When cheers arise, there are likes and dislikes.

Likes and dislikes are not necessarily good or evil.

If you have likes and dislikes, you can know righteousness.

Unrighteousness, like a person stepping on an ant, has no joy or evil.

As for the righteousness of judging right and wrong so that there is a righteousness of liking and disliking, which kind of righteousness is another matter.

After Mozi heard these cheers, his face showed a pleasant face, and the name of "Poem" was Yan Yan.

Ignoring the many possible enemies around him, he said to the disciples around him: "I have heard the joy of all the people, and I have gained something." ”

The disciples who accompanied him did not have any special tasks for the time being, and when they heard the gentleman say this, they did not avoid the enemy at all, so they knelt on the ground one after another, took out the paper with a leather shell from the small burlap bag they carried outside the leather armor, and took out the charcoal pen that could be used at any time to remember the Great Dao.

"In the past, Xia Ji made a wine pond meat forest, and often tortured and killed. The business is more heart-digging than *** branding the people. The people of the world are sympathetic to these people who have been dug out and tortured to death. ”

"Later, Shang Tang was released in Nanchao, King Wu punished Shang in Lutai, and the people of the world waited until Xia Wei died and Shang Wei died, and they were as happy as a bird and as happy as a rabbit."

"It's the same killing, why is there sympathy and joy?"

"He who is cheerful will do what is right, and it is in accordance with the will of heaven."

"Therefore, life and death are not things worth celebrating or resenting, whether life and death are righteous, whether they are in line with the will of heaven, and whether they are beneficial to the world are things worth celebrating or resenting."

"What's the joy of life? Why is it so painful to die? If you do it for the sake of harming the world, you can spit on it; If you die for the benefit of the world, you will die a respectable death; Killing people and benefiting the world can be killed; Saving people harms the world, and it cannot be saved. ”

Charcoal salsa, the disciples around the attendant wrote down one by one, and if there were words that could not be written, they were first written down in the right pronunciation for them.

These people have been ink masters for a long time, and they have a lot of understanding of the debate of ink artists, and they have a deep understanding of the "right of weighing" and "the scripture of arguments".

When Mozi said this, everyone had their own gains, or said, "We can understand the truth of the gentleman." If it is written and spread to the world, it can also be known to the world. ”

Mozi smiled, and said in his heart that it is suitable for me to walk into the grass and incarnate into ten million, but what is it that I am who walks into the grass? I'm afraid that there are still the right two gentlemen.

It's just that righteousness is similar and compatible, but he wants to treat me as a sunflower that can live in the eyes of all people.

He obviously didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but he insisted on making me a ghost.

It's good.

Estimating the form of this time, with a smile on his face, he secretly ordered the seemingly loose inkers around him to concentrate here, except for the people who were necessary to stabilize the people, and the rest gathered from the passage to make a good encirclement.

The order was written on paper and handed over to the disciples who accompanied him, and the disciples also quietly left, each passing on to the head of the ink master.

In the audience, the master and apprentice talked and laughed as if no one was there; On stage, the killer was smiling.

Finally, those hostile people were oozing beads of sweat on their faces, and those disciples who were accompanying Mozi sat on their knees as if no one was around, showing their backs in front of everyone, but they didn't care, and their self-confidence was self-evident.

While the ink artist was talking and laughing, the fifteen-year-old murderous Teng Shuyu rolled off the first drop of sweat and fell to the ground imperceptibly from his chin.

The beads of sweat are subtle, but this drop shakes for miles.

When those big clan witches looked at Teng Shuyu before, they all felt silent, they must have miraculous skills on their bodies, and they must have confidence in their hearts.

In fact, Teng Shuyu has been very tired since Luo Qianli killed the first person.

His legs had already begun to tremble unconsciously when Luo Qianli shouted "next".

But he could not tremble in front of the crowd, so he tensed the muscles of his thighs and calves so hard that they were as stiff as stones.

It was extremely exhausting, but at least it didn't tremble.

Exhaustion is pain, which you can bear; To tremble is cowardice, and others will mock it.

Warriors live for others and in the eyes of all.

What everyone saw in their eyes was that he was silent, his face did not change, but in fact he gritted his teeth tightly and puffed out the muscles of his cheeks, and used his stiff muscles to resist the clicking sound of his teeth hitting in fear.

