After signing the life and death contract of blood revenge, Mozi ordered dozens of leather-clad inkmen who followed him to separate these coffins, dead soldiers, and people of the Great Clan from the people.

These ink men are the elite of guarding the city gates, and the ink masters are extremely hard and must abide by discipline on weekdays, and dozens of armor soldiers have stood up with hundreds of soldiers. The figure was straight, and the right hand pressed against the hilt of the sword, without saying a word.

The old men panicked, and the swordsmen and dead soldiers who followed them stepped forward one after another. The old man asked, "Mr. Mo Zhai, what does this mean?" ”

Mozi smiled, pointed to those inkers with swords and armor, and said, "Don't worry, if there are many people, it is easy to mess, and chaos is easy to hurt people." I'm just worried that someone will accidentally hurt an innocent person. ”

After answering, he no longer cared about what these people thought, and left on his own, unwilling to be in the company of these people.

Under the sunflowers, Shi, Bian, Fifty-four, Gongzaoye and others looked at the situation on Mozi's side, and vaguely heard what those big clans in the Yi were still saying why they agreed to the reason for the revenge of the blood relatives, and they were full of joy.

Shi smiled: "They don't support such a statement, they just borrow it, so they will lose." We know what we have to do, so we will win. ”

After speaking, he saluted at the fifty-fourth line of defense and said: "Please also ask my brother to take those old people who have lost their daughters, disperse and explain to those villagers, and only say what we agreed a few days ago." ”

Gongzao Yeqi said: "I asked them to go before, but you said that it was not the right time, is it now?" ”

Shi nodded, and pointed to the people in filial piety who were preparing to fight in the distance: "It's not the time just now, crying to each other like that just now will only make the scene chaotic." We are not trying to reason with them, their reason is not our reason. ”

"Only when the truth is accepted by all the people can it be regarded as the correct truth. Therefore, we do not reason with those people and argue right and wrong, but to make sure that after the people think that we are not wrong, we will explain the reason to the people and make them accept our reasoning. ”

Seeing that Gong Zaoye was still a little puzzled, he explained: "The truth of our Mo scholars is not the truth that these people originally believed in, but our purpose is to make these people accept our truth. ”

"So our goal is not to fight for the right and wrong of the previous reasoning, but to win the trust of the people, and when they accept our reasoning, we will not be defeated. Since they use the matter of blood revenge to deal with us, and the people approve of this matter, then we cannot argue with them about the rights and wrongs of blood revenge itself, but first agree and then slowly explain the difference between righteousness and lesser righteousness. ”

"This is not something that can be explained clearly in an emergency, and if it is not clear in a hurry, the people will mistakenly think that we are wrong in arguing and reasoning."

"It's like arguing with someone that Jonny is nine feet, and I say Jonny is five feet tall. If you want to be undefeated, there is only one way, and that is to let people accept my ruler. This is synonymous. ”

Gong Zaoye thought about it for a while, seemed to understand, and pointed to the people who were crying and beside the coffin in the distance: "Won't those people be affected by their cries? ”

Shi nodded and said, "Yes, but there are six hundred people there, and it will take me, fifty-four, and at least a dozen ink masters to argue with them, and it may take a few hours." But the same people, at the same time, can say that 23,000 or even 6,000 people who are farther away from them can accept our truth and stand on our side. Why should we give up the crowd for the widow? As long as the majority of the people think we are right, we will not be defeated. ”

"If you are undefeated, you can win. Victory, in order to have a chance to explain clearly. ”

"Didn't that day Shengxuan say that day in the words of Zhong Ni's disciple's evaluation of the King of Zhou? Since our truth is not universally accepted in the world, we must create a superior one. With us as the source, the winding thousands of miles of autumn water are all downstream. ”

Gong Zaoye nodded in agreement and understanding, and said, "Then the matter here will be left to you and Fifty-Four." I'll go over there and take a look, and if Luo Qian can't win, I'll be able to make a move. It's a pity that Luo Qianli's methods are mostly brave and ruthless in the market, and if he wins, he can win, which is a little indecent, if Meng Sheng is here, it is best for him to come forward and compete with others. ”

Shi smiled and said, "What about you?" ”

Gong Zaoye shook his head and said: "My killing is too boring, and it ends in a hurry, which is neither deterrent nor elegant, only suitable for the battle array, not in front of ten thousand people." ”

After saying that, he led the six fingers, left the shadow of the sunflower, said goodbye to the appropriate people, and walked towards the high ground in front.

Near the heights, the crying had stopped, and only the silence before the death battle remained.

The man wearing three cohosh took the lead in taking his own Zhu Qi, and said loudly: "The ink man killed my father, and this revenge cannot be avenged!" If I die, and I still have a son, if you ink can kill my son, who is less than three years old, there may be no one to take revenge in the future! ”

He deliberately said something to slander the ink man, and said it miserably, and when he said that his father's revenge could not be avenged, the accomplices near the coffin applauded together, causing the people nearby to shout too.

Luo Qianli was already standing on the stage with a sword, and the rest of the ink masters couldn't compete with him, and they knew his ability, so they let him go first.

Luo Qianli saw that the other party said a lot of nonsense first, and said in his heart, I am most annoyed to say some useless words, when I was a ranger in the market that day, how could there be so much nonsense?

But now that he has become an ink man, he is not a ranger when he was alone, and he has the reputation of Mr. behind him, so he also said loudly: "My name is Luo Qianli, and I am the ink man." The ink is both loving and concentric, and since you are already the enemy of the ink one, then I will take it. ”

"I am not the bravest among the inkers, and there are no less than thirty who are strong against me. If I am defeated today, it is because I am Luo Qianli's swordsmanship, unless you kill all the inkers, you can say that the inkers' swordsmanship is not perfect. ”

What he said was much worse than the man just now.

