established, the course of history changed. Qishan County was removed from the label of 'literary ineptitude,' and all the literati of Qishan benefited from it!"

Mo Ziyi's heart pounded.

Her mind was in turmoil just now, and she momentarily forgot about the special Heavenly Dao of Lingnan.

Now that her brother had revealed the results, her heart soared to the clouds.

This is him!

A master of ci poetry!

When he entered Lingnan, the natural order, which was previously inaccessible due to the lack of communication between the literary and the moral communities, was changed because of him!

"My brother said he's been involved in a few major events..." Mo Ziyi forced herself to calm down, emphasizing the word "a few".

Several major events, not just one.

What else is there besides this one?

What other earth-shattering literary and artistic achievements have been made?

Mo Wushuang's expression was very serious: "He created a divine weapon, a famous spear!"

"Qi Dao?"

"Yes! It's the Way of Weapons! People say this 'spear' uses the Way of Weapons of the Mohist School!" Mo Wushuang said, "But you should also know, my sister, there is no such worldly divine weapon in the Way of Weapons of the Mohist School that has a range far exceeding that of a bow and arrow, a speed of fire far exceeding that of a bow and arrow, can fire in rapid succession, and can even be used to kill women and children!"

Mo Ziyi's eyes slowly widened: "Its rate of fire and range far exceed those of a bow and arrow; it can fire in rapid succession. Could women and children use it to kill?"

She naturally understood how incredible these words were in the realm of artifact crafting.

"That's right!" Mo Wushuang said, "He mobilized the villagers, and with this gun, wiped out the powerful families of the two high-ranking officials in Qishan County, including the He family's thousand guards, and even the entire Cangshan Sect!"

Mo Ziyi was utterly shocked: "The Cangshan Sect? The sect leader is from the Dao Flower Realm of the Cangshan Sect?"

Rou'er chimed in, "Yes, Miss asked me to investigate the power in Qishan County last time, and I found out very well. The sect leader of Cangshan Sect, Li Yuancang, is a Dao Flower Realm cultivator and is also the elder brother of Li Zhongze, the Vice Minister of War in the imperial court."

Judging from this statement, although Mo Ziyi bid farewell to Zhou Wenju at Pingfeng Ridge, she still cared about him and even specifically looked up the basic situation of Qishan County.

But Mo Ziyi's focus at this moment was: This kind of gun can actually destroy a cultivation sect?

If that's true, then this gun really can be called a "divine weapon"!

"The matter of the destruction of the Cangshan Sect is shrouded in mystery, difficult to explain or conclude for the time being. Let's put it aside for now!" Mo Wushuang said, "I've come to see you today for one thing, and it's very important."

"Brother, please speak!"

"I just checked, and this spear is not recorded in the Heavenly Dao Records," Mo Wushuang said. "The Grand Elder is already taking action, and I don't want them to get there first. Therefore, my sister must travel day and night to Qishan!"

The woman in dark purple robes understood perfectly.

She knew her brother was anxious!

A magical weapon called the gun suddenly appeared, and the Mohists have known nothing about it until now.

This is extremely embarrassing.

Why?

Because there is a long-standing consensus in the world: the most important artifacts in the world come from the Mo family.

Such a divine weapon that completely changed the nature of warfare has appeared, but it does not belong to the Mohist school. Tell me, how can the Mohist school, as the school of weaponry, save face?

Therefore, the entire Mohist school was now in complete agreement.

Immediately travel to Qishan in Lingnan, obtain the structural diagram of this spear, and present it to Heaven beforehand.

What is the meaning of presenting it to the Way of Heaven?

Similar to trademark registration in modern society...

This is a way to assert sovereignty.

As the Holy Son of the Mo Clan, Mo Wushuang definitely had a bottom line in this matter.

He was pleased to see that the gun maker belonged to the Mohist school.

However, he was unwilling to let the people from Mo Tang make such a great contribution.

He even found it ironic.

Mo Tang refused to let him enter the sect.

Now that he's achieved something, you want to profit from it remotely?

You're so lucky!

That's why he told Mo Ziyi to set off immediately and find Zhou Wenju first.

His meaning was clear: he wanted Zhou Wenju to hand over the gun manufacturing blueprints to Mo Ziyi, who would then report them to the Heavenly Dao. This would bring two major benefits.

Firstly, the creator of the artifact belonged to the Mohist school.

Secondly, by leveraging Mo Ziyi's tremendous achievement, they can further expand the influence of the Mo family and truly establish a rivalry with the Mo family.

Meanwhile, the Mohist school was already in turmoil.

A month ago, he used the influence of Zhou Wenju’s Nanyang Poetry Gathering to stir up the waters of the Mo family, which dealt a heavy blow to the Mo family and initially formed his own team.

However, how could the accumulated wisdom of the Motang Hall, spanning over a thousand years, be so easily suppressed?

With their current small team, they are simply not strong enough to compete; they need to increase their stakes again...

The news of the gun shocked Elder Mo.

To him, this was an opportunity...