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

Chapter 150: Sea of ​​Consciousness Palace - Mechanical City

"The Book of Changes, Xici, says: 'Hack wood to make a boat, bend wood to make an oar. The benefit of boats and oars is to relieve the blocked and to carry people far afield, bringing benefits to the world.' Mohist trade is like boats and oars, transporting grain from Yan and Ji to relieve the famine in Jing and Chu, and transferring copper from Ba and Shu to make plows for the Three Jins. This 'mutual benefit' is regarded by you as 'unearned gain'?"

Qin Shi Moyu paused, and glanced at everyone in the hall with a smile on his face.

The man in the night had a dark look in his eyes. He was about to open his mouth to refute, but was interrupted by Qin Shi Moyu, who continued:
"Mozi's book, "Give Importance to Righteousness," says: 'Whatever you say or do, do it if it benefits Heaven, the spirits, or the people; if it harms you, abandon it.' I established a chamber of commerce, and I circulate the world's treasures, but I practice frugality and never use a single bit for myself."

Qin Shi Moyu spoke calmly. He had long expected that he would be criticized sooner or later for establishing the Chamber of Commerce, so he had prepared a "disguise" from the beginning.

He never took a cent of the treasures that passed through his hands. Following the example of his superiors, he did not use them, and his subordinates did not dare to enjoy them openly.

As the saying goes, leaders lead by example. If he doesn't use it, no one under him dares to use it openly.

In secret, he can turn a blind eye. As long as he is not caught, he can eat a little and take a little, and keep the fat from the meat, which is normal operation.

But if someone accidentally discovers it, don't blame Commander Jiyong Shangtong Han Mo for cutting it on the spot.

Qin Shi Moyu opened his arms, his neat and clean black cloth clothes fluttering in the breeze, which was a silent evidence compared to the gorgeous costumes of the officials in the side hall.

"You gentlemen are clothed in silk and satin, wearing precious jade on your waists, and the Guiyi Chamber of Commerce, which makes a fortune every day, is run by a commoner like me. Who is the one who is exploiting the blood and sweat of the people?" Although he didn't say it out loud, the implication pierced everyone's heart like a knife.

The hall was suddenly silent, and the glances between them seemed awkward and unnatural.

The man frowned, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes. With his talent, he could naturally make a few sophistry arguments, but facts speak louder than words.

He was dressed in gorgeous clothes, while Qin Shi Moyu was wearing plain clothes. He had no evidence of Commander Han Mo's daily extravagance and debauchery. If he continued to argue at this moment, he would be at a disadvantage and lose face even more.

He bowed, retreated back into the crowd with a gloomy face, and muttered something in a low voice, but no one could hear it.

On the left side of the side hall, seeing that someone on Ji Wuye's side was ready to make a move again, he gave a look to the person next to him.

An elegant middle-aged man stepped out of the crowd first and bowed. After Qin Shi Moyu returned the greeting, he chuckled and asked, "I've heard of your great talent. May I ask what classics you are studying?"

Judging from the level of Qin Shi Moyu's two debates just now, the person under Zhang Kaidi's command is obviously an easy question. It is also a good story for everyone to praise each other.

But Qin Shi Moyu was like a fighting cock, unable to distinguish friend from foe. He started by saying, "I observed the celestial phenomena, divided the seasons, and established the twenty-four solar terms to guide farming. This can save the people some futile work and allow them to harvest more grain."

As soon as the words fell, the air in the hall stagnated and the scholar's smile froze on his face.

When it comes to academic research, shouldn't we show off by using the writings of our predecessors?

Oh, based on this one item alone, Qin Shi Moyu has already touched the edge of the sages. He is the sage, and he is the one who studies, so there is nothing wrong.

Qin Shi Moyu laughed secretly in his heart: I finally set up a stage, who are you, kid, and you want to share my fame?
Anyone who can debate with Zhuangzi must be at the level of Huizi.

If he were to argue with this Confucian scholar today, all the fame he had accumulated would have to be shared with this person, which would simply lower his own status.

Zhang Kaidi saw the Confucian scholar retreat in embarrassment, and his hand stroking his beard paused slightly, and the look he gave Qin Shi Moyu became slightly sharper.

Teammates are not necessarily there to assist you, they are more likely to steal your kills and eat up your economy!
It is normal for these losers to drag the team down. If you really dare to count on them, then just wait to have a cerebral hemorrhage from all kinds of weird operations of their pig teammates.

Han Fei, who was mixed in the crowd, stared at the solitary figure in black. Although he was standing at the end of the side hall, he seemed to be standing in the center.

Han Fei narrowed his eyes, and in a trance, he seemed to see a vast force like clouds, gathering above Qin Shi Moyu, condensing and lingering. A shadow burst out of his body, plunged into the clouds, and transformed into a soaring dragon, its scales and claws distinct, swallowing mountains and rivers with its aura.

"The fish swims into the sea, the trapped dragon ascends to the sky..." Han Fei murmured in a soft voice, with a complicated look in his eyes.

He knew very well that Qin Shi Moyu's ambitions went far beyond the Guiyi Chamber of Commerce. The calculations and power behind that commoner might be enough to shake up the world.

Was this figure in black the salvation of South Korea's long-standing weakness, or the catalyst for its demise? He couldn't tell.

