Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 126 Qin Shi Mo Yu's Cheating Method

In the Qin Dynasty, the northwest side of the land of Baiyue.

The setting sun slowly sinks into the horizon, casting a dim yellow hue between the sky and the earth.

A long convoy, carrying hundreds of ragged refugees, slowly drove into the village, its wheels rolling over the mud and raising fine dust.

Yan Lingji was dressed in a black cloth, no different from the other Mohist disciples in the team. She lacked her former charm and allure, but was more capable and elegant.

Although her clothes were plain, they could not conceal the charm between her eyebrows and eyes. She walked with a light step, still retaining the charm of the past.

"Lady Yan Lingji."

The ten-man patrol stopped before her, clenched their right fists over their hearts, and saluted in unison, a respectful yet reserved gesture. The team leader bowed her head, her eyes drifting to the long line of refugees behind her, a hint of uncontrollable anticipation and enthusiasm in her eyes.

Yan Lingji glanced at him with a cold look, but said nothing.

Since Qin Shimoyu sent her to deal with the attack on the convoy by Baiyue refugees more than half a month ago, no one knows what this woman who used to be a terrorist killer was thinking. She didn't kill anyone and brought all the refugees back.

After that, she was sent out every few days and brought back a large number of Baiyue refugees.

"Where is the commander-in-chief?" Yan Lingji asked casually. Her voice was cold, but she couldn't suppress her natural charm, and it had a bit of an alluring flavor.

“On the farmland.”

Mentioning the commander-in-chief, the team leader's expression became even more respectful, and his back straightened a little. At this moment, several people in the group of refugees being interrogated suddenly moved, and the crowd gradually became noisy and agitated.

The team leader couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. He immediately gave a few glances to his subordinates. The bronze sword in his hand was already flashing with a cold light. He took the lead and rushed into the refugee tide.

Yan Lingji stood quietly and watched. This scene would happen almost every time she brought people back.

The Baiyue region was already in chaos, and the sudden rise of the Mohist sect, with its massive deployment of forces, naturally attracted the attention of various factions. It was common for these spies to mingle among the refugees.

The only thing that made Yan Lingji's eyes waver was the captain. She remembered him as a member of the remnant Baiyue army and was injured.

But this tiger-like momentum and enthusiasm are completely different from the remnants of the Baiyue army at that time.

Although the remaining soldiers fought bravely, they were somewhat numb.
"Group two and group three, block the road to the village entrance, group one, follow me!" The patrol team leader roared, and the bronze sword in his hand swung six times in one second, leaving afterimages in the air.

A spy who was considered a second-rate fighter in the martial arts world tried to fight back, but was trapped by a small group of two shield-wielding disciples. The team leader kicked the other party to the ground with a clean and decisive kick.

"Speed, speed, speed, stop dawdling! Waiting for other teams to take the credit?!" The angry roars continued to be heard.

Yan Lingji held her forehead in silence, thinking to herself, "Those who know are the village patrol, but those who don't know would think they are the Qin State's fierce army."

There was no way. This team leader was born in the common people. He was stabbed in the chest when fighting with the Han army led by Bai Yifei. He thought he was dead, but Yan Lingji led the remaining Baiyue army to surrender to Qin Shi Moyu.

According to the common practice of that era, surrendered wounded soldiers like him would either be killed immediately or left aside to fend for themselves.

When he was carried into the wounded camp, he had already closed his eyes and was waiting to die, thinking that he had a clean place to die and could have a bowl of food as a last meal to live a full life. This new commander was such a good man.

Not long after, several female medical disciples in white clothes and gauze came in carrying medicine boxes. At that time, he thought he was hallucinating and saw fairies.

Then, because of his extraordinary physical recovery ability, he quickly walked out of the wounded camp. After a Mohist disciple registered him, he became a centurion.

Half a month ago, the first batch of Baiyue refugees brought back by Yan Lingji had all been registered as citizens. The benevolent commander-in-chief wrote in red ink and arranged a marriage for him.

