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Three days ago, a legendary prodigy of the Mo family used his astonishing Mo Dao (the art of ink) to create a strange substance called "cement," which is rumored to be a divine tool for building dikes, roads, houses, and bridges.

We'll find out the results today.

This is a connection between the principles of technology and people's livelihood.

This is a crucial building material for ensuring the timely completion of the Donghe River embankment.

As dawn broke, countless people had already arrived at the riverbank, and all eyes were fixed on the section of the riverbank covered by weeds.

No one came near.

Because no one dares to.

Divine artifacts are often believed to possess a spirit. If an idle person disturbs them, the artifact loses its power, and the sin becomes a grave offense. This is the villagers' simple belief in the nature of artifacts.

So, apart from the yamen runners sprinkling water on time, no one touched the increasingly white riverbank.

Finally, the figure in black purple appeared on the riverbank.

Besides Rou'er, who was always by her side, another person appeared with her: Zhang San, Zhou Wenju's newly hired steward.

As soon as the three appeared, the people on both sides made way for them.

County Magistrate Zhou Liangsheng bowed before that section of the riverbank: "Miss Mo, may we begin the test?"

"Time's up, we can test it!" said Mo Ziyi. "Officer Zhang, try it with the iron hammer!"

"Yes!" Constable Zhang Yun swung the iron hammer himself.

In the past, Old Qi was in charge of protecting the master.

But these past few days, Lao Qi has disappeared, and Zhang Yun has had to step in.

tom!

A dull thud.

The concrete riverbank remained intact, with only a few white specks left on the concrete slab, just like when it hit a stone.

The entire venue erupted in cheers!

Mo Ziyi's heart was also pounding...

Three days ago, it was just a pile of ash mixed with water and river sand, initially like mud.

However, three days later, it became as hard as iron.

This ability to freely shape objects is the most effective tool in bridge construction, and it's not just limited to bridges and river embankments...

She was a member of the Mohist school.

She was used to seeing cities on the battlefield.

If this item were used on the battlefield, then... what an impregnable fortress it would be?

For the first time in her life, the humble cement evoked the essence of "Tao" in her heart.

Zhou Liangsheng, his beard flying, bowed deeply: "Young lady, your skillful hands have created this cement marvel, from which the entire Qishan County has benefited immeasurably. On behalf of the 300,000 people of Qishan, I thank Miss Mo for your ingenious craftsmanship!"

Mo Ziyi's heart was filled with complex emotions.

You're thanking me? I didn't even know such a thing existed three days ago...

Her gaze shifted, and she suddenly spotted someone.

What a despicable, stinky man!

Zhou Wenju!

He walked in from the perimeter with the gait of a customer of prostitutes.

Mo Ziyi quickly spoke up: "If Lord Zhou wants to thank someone, he should thank your son. He's here..."

Zhou Liangsheng looked up and saw Zhou Wenju, the rebellious son who had disappeared for three days...

Yes, at this moment, the term "rebellious son" is showing signs of resurgence.

Because he actually left a master like Mo Ziyi in his own courtyard and disappeared without a trace with Lao Qi.

He could tolerate this, but his wife couldn't either.

In the wife's words, "This is such a good opportunity, and this kid doesn't even know how to seize it."

While Miss Mo is in the courtyard, it would be good to spend more time with her and deepen our relationship.

Even if he couldn't fulfill his wife's ultimate dream of making this purple-clad celestial maiden his wife, it would still be a shortcut for him to reach the pinnacle of the Mo family. How could he not seize it?

To leave a distinguished guest at the manor, only to have the host disappear without a trace—who in the world has ever witnessed such a strange occurrence?

"You..." Zhou Liangsheng almost resorted to force before he could finish speaking, calling him a "rebellious son"...

Fortunately, Zhou Wenju spoke first: "Father, I know the method for making cement. Let's make some specific arrangements... Third Brother!"

"Here!" Zhang San stepped forward.

