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

Chapter 127 Mechanism Puppet

The sun was rising, and the eastern sky was turning pale. Dust was flying on the official road in front of the Xinzheng city gate, and a long team of a hundred people was slowly walking towards them.

The morning breeze blew, rolling up the yellow earth and making it dance lightly. The air was filled with the fresh scent of soil and grass.

The team's pace was steady and uniform, and every step was accompanied by a low rhythm, as if the earth was trembling slightly.

The hundred men were all dressed in uniform black cloth, with short swords on their waists and bags on their shoulders. Although they were not wearing armor, they exuded an iron-blooded and murderous aura.

At the front of the team, a burly figure was wearing a conical hat. The wide hat covered half of his face, revealing only a pair of eyes as deep as the abyss, quietly scanning the city gate ahead.

"stand at attention!"

Just a whisper, and the wooden boots of a hundred Mohist disciples behind him stepped on the loess with two "thump" sounds, and they stopped in unison. The sound was like the beating of war drums, which shocked the people watching the excitement on the roadside.

Hundreds of people stood still like sculptures, their movements so consistent that they seemed like shadows of the same person. No one made any noise during the entire process, and even their breathing was deliberately suppressed.

The orders are strictly enforced and the momentum is overwhelming!

The guard at the city gate couldn't help but tighten his grip on his spear, a trace of fear flashing in his eyes. He muttered softly, "Where did this team come from... Even the most elite warriors of the tyrannical Qin Dynasty are only as good as this, right?"

"Mo Yu, the seventh-generation grandson of Mozi, has been invited by the king to attend the ceremony with his disciples." 'Qin Shi Mo Yu' raised his head slightly, took out a silk book from his bosom and handed it over. His movements were smooth and without a trace of stiffness.

The leading city gate guard took the silk book and took a look at it. The seal of King Han was clearly visible on the silk book.

Logically speaking, with the seal in hand, he should be allowed to pass directly, but the momentum displayed by this Mohist disciple was too terrifying.

It might be a bit of an exaggeration to let these one hundred people in to attack the King of Han's palace, but it would be easy to kill a few important officials, slaughter a few noble families, or even use internal and external forces to seize the city gate.

The city gate guard swallowed, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, leaving a small wet mark on the loess. He didn't dare let him go, let alone refute him. This burly figure who claimed to be "Mozi's seventh-generation grandson" had an extraordinary demeanor, and the murderous aura of the hundred people behind him weighed heavily on his heart.

"I was inconsiderate and forgot to ask the king for the pass for my disciples. I hope this general can inform him on my behalf." Seeing this, 'Qin Shi Mo Yu' bowed again, his tone gentle and elegant, with a slight smile on his lips, showing a bit of self-deprecation and humility.

His integrity was like a spring breeze, which made the onlookers look at him sideways.

Xinzheng was the capital of South Korea, a city of mixed fortunes, with scholars, elite generals, and even prominent figures. The common people had seen many of them, but they had never seen anything like this Mohist army, marching in unison, imposing yet elegant.

Murmurs rose among the crowd. Someone whispered, "This man looks like an important figure, why is he so polite?" Someone else asked curiously, "Where did these soldiers come from? They look like elite soldiers." Another person chimed in, "They sound like disciples of the Mohist school. Could they be descendants of the legendary Mozi?"

Qin Shi Mo Yu turned his head, glanced at the disciples behind him, and said calmly, "Open the city gate and don't hinder others from traveling."

As soon as he finished speaking, a hundred Mohist disciples, like silent wooden figures, turned in unison, then split into two teams, each dispersing to either side of the city wall. Their movements were clean and sharp, the sound of their boots clacking the ground like the beat of a drum, and then silence returned in an instant.

The curiosity in the eyes of the onlookers grew stronger, and the sound of their pointing and talking grew louder.

The two teams, led by Mo Yiyi and Mo Bingyi, each found an open space beneath the city wall. The disciples formed a semicircle, sat cross-legged, and unloaded bamboo slips from their bags, spreading them across their knees.

After a while, the low sound of reading was heard, like the gurgling stream flowing slowly.

"Rain Water, Waking of Insects, Spring Equinox, Qingming Festival, Grain Rain, Beginning of Summer, each has its own season..."

