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

Chapter 142 Han Fei's Visit
At noon the next day, the sun was high in the sky and the air was filled with the smell of charcoal fire overflowing from the forge.

Qin Shi Moyu had just completed the first step of roughly extracting the materials and walked out of the forging room, his body covered in a mixture of black carbon ash and sweat.

Forging a weapon is not a matter of a day or two, especially a magical weapon. Every small step is laborious and long enough to wear out one's patience.

He rubbed his eyebrows, and a trace of fatigue flashed in his eyes.

"Commander, Han Fei is here to visit." Mo Jiayi's voice came from the side, low and respectful.

"Han Fei?"

Qin Shi Mo Yu heard this and stopped, turning to look at Mo Jiayi. His eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of deep thought flashing in his gaze. He had indeed conducted a small experiment on Hong Lian, but the method was extremely secretive.

Even someone as perceptive as Han Fei could only sense something strange from the sudden increase in Honglian's martial arts. The rest depended on his imagination.

"Take him to the reception room and prepare some fine wine; he doesn't drink tea."

Although what I did in my dream last night was a little bit out of line, dreams are just that.

Dreams leave no trace, and most memories are quickly forgotten after waking up.

After quickly washing off the black carbon ash on his body, he changed into a clean black robe and slowly walked towards the reception room.

The more this happens, the less anxious you should be and the more you should proceed at your own pace.

Once you start thinking about how to cover it up, whether you are being accommodating or being cold, Han Fei will notice something unusual.

In the reception room, fine wine has been placed on the wooden table, and the rich aroma of the wine fills the air.

Han Fei sat alone beside the desk, dressed in purple as usual, with a gentle and calm demeanor.

He held the wine bottle in his hand and had already drunk the whole pot of wine, but there was no sign of drunkenness on his face, only a faint smile hidden in his eyes.

Qin Shi Moyu walked in slowly. When the two met, they exchanged a few words calmly without showing any strange expression. Everything was normal.

After the greetings, Qin Shi Moyu picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea. The aroma of the tea was refreshing. He usually didn't like to drink unless it was necessary.

"I heard that a batch of your goods was robbed?" Han Fei spoke first, his tone filled with a hint of gloating.

"To be precise, it was destroyed." Qin Shimoyu took a sip of tea and said calmly, "My men killed most of the attackers, but the goods were not saved."

"Did Nightfall do it?" Han Fei asked casually, shaking the wine bottle slightly in his hand, causing tiny ripples in the wine.

"A group of bandits, but there is the shadow of a hundred birds behind them." Qin Shimoyu answered slowly.

Han Fei chuckled and took a sip of wine. "A Luowang stronghold was destroyed, and it was exposed in public, so close to Xinzheng. My father is furious, and Ji Wuye has been having a rough time these past few days."

"Ji Wuye doesn't have the brains to know that it was me who did it." A hint of disdain flashed in Qin Shimoyu's eyes. Although his tone was light, the meaning of his words was that he directly admitted that it was his own work.

"For him, it doesn't matter who did it. What matters is his attitude." Han Fei shook the wine bottle, his eyes fell on Qin Shi Moyu, and his tone was meaningful. "After suffering such a huge loss, if he can't show his thundering means and sacrifice a strong enough opponent to demonstrate his strength, Ye Mu's power will be unstable."

"And now in Xinzheng City, the most powerful emerging force is none other than Han Mo under Brother Mo's command." Han Fei stretched out his hand and pointed his finger at Qin Shimo Yu from a distance.

At this point in time, King Han An had not even completed the succession ceremony. Although Ye Mu's power had already spread, it was not as stable as it would be a few years later.

At least Ji Wuye nowadays does not dare to blatantly send out Bai Niao to assassinate officials who disagree with his political views and implement the physical elimination plan.

Qin Shi Moyu smiled faintly upon hearing this. "Ye Mu's layout in Baiyue has been almost completely dismantled by Bai Yifei. He naturally won't take the blame. The Hundred Poison King can't bear it, so he will definitely throw it on me. Regardless of whether I did it this time, using me as a scapegoat is a good choice for Ye Mu."

"It seems Brother Mo has anticipated this." Han Fei stared at him with a look of inquiry in his eyes. "I'm curious about what countermeasures Brother Mo has prepared."

"It's very simple," Qin Shi Moyu spread his hands in a very simple manner, and said calmly: "I was not prepared at all, so I just took the beating."

"Show weakness to the enemy? Show weakness to the friend?" Han Fei narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was realizing for the first time what kind of person Brother Mo was.

He picked up the wine bottle, gently stroked the rim with his fingertips, and a hint of contemplation flashed in his eyes.

Getting beaten, at that point in time, was indeed a good idea for a young man like Han Mo.

Ye Mu, the most powerful force in South Korea under the King of Han, acts arrogantly and has many enemies. According to the law that the enemy of my enemy is my friend, Han Mo will inevitably gain the support of some people while being targeted by Ye Mu.

