Hanging pot to help the world, I just want to live forever

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The three of them were walking in the fields, and everything they saw was desolate and dilapidated.

Collapsed houses, ruined roads, abandoned farmland
Under a catastrophic disaster that affected the entire country, the people who could be seen everywhere now seemed a bit cherished.

However, in this sparsely populated environment, the flowers, plants and trees blooming in the wild are extremely lush, and even the creatures living in the wild are becoming more active.

It's a pity that there are probably only a few people who are willing to appreciate such beautiful scenery.

Mo Feng walked in front, holding a sharp sword, cutting down the weeds and vines that had grown wildly on the official road. This kind of work actually hurt the sword, but it didn't matter, he was also a warrior, and the sword was not necessarily as sharp as his fist. Works well.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Not long after walking, a heartbreaking cough came from behind. Even if he tried his best to suppress it, he couldn't suppress it at all.

"Uncle Wei, you are injured."

Mo Feng turned around and said worriedly.

"small issue."

Wei Chuanming waved his hand impatiently.

When he was dealing with King Pingtian's scattered troops, he was kicked from his horse and hit in the chest.

If he was still a master, let alone being kicked from horseback, even if ten horses hit him and died, it would be nothing.

But I don’t know what method that person used. Not only did he suppress all his blood and energy, but even the master’s body became ineffective. The flesh, flesh and bones that had been tempered by the hard work of the past years have become like No different from ordinary people.

He was extremely uncomfortable at first, but he has gradually adapted to it over the years. The only regret is that after all these years, that person's method is still very effective!
His strength seemed to be "constant" to that of an ordinary person, and he could no longer increase his vitality through past experience. Even if he was well versed in martial arts training, he could not increase his vitality at all.

This feeling of losing power is particularly uncomfortable.

The physique of ordinary people is too fragile.

If it's hot, cold, hungry, or full, problems may arise.

If he was injured, it would be a big trouble.

After all these years, he is still standing still, but the little guy Mo Feng has grown up and started to practice dirty.

He turned out to be a drag!
This is absolutely unacceptable to Wei Chuanming.

"I'll carry you on my back. Let's kill King Pingtian's men. When they come for us, they will be a problem."

Mo Feng stopped, leaned down and said.

"roll."

Wei Chuanming answered quite simply.

A mere injury is nothing to worry about!
Just because the Grandmaster's strength is gone doesn't mean that the Grandmaster's pride has to be thrown away as well.

That was all he had left.

Mo Feng curled his lips.

After getting along with him for so many years, he has a very clear understanding of Wei Chuanming's character. He just likes to hold on and refuses to let go.

At the moment, he no longer persisted.

After the three of them continued walking forward for less than half an hour, Wei Chuanming's pace slowed down a lot unknowingly, his chest heaved violently, and he was sweating profusely.

The air spurted out from the nose and mouth, and the chest felt like it was on fire.

So much so that I had to stop and lean on a big tree to rest for a while.

Facts have proved that no matter how harsh your words are, your body is also very honest.

If it doesn't work, it won't work. Even if it breaks the sky, it won't work.

Mo Feng stopped and turned back, "Come up."

"roll!"

Wei Chuanming gasped and pressed a hand on his chest, but it had no effect.

"We must find a place to stay and find some herbs before dark. We can't wait any longer."

Mo Feng glanced at Wei Chuanming's obviously swollen chest, and this time he pulled it onto his back without any explanation.

Wei Chuanming wanted to struggle, but was unable to resist.

Even when he was not injured, his strength was no longer comparable to Mo Feng.

The Grandmaster's experience and will have become a little weak in the face of this absolute "great skill but no work". It is difficult for things like consciousness to manifest into concrete power, let alone that he is injured.

This is exactly what is said about beating a master to death with random punches, because punching is afraid of young people.

Mo Feng walked forward with Wei Chuanming, who was constantly scolding him, as if it was all a deaf ear. He was used to it anyway.

However, Brother Liu still had some thoughts and said jokingly: "Stop scolding, save your energy and rest. You are so familiar with it, why are you afraid of being embarrassed? No one is laughing at you."

"You know shit!"

Wei Chuanming was extremely dissatisfied.

I am the master!
Even if it was just once.

The Grandmaster's strength is gone. If he also loses his pride, what will he have left?
A zombie walking the world?
An ordinary person who is so weak that even after being injured, he has trouble walking?

This is something Wei Chuanming absolutely cannot accept, even if he dies.

A man is determined to die, do you understand?

"Starting to get sick again."

