How can one cultivate immortality without learning modern knowledge?

Zhou Wenju raised his eyes, his expression complex.

He has now sorted out all his thoughts.

However, he did not understand Mo Ziyi.

Mo Ziyi is a member of the Mo family.

The idea that important artifacts should originate from the Mohist school was a shared conviction among all members of the Mohist school.

I believe she also hoped that the originator of the gun would belong to the Mohist school.

She had actually obtained everything, including the gun's structural diagrams and the theoretical basis.

As long as she doesn't remind him, she can close the door herself and, in less than fifteen minutes, report this great invention to the Heavenly Dao in her own name, Mo Ziyi.

In this way, she, Mo Ziyi, will be an absolute hero of the Mo family.

She will be remembered in history!

No one will question it; in fact, everyone will simply accept it.

Because in the eyes of the world, it is perfectly justified and reasonable for a great artifact to come from the hands of a genius of the Mohist school; on the contrary, it would be unreasonable if it did not come from the Mohist school.

There is motivation, principles, and conditions...

however……

She gave up!

She reminded him to register quickly...

Okay, let's call it "registration" for now!

Zhou Wen raised his hand, and the precious pen and gold paper appeared in his hand!

A drawing was completed with lightning speed...

Forty-five parts, one by one, are presented...

at the same time!

On Mount Xiliang.

A flying shuttle is hidden on the mountaintop.

Beneath the flying shuttle, the body of a villager was barely cold.

A drop of ink on his brow.

This was a hunter from Hexi. He was killed today on the mountaintop, not because of hatred, but because of a gun!

The gun in his hand rested on the shuttle.

A young scholar, his face beaming with excitement, was drawing blueprints on gold paper.

His name is Mo Sanchun.

The eldest son of the Mo family's Grand Elder.

A prodigy who achieved half a step above the path of literature and a great harvest above the path of weaponry.

At this moment, he was incredibly excited.

Because he was finally about to accomplish a great feat.

This feat was tailor-made for him by his father, who was the Grand Elder.

This father went to great lengths to pave the way for his children, truly a role model among fathers.

At the Nanyang Poetry Festival that day, the plan that the father tailored for his brother Mo Sanqiu was also paving the way for his children. Unfortunately, it was ruined by that bastard Zhou Wenju.

What about today?

I will pluck your fruit and pave my own path to avenge the great wrong that ruined my brother's journey, and also to show you what cause and effect and retribution are!

It'll be soon!

almost……

All forty-five parts have been drawn.

Only one thing is missing: theoretical basis...

The Way of Heaven is not human; it cannot determine the value of an item based on a single blueprint. It requires the connection of the Great Way's true words.

The true words of the Way of Weapons were not unfamiliar to him...

"Weapons are made by taking the essence of all things and creating exquisite variations. This spear is the first of its kind..."

His pen moved like the wind, its tip shimmering with literary brilliance, evoking endless wonder...

Everything is steadily progressing in that direction...

In Zhou Wenju's courtyard, the tip of his pen also radiated a literary brilliance that he hadn't seen when he first drew the blueprints in Hexi Valley.

Because at that time, there were only blueprints, and no theoretical explanation.

Today, he wrote a theoretical explanation below the drawings...

The last word fell!

The blueprints suddenly flew up!

The flowing light of the literary path connects the entire blueprint. Forty-five components on the blueprint are peeled off out of thin air, combined in the void, and transformed into a single gun!

thumping!

A soft sound!

A rainbow-colored bullet shot into the sky...

This bullet is not a physical bullet, but a bullet formed from spiritual energy...

At that very moment, atop the Xiliang Mountain, aboard the flying shuttle, Mo Sanchun had already finished writing the final chapter…

Suddenly, the dynamic blueprints lost all their literary brilliance, and the extraordinary literary phenomenon that was about to bear fruit vanished completely...

"What's going on?" Mo Sanchun exclaimed.

An elder beside him suddenly raised his gaze, staring straight up at the sky.

From the direction of Qishan County, a bullet with a seven-colored streak shot straight into the sky...

"Damn it!" Mo Sanchun slammed his hand on the flying shuttle, causing the wind and clouds to surge. His eyes spewed out endless streams of crimson blood, like a furnace exploding...

"Zhou the scoundrel, he beat us to it!" The elder beside him said with a gloomy face, "This makes no sense at all! The guns have been manufactured for more than half a month. If he had thought of this, he would have done what he did today half a month ago."

"Sudden events always have sudden opportunities. Let's go take a look!" Mo Sanchun moved his feet, and the flying shuttle silently left Xiliang Mountain, turning into a white cloud.

White clouds drifted over Qishan County, appearing to everyone as ordinary clouds and eliciting no alarm.

This is the wonder that Qishan witnessed after it became a center of learning and culture.

