How can one cultivate immortality without learning modern knowledge?

Mo Ziyi slowly stood up, giving her brother a deep look: "Brother, rest assured, your little sister... will set off now!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a hairpin fell from her hair and transformed into a flying boat upon landing.

She and Rou'er soared into the sky.

Mo Wushuang stood in the courtyard, quietly watching the light boat drift across the sky.

Just now, the girl gave him a meaningful look. Mo Wushuang's heart was exquisite and clear, how could he not understand?

He knew he had gone a bit too far today.

Send the girl to him and make him hand over the blueprints for the gun, so that he can relinquish this extraordinary achievement to the Mohists.

That's not fair.

But what can be done?

Who made me the Holy Son of the Mohist School?

If such a revolutionary artifact that changes the nature of the battlefield were to fall into the hands of the Mohists, it would be a devastating blow to the Mohists' path of cultivation that they could hardly bear!

In the sky, the ink-measuring ruler swept across the vast expanse, covering three thousand miles in just one hour.

The next hour, they had reached the Jiangnan region.

An hour later, they had already crossed Pingfeng Ridge and ventured deep into Lingnan...

Upon entering Lingnan, the speed at which the ink-measuring stick could measure the sky plummeted.

Because here, literature and morality are not connected.

Although the Ink Measuring Ruler was derived from the sacred artifact Measuring Ruler and still carries a trace of sacred power, allowing it to fly in areas without literary coverage, its operation is not so smooth.

"Miss, didn't they say that Lingnan Prefecture had already changed the way of Heaven? But it hasn't changed..." Rou'er frowned.

"When did you ever say that Lingnan Prefecture changed the way of Heaven? You've always been talking about Qishan County!" Mo Ziyi said.

Rou'er's eyes widened slowly: "As the prefecture, it's not well-versed in literature, but the counties under its jurisdiction are... Won't Young Master Zhou's move put his father in a difficult position?"

"Rou'er, you've matured!" Mo Ziyi smiled gently. "I don't think that's important, because what he's been doing lately has made things very difficult for his father."

"Miss, are you referring to eliminating the family power of the two high-ranking officials?"

"Yes, what you said earlier was too simplistic. Qishan County is probably already the eye of the storm... Hmm, this doesn't seem like the eye of the storm at all?"

High in the air, she saw the situation in Qishan County.

Countless people cheered and jumped for joy, as if it were the Lunar New Year.

"Is this an early New Year celebration?" Rou'er asked. "Does the New Year come earlier in the South than where we are?"

"What kind of talk is that? The New Year celebrations are the same in the North and South! There must be some special circumstances. Let's go into the city and take a look." Mo Ziyi landed on the side of the East River. The next moment, a drop of dark blue water gently rippled beneath her feet, and she entered the city.

In Qishan County, the path to education was indeed opened.

Once she mastered the Way of Literature, her power as a half-step Grandmaster was equivalent to divine creation.

She entered the city unnoticed and stepped into the restaurant; no one realized she was a newcomer who had just arrived…

Various rumors reached their ears immediately, and the two women looked at each other in bewilderment...

"Miss, there's no storm as you described, just the suppression of evil and the maintenance of peace... The whole county is being given out money, everyone gets a share, I've never seen anything like it before..." Rou'er's face was flushed, as if she had also received money.

"This is really strange. Are these two vice ministers so easy to talk to?" Mo Ziyi also looked puzzled.

They wiped out the strongholds of two vice ministers, divided up their property, their land, and even their shops. It was quite unbelievable that a county government official would act with the audacity of outlaws.

Even more incredibly, this matter had been going on for half a month, and the people sent by the two vice ministers of the capital had finished handling the funeral arrangements, yet no trouble had arisen.

Are officials really that easy to talk to?

"Miss, let's find Young Master Zhou first," Rou'er said. "The Holy Son was right just now. It's possible that the Grand Elder's people have already arrived. If they report the gun to the Heavenly Dao first, wouldn't Young Master Zhou have once again benefited someone else?"

Making wedding dresses for others!

These words, when heard by Mo Ziyi and in the context of Zhou Wenju's past experiences, truly carried a unique meaning.

On that day at Mount Huding, he was doing something that benefited others, and that's how he had this encounter with them.

That time, "making a wedding dress" meant literally, it meant making a wedding dress.

This time, it's a figurative meaning.

The gun was made by Zhou Wenju.

This is his groundbreaking achievement in the art of weaponry.

If the Mo family were to present it to the Heavenly Dao first, the originator of the spear in the Heavenly Dao's disc would not be him, but Mo Tang.

Not to mention how frustrated Zhou Wenju would be, even Rou'er would find it utterly unacceptable...

Upon hearing this, Mo Ziyi also became nervous.

yes……

Her brother received the news and she came out.