Only then did people realize that these Mohist disciples were not mute. Although their voices were not loud, they were clear and audible, with a sense of enlightenment.

An old farmer listened to a few lines of the disciple's recitation, squinted his eyes, and thought carefully. Suddenly, he slapped his thigh and said, "Isn't this the way to farm? Rain Water and Waking of Insects... This sounds like the season of nature!"

A man nearby sneered, "A bunch of sword-wielding brutes, you think you know how to farm? You're just bragging!"

The old farmer glared at him and said, "You know shit! I've been farming for decades, how could I not understand the ins and outs of this?"

Not far away, a middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian scholar paused, frowning as he listened to the recitation. He whispered, "The 24 solar terms? This Han Mo is quite interesting; he's not your average Mohist knight." A servant beside him asked curiously, "Sir, doesn't the Mohist school value craftsmen and knight-errantry? Why are they also interfering in farm matters?"

The Confucian scholar stroked his long beard and mused, "The Mohist doctrine advocates universal love, non-aggression, promoting benefits and eliminating harm. Teaching the people to farm may not be incompatible with their aspirations."

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Qin Shi Mo Yu gazed at the people who were gathering around him, with a smile of emotion on his face.

Life is like a play and it all depends on your acting skills. There are not so many coincidences. It’s just a matter of preparing everything in advance and using it according to the situation.

By the way, he was able to cause such a commotion with only a hundred disciples. I really wonder what the scene was like when the legendary Confucius drove a chariot with three thousand disciples.

If they dared to let three thousand people into the city, even a capital like Xinzheng would be vulnerable to capture. At least if you let War Madman Mo Yu take charge, he would definitely be able to take it down.

Qin Shi Mo Yu pressed down his hat to hide the slightly stiff expression on his face.

Outside the Zi Lan Pavilion, the clamor of carriages and horses rang out, while inside, the melodious sound of stringed instruments and the graceful dance of light veils played. The silhouettes of dancers loomed, and the aroma of wine and cosmetics intertwined, creating an intoxicating scene.

In the private room, the flickering candlelight casts a faint glow on the wine cup on the rosewood table.

Mo Jiayi led 'Qin Shi Mo Yu' into the private room.

This burly figure who should have been at the city gate at this moment appeared here in a dignified manner, wearing a conical hat and a black short robe, with his bare feet casually resting on the edge of the couch, playing with a wine glass between his fingers.

Although he looked somewhat similar to Qin Shi Moyu, he had a rough and stiff feeling, as if a mechanical puppet was covered with human skin, and his movements were less agile than the one outside the city.

Mo Jia glanced at Qin Shi Mo Yu, frowned slightly, and whispered, "Commander-in-Chief, isn't your mechanical puppet... a little too perfunctory?"

Qin Shi Mo Yu's eyes gleamed with a divine light as he stared at Mo Jia Yi. A stiff smile formed at the corner of his mouth. His voice came from his throat, low but with a hint of teasing: "You don't understand. I just have to act fake."

It paused, picked up the wine cup and poured itself a glass. "Han Fei and Zhang Liang are both extraordinary men, with the ability to see through everything. No matter how ingenious my work is, I can't hide it from them. So, why not make it more obvious? I can save some effort and also get them to speculate."

Mo Jiayi fell silent. She was gifted and had followed Qin Shi Moyu the longest, so she had learned the most knowledge. However, that knowledge was just a pile of books in her mind, not practical wisdom.

As a person in charge, she is undoubtedly unqualified; but as a secretary, she is the one Qin Shi Moyu likes the most.

Mo Jiayi's eyes fell on the puppet. Although she was mentally prepared, she still felt a little uneasy when she saw it drinking like a normal person. Under the candlelight, its stiff face and strange movements gave off a sense of weirdness.

The candlelight on the table flickered, and the orange halo danced on the puppet, casting a somewhat unreal shadow.

"Mo Yiyi should have led his team to the city gate by now. You asked me to lead the puppet here. When will the guests arrive?" Mo Jiayi asked in a low voice.

