A few days later, a fire was raised outside the city, and the bonfire was different.

On the city wall, a man observes the fire outside, not knowing what the fire represents, but knowing that when the fire burns, he needs to inform someone.

The people who watched the fire in the city were the taxis, and they were the most distinctive group in this era.

Their allegiance to their master may be a gift of knowledge, sometimes a compliment, or even a bowl of wine or a piece of meat.

Three cups of Turannuo and Wuyue are light.

That's it.

This is the morality of the taxi class that the nobles hope for under the feudal system, and it is also something that the high-ranking nobles have always hoped that the nobles would abide by but they do not need to abide by.

Scholars are only loyal to the higher ranks, not to the higher princes or the Son of Heaven.

As for right and wrong, that is not something that a priest should consider: if my master is good to me, then I can only repay it with death.

Just as the style of raising scholars in later generations began to prevail, Feng Chen, a Qi person, only knew that there was Meng Weijun but did not know that there was a Qi Hou; Zhu Hai knew that there was a king of Xinling, but he didn't know that there was a king of Wei.

The taxis on the city wall who observed the bonfires were not bad people, but real taxis.

A few years ago, when he was at his most depressed, Da Yin saw that although he was wearing bad clothes, he still wore a sword, so he gave him wine and meat.

Just two bowls of wine and a piece of meat, the priest secretly made a promise that he would be rewarded with death in this life.

He never said these words, because he didn't like to move himself by saying them first without doing them, but waited quietly.

It wasn't until after the Chu people began to besiege the city that Da Yin sent someone to find him, only saying that he would do a few things on the city wall, and he readily promised, knowing that what he did might violate the ban of the Mo people and be killed, but he did not hesitate.

If Gongzaoye is familiar with this person, he will definitely give the same evaluation as the person who left a scar on his face: knowing the small righteousness and annihilating the great righteousness.

This soldier was assigned to the city wall, and knew the rules of the ink man to guard the city, and he was not allowed to go down the city wall unless he had to give an order.

Don't say go down to the city at will, even if there is a big chaos in the city, the people on the city walls can't leave at will, and there are too many words like "break" and "behead" on the proclamations that are read.

This gentleman was usually bold and polite to people, and the common people who defended the city together respected him a lot.

A few days ago, the Chu people attacked the city with sheep, and this person also attacked and killed several Chu people, and was rewarded.

In his opinion, the friendly relationship between himself and the common people who defended the city can be regarded as a broken friendship.

Just as Da Yin had funded him once, if it was someone else, he would feel acceptable at most, but Da Yin's identity could actually take the initiative to make friends with him, it would be different.

Like many Assassins, perhaps his friends were kind to him, and they had their own pride in their hearts, but they could not escape the subconscious shackles of identity and bloodline: the same interaction, if it was a prince or noble, they would find it very rare, after all, the other party was noble.

So he thought that these common people guarding the city should not be an obstacle for him to pass the message, and after only a few words, he went down to the city and drowned in the night.

No one in the city knew where he had gone during the night, but when he returned, several swordsmen dressed in black with the Inkman's Night Patrol mark on their arms were waiting there.

Behind the swordsman, there was a common man who was usually wooden, and pointed to the scholar and said, "It is him, who went down to the city at night, and there is no seal." ”

The sword-wielder took out a piece of paper, wrote a few words on it, and said: "The giant has an order, the rewards and punishments are clear, and those who can report those who do not obey the order and go to the city without permission will be rewarded with copper." When the siege is lifted, it will be delivered to you, even if you die in battle, you will have children, parents and relatives. ”

The common people thanked him and walked away.

The scholar knew that he was no match for these cold-faced ink swordsmen, but he couldn't help but feel betrayed, and shouted at the common people: "I am a scholar, you are no more than a farmer, but I talk to you with a pleasant face, don't you be grateful?" I am not afraid of death, and now I know that the common people are ignorant! ”

The farmer who guarded the city said: "The ink man said, everyone is a minister of heaven, why are you a scholar talking to me, and I should be grateful?" If you go down to the city without permission, will we not suffer when the city is broken? Report you, not only will the city not be broken, but we will not suffer, but there will also be copper as a reward, I don't know why I don't do it. ”

The warrior laughed a few times, and the Ink Swordsman asked with a cold face, "Do you want to resist?" ”

The warrior drew his sword suddenly, and the three ink swordsmen immediately surrounded him and asked, "Who have you been going to see?" Don't you say it yet? It is said that according to the law, the death penalty can be avoided. ”

After saying that, the three of them were about to rush forward, but the soldier crossed his sword and neck, and laughed: "The matter is over, why should I die?" I won't say anything! ”

The inkman shouted, "Don't you think that when the city is broken, how many people in the city will suffer?" ”

The man looked up to the sky and roared, and said with a horizontal sword: "In the past, Yu let Zhao Xiangzi stab, and once said that the soldier died for the confidant, and the woman was the one who pleases himself." I died for my confidant, what do others in the world do to me? ”

He also said: "I am not such a foolish people who value wealth and ignore righteousness, you ink people have the righteousness of ink people, and I also have my own righteousness!" ”

After that, there was no nonsense, and with a wave of the horizontal sword, blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground and died.

…………

On the city wall, there was more than one person who observed the difference in the bonfire outside the city, and the ink keeper who defended the city also passed the news back, and Mo Zhai and some disciples personally climbed the city wall to watch, looking at those deliberately bonfires, not knowing whether they were happy or angry.