Murder at the age of fifteen, famous at the age of fifteen, he thought he was already a good swordsman, the first ranger in the world.

He also knows that the Central Plains is prosperous, but if he thinks about it, he is a murderer, even if the countries have good hands, they can only be similar to themselves, and the Mo people are famous, but they are all reasonable.

Teng Shuyu thought that reasonable people would only move their mouths and would not kill people.

But when Luo Qianli killed the first person to take revenge on his blood relatives with a force of shock, Teng Shuyu understood that if he fought with this Luo Qianli, I am afraid that only forty percent of them would be able to win.

In addition to fear, he didn't think about it, although Luo Qianli said that he was not the best hand in the ink man's swordsmanship, but maybe it was, so he hoped that others would consume Luo Qianli's physical strength, and according to the deliberately terrifying style of playing at the beginning, he would lose his strength after killing three or five at most.

At that time, he can go to the stage to fight with him, consume his energy, and wait for his strength to dissipate before killing him in one fell swoop, or he may be seventy percent sure.

However, what he didn't expect was that after Luo Qianli killed the first person to demonstrate, he then used the simplest stabbing attack, which was the most labor-saving, and it would be no problem to kill six or seven more people in this way.

What surprised him even more was that Mo Zhai, the leader of the Ink Master, was preaching to his disciples as if no one was around, and he didn't care about the victory or defeat on the stage at all, obviously full of confidence.

What frightened him the most was that every time Luo Qianli on the stage killed someone, he would unconsciously look at a tall and sturdy person with a scar on his face next to him.

It's just that the person with the scar on his face never responds, and every time he doesn't respond, Luo Qianli will show an indescribable lonely look on his face.

is also a ranger, Teng Shuyu doesn't know what this means, obviously Luo Qianli is looking forward to that person's praise, but that person is too lazy to praise or unwilling to praise against his will.

This kind of emotion, he saw a lot from his subordinate friends, this is a kind of worship of the strong, and this worship is enough to make the strong man laugh with a word of praise.

Teng Shuyu believed that Luo Qianli's preface was true at this time, this person was really not the one with the best swordsmanship among the ink masters.

At most, he is only six or seven percent sure of winning Luo Qianli, and he has to wait until Luo Qianli's strength is exhausted. Dealing with the person with a scar on his face who has never made a move, and who only talked to the child next to him for a few words and pointed out when he saw Luo Qianli killing, I am afraid that he will be sent to death.

"It's really just death."

Teng Shuyu warned himself like this, the muscles that were tense up to prevent trembling had already consumed too much of his strength, and now he was not too sure even if he dealt with Luo Qianli.

At this time, he knew that he killed people at the age of fifteen, and he could be a hero within a hundred miles of Tengdi, and he could be put in Kyushu for thousands of miles, but he was afraid that it was nothing.

I don't want to die, I just want to be famous in the world.

After he is still a prince, if he retreats in the future, there will always be a chance to return to the country.

If he is famous, when he returns to the country in the future, he may become a doctor or a Sima.

Even if he is no longer famous, when he returns to the country in the future, he will always need the strength of these rangers around him.

But if you die, it's all gone.

Looking at the dead body left by Luo Qianli, Teng Shuyu's first drop of sweat dripped from his tense face and fearful heart.

Carrying too much, this drop of sweat that should have been light was so heavy that it splashed on the ground, and everyone was shocked.

At this time, Luo Qianli, who had already killed four people on the stage, listened to the cheers and gasped for a slightly rapid breath from afar, knowing that his sword intent was the strongest and his muscles and bones were the loosest at this time.

Although he didn't get even a word of praise from Gongzaoye, he was only faintly disappointed, after all, the few people he killed were too weak.

At this time, the body is hot, the blood is boiling, and the qi is flourishing, knowing that this is the time to fight well.

So he no longer extracted from Zhu Qi, but pointed at Teng Shuyu in the audience, and shouted: "You just said that you killed people at the age of fifteen, and you said disrespectful words to my husband, and insulted me more." My husband taught me that you can't kill a warrior for a small righteousness, otherwise you will be unbrave. ”

"Today, since you are forced to do so with petty righteousness, it is not my fault! That fifteen-year-old Tengdi warrior who killed people came up to fight with Luo Qianli, the ink man! ”

He was in full swing, and when he shouted these words, he was even more courageous.