However, his persistence was not appreciated by others. Brother Liu shrugged and said casually.

I really don’t know where this person’s arrogance comes from. I haven’t seen anyone looking for him in so many years.

I don't know if he was exiled for violating the laws of the Xia Dynasty. Anyway, as long as they mentioned the Xia Dynasty, Wei Chuanming would immediately jump.

He was probably exiled, and he is still holding on to his old arrogance and refuses to let go.

But even though he has a tougher tongue, he is not a bad person.

When it was getting late, Mo Feng and the other three found an abandoned village.

It was good to have a place to live, and there was no shortage of food now. After all, when they killed King Pingtian's men, the food scattered was enough for them to eat at will.

"I'll go look for some herbs. You guys can rest here for a while."

Mo Feng walked out of the door first and said without looking back.

Of course King Pingtian's men and horses had all kinds of bottles and jars on them, but they didn't dare to use them.

Who knows what's inside, some healing bottles are intentionally filled with poison, or are simply full of poison, so that they will disgust people even after they die.

The rivers and lakes are dangerous and sewers are everywhere.

The dry food Mo Feng picked up from other people before was laced with poison, and he almost died.

Since then, it can be said that he has been extremely careful.

Night fell and Mo Feng came back.

I found a half-broken earthen pot, placed it sideways and started to light a fire to cook.

After the herbs were ground with stones, Mo Feng pulled Wei Chuanming's collar aside and frowned slightly as he looked at the swollen and bruised spot on his chest.

After applying the herbal medicine, Wei Chuanming gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Soon.

"time to eat."

Brother Liu called.

The three of them came together and drank rice porridge in the dark.

His eyes fell outside the village, which was dilapidated and desolate, groggy and without daylight.

The three of them ate quietly, and no one spoke for a long time.

"When will the war end?"

When the meal was about to be finished, Mo Feng sighed extremely weakly.

Daqi was not from the Xia Dynasty, nor did Mozi appear.

In fact, this is the norm.

How could there be so many sages coming out!
The reason why a sage is a sage is that he can do things that ordinary people cannot do.

And what about Daqi?They are killing each other and constantly attacking each other. They are all greedy people.

Although Mo Feng's strength is considered good, it is not enough to jump on the stage.

Even Mozi founded the Mohist school and explained the classics only after he became a master.

It fully demonstrates that reason should also be accompanied by fists.

If you are unreasonable, you can also tell the other party a fist story.

It's a pity that Mo Feng's fist is not big enough yet, and it is not yet time for others to listen to his reason.

He also couldn't accomplish Mozi's feat.

Now Mozi has become a sage and inspires future generations, but why is the world still like this?
No, I should say, why is the world still like this except for the Xia Dynasty?
Mo Feng couldn't help but think about this problem.

I want to break out of the prison of darkness and see the light.

Mo Feng was not prepared to hear the answer to this sigh. Who could accurately predict when the war would end?

But Wei Chuanming said: "Wait until the most powerful person's ambition is satisfied."

"Ok?"

Mo Feng was stunned.

"Have you ever heard of the principle of possessing a sharp weapon and having a murderous intention?"

Wei Chuanming said: "In a rich and powerful country, the emperor will also want to make achievements and expand territory. People in the Ministry of War will also look forward to it and gear up.

The same is true for a weak country. Those who have power do not want to be inferior to others.In troubled times, everyone who is truly capable is striving to become the last person above all others.

But there can only be one master, so they have to fight and fight with each other until the strongest one is determined and no one else dares to fight with him.

It's like the legendary cultivation of Gu. No matter how brave and vicious you are, there can only be one Gu King in the end.Either they all die, or the strongest one decides.No one thinks he will lose until there is a real fight. "

Wei Chuanming looked at the bonfire in front of him, his eyes flickering with flickering flames, and continued: "Until the battle between people's hearts has a winner, the war will never stop, even if it is all gone. It will stop unless a strong man emerges that no one can disapprove of."

At this time, Wei Chuanming was like a philosopher.

"A strong man who cannot be disobeyed by anyone?"

Mo Feng thought about it and finally blurted out: "Xia Chao?"

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Wei Chuanming covered his face with his hands, "Don't think about it. If Xia Chao really wants to take action, do you think you can wait until now? Before the earth trembled, Xia Chao could do it, so why wait for so many years."

"Don't judge the Xia Dynasty with your thoughts. The Xia Dynasty is the hometown of Mozi. Love is universal but not offensive. Can you understand?"

Mo Feng was furious.

The Xia Dynasty was an ideal hometown for Mohists.