Mo Sanchun's gaze descended from the sky, instantly landing on Zhou Wenju and the people beside him...

His eyes immediately turned bloodshot: "Mo Ziyi!"

The elder's face was also grim: "As a direct descendant of the Mo family's Mo branch, facing such a golden opportunity, you actually assisted outsiders in seizing this crucial artifact, thus jeopardizing the Mo family's path! This is betrayal! A betrayal of the utmost severity!"

At that moment, they understood completely.

Zhou Wenju invented the gun half a month ago; if he wanted to inform the Heavenly Dao, he would have done so long ago.

We can't wait until then.

He was completely unaware of this major mistake.

Theoretically, without a special opportunity, he wouldn't have realized this today.

He was completely unaware of this major mistake.

Theoretically, without a special opportunity, he wouldn't have realized this today.

However, just as Mo Sanchun was about to succeed, Zhou Wenju suddenly preemptively registered.

The real reason is that Mo Ziyi came!

As a direct descendant of the Mohist school, her responsibility is to protect the Mohist school and do her utmost to ensure that the guns are registered under the Mohist name. This is what a Mohist disciple should do, and it is also her sacred mission.

What did she do?

A reminder to Zhou Wenju: Register now!

This reminder led to the loss of a groundbreaking artifact to someone outside the Mohist school, severely impacting the Mohist school's path in craftsmanship!

"Return!" Mo Sanchun gritted his teeth. "This action should be enough for the Mo family to issue a 'Mo Judgment Order.' I want to see what kind of excuse Mo Wushuang can come up with!"

They entered and exited Qishan once, and apart from the innocent death of one villager, no one knew their whereabouts.

Even though Mo Ziyi was in Qishan City, she did not notice the white cloud that suddenly appeared in the sky.

One reason is that Mo Sanchun's cultivation level is comparable to hers.

On the other hand, she was also too emotional.

What about Zhou Wenju?

His heart was also stirred. He watched the bullet shoot straight into the sky, and with a soft thud, a sea of ​​Dao opened up...

The entire town of Qishan was in an uproar.

All the windows opened at the same time, and almost everyone looked up immediately, their gazes fixed on the sky beyond…

"Dao Hai!" someone exclaimed.

"Who is it this time?"

"Look, over there! It's him again..." Countless eyes turned to the small courtyard in Donghe.

"Only a seven-colored poem can pave the way to the sea. Which poem has been written this time?" someone shouted.

"That's strange, there's no text. What's going on?"

Yes, the last time the Daohai was opened was when the seventy-one characters of "Po Zhen Zi" were connected in a line, clearly telling the world that the Daohai was opened because of this poem.

But today, no words are connected in a line, only a single seven-colored light shines straight into the sky.

"Perhaps the poems are hidden?" A scholar frowned.

"Hidden poems? Why hide them? Poems that can open the Dao Sea are seven-colored masterpieces recognized by the Heavenly Dao itself. Is there any need to hide them? Wouldn't making them public and letting them circulate in the world be in line with the Heavenly Dao's original intention of promoting literature and upholding the Dao?"

"Yes, yes..." Everyone agreed.

One explanation offered: "Could it be because the poem itself is somewhat taboo? For example, his previous poem, 'Po Zhen Zi,' with the lines 'The most hurried day was when I left the temple, and the music hall still played farewell songs,' clearly expresses nostalgia for the previous dynasty. Our young master Zhou is known for his unconventional approach, so it's entirely possible that he might write another taboo poem..."

Upon hearing this, everyone felt that it actually had a certain degree of credibility.

The last poem truly expressed a sense of remembrance for the previous dynasty.

And this Mr. Zhou is indeed someone who never misses a chance to cause a stir. What has he done lately that hasn't offended his superiors? It's entirely possible that he might write a rebellious poem on a whim.

Can the poems that have been written be hidden away?

How can ordinary people fully understand the techniques of literature and art?

Therefore, everyone reached a consensus.

This time, the reason for opening the sea is still because of the Seven-Colored Poem or Seven-Colored Lyrics, only it's hidden...

Inside the county government office, Magistrate Zhou Liangsheng, who had been extremely busy and whose mood had been on a rollercoaster recently, stepped out of his study once again, his eyes like copper bells, fixed on the vast expanse of the Dao Sea in the sky.

His beard trembled slightly.

His face was flushed: "That unfilial son... he's opened the floodgates again!"

The lady beside him smiled: "My lord, is Wen'er still your rebellious son in your heart?"

Zhou Liang Sheng's gaze slowly lowered: "What you say, Madam, is not without reason. Apart from being arrogant and unruly, and lacking in moral virtue, this rebellious son really... really can't be considered a rebellious son!"

"Arrogant and unruly, incompetent in bed!" The lady said with a sour expression, "Sir, would you like to hear your assessment?"

"Cough cough... Haha..." Zhou Liangsheng finally couldn't hold back anymore and burst into laughter.