There was not a moment's delay along the way.

However, it was clear that the elder brother could not have received the news before Mo Tang.

Perhaps the people from Mo Tang have already arrived.

Once they arrive, they can easily seize a gun from the villagers using their methods. With their expertise in weaponry, they can quickly analyze the structure of any object they see.

How simple is it to draw a picture?

Time, in a fleeting moment, becomes so subtle...

Head to the county government immediately!

Just as Mo Ziyi got up to go to the county government office, she suddenly heard some news.

Head to the county government immediately!

Just as Mo Ziyi got up to go to the county government office, she suddenly heard some news.

Let her know that the person she's looking for isn't actually at the county government office, but rather lives in a small courtyard she bought herself, right next to the East River...

At the Mo Ziyi Restaurant, his gaze swept across the East River and landed on the small courtyard mentioned by the patrons. He immediately spotted the reclining chair in the red pavilion, and the person sitting on it with his left leg crossed over his right...

We haven't seen each other for a month.

The world is ever-changing.

He stirred up a huge mess, yet he himself was so leisurely in the Red Pavilion...

Mo Ziyi moved swiftly, and she and Rou'er suddenly vanished from the spot.

The next moment, she and Rou'er stood side by side outside Zhou Wenju's courtyard.

A gentle knock sounded at the door, and a maidservant rushed in, opening the courtyard gate with a hint of suspicion on her face: "What brings you two young ladies here?"

"I'd like to pay my respects to your young master!" Rou'er said, "The one sleeping in the Red Pavilion!"

The maid hesitated slightly: "My young master worked hard all night and just fell asleep. May I ask who you two young ladies are? When my young master wakes up..."

Mo Ziyi flicked her finger lightly!

A drop of dew falls from the red pavilion!

puff!

It hit Zhou Wenju between the eyebrows.

Zhou Wenju jumped up: "Damn, this dilapidated pavilion leaks..."

Suddenly, his voice stopped abruptly.

His gaze passed through the small courtyard and landed on the faces of the two women outside the door.

With a whoosh, the thin blanket covering him flew off.

Before the thin blanket even hit the ground, he was already at the courtyard gate: "Miss Purple Robe, Rou'er... what brings you here?"

"I came to see you, are you welcome?" As soon as Mo Ziyi saw him, for some reason, she felt a sense of peace and joy in her heart, and her voice was relaxed and at ease.

"To put it in a sentimental way, I've missed you all so much! Please come in! Greenie, brew a pot of good tea!" Zhou Wenju said enthusiastically.

Rou'er smiled happily.

The girl looked bewildered. "I miss them so much!" The young master was a scholar, a master of poetry. How dare he utter such frivolous words?

Could this young lady be the one the second young lady was talking about?

The nun on the lonely mountain?

Only a woman who has had an affair with him deserves such disrespect...

But she has hair, could she be practicing asceticism by wearing a veil? However, such beauty and grace are truly celestial; no wonder the young master even sent his own sister down the mountain to be close to her…

A thousand thoughts raced through her mind. The maid quickly opened the courtyard gate, welcomed the two young ladies in, and brewed tea for Mo Ziyi and Rou'er, serving it to them.

Zhou Wenju waved his hand gently: "Alright, Lü'er, you can go now. You don't need to serve us here."

The maid straightened up, her mouth moved slightly, and she walked to the door, but finally stopped, hesitating slightly: "Young master, I am Hong'er, and Lü'er is over there..."

"Oh? Is that so?" Zhou Wenju looked her over carefully. "You two sisters look a bit alike. I didn't look closely. Okay, Hong'er, I'll remember this now! You can go down now."

Hong'er withdrew, deeply hurt.

Does she look like Greenie?

That's completely unlike it!

Young master, we two maids have been serving you for ten days now, and you haven't even seen our faces yet...

Mo Ziyi picked up the teacup, and the tea leaves unfurled, revealing the delicate beauty of the new tea. Taking a sip, she found it fragrant and refreshing. "Young master once said: 'Is Lingnan not a good place? Home is where my heart is at peace'... Now it seems that your Lingnan is not so bad after all. You are not only at peace in your heart, but also in your health."

An opening remark.

A single, brilliant phrase instantly brought her back to that day, after a month of separation from him.

Because this exquisite phrase was given to her by him.

Zhou Wenju rolled his eyes at her: "I'd barely lain down to relax for half an hour when you caught me red-handed! You really think I'm at ease, both physically and mentally?"

"That's true! No matter who destroys the strongholds of the two high-ranking officials in the court, it's never a trivial matter." Mo Ziyi nodded.

"You knew all along?"

"That's exactly why I came!" Mo Ziyi said, "To be precise, it's for the 'gun' I made for you!"