These people can become Han Mo's foundation in the court. As long as they can withstand Ye Mu's attack and not fall, then gradually, many people who were originally afraid of Ye Mu will continue to join Han Mo.

Han Mo will become a banner against the night.

By then, they will have completely established their foothold and be qualified to compete with South Korea's top power. Han Mo will at least be among the top three major powers.

From a short-term perspective, showing weakness will also help the aristocratic forces represented by Prime Minister Zhang to accept Han Mo. If he is too strong, Prime Minister Zhang will definitely worry that Han Mo will become the second stronger Ye Mu.

Even if we don't consider this, you are so strong now, so weren't the benefits you took out before a little less?
Therefore, Han Mo cannot be too weak, so as to be severely injured by Ye Mu, nor can he be too strong, so as to be feared by the gentry.

Commander Han Mo, who was able to see this clearly and grasp the degree, became somewhat scheming and cunning in Han Fei's eyes.

"Zhang Liang has persuaded Prime Minister Zhang to support the Mohist school's entry into Han. Ji Wuye will oppose it. My father is suspicious and likes to use checks and balances. Brother Mo, are you ready to persuade him?" Han Fei's eyes were a little complicated when he mentioned his father.

Since Shen Buhai's reforms, the monarchs of the past few generations in South Korea have liked to wield power and play tricks. They only understand the so-called imperial mind, but forget that the foundation of the trick is Tao.

Even Shen Buhai's "technique" is based on the legalist laws. He only plays with techniques and ignores the role of laws.

Those behaviors that make themselves seem unfathomable will only make them look like a clown, but those who like to play power games will never realize it and instead think they are very cool.

Qin Shi Moyu poured himself another cup of tea, took a sip, and placed it on the table. He stared calmly at the ripples in the tea, his tone indifferent, "Sometimes, if you want to break the balance, besides increasing your own bargaining chips, reducing the other party's chips might be a better choice."

Han Fei's eyes flashed, and he understood that Qin Shi Moyu was going to attack Ji Wuye, but what he couldn't figure out was how Qin Shi Moyu would do it?
This force cannot be too light or too heavy, but it must be decisive, and it must be related to the Mohist entry into Korea.

"Could it be the Snow Robe Marquis?" He thought of Bai Yifei, whom Qin Shimoyu had mentioned.

Given the bizarre situation in the land of Baiyue, and the tone and attitude Qin Shimoyu had just expressed when talking about Bai Yifei, it was not difficult for Han Fei to guess that the two of them definitely had some kind of connection.

But he rejected this idea as soon as it came up. The stakes were too high, and if it touched the military, it would only arouse his father's suspicion.

I couldn't figure it out, but I didn't ask too much.

This kind of crucial question involving life and death, success or failure, given Han Fei and Qin Shi Moyu's current preliminary cooperative relationship, would only make them feel awkward if asked.

Han Fei picked up the wine bottle and took a sip. Suddenly, he changed the subject and said nonchalantly, "I heard from Honglian that Brother Mo taught her a very powerful sword technique and also gave her a precious sword."

His tone was light as if he was just saying it casually, but his deep eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp light flashed across his eyes, and he weighed Qin Shi Moyu's reaction calmly.

Qin Shi Moyu raised his eyes and met his gaze. He chuckled softly, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said calmly, "Princess Honglian did come to see me yesterday. I was busy forging at the time, and my men were a little slow. Seeing that the princess liked swords, I gave her one and taught her a few tricks as an apology."

He said this in a bold manner, and more importantly, it was in line with Qin Shi Mo Yu's usual style.

Han Fei had seen that precious sword in Honglian's hands this morning. Although he was not proficient in martial arts, he had an extremely sharp eye and could tell at a glance the level of that unpolished sword.

Although it is not as good as those magical weapons in the famous sword list, it is definitely a top-notch sword!

What shocked Han Fei even more was Honglian's dramatic growth in swordsmanship.

As her brother, he was naturally very clear about Honglian's qualifications and level. Calling her third-rate was an exaggeration, but now her sword dance had reached second-rate level, and she was extremely skilled in the use of internal energy.

Obviously, it is not as simple as "teaching a few tricks" as Qin Shi Moyu said.

But apart from the huge increase in strength, Han Fei really couldn't see any problems. If he had to say something, perhaps Honglian was too impressed by Qin Shi Moyu?

But on second thought, if her strength can grow so rapidly, it is normal to be impressed.

Han Fei narrowed his eyes and stared at Qin Shimoyu's calm face, trying to find a flaw in his face, but found nothing.

Finally, he put the wine bottle back on the table and chuckled, "Brother Mo, you've taught me these two tricks really well. Give me some pointers when you have time."

"When I have time, I will." Qin Shi Moyu responded with a polite smile, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Unless you've changed your gender, no, even if you have, I definitely don't have the time to teach you how to do things!"

(End of this chapter)