Teng Shuyu held the sword and smiled with his partners and friends around him: "The ink man has no courage, he will say defeat before he speaks, this person seems to be strong, but he is afraid and has no ability." ”

"Mo Zhai is seventy years old, and killing him can't show my reputation. This Luo Qianli said this, and that is just right, no one dares to respond to the ink man I killed today, so that the world will know my reputation, and let the king of Yue know that his father is dizzy, and he wants to seal this person for 500 miles! ”

A group of partners praised and shouted in unison, but no one noticed that in the distance, the ink man was leading many old people who seemed to be crying, shuttling between the people of the village, but they didn't come this way.

Mozi didn't care about the victory or defeat on the stage, he had an estimate of his disciple's ability. Although there are hermits in the world, such wonderful people as the two gentlemen, he is afraid that he will not be able to afford to be a hermit, so he is not worried.

From a distance, I looked at the response of the fifty-four arguments over there, and secretly agreed in my heart.

"This is exactly what the army is all about. Defend here, while attacking on the flanks. The enemy here is prepared and vigorous, so you can first defend its spirit. As long as Luo Qianli is undefeated, this place can be regarded as defending, and when the flank attack is completed, the enemy army can be defeated. The truth that all things are interconnected, and this is indeed the case. ”

He pondered these truths with his hands behind his back, and casually said a few words to the disciples around him. The disciple hurriedly wrote it down, knowing that Mr. always likes to teach at any time and place, and keep it in mind.

Stage.

Luo Qianli glanced at the footsteps of the man wearing three cohosh on the other side, and then looked at his eyes, and he had confidence in his heart.

Turning around, he shouted at the six fingers who were watching with Gongzaoye: "Six fingers, Gongzaoye's sword is too difficult to learn, I'll teach you a few hands first." When you meet someone who is not as strong as you, you have to rely on your strength to win; If you encounter multiple enemies, you must be fierce when you kill the first one, so as to deter the people behind you. ”

He shouted, Teng Shuyu laughed again, and said: "Fighting with people, the most taboo is to roar......"

Before he could finish his explanation, he heard the man wearing three cimicifuga on the stage shouting: "Kill my father, I will take revenge!" ”

After saying that, a sword stabbed out, stabbing at Luo Qianli's throat.

This sword is a stab rather than a chop or a flirtation, which can be regarded as the first glimpse of the way of the sword, and it may also be able to make a name for itself in the three or five households in Shangqiu.

But Luo Qianli is one of the few disciples among the ink scholars who left his name in the "Book of Ink" with the stain of "good killing warriors" when he was young, and he doesn't know how many fights and how many people he has killed in the market between becoming ink people.

He only glanced at it, and knew that although this man knew about assassination, he did not have the strength.

The sword was unsteady and trembling, obviously due to a lack of wrist strength, which was in line with his previous guess.

Seeing this sword stabbing at him, Luo Qianli actually made a swordsman's taboo, neither dodging nor stabbing back, but raised his arm to hit the opponent's sword with all his strength.

With a clang, the two golds intersected.

Luo Qianli used all his strength when he came up, that is, he wanted to bully the other party's lack of strength, this is the full strength of a person who is brave and ruthless but survives in the market, how can the person who is wearing three cimicifuga withstand it?

I only felt that the tiger's mouth was numb, as if it was about to crack, and my arm trembled even more, and I almost couldn't hold the copper sword.

Luo Qianli swung away the opponent's assassination with a sword, bullied forward, turned his figure, grabbed the opponent's arm with his right hand, and pushed his shoulder up against the opponent's armpit, and suddenly exerted force at the waist, and threw the opponent directly to the ground from behind with a loud shout.

With a whist, the young man fell to the ground with his back on his back, and suddenly fell to the ground with a sharp pain in his lungs, and he kept coughing, only to feel as if the stonemason had hit him with a sledgehammer on his chest, buzzing.

But he knew that he was in danger, so he hurriedly turned over to escape, but he didn't want to just turn over, so he felt a pain in his arm and couldn't help screaming.

When he looked closely, he was even more panicked: Luo Qianli actually plunged the bronze sword straight into his arm, nailing his forearm to the ground and dirt, and it was difficult to stretch his arm under it, and the pain was severe.

As soon as he shouted, Luo Qianli's right leg stretched out, taking advantage of the opportunity when the other party wanted to get up and remove the short sword inserted in his arm, only the opponent raised his head, and clamped the opponent's neck with the knee of his right leg, and used the angle to make the opponent unable to move.

With a hard clamp, the other party couldn't breathe well, his eyes were black, the intercervical artery was stuck by Luo Qianli's leg, and although his arm was painful, he couldn't scream, and only his legs couldn't stop struggling.

Taking advantage of the silence for a moment, Luo Qianli shouted at the six fingers: "This is the method of having more strength than less strength." You have to use what you are good at and deal with what others are not good at. I'll teach you how to deter you if you're surrounded by many people! ”

After that, he raised his fist and punched the bridge of the man's nose, this punch was for deterrence, and the other was that he felt that he had been holding his breath for more than half a year since he first learned about the wealth sacrifice to the living.

With a bang, the opponent's nose bone was shattered, and the opponent couldn't resist under the hard clamping of the knee.

Another punch hit the temple, and the man was half dead by this time.

He didn't punch the third punch, but stood up and pulled the man up, turned slightly sideways, and stepped heavily on his neck with his right foot, breaking his bone with a click, and dying instantly.

Grabbing the dead man with both hands, he threw it towards the coffin and fell to the ground with a bang.

Touching Zhu Qi, who had the names of the inker and the other party written on the ground, he folded it with force, and threw the broken piece of bamboo to his side casually, turning it into a moth to fight fire. Near the coffin, he shouted, "Next! ”