"Take this blueprint and go to Hexi Valley. Have the clan chief send some people over with some refined iron to build a furnace there for refining cement."

"Yes!" Zhang San took the blueprints and ran off.

"Father, something has happened to Lao Qi." Zhou Wenju changed the subject.

Old Qi...

Zhou Liangsheng's resentment towards his son was instantly swept away by this news.

Old Qi has encountered a mishap, my God, this mishap is no ordinary one.

The rest of the people were also shocked.

"What happened?" Zhou Liangsheng's face tightened.

"Old Qi has a mistress in Nanyang, and they had a son. Old Qi needs to go and take care of him. He's too embarrassed to tell Father, so he came to me. I think... well... Old Qi is so old, it's really not easy for him to have a son in his old age, and he just suffered such a serious injury. Father, why don't you let him go home to live out his days?"

The onlookers were all dumbfounded.

Old Qi actually has a mistress?

And it's in Nanyang?

When are we going to get together?

Only when he helped the master send out memorials did he have a chance to meet with his mistress...

Just three days ago, he suddenly disappeared.

It turned out that the concubine had given birth to a son.

This is the biggest event in my life.

A man like him, if he doesn't place his hopes on his son, on whom else can he place them?

This perfectly explains the mystery of Lao Qi's disappearance three days ago...

Zhou Liangsheng's face shifted dramatically...

What he heard was quite different from what everyone else was saying.

Old Qi did not leave. Instead, he changed his name to Old Zeng and returned to his side as a monk.

For a moment, the old man was filled with emotion.

Old Qi's matter was also the most worrying thing for him these past few days. He was just a bit too pedantic because of Confucianism. He wasn't stupid. He knew that Old Qi was a time bomb next to him (whether he understood what a time bomb was is another matter, but that's the gist of it).

However, he couldn't figure out how to get out of this predicament, no matter how hard he tried.

However, his son gave him the perfect answer in just three days...

Son, it seems he's truly convinced!

No matter how much he disagreed with other issues, this son still had a way of dealing with this complicated and daunting situation.

Zhou Liangsheng gave him a deep look, then slowly nodded: "To have an heir in your old age is a great blessing! Tell him to live out his days peacefully with his wife and children!"

"Thank you, Father!" Zhou Wenju bowed.

"You should accompany Miss Mo back; it's chilly today..."

"Okay!" Zhou Wenju smiled gently at Mo Ziyi, "Senior Sister, shall we go back?"

Three figures walked along the road.

Mo Ziyi's face showed neither sorrow nor joy, but she remained silent.

It wasn't until she returned to Zhou Wenju's courtyard and Rou'er handed her a cup of tea that her expression slowly brightened...

"What? Because I haven't spent time with you for the past three days, you want to bite me to death?" Zhou Wenju chuckled lightly.

Mo Ziyi glared at him: "Do you think I'm that petty? You already said you couldn't tell anyone for the next three days... I just suddenly had some insights into the Dao, I have to go back to the Mo family!"

"Enlightenment? To achieve your literary success?" Zhou Wenju was overjoyed.

The path of literary cultivation is quite peculiar.

The preceding literary roots, literary circles, literary mountains, and literary hearts can all be bestowed.

However, the Wenhua (文花) and its subsequent Wenguo (文果) and Wenjie (文界) cannot be bestowed upon them.

Wenhua,

Only with tangible results can literature blossom and bear fruit. This requires personal understanding and enlightenment, taking the "flowering" stage to a higher level, and ultimately producing one's own unique fruit.

Therefore, the literary path is the first truly significant "chasm" on the path of literary cultivation. Only by crossing this chasm can one form their own path.

How many people are stuck at the pinnacle of literary talent, unable to bear their own literary fruit throughout their lives?

Now, judging from the situation, she was moved...