The kind that cannot be tarnished.

You can make sense, but if you slander Xia Chao, that would be embarrassing.

"Oh, non-aggression only means not to carry out unjust attacks, but not not to be unable to attack. Do you know what is righteousness and what is unjust?"

Wei Chuanming mocked: "If the Xia Dynasty wants to take action, just say that the royal family is arrogant and extravagant, and the people are miserable. Isn't this a kind of 'righteous war'? It's just a name, it's not convenient to find it?"

"Xia Chao didn't do that."

Mo Feng immediately retorted.

"Ah."

Wei Chuanming sneered.

That's because you didn't know that Xia Chao almost did it and even made preparations.

If that person hadn't appeared, Daqi might have changed his name by now.

"What is your attitude? It is impossible for the Xia Dynasty with the Mo family to do such a thing!"

Mo Feng was very dissatisfied.

He didn't mind Wei Chuanming's ridicule on him, and he was more or less used to it anyway, but Wei Chuanming's attitude of treating the Mohist family as nothing made him very unhappy.

It's as if the Mo family is just a talker wearing a mask.

As we all know, only by scratching your belly can you prove yourself.

And this kind of rhetorical debate is usually fruitless.

"Mojia, Mohism, Mohism, Mohism all day long! How great is it to be a Mohist? Now in the Xia Dynasty, how many Mohists are left? It is neither Confucianism nor Mohism, that is already a matter of the previous era.

In the current Xia Dynasty, Legalism is the mainstream, followed by Confucianism.The Mohists no longer have Mozi or Qin Li Sheng, and are left with only a group of guys who know how to "make themselves miserable" and cling to their old ideals. "

Wei Chuanming mocked: "Go to the Xia Dynasty and see for yourself. What influence does the Mohist family have in the temple? Even though the tea has not cooled down after leaving, it has just become a statue for worship. Now it is the 140th year of the Xia Dynasty, and you still think it is What about when the Xia Dynasty had just established its country and the Mohist family was at its peak?"

Mo Feng frowned coldly, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

After all, he had never been to the Xia Dynasty. All the news about the Xia Dynasty was hearsay and it was difficult to refute it.

But as the saying goes, there is no falsehood under the great reputation. There is a reason for Xia Chao to be so highly regarded.

But nowadays, there is indeed less and less news about the Xia Chaomo family.

Even when the Mohists are mentioned, most of them talk about Mozi and Qinli Sheng.

That's really a story from the past era.

"Speaking of which, with Daqi's current situation, can you please ask Xia Chao for help?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was becoming more and more tense, Brother Liu, who was silent, quickly spoke to lighten the atmosphere.

"As I said before, come early."

Wei Chuanming lay on the cold ground, "If you don't come, you won't come."

Of course, Mo Feng couldn't understand these rather awkward words.

But he couldn't help but think that based on Daqi's current situation, if Xia Chao was willing to take action, it would definitely be regarded as a righteous war and there would be no conflict with Fei Gong.

why not?
Mo Feng also fell silent.

The silence didn't last long.

The sound of horse hooves trampling on the ground floated from a distance.

Mo Feng jumped up, holding a long sword, "I'm going to take a look. You guys stay in the room and don't move."

The bonfire was put out immediately, and Mo Feng quietly walked out of the room.

Outside the door, there were already several figures standing.

"Mo Zhe? Haha. You killed more than a dozen of our brothers. You wouldn't think that you just let it go, right?"

The man at the head was tall and burly, wearing armor, with a gorgeous sword hanging from his waist. You could tell at a glance that it was extraordinary.

"Are you King Pingtian?"

Mo Feng stood up straight, clenched the sword in his hand, his eyes were cold.

"The little guy has good eyesight. However, if you want to run away after offending me, are you thinking too much?"

While King Pingtian was speaking, Iron Shoes from afar were already approaching, with hundreds of people in total.

They are all wearing armor and holding sharp eyes, with fierce eyes.

In the room, Wei Chuanming and Brother Liu also walked out. Seeing this battle, they couldn't help but frown deeply.

I'm afraid today will be unlucky!

Above the deep and distant sky.

There are many flying boats, like islands, densely packed, almost like land.

“That is the Source Heaven Realm.

After the Tiansuo hole was opened, all the spirits were activated, which was an incredible creation of heaven and earth.You, the younger generation, can enter it first and seek your own opportunities.Do not destroy the spiritual veins or the spiritual treasures of heaven and earth. If there are any offenders, they will be killed without mercy.After the world is stabilized again, the Immortal Sect will be re-started. "

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