He was nearly thirty years old and had never been married. That night, he looked at his new house, his wife, and his three-year-old son who had changed his surname to his own. He felt that everything was too beautiful and too unreal.

"Puchi!" A sword pierced the spy's heart. When the hot blood splashed on his face, he felt a little relieved.

"Captain, don't be distracted! Two more patrol teams are coming. Don't you still want to earn a few acres of good farmland for your children?" a subordinate shouted.

"No one can fucking steal my military achievements!" The team leader roared, adding a layer of rage buff, increasing the attack speed by 30%. The sword light was like a rainbow, and murderous aura was everywhere.

At this time, most of the people in the village had gone out, leaving only a few little guys who were not afraid of blood and squatted on the side watching with relish.

Yan Lingji has become accustomed to this. It's just the Qin Dynasty's military merit system. She has been studying it well these days.

When she thought about her packed schedule, her head couldn't help but swell.

Knowledge is extremely valuable in this world, but the process of knowledge entering the brain is by no means pleasant, especially at this point in time when people like to use classical Chinese texts with profound meanings.

As a result, Yan Lingji's legs became weak whenever she saw Mo Jiayi, who was responsible for teaching her. However, her yearning for knowledge would always make her move closer to him involuntarily. Then, after her brain was severely tortured, she would doubt why she came to this damn place on her own initiative, and then make the same mistake again.

In this cycle of willingly committing suicide and doubting her life, Yan Lingji began to wonder if she had awakened some strange habit. She clearly didn't understand and clearly didn't want to go, but why did she always take the initiative to go and get scolded?
Using his Qinggong skills, he arrived at the farmland in a few leaps and could already see Qin Shi Moyu's figure from afar. It was not difficult to find him. He could tell by looking at where the most people were gathered.

She slowed down her pace. Qin Shi Moyu's voice traveled far away with the help of his internal energy. Yan Lingji could tell that he was explaining the twenty-four solar terms to people, and it was almost over.

Although the knowledge was extremely painful when it ravaged her brain, it did leave some traces.

Perhaps, this is the reason why Yan Lingji always unconsciously goes to Mo Jiayi to seek trouble.

"Lady Yan Lingji, this is for you." A little girl saw her, her eyes lit up, and she ran over hurriedly. On the way, she accidentally tripped with her left foot and fell with her right foot, and the green fruit in her hand flew high into the air.

Yan Lingji flashed and hugged her, while her other hand firmly grasped the green fruit.

The little girl breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the fruit had not fallen to the ground and broken. She smiled and said, "Lady Yan Lingji, this fruit is very sweet."

Yan Lingji looked down at the green fruit in her hand, then glanced at the look in the little girl's eyes. It was a look she had never seen when she was a killer spreading fear under Tianze.

In the past, all she could see was fear and darkness.

She opened her red lips and took a bite. The fruit was indeed juicy and tasted good, but it was astringent at first, and only after swallowing did it have a slight sweet aftertaste.

Under the little girl's expectant gaze, Yan Lingji reached out and stroked her head, chuckling softly, "That's really sweet, thank you very much."

"Hehe." The little girl ran away happily after receiving the praise.

Yan Lingji took the fruit and slowly walked through the crowd and came in front of Qin Shi Moyu.

He wore a conical hat, black short-sleeved shirt and shorts, and walked barefoot in the mud. His legs and arms were covered in mud. At first glance, he looked more like an old farmer than an old peasant. Only his bright eyes made people realize his extraordinary talent. Qin Shi Moyu glanced at the green fruit in Yan Lingji's hand and whispered, "I'm suddenly a little worried. Can I recoup the resources I spent on you?"

Although he was giving a lecture just now, he did not relax his observation of his surroundings. He noticed Yan Lingji as soon as she arrived, and saw everything that happened just now.

Yan Lingji glanced around at the scattered old farmers, and a hint of helplessness appeared on her charming face.