Whether the golden scales transform into a dragon is a blessing or a curse remains unknown.
Princess Honglian, who was following behind him, didn't hear what her brother said at all. Her attention had already been firmly attracted by the lonely figure in black.

Her eyes fell on Qin Shi Moyu, flashing with admiration, adoration, and a hint of throbbing that she herself was not aware of.

Although she could only understand a few of the quotations from classics that Qin Shi Moyu had just said, this did not prevent the girl from looking at him simply, thinking that he was very majestic and powerful.

The room was full of nobles, civil and military officials, all of whom accused him arrogantly, and then were defeated one by one. In her eyes, there was an indescribable joy and admiration in their looks.

She furrowed her brows, trying to sort out her complex emotions. Was she in awe of his unfathomable intellect? Was she envious of his unyielding demeanor? Or was it... the lingering throbbing from that night's dream? Honglian clenched her fists, her knuckles turning slightly white, her heartbeat quickening.

"Honglian, what are you daydreaming about?" Han Fei's voice brought her back to reality.

Honglian was startled and quickly turned her head away as if to cover up, her tone a little flustered: "No...nothing! I was just looking at those nobles. They looked so funny with their dusty faces."

She said this, but her eyes involuntarily drifted to Qin Shi Moyu again. Seeing him silence another person, her heart skipped a beat and she muttered, "Pretending."

Han Fei chuckled, waved his finger in front of her eyes, and whispered, "Is the noble funny, or is someone too majestic?"

Honglian's cheeks turned even redder, and she glared at him: "Ninth Brother! What nonsense are you talking about!"

But the more she tried to deny it, the more her shame and anger became apparent. She turned her head away, forcing herself not to look at Qin Shi Moyu, but the vague figure from that night's dream, which she could no longer remember, emerged in her mind.

Honglian bit her lower lip tightly, her face flushed to the point of bleeding, and she cursed herself in her heart: "What a loser!"

But beneath that stubbornness, there was a desire that she was unwilling to admit. She longed to fight him again, longed for him to look at her with new eyes, and even longed for his deep voice to ring in her ears again.

Her clenched hands trembled slightly, and the throbbing in her eyes spread like spring water, becoming increasingly intense. Shame and anticipation intertwined, the girl's heart was in a turmoil.

On the other side of the side hall, Qin Shimoyu seemed to sense something. His gaze slanted slightly, sweeping across the crowd before landing precisely on Honglian. Through the crowd of figures, he caught sight of her flushed cheeks and evasive gaze.

Although the hints of the string-pulling game and the wild desire that night had dissipated in the dream, the seed had obviously taken root and sprouted in her heart, and even blossomed into a flower that he had not expected.

Qin Shimoyu withdrew his gaze, but his mind became clearer. The attacks and arguments within the hall had not shaken him; instead, they tempered his mind like fire.

Every time he defeated an opponent, his belief became stronger.

Those nobles who gnashed their teeth and made righteous accusations were rendered speechless and embarrassed by his counterattacks based on quotations from classics.

Gradually, even Qin Shimoyu himself believed it - I, the benevolent and kind Commander Han Mo, am really a sage in the world!
Gradually, no one in the side hall dared to fight him anymore.

Whether it was Ji Wuye who was gritting his teeth, or Zhang Kaidi with a gloomy look in his eyes, they had to admit that there were indeed no major loopholes in Qin Shimoyu's knowledge and morality.

At this moment, Han Yu, the fourth son of King Han, walked slowly out of the inner hall, breaking the tense situation outside the hall.

"My father has ordered that everyone enter the venue."

Zhang Kai heard this and walked towards the inner hall with his men without looking back. His steps were calm but with a hint of coldness.

Ji Wuye glanced at Qin Shimoyu coldly, with anger still in his tiger eyes. He snorted coldly and led Ye Mu and the others into the room first.

The vast majority of people outside the hall were not qualified to enter the inner hall. They looked towards the portal leading to the top of power with longing, wishing they could take its place.

However, Qin Shi Moyu, who was qualified to enter, did not move in a hurry.

He stood at the end of the side hall, squinting his eyes slightly. There seemed to be chaos in his eyes, giving birth to a new world.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, three silk threads hung from the void, emitting a faint light.

The tyrant's soul and the Taoist's soul looked over at the same time, and saw three puppet figures with completely different temperaments emerging from under the silk thread - one was holding a scroll, with an elegant temperament; one was holding a long sword, with an imposing and heroic air; and one was holding a tool ruler, with a unique craftsmanship.

The three of them fell into the void, stones and wood flew everywhere, metal and iron clashed, and in the blink of an eye, they built an exquisite mechanical city with towering walls and running mechanisms, exuding a majestic momentum.

"His heavenly palace is quite interesting." The Taoist's soul put his hands in his sleeves, chuckled, his eyes full of amusement.

The Tyrant's Soul frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "These three are all consciousnesses, where is the soul?"

He followed the thread, tracing it back to its source, and vaguely saw the squinting figure in black outside the hall, smiling at him.

"Interesting." The tyrant's soul's eyes flashed. He really didn't think it could be played like this.

If the realm is not reached, the soul cannot enter the sea of ​​consciousness, but one can find a way to send the conscious spirit in first and obtain the ability first.

(End of this chapter)