This smile was probably the first one I'd had in a long time.

It could even be considered the first time he had truly laughed heartily since being demoted to Lingnan.

The summit of Lonely Mountain.

Jingtian Temple.

Su Xin sat in the quiet room, her gaze fixed on the sea of ​​Dao.

Her calm breathing suddenly stopped completely...

Her beautiful eyes suddenly gleamed wildly.

"Huh?" Zhou Shuang, who had just finished her seclusion and was sitting in front of her, jumped up, went to the window, and stared at the sea of ​​Dao: "My brother has opened his sea of ​​Dao again?"

"Yes!" Su Xin uttered two words softly, inhaling the air into her lungs, and only exhaling slowly at this moment.

"Everyone says opening the Dao Sea is incredibly difficult, but this isn't that hard at all. My brother opens it twice in half a month, like it's nothing..." Zhou Shuang said, "Hey, Master, what poem did you write this time?"

"This time seems a bit special; there are no poems presented," Su Xin said frankly.

"How about I go ask my brother for the poem and show it to Master?" Zhou Shuang suggested.

Su Xin did not answer, but her eyes were clearly shining.

Zhou Shuang chuckled: "Master, I saw your eyes. It's so strange, Master. Didn't you used to hate literature the most? Why do you like poetry so much now?"

"When did I tell you I hate literature?" Su Xin glared at her. "I've always said that some scholars are inhuman and disgusting, but I've never said I hate literature."

OMG……

Su Xin wanted to slap her forehead in exasperation. "Men can't get hard"... You call that a little vulgar? How much more vulgar do you want to be?

Why is it that even in the pure land of Buddhism, her foul mouth cannot be cleansed?

"Master, this is mainly for you!" Zhou Shuang leaned closer.

"Hmm? What do you mean?" Su Xin opened her eyes again.

"I can tell that my brother likes you quite a bit, Master. I think you also have feelings for my brother. I'm afraid that my brother will get too involved in the mortal world and forget about you, Master. So I've gone to great lengths to help you reduce your rivals... Master, could you give me some reward?"

award?

My God, my Buddha, I have to use all my cultivation to control my emotions just to make sure I don't kill you, and you still want a reward?

Zhou Shuang blinked her big, unconcerned eyes and leaned even closer: "Master, will you give me your golden bowl?"

A golden bowl?

Su Xin was a little surprised.

Could it be that this disciple, who looks so utterly inhuman and utterly naive, actually knows the secret of the Dragon Bowl?

Otherwise, why would they specifically ask for a golden bowl?

"I swear to Buddha, I am absolutely not after Master's treasure. I have good intentions!" Zhou Shuang pointed a finger at the Buddha statue in the meditation room: "Master, think about it. You are a nun in the deep mountains. Hiding a golden bowl would easily attract thieves."

"Attracting thieves?" Su Xin asked her.

Uh-huh……

Zhou Shuang nodded repeatedly, like a chicken pecking at rice.

Su Xin let out a soft breath and said quietly, "I've seen countless people, but guess who looks most like a thief in my eyes?"

Zhou Shuang blinked and innocently said, "Master, your Zen sayings are too profound. I don't understand them. I'm going down the mountain now..."

slipped away!

A vast expanse of water, stirring up endless waves.

Dao Hai opened the door to enlightenment. Zhou Wenju sat in the red pavilion, as immovable as a mountain.

Fishing in the sea is nothing to be surprised about, we're very familiar with it!

Even though this time is slightly different, instead of using poetry as a fishing line to fish in the sea, it's more like shooting a bullet into the sea and directly catching fish.

However, the process and the result should be the same.

Sure enough, the bullet was guided by his finger and connected to Daohai.

A gigantic black fish burst from the water, soaring through the air along the silken threads, carrying a seven-colored light and the unique aura of the literary path...

With a soft "plop," it pierced his brow.

It seems that, in the Heavenly Dao Compass, creating a gun—a revolutionary secular weapon—is about as significant as writing a seven-colored poem…

Just as he came to this realization.

A sudden and unexpected change occurred!

This spirit fish, imbued with literary energy, transformed into abundant literary energy, sweeping through his sea of ​​consciousness, causing his literary world to crumble and collapse!

His mind went blank...

Holy crap!

What did I catch?

Did God not want me to be too cocky, so He gave me a rude awakening?

However, the feeling of the literary world collapsing only lasted for a moment. In the next moment, the literary world seemed to come alive, tumbling, reorganizing, and transforming into a mountain peak!

Once the mountain peaks were formed, the surrounding area seemed to fall into a state of complete silence, like night.

A strange feeling quietly came from the mountain peak. He suddenly felt that the literary energy on the mountain peak was in harmony with his consciousness. It seemed that as long as he had a thought, the literary energy could reach the place he wanted to go.

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