"After traversing the sacred texts for twenty years, I have finally touched another door of the Mohist Way. I must return to the Mohist Heart Peak and, in the inkstone pool, properly sort out the transformation of decay into wonder in the Way of Artifacts..." Mo Ziyi said.

"In that case, I cannot keep you here!" Zhou Wenju said.

"There's no need to stay! We'll meet again when I emerge from seclusion." Mo Ziyi smiled gently.

"Are you leaving today?"

"yes!"

"Have you ever thought about what kind of situation you will face after returning to the Mo family?" Zhou Wenju poured her another cup of tea.

Mo Ziyi gently lifted the teacup: "You mean, if I disrupt the Mo Clan's grand plan, I will face trial by the Mo family?"

"yes!"

"Don't worry! No matter how unhappy Mo Tang is, he can't do anything about it. Our situations are ultimately different!"

"That's true. If the Mohist school were a dynasty, you would be the true princess!"

Mo Ziyi chuckled: "This princess has fallen from grace recently, ending up covered in mud with a bunch of peasants! It's all thanks to you..."

With a tread of the earth, the green boat was created.

Rou'er looked reluctant to part: "Miss, are you really leaving? I caught so many rabbits and hung them up over there to keep for the New Year..."

Mo Ziyi glanced at her sideways and gave her a disdainful look.

Without a sound, the green boat soared through the air, a streak of green light caught Rou'er's waist, and pulled her onto the boat...

Rou'er shouted from the air, "Lü'er, the rabbit can't be dried for too long, or it will get hard... Remember to bring it in..."

In the blink of an eye, the green boat disappeared into the clouds. The next moment, it left Lingnan, and the next moment, it began its long journey north.

An hour later, everything below turned silvery white.

The Mo family's home in the North, Mo Xin Peak, is draped in silver and white, making it exceptionally enchanting.

Rou'er composed herself, suppressing all her emotions about leaving Lingnan and putting aside her worries about the unfinished rabbit, and turned her gaze to Mo Ziyi: "Miss, is there really... really going to be a trial?"

"Look, they've arrived!" Mo Ziyi gently raised her finger.

Two streaks of ink light appeared in the air.

Two figures appeared in front of the green boat.

These are two elders from the Ink Hall. The elders bowed simultaneously: "Miss Purple Robe, the First Elder requests your presence."

Mo Ziyi's gaze became calm.

If a green boat enters the Mo family, it will be discovered by the Mo family from a hundred miles away.

But the green boat can travel a hundred miles in just a few breaths.

Within a few breaths, Elder Motang stood in front of Qingzhou. What does this mean?

This shows that Mo Tang had already reached a consensus and there was no dissent regarding holding her accountable.

All I'm waiting for is for her to come back.

Let's go!

With a splash of ink beneath her feet, like a surging wave, she soared into the sky.

The Ink Measuring Ruler that had separated from her feet sent Rou'er back to the Ink Room with a whoosh. Then, the Azure Ruler transformed into a point of Azure Light, catching up with her as Mo Ziyi flew up to the Ink Hall and disappearing into her hair.

Clad in dark purple, she soared to the ninth floor of the tower.

Go straight to the top floor.

With a flick of her purple robes, she stepped outside the Ink Hall, and the Ink Hall's doors opened.

She strolled in, dressed in dark purple, exuding elegance and refinement.

Inside the Ink Hall, the Grand Elder sat at the highest position, with the other three top elders sitting on his left and right.

She strolled in, dressed in dark purple, exuding elegance and refinement.

Inside the Ink Hall, the Grand Elder sat at the highest position, with the other three top elders sitting on his left and right.

Mo Ziyi raised one hand, lightly touched her waist, and bowed: "Ziyi greets the Four Elders of Mo Hall!"

Behind her, the doors of the Ink Hall closed silently.

The four old men in front of me opened their eyes at the same time...

The Second Elder spoke up: "Did Zi Yi enter Lingnan this time?"

"yes!"

"What is it about?"