"There are rooms in the city, and there are people who fornicate with Chu people, which is self-explanatory. It's just that...... I don't know what the Chu people are going to do? ”

Shi pointed to the bonfire in the distance and replied: "Sir, the disciple thinks that the Chu people do whatever they want, so why should we think about what they are going to do?" ”

"If someone else is defending the city, it is natural to consider the besieging side before you can deal with it. But the defender of the city is you, sir, you are the one who can do 'those who are good at defending and those who attack others cannot attack'. So we're not passive, as long as we do it our own way. ”

Mozi glanced at Shi with a smile, and suddenly asked, "You said a long time ago that there is a difference between sending charcoal in the snow and icing on the cake. If you were the Emperor of Heaven, would you rain cold snow in order to send charcoal? ”

Shi was slightly cold, pondering this sentence, and didn't know how to answer.

He was not the Emperor of Heaven, but he looked forward to the kind of situation that Mr. had mentioned: he was looking forward to the chaos in the city, the Song Duke was sandwiched between the nobles and had nothing to rely on, and he was looking forward to the time when the fiefdom power of the nobles besieged in Shangqiu could not be used, and the Mo Scholar would become one of the three legs.

Therefore, even if he knew something, he was unwilling to stop it in advance, not to mention that he didn't know at all.

So he asked rhetorically: "Sir, if you are the Emperor of Heaven, I am afraid that it will be very contradictory. ”

Mo Zhai smiled and asked, "Why?" ”

"The weather is cold and snowy, those who burn charcoal are happy, and those who have no clothes are bitterly cold; The weather is hot, the clothes are cool, and the charcoal burners are worried. ”

He avoided answering the question Mo Zhai really wanted to ask, but he couldn't hide it from Mo Zhai.

Mozi smiled, shook his head, and didn't say anything about the topic, only sighed: "There are many wars between princes and nobles, when will this world be decided?" You say it's one, but who can be one? ”

The oneness that Mozi spoke of is not just unity, but the oneness within the Mohist discourse.

The top and bottom are synonymous, the same text and the same track, a unified world view and values, a unified moral evaluation, and a unified funeral method......

Shi also sighed, and said after a while: "Sir, I'm afraid I won't be able to see it in my lifetime." The third alliance of the soldiers is impossible to form an alliance. ”

Mo Zhai looked at the bonfire in the distance and said, "How can I not know? It's just that I know it, but I'm still looking forward to it. ”

Shi gritted his teeth and said, "Sir, disciple, please don't look forward to it." In the past, the war between Gonggong and Zhurong, you can imagine. If there is only a pinch of water and a bonfire now, it will be extinguished. But the ink man just let the fire and water separate, until the fire burns all over and becomes Zhurong, until the water converges and becomes a co-worker, who will be the stone that can make up for the mountains at that time? ”

Mo Zhai stared at Shi for a long time, and sighed: "Killing one person can benefit the world, I don't hesitate." I will hesitate to kill 10,000 people and benefit the world. What about you? Yes, kill 100,000 people to benefit tens of millions of people in the world, will you hesitate? ”

Shi hurriedly said: "The disciple doesn't have that kind of ability. ”

Mozi laughed and said, "You won't kill yourself, but you can watch others kill, but as long as you think it's advantageous, you probably won't stop it." I said, "This is a fortunate thing, but what you think is good for the world." At least for now, you are right. I just suddenly remembered that if the profit you wanted to get was not for the benefit of the world but for the world, what would you do? ”

Shi said calmly: "Naturally, I still want to be an ink person." Because I am not from an aristocratic background, even if I want to dominate the world, I can only be among the ink scholars. Sheng Xuan can become Tian Xiangziniu's retainer because of your words, and there is a senior brother who can become Zheng's Shangqing because of your words, I think this is the best choice. ”

"So, sir, after you die, I don't know what will become of me, and I don't know what the rest of my disciples will become. I think with your sagacity, you have thought about this question a long time ago. ”

Mozi smiled and said indifferently: "Yes, I thought about it." But I'm not afraid. ”

Shiya smiled: "Yes." You don't really believe in ghosts and gods, that's why you used to think that way. And the ghosts and gods you hope for are just to oversee the world. I think that when the Seven Enlightenments of the Ink Scholar appear, the rules for choosing the giants, the Heavenly Will, and the Promised Land, you will not be afraid. ”

Mozi smiled and did not answer, neither saying that he believed nor said that he did not believe, but if he did not answer, he answered.

While speaking, the ink man went to the city from the city and recounted the events on the city wall over there, and Gongzaoye sighed and shook his head: "Sir, can such a person be regarded as a righteous man?" ”

Mozi praised: "Yes." Sort of. It's just that after all, it's a small righteousness, not a big righteousness. This person is very good, if he believes in the righteousness of the Mo, he will naturally die for the benefit of the world. ”

Shi Ye said: "This is like the love between men and women, if others seem to be trapped in it and cannot get out, they may expect that the person who cannot be taken off is themselves." But what others are looking forward to, is it this woman, or is it this inextricable love? ”

"If you fall in love with a woman because of your inextricable affection, and the woman agrees, then there is no such inextricable affection. After all, you still have to figure out what you want, right? ”

He was carefully reminding the giant and the people around him not to hope that the ink people would be extremely pure, not to control the number of ink people so strictly, but to lower some requirements appropriately.

Is it true that the Ink Artist wants to be an extremely pure, self-withering organization? Or do you relax the requirements, take advantage of the prestige after the siege, and accept some people who are not so pure and not so self-suffering to join?

Everyone knows the meaning of elegance when they hear the strings, and because the number of ink practitioners is too small now, and if they ask for purity so much, I am afraid it will really be difficult to achieve the wish of benefiting the world.