I was fucked by Zheng Ge as soon as I crossed over

Inside the small school, the light was a little dim, and the cool breeze blew freely through the window lattices. A dozen students were sitting scattered around, and among them were a few gray-haired old men, who stood out among the group of young children.

Ziying was dressed in a plain robe, with a calm face and gentle eyes. He held a scroll in his hand and explained the course in a slow and orderly manner.

"Heaven and earth are the inns of all things; time is the passing guest of a hundred generations..."

Ziying's voice echoed in the classroom. The young children listened attentively, lowering their heads from time to time to take notes. The old men also seemed to be listening carefully on the surface, but there was a hint of anxiety and expectation in their eyes.

They had been there for a long time and had not yet had a private conversation with Ziying, so they urgently needed an opportunity for a private meeting.

The sound of teaching in the school never stops.

Ziying continued to explain slowly and at his own pace.

These days, this group of old men have been trying hard to find an opportunity to meet Ziying alone every day.

Random encounters, blockades, everything possible.

Ziying lowered his eyes, a sinister look flashing across his eyes.

It's time to meet this group of people.

The sunlight penetrated the clouds and fell on the windowsill of the school.

The young children imitated Ziying and recited, but the adults in the school had their own thoughts and plans.

Finally, the class ended and the children packed up their books and filed out.

But those old men were hesitant and showed no intention of leaving.

Ziying packed up his books, glanced at them, and then said, "Elders, if you have any questions, please follow me."

When the old men heard this, a hint of joy flashed in their eyes. They quickly stood up and followed Ziying to a small study behind the school.

The study is simply furnished with a desk, a few chairs, and a hand-painted landscape painting hanging on the wall.

Ziying gestured to the old men to sit down, and he sat down behind the desk.

"I know why you have come here." Ziying went straight to the point, his sharp eyes scanning the faces of the old men one by one.

"The world is in chaos today, and neither you nor I can help ourselves. But I have my principles and ambitions. If you want to join me, you must be honest with me."

One of the elders, a thin man with a cunning look in his eyes, spoke first: "Sir, I am a descendant of the royal family of Great Chu. Although I have experienced many hardships, I still have some prestige among my former subordinates. With just one order from you, I can summon my former subordinates and serve you wholeheartedly."

Another burly old man was not to be outdone: "We have been doing business in the north for many years and have accumulated a lot of wealth. Money is more important than the body. If you need it, I am willing to give everything I have to help you achieve great things."

The old men spoke one after another, showing off their advantages and sincerity, all hoping to gain Ziying's favor.

Ziying listened quietly, but was thinking secretly in his heart.

He needs to carefully distinguish how much truth and how much falsehood these old men's words have.

After a long time, Ziying raised his hand to signal the old men to be quiet.

He slowly stood up, walked to the mountain and river map, stared at it, and said, "You and I both have ambitions for the world, not for our own selfish interests, but to restore the old system. National hatred and family feuds, the people of all countries are suffering unspeakably, all harmed by the tyranny of Qin. However, the tyrannical Qin cavalry is brutal and brutal, and now with the help of the emperor, great things are difficult to achieve..."

The old men looked at each other, as if they had not expected Ziying to be so frank.

They all frowned, and were shocked when they thought about what they had seen and heard in the past few days.

The other party dared to say this, he must have figured out their background.

Ziying turned around and looked at them deeply: "Since you are here and want to push me to the front, you must use it."

After looking around, Ziying's eyes finally fell on an old man who had been silent all the time.

This old man never boasted too much about himself from beginning to end. He just listened quietly to what others said, but his eyes showed calmness and determination.

The old man who was being stared at was slightly startled, then he stood up and bowed to everyone: "Gentlemen, I am Mo Taijie, a descendant of the Lonely Bamboo Kingdom."

When these words were spoken, everyone in the room was shocked.

This is the Guzhu Kingdom that has single-handedly resisted the Shanrong for thousands of years!

There were also Boyi and Shuqi who would rather starve to death on Shouyang Mountain than eat Zhou millet.

After Guzhu, two of the married daughters of the Yan family raised the two great sages Confucius and Mozi.

"Please help me sir!"

Ziying's voice rang out in the silent room, and everyone came back to their senses, looking eagerly at Mo Taijie.

If you get this man, you can defeat ten thousand troops.

Mo Taijie ignored the gazes of others and just looked straight at Ziying.

"I heard that you are a descendant of the lost bloodline of King Zhao of Wei, Wei Chu. Wei Xike, is this true?"

Ziying's face remained unchanged as he nodded seriously and solemnly, "Yes."

The corners of Mo Taijie's mouth curled up, and he sat back down, "Then everything will be alright."

Hearing this, Ziying also chuckled. Both of them stopped talking, but it seemed that something had already formed a tacit understanding between them.

Seeing this, the others all became anxious.

Wei Xike? This man's real name is actually this.

They had been here for so long before they were able to find out this man's identity as a Wei State.

This Mo Taijie is so powerful that he even figured out the name?

Ziying, smiling as he silently poured himself a cup of hot tea, was also deep in thought.

Only a few people knew his identity, and he had never made it known to the outside world. What went wrong?

Is it the old Wei?

Or in the village?

Thinking of this, Ziying narrowed his eyes slightly and quickly lowered his head to hide the fierceness on his face.

At the beginning, the emperor's uncle learned from the surrendered Wei family members that King Zhao of Wei, Wei Chu, might have blood descendants, so he took advantage of this and fabricated the identity of Wei Xike for him.

Since he came here, he rarely mentioned this name.

What is going wrong?

"I heard that many of the descendants of the King of Wei have already joined the Imperial Master's school. Their intention to join the enemy is known to the world."

An old voice sounded, waking everyone from their deep thoughts.

Ziying also came back to his senses from his thoughts and smiled contemptuously, "You cowards who covet life and death, I am here to tell everyone that the spirit of our Wei is still there, and it did not die in that war that destroyed the country."

"Good!" Mo Taijie praised loudly, and it was the same for him.

Back then, when the Shang Dynasty was rising, he was alone in Zhu and valued loyalty, and refused to recognize the King of Zhou. As a result, the Zhou people cut off his retreat and supplies, and they could only resist the Shanrong like an isolated island.

There is no such thing as innate mechanical power. It is just a necessity due to their poverty and small population.

Later, when the country was destroyed, the clan members scattered all over the world and changed their names. The Mo Tai clan had not been heard of in the world for a long time.

Now, after experiencing the chaos of the Zhou Dynasty, the clansmen have long lost their original integrity, and most of them have become obsessed with the fantasy of Qin unifying the world and bringing peace.

Don’t you know that universal love is not aggression? Non-aggression is secondary, and universal love is the foundation.

Today's unification will eventually become like that divine light, beautiful but also short-lived.