summer day, winter night

The defensive measures around the wood thorn are indeed worthy of its status in the business world. This is the conclusion drawn by Cang Zhouxing's personal experiments, and the price is full of injuries.

In this regard, Mu Ximing's attitude is to watch the fire from the other side, and the cost of repairing the agency and Cang Zhouxing is a drop in the bucket for half a huge Mujing.

Cang Zhouxing lay on the bed for two days, rarely feeling the sadness of a bird in a cage. He smiled wryly, after these few days, he knew how anxious the people looking for him outside were without thinking.

In the face of absolute force, he couldn't even think of hatred.

He could only let out a long sigh, raised his head and drank a glass of water in one gulp, and moved to the window with difficulty, but just as he opened the window a crack, he was frightened by Mu Ximing who was standing close to the window outside With a jump, he withdrew his hand reflexively, and Mu Ximing grabbed the window, opened it, and supported it.

It was still the iconic weird smile, "How about it, have you thought about it? As the old man's disciple, the old man will let you report a letter to your little lover!"

Cang Zhouxing didn't reply, he was silent for a while, and said, "Come in and talk."

This room is very large and exquisite, and it is two extremes with the decoration of Cangwang Mansion.The two sat down outside, and Mu Ximing chuckled, "Why, as the old man's disciple, why have you wronged you? Mu Jing is as rich as a country, at least it can keep your little lover from starving!"

Cang Zhouxing completely concealed the edges and corners of the previous two days. He slowly filled his teacup with tea, his lowered eyes couldn't see his emotions clearly, "Why is the head of Mu so aggressive? Your choice is not limited to me."

"Oh, there are many choices, but the old man thinks that you are suitable. The old man is dying of illness. Of course, he has to find another good one for Mu Jing."

"You!" This sentence made Cang Zhouxing short of breath for a while, "You clearly know that my ambition is not here, and it is so difficult for others, why not find someone who is willing."

But Mu Ximing snorted coldly, and mocked sharply: "The ambition is not here, the other ambition is not here. Then you tell the old man where is your ambition? With the emperor? You treat the emperor as a brother, don't forget, the late emperor You slaughtered all of the Cang family! Now this one will never trust you, he has someone to use, and there is no shortage of you! Wherever you will be loyal, where will you lead the army!"

Cang Zhouxing stared blankly at the table, the knuckles of his hand grasping the corner of the table turned white, and he chose to remain silent.

Mu Ximing stared closely at his eyes, his voice slowed down, and he paused every word: "Don't forget, if it wasn't for the old man, or Mu Jing, you would have died when you were 12 years old, let alone entered the palace to do it." Read with the emperor!"

"So what," Cang Zhouxing gritted his teeth, "No matter what, it's better than entering Mujing and standing on the opposite side of the court."

"Why is it the opposite of the imperial court? This old man is not like Mr. Mo Chu. This old man is an out-and-out businessman. When you hold the wooden thorn in your hands, the emperor will not refuse to accept the olive branch you throw."

"Think about it carefully, now that you are in the hands of this old man, you and this old man are related by blood. This old man will not kill you, but he can lock you up until he dies of illness! Think about it, after a few years, no one in the world will know that Lord Cang Zhou Xingcang , your little lover, I don't know whether it will be dead or alive."

There is a strange sense of gloom infiltrating into the bone marrow in this strange passage.

Cang Zhouxing came to his senses only after Mu Ximing walked out of the room, his lips were paler than before, and his whole body was stretched out on the chair, as if his muscles had been taken away.

Cang Zhouxing had to admit that every word and sound of these words was correct, and he simply tore his little fantasy into pieces and crushed it into dust.

It was clean, as if it was shattered in his chest, causing his heart to burn like a pain.

He has only one choice.

Just like the meat on the board, he can only choose to take over Mu Ximing's faction and participate in Mu Jing's leadership. As Mu Ximing's successor, he is hostile to Lord Mo Chu. As a member of Mu Jing, he is regarded as adversary.

But he didn't rush to put a symbol of despair on himself. The experience of living alone and dealing with all affairs since he was a child has cultivated his pessimistic personality and taught him the courage not to accept his fate.

In this world, the road of objective existence is often wider than one imagines.

After less than half a day to clean up his emotions, he knelt down in front of Mu Ximing and kowtowed three times, and offered a cup of apprentice tea.

Mu Ximing smiled, he followed Mu Ximing, and the corners of his lips slowly curved up, not to show his inner emotions, but just to make his expression not ugly.

In exchange, Mu Ximing let in a dove who was looking for him. He scribbled and changed himself as he wished, wrote letters over and over again, and let him fly out.

After living for half his life, he finally found a serious master for himself, and spent a period of time being taught and disciplined by the master.

Cang Zhouxing is very obedient and rarely talks about anything other than schoolwork.

He wrote many letters to Su Wuxie, but did not receive a single reply, but the flying back of Jiu'er's empty paws was enough to make him smile after a hard day's work.

On the contrary, Yunchan wrote him a lot of letters, all about the situation of his own organization, and he would occasionally reply with a few words, pointing out the general direction of development.

Then stared in one direction for a long time, then lit the lamp and opened the pages of the book.

Satisfied Mu Ximing, this strange-looking old man is still very generous, even a little unscrupulous in his generosity, regardless of Cang Zhouxing's objection, he directly and forcefully snatched Su Wuzhan in, his attitude was like treating a prize, In the gesture of rewarding, force others to accept.

At this time, it was less than half a year since the end of the three years of Ding You.

The day before picking up Su Wuxie, Mu Ximing made a remark after the day's class: "Seeing how well-behaved you have been as an apprentice recently, I will give you a reward and bring your little lover here." , are you happy?"

Cang Zhouxing raised his eyes and glanced, feeling that the old guy really deserved a beating when he smiled.

the next day.Fortunately, what he saw was Su Wuzhen intact. If Su Wuzhen was really injured, he didn't know what he would do.

Without further ado, the two went directly to Cang Zhouxing's residence.

"Why did Mujing choose you as his successor?" Su Wuxi cut to the chase.

Regarding the news that was allowed to be leaked to the outside world, Cang Zhouxing always gave a copy to his own organization and a copy to Su Wuzhe Feijiu, so Su Wuzhe also understood the current situation.

Cang Zhouxing couldn't help but smiled wryly, "Mu Ximing's character is moody, he does things as he pleases, and he has a bit of a bad taste, so this question is very simple, and he is willing!"

Su Wuzhen frowned, and Cang Zhouxing knew what he was worried about when he saw Su Wuzhen's expression, so he explained directly: "Some situations belong to the high-level secrets of the organization Mu Jing, and Mu Ximing does not allow me to Written in a letter, so, in fact, the current situation is much more complicated than what I told you."

"In Mujing, the conservative faction is headed by Mu Ximing, and the radical faction is headed by Mo Chujun. This Mo Chujun is not simple. He is the 130th generation head of the ancient Mohist school, but his ancestors violated the Mohist precepts. As a disciple who was expelled from the Mohist school, it can be said that his lineage, except for mechanism skills, has a different philosophy from the original Mohist school."

"The ancestor was expelled from the Mo family, so how can he still be the head?" Su Wuxi was puzzled.

"It's very simple." Cang Zhouxing spread his hands, "His lineage is the only remaining faction that is related to the Mohist school."