When facing the enemy, he is a general with a hint of arrogance in his indifference; when facing merchants, he is a tycoon who is generous but shrewd; when facing craftsmen, he is a master who is rigorous to the point of harshness but exudes infinite wisdom; when facing ordinary people, he is a sage who practices the path of sainthood according to the rules of Mohism.

However, when facing herself, this guy was just an unscrupulous and vicious master who bullied a little maid.

"Commander-in-chief, can you please forgive me for this?" Yan Lingji's eyes twitched. She pinched the green fruit in her hand, exerting a little force with her fingertips, and her tone was a little helpless.

Qin Shi Moyu glanced at her and said, "Can't you look for your own reasons?"

"If I wanted to kill you, I would just put poison in the fruit, and you would die immediately. I doubt how you managed to survive until now when you worked under Tianze." Qin Shimoyu said in a calm tone, and casually fiddled with the edge of his hat with his fingers. The mud spots fell off his fingertips. It seemed like a casual remark, but it carried a sharp venomous edge that pierced people's lungs.

Upon hearing this, Yan Lingji's eyes flashed with a complex feeling. She lowered her head and took a bite of the green fruit. The bitterness was palpable, but the sweetness lingered. She chewed slowly, muttering softly, "Back then, no little girl dared to give me fruit. Even if they did, I wouldn't dare eat it..."

After a pause, a trace of memory flashed in her eyes, and her voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, "I dare now." Yan Lingji glanced at Qin Shi Moyu, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and she said nothing more.

In the distance, a black figure quickly flew across the mud, and after a few leaps, it appeared beside Qin Shi Moyu.

When Yan Lingji saw the person coming, she was like a mouse seeing a cat. A trace of panic flashed in her eyes, and she subconsciously hid behind Qin Shimoyu, as if she wanted to get into his shadow.

Mo Jia glanced at her with an indifferent look, took out a silk scroll from his bosom and handed it to her, whispering, "Commander-in-Chief, this is an invitation from the Han Palace, inviting you to attend the King of Han's coronation ceremony in seven days."

"It's finally here." Qin Shimoyu didn't take the silk book, but just glanced at the contents above, with a hint of emotion and anticipation in his eyes: "Seven days later..."

Qin Shi Moyu's eyes were solemn, and his fingers covered with mud splotches rubbed gently. His calloused hands looked very rough.

Qin Shi Mo Yu's path is different from Qun Xia Mo Yu and Zhan Kuang Mo Yu. Most of his talents are in mechanical engineering, and there is no blessing on his mind. So far, he has not been able to separate his primordial spirit and conscious spirit.

It wasn't until he learned about the information about Juling Qianjiang from the chat group that, although he really couldn't learn it, Juling Qianjiang's "creating gods" model gave him a lot of inspiration.

In fact, one's own heart will be influenced by the outside world!
When everyone thinks you are a good person and a hero, and you get corresponding benefits, then the expectations of the public and the chains of interests will bind you.

This bondage is neither good nor bad, it is simply the influence of others on one's own mind.

If combined with the secret technique of puppet mechanism that Qin Shimoyu had learned from the Sleeping Dragon Pill Technique, he would have the opportunity to control the will of all living beings to send himself to the sea of ​​consciousness.

This kind of gameplay with the help of external forces is theoretically impossible to succeed. After all, normal people do not have their own sea of ​​consciousness coordinate points, but Qin Shi Moyu has
The Mohist school was divided into three parts, and Mozi's image was divided into a knight, a craftsman, and a saint. He already held two of the pieces of the puzzle.

Qin Shi Moyu had the mastery of the artisan puzzle right from the start. His accomplishments in mechanical engineering were so profound that even the Li family boss, the Qin Mo Zhongxiang, acknowledged him as a master craftsman.

He had originally built a primitive steelmaking furnace in the Mohist Mechanical City. Although it was only three cubic meters in size, its daily output was only about two thousand kilograms.