Zhou Wenju laughed: "You've come for the spear! I knew the Mohists would be restless if they knew this spear had appeared out of nowhere."

"Then, would you be willing to let me see this gun?" Mo Ziyi asked bluntly.

"Wait a moment!" Zhou Wen stood up, went into the bedroom behind him, and came out quickly.

In his hand was a long spear.

The spear was handed to Mo Ziyi.

Mo Ziyi stood up, her fingers gently tracing the gun barrel, the ink flowing like ink wherever she touched.

The gun's internal structure was imprinted in her mind by Wen Daowei's power.

It is so precise.

It is so unbelievable.

More than forty parts are assembled together, fitting together perfectly.

Every component is designed solely for the gun, not a single one more or less. It is extremely complex, yet it has also been refined to the extreme through countless trials.

Although it is a mundane object, it perfectly embodies the essence of the art of objects.

"Shall we try firing a shot?" Zhou Wenju asked.

A drop of ink suddenly flew up from the dark purple-clad woman's hair, covering the entire courtyard with a "poof," sealing off the literary path.

She pulled the trigger on the gun in her hand...

thumping!

A bullet was fired and pierced the Donghe River, hundreds of feet away.

Mo Ziyi's expression changed.

The range of a bow and arrow is generally no more than thirty zhang.

Even for a prodigy like her, the speed of arrows has its own numerical range.

However, once she fired the gun in her hand, she knew very well that its range and rate of fire were at least five times greater than the strongest bow and arrow of the Mo family!

What does five times mean?

On the battlefield, it's not about increasing combat power fivefold, nor is it about increasing the casualty ratio fivefold; it's about absolute crushing!

Why?

Because the gunman can attack you from a range that the enemy's arrows cannot reach, your entire army could die under gunfire without you being able to launch a single effective attack.

What is the casualty ratio?

Most importantly, she used very little force to pull the trigger.

It is truly suitable for women and children to operate.

How could such a small force cause the iron bullet to explode with such power?

The key lies not in the gun's construction, but in the fundamental difference in their killing principles!

"The destructive power of any weapon in the world depends on the strength of the wielder. The greater your arm strength, the stronger the bow you can draw, and the greater the damage you can cause... But a gun is different!" Zhou Wenju said, "Its destructive principle has nothing to do with your own strength. Whether a woman or a child fires a gun, or a highly skilled cultivator fires a gun, the resulting destructive power is exactly the same!"

"Why is that?" Mo Ziyi asked.

"Because the firing of a bullet is not done by your arm strength, but by the explosive inside the bullet, which detonates to create a shock wave!" Zhou Wenju said.

"Without relying on the power of the wielder, but instead using explosives to create a shockwave!" Mo Ziyi's eyes shone brightly: "Young Master Zhou, you have pioneered a new path in the art of weaponry!"

"So?" Zhou Wenju laughed. "Does the Mo Tang now admit that they were somewhat blind to my talent when they refused to let me in?"

"The fact that Mo Tang is blind to talent is not a recent development. If they had even a little bit of discernment, they should have admitted their blindness after the Nanyang Poetry Gathering!" Mo Ziyi said. "But they still refuse to admit it and even dare to dream of sneaking into Qishan to obtain the blueprints for the spear and be the first to report to the Heavenly Dao!"

"Reporting to the Heavenly Way?" Zhou Wenju's expression changed slightly. "This thing can report to the Heavenly Way?"

"you do not know?"

Zhou Wenju's heart pounded...

He finally realized it!

He has fallen into a misconception.

He always felt that only the most exquisite poems, songs, and the most profound sacred texts were what Heaven was interested in.

I never even considered that inventions and creations in the world could actually report to the will of Heaven.

Ordinary inventions and creations may not be of any concern to Heaven.

But guns are no ordinary weapons.

He knew better than anyone that weapons on the battlefield were divided into firearms and cold weapons.

These are two completely different battlefield mindsets.

This is a watershed moment.

Guns represent the era of firearms!

He didn't just usher in a new weapon; he ushered in a new era...

The Mohists were renowned for their tools.

Mo Tang would not admit that they were blind to talent.

Faced with such a groundbreaking and epoch-making invention, what they wanted was to be the first to report it to the heavens. If they beat them to it, then they, the true creators, would have been doing all the work for them.

Perhaps one day in the future, they will be able to control this patent and prevent anyone other than the Mohists from manufacturing guns.

Although there is no such thing as patents in this world, the laws of Heaven are ultimately too mysterious, and he cannot be certain whether there is a way to control them...

"I knew you'd overlooked something!" Mo Ziyi said. "Therefore, you must immediately report the blueprints and theoretical basis to the Heavenly Dao! Don't delay for even a moment, because I'm unsure whether the people from the Mo Hall have already entered Qishan!"