Flick the sword with his fingers, and there is no one in his eyes.

The eyes of everyone next to him were all on Teng Shuyu, Teng Shuyu suddenly drew his sword, and when everyone thought that he was going to go up to fight with him, they didn't want him to say loudly to his partners and friends next to him: "Don't fight today, the ink is crazy, and the battle will die!" It's better to die! ”

"I don't spare my body, but in fact, I leave this body to do great things in the future, I am the descendant of Shuxiu and King Wen, how can I die here? If you want to get famous and rich, you should retreat quickly! ”

He is also a person who does great things, knowing that he cannot win or become famous or die, so he makes a decision immediately.

He had already noticed the passage left by the ink man among the people, and after drinking loudly, after making it clear that he was not sparing his life but that he was going to do great things in the future, he raised his sword and ran, shouting to the people next to him: "Anyone who stands in the way, die!" ”

As soon as he shouted, the partners and friends who followed him also knew that Teng Shuyu didn't want to fight, and he would die if he stayed, and when he saw the ability of the ink man, they followed behind and fled outside.

This fifteen-year-old murderous warrior is the sharp blade of these Wuzhu clans, the sharp blade is broken, everyone has no mind, and they are shocked by Luo Qianli's previous murderous methods, and they are suddenly in chaos.

Many people are either ready to flee, or ready to give up, or ready to kneel and beg for mercy, and no longer have the momentum of blowing, playing, singing, and singing revenge.

Seeing that the situation was about to be chaotic, Mozi took out a wooden whistle and blew it vigorously, and those Mozi who had been standing with swords and wearing leather armor moved when they heard the order.

A group of ten people, in preparation for the counterattack of the city gate, rushed forward, and immediately stabbed to death and knocked down more than ten people.

The villagers led by Gao Sun Tzu, Yi Chengzi and others also quickly rushed in and kept these people out of the people.

Those ink men who specialize in guarding the city gates, all of them are trained to fight against soldiers and armored doctors, and they are the most obedient to orders, where are these ordinary warriors their opponents.

If the city gate is broken, the most fearful of death and retreat, so every time the city gate is broken, the first to enter the city gate must be the warriors and nobles of the besieging side.

Mozi thought hard about a good strategy, created an armor-piercing short sword dense formation, and trained more than a hundred ink fighters who were specially used to counterattack at the city gate, which could be used to fight in ten thousand formations, not to mention these chaotic enemies?

Although there was no shield in his hand, the formation was still densely packed in groups of ten people, just like when guarding the city gate, regardless of the flanks, he launched an attack twenty paces away, trampled and stabbed those who tried to flee in a disorderly manner, and attacked fiercely and decisively.

The big clan didn't know what the ink man wanted to do, thinking that he was going to kill people, and the dead soldiers around him were also ready to fight to the death, but where were the opponents of these real dead people who rushed in formation; After Wu Zhu, people's hearts were scattered, and the woman who cried before had never seen such a scene, and she was terrified, and she had long since lost her square inch.

Mozi had wanted to do it for a long time, but he was just waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity for those people in the distance to cheer for Luo Qianli's killing.

Now that the flank has been completed on the back of the people, the enemy is tired of defending the counterattack here, and it is the right time.

He waited for righteousness, not just for the fear and panic of these people.

Chaos can be killed, and chaos can be killed, but when he kills, whether the people cheer or are angry is what he cares.

The previous secret order had made those who seemed to be scattered around quietly gather in this direction, and the siege had been completed, and these people had been separated from the people, but the three were missing and one of them had left a way to escape.

The momentum was already there, and without hesitation, he blew the wooden whistle again, and shouted: "Today is only the witch blessing of disobedience and obscenity, sacrificing the living, collecting money, and deceiving ghosts and gods!" It's not about anyone else! Rioter, slash! ”

He first spoke the truth, and then threatened with death, and those who wielded swords and ink shouted in unison: "Today is only the witch blessing of rebellion and obscenity, sacrifice to the living, collect money, and deceive ghosts and gods!" It's not about anyone else! Rioter, slash! ”

The more than 100 ink artists who had quietly gathered around shouted loudly, and they immediately shocked those who were about to move. Gao Sun Tzu led the villagers to stabilize the nearby people, and the people in the distance had their own people to persuade Antai, and the ten thousand people were not chaotic.