But this was at the end of the Warring States Period. During the period of the unification of the Western Han Dynasty, the national iron production was only about 2 to 4 tons per year. Even if this world was a bit outrageous, the metal production of the Qin Dynasty was at most tons. Qin Shi Mo Yu's single furnace was equivalent to one-fourteenth of the metal production of his entire country.

The Mohist Mechanical City directly set the location of the furnace as a forbidden area, and gave Qin Shi Mo Yu a claim as the descendant of Mo Di.

Qin Shi Mo Yu said he wasn't the one, but all the Mohist leaders and respected elders said he was the one, no doubt about it. Even an octogenarian appeared out of nowhere, hugged his legs, and shouted out Mo Zi's name.

Then, when he found out that Qin Shi Moyu had run out of luck and couldn't build another furnace, he was kicked to South Korea to become the leader of Han Mo.

The leaders of the Mohist School also knew that this was not a fair thing to do, so when Qin Shi Mo Yu said that he wanted to build a chamber of commerce and needed the support of the Mohist School from all over the place, the leaders of the Mohist School from other places responded so actively.

Without some interests involved, do you really think they will do things for you properly? Your Han Mo's matter is a big deal, but my Chu Mo and Qi Mo's matters are not a big deal?

Anyway, no matter what, there was a consensus within the Mohist school that Mo Yu in the Qin Dynasty was the seventh-generation grandson of Mozi, and his talent was comparable to that of Mozi in the world.

Qin Shi Mo Yu looked around to find the puzzle piece of the hero.

The land of Baiyue, which was supposed to be in the midst of war, is now gradually returning to peace and stability, and the pain brought by the war is being quickly healed.

It’s hard to say what a hero looks like in the eyes of people in other worlds.

But in this world, wielding a sword to stop disputes between two countries and quelling war in one place is a typical Mohist hero.

Don’t worry about why Qin Shi Moyu participated in this battle in the first place, and don’t worry about how many people he killed in this battle or how much benefit he gained.

It is an indisputable fact that the current stability in the land of Baiyue was indeed created by him.

This story is gradually spreading throughout the world as the Guiyi Chamber of Commerce travels around the world.

After this battle, Commander Han Mo has become a well-known giant in the world.

"Only one piece of the puzzle remains, Saint!"

Qin Shi Moyu took the priceless silk book, stared at the royal seal on it, and touched it with his muddy hand, leaving a layer of dust.

In this era, the so-called saints are not among the middle and lower classes, not among the people, but among the upper class.

Of the Four Princes of the Warring States Period, were the other three capable enough to be ranked alongside Wei Wuji? Wasn't it simply a matter of mutual flattery?

It's disgusting, but there's nothing you can do about it. This is the rule. If you want to become a saint, you have to be famous, and if you want to be famous, you can't do without the pen-wielding scholars of this era.

Qin Shi Mo Yu planned to retrace Mozi's path and gather the willpower of all living beings to help him break into the sea of ​​consciousness. He could not escape this disaster no matter what.

"Get ready," Qin Shi Mo Yu casually handed the silk book back to Mo Jiayi, and after a moment of thought, he said, "Four teams will accompany us on this operation. In addition, I will select one hundred Mohist disciples who are well-educated, eloquent, and have a scholarly air. They will accompany me to Xinzheng to participate in the King of Han's grand ceremony."

Qin Shimoyu paused, turned his head to look at Yan Lingji, and after a moment of thought, he said, "Hand over the matters at hand to the Corpse Exorcist. Bring the fully armed Wushuang Ghost with you and come with me."

Yan Lingji's eyes twitched when she heard that. She glanced at Mo Jia and a hint of resistance flashed across her eyes, but she still gritted her teeth and agreed.

After all, with Qin Shi Mo Yu around, Mo Jiayi would generally not care about her, but if she dared to disobey Qin Shi Mo Yu's orders, Mo Jiayi would probably come up with some tricks to torture her.

(End of this chapter)