Qin Shi Mo Yu waved his hand and said calmly, "They have to go to the city gate to take a look, so they will definitely be late. Go find Zi Nu to learn the zither first, don't waste time."

Mo Jia was stunned for a moment, then nodded in agreement and turned to leave the private room. The door curtain fluttered slightly, and the sound of stringed instruments could be heard faintly. She walked into the lobby of Zi Lan Xuan, looking for Zi Nu.

The private room was silent, with only the crackling of candlelight.

The puppet sat alone, the wine glass twirling gently between his fingers, a gleam in his eyes.

In the distance, the real Qin Shi Moyu was hiding in the basement, with three talismans stuck on his forehead, and he was controlling the puppet with his eyes closed.

This trip to Xinzheng is of course extremely dangerous. How could Qin Shi Moyu, who is afraid of death, take such a risk?
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he thought to himself, "I wonder if there's some idiot who thinks my true self must be in one of these three puppets. It would be fun if someone really spent the effort to destroy all three puppets, and finally found out that they were all fake."

Not long after, the door curtain of the private room of Zi Lan Xuan moved again, and Han Fei and Zhang Liang walked in together.

Han Fei was dressed in a purple robe, with a hint of cynicism between his brows; Zhang Liang was dressed in white and elegant, holding a bamboo slip, with deep thought in his eyes, but also showing a bit of immaturity.

When they entered, they saw 'Qin Shi Mo Yu' sitting alone. They both paused with subtle looks in their eyes.

"Brother Mo is truly a master of tactics." Han Fei sat down, raised his wine glass, and swayed gently, his tone half-smiling. "Although I heard that Gongshu couldn't stand the loss and asked the King of Chu to execute Mozi, I never thought that your master would directly remove his head, shocking Gongshu and King Hui of Chu."

"I thought it was just a rumor, but seeing it today, I realized I was shortsighted. I'll drink a glass of wine myself."

After saying this, Han Fei raised his head and drank the wine in the cup. His movements were graceful, but his eyes never left the puppet.

"Brother Han, you're too kind." 'Qin Shi Mo Yu' put down his wine glass and forced a smile, a glint in his eyes. "This is just a little trick, just to make you laugh."

It picked up the wine jug and poured another glass. Although its movements mimicked those of an ordinary person, they were still unnaturally slow. "The Mohist art of mechanical engineering has been passed down to this day, but it always has some unconventional methods. If you two are interested, I can give you a puppet as a maid. Just tell me what kind you want."

Zhang Liang coughed lightly, covered his lips, and sat down. His eyes wandered over the puppet, and he said with a hint of dissatisfaction, "Since Brother Mo can do it so perfectly, why did he use this puppet to scare Brother Han and me? Besides, it's so obvious, I'm afraid even ordinary people on the street can see the clues."

"The more human-like the puppet is, the more effort it takes to create it." 'Qin Shi Mo Yu' laughed heartily, his voice a little stiff. "As for being discovered by others, that's even less of a concern. If they really want to investigate, even if my puppet is flawless, how can I hide my whereabouts from anyone?"

"Since that's the case, then why not show it openly? Once someone sees it, they'll know I have a hidden card. If they can't figure it out, they won't act rashly and will always be wary."

The words "Qin Shi Mo Yu" were clever, as if alluding to the night that enveloped the city of Xinzheng, but his eyes were fixed on Han Fei and Zhang Liang.

Han Fei glanced at the corner of his mouth, held his forehead and drank another glass of wine, forcing himself to change the subject: "Brother Mo, you invited me here this time, you didn't just invite me to drink, right? Then you should come in your real body. It's a bit of a waste to let a puppet drink the expensive wine of Zi Lan Xuan."

Although he said he wanted to change the subject, he still couldn't help but want to explore the depth of Qin Shi Moyu's puppetry.

"It's okay, it's not a big deal. Just put it in a wooden barrel and I'll take it out and drink it when I get back." Qin Shi Mo Yu said jokingly.

"Puff!" Zhang Liang was still young and lacked experience. He spat out a mouthful of wine and coughed twice due to choking. His face was full of disgust. "Brother Mo, you are... disgusting!" He glared at the puppet, covered his lips and coughed lightly, his handsome face flushed slightly.

(End of this chapter)