"I would like to remind Zhou Wenju, a guest elder of the Mo family, that the spear technique he created should be immediately reported to the Heavenly Dao. Otherwise, it may be shamelessly seized by unscrupulous rebels with ulterior motives," said Mo Ziyi.

These words were like an invisible bomb exploding in the minds of the four elders.

Several days ago, they learned of the existence of the guns.

As the leaders of the Mo Dao, they naturally knew the importance of this spear to the art of weaponry.

Based on this, they immediately checked the Heavenly Dao Weapon Forest and were pleasantly surprised to find that there was no registration information for guns at all in the Heavenly Dao Weapon Forest.

What does this tell us?

This indicates that Zhou Wenju did not register firearms.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

As long as the Mohists are the first to report to the Heavenly Dao, they will be the creators of this divine weapon, the spear!

Without the slightest discord or hesitation, the four elders of Motang immediately dispatched the one who would reap the rewards—Mo Sanchun, the eldest son of the first elder.

Mo Sanchun's sole mission upon entering Lingnan was to be the first to present his weapon to Heaven.

Defend the dignity of the Mohist philosophy of tools and principles.

This is something that almost every holy family does on the path of enlightenment.

They felt absolutely no remorse.

The struggle for the right path is inherently just, yet also incredibly cruel...

However, just as Mo Sanchun was about to succeed, Zhou Wenju preempted him, causing Mo Sanchun to fail.

Mo Sanchun reported to his father in a fit of anger.

The four elders of Motang slammed their fists on the table, their anger and frustration palpable. They strongly agreed with Mo Sanchun's judgment that Mo Ziyi must be behind this mischief.

Otherwise, how could things in the world be so coincidental?

Since you didn't go to Lingnan, Zhou Wenju completely ignored this matter.

As soon as you arrived, he suddenly woke up...

Therefore, we have the Mo Tang trial today. Let's see how you, this traitor, use sweet words to shirk responsibility.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the conversation began, Mo Ziyi didn't try to shirk responsibility and started spilling the beans...

It was she who reminded Zhou Wenju!

The purpose is to prevent those with ulterior motives and unorthodox ideas from preemptively reaping his benefits!

"All of this was indeed done by you, you traitorous disciple!" The Second Elder's anger was now difficult to suppress.

"Traitorous disciple?" Mo Ziyi straightened her back abruptly, her face darkening.

Wow!

The hem of his clothes fluttered in the wind!

The Third Elder stood up abruptly: "Our Mohist school was fully prepared, and we were poised to be the pioneers of firearms. You, traitor, betrayed us, leaking information prematurely, causing our Mohist path to suffer such a severe setback! You deserve to die a thousand deaths!"

The Fourth Elder also stood up: "Indeed! As a son of the Mohist school, yet he has ruined the affairs of our Mohist school, how can the Mohist school tolerate such an act?"

Mo Ziyi frowned deeply: "The three elders convicted this disciple with just a few words? And on such a heinous crime that deserves death?"

The elder raised his hand slightly.

The two elders, who were deeply moved, slowly took their seats.

The Grand Elder slowly spoke: "Purple Robe, the elders have sentenced you, and you refuse to admit it?"

"Of course I don't acknowledge it! Not only do I not acknowledge it, but I also find it utterly absurd!" Mo Ziyi said coldly.

"Absurd?" the Grand Elder said. "Because of you, this generation's divine weapon, the spear, has fallen into the hands of another. Isn't this a major setback for the Mohist school's weaponry?"

"The Grand Elder has acknowledged that the gun is a divine weapon?" Mo Ziyi asked.

"This artifact pioneered the way of artifact crafting; even if it's not a divine artifact, it's still a significant one!"

"Yes, this artifact, while not a divine artifact, is certainly a powerful one! If its creator were a member of my Mo family, wouldn't everything make perfect sense? However, he is not!" Mo Ziyi's icy gaze fell upon the Grand Elder: "May I ask, Grand Elder, why isn't he?"