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7419 - Mo Tianjiao

Originally, Luo Xingchen didn't have much interest in the puppet art of the Mohist mechanism.

But after seeing the white tiger puppet beast, he found that he still underestimated the puppet mechanism of the Mo family.

It's hard to imagine that the ancestors of the Mohists hundreds of years ago had such high technology.

It's just a pity that such a high technology was not used to benefit the people, but was hidden away and eventually disappeared.

This is not only the loss of the Mo family, but also the loss of the people of Daqi.

"Old village chief, was this white tiger puppet made by that ancestor 500 years ago?" Luo Xingchen asked.

"Yes, it was made by the ancestors. Look at the sign over here, and the engravings of the ancestors."

The old village chief pointed to one of the corners of the white tiger puppet.

"Mo Tianjiao! The name of our ancestor is Mo Tianjiao?" Luo Xingchen leaned over to take a look, and said in surprise.

"This is not the old ancestor's original name, but the name he changed later." The old village chief was a little embarrassed, this name was indeed a bit too narcissistic.

"However, this name was given by the old ancestor. He is the pride of heaven, the pride of heaven!" Luo Xingchen said a fair word.

The high-profile narcissism may be true, but this is not bragging. The ancestor's ability is solid and powerful, reaching a peak.

"Did the ancestor only leave a puppet beast? Is there anything else?" Luo Xingchen asked.

"Yes, according to the records handed down by the Mohists, the ancestors spent more than ten years making four strongest puppet beasts, namely Qinglong, Baihu, Suzaku, and Xuanwu. They have different abilities, but unfortunately, Currently, only the white tiger puppet remains, and the other three puppet beasts are all missing, and their whereabouts are unknown." The old village chief sighed.

"Aren't there any clues?" Luo Xingchen asked.

"There is one, which seems to be Xuanwu, which was acquired by people from overseas. Suzaku may be in the north. Qinglong really has never heard of it, nor has it appeared before." The old village head said.

"That's a pity."

Luo Xingchen also felt regretful, if only the four puppet beasts were here.

"Father, I took the armor and went out." Mo Chi said.

"My lords, we in Mo Village are not ungrateful people. As long as we can help us tide over the difficulties, we will be willing to give up the puppet art of the Mohist mechanism left by our ancestors, and even the white tiger puppet."

After Mo Chi left, the old village head suddenly said seriously.

"I'm afraid this is inappropriate? The puppet art of the Mohist school is a Mohist secret, and the white tiger puppet is also a Mohist treasure. How can I have the nerve to take it." Luo Xingchen said.

"Lord Luo, Lord Zi, to tell you the truth, the old man has long been disheartened. If the Mo family doesn't change their minds, they may not be able to escape the fate of extinction." The old village chief looked a little lonely.

"Why is that? It's not that the Mo family has no descendants." Luo Xingchen asked doubtfully.

"What's the use of having offspring!"

"The organ puppet technique inherited by the Mohist school is by no means something that ordinary people can learn. Only the best geniuses can pry into the mystery. Since the ancestor passed away, the Mohist family has never produced a genius. Those mechanism puppet techniques of the Mohist school... …In 500 years, the descendants got not one or two, but in the end, they all chose to reseal it in the treasure house of the ancestors.”

"The reason is very simple. The organ puppetry is in front of them. They have worked hard, and if they can't learn it, they can't learn it. Some of them are even less qualified. They can't even understand what the ancestors wrote. , what can they do?"

The old village chief smiled wryly.

"Old village chief, have you ever seen a real puppet trick?" Luo Xingchen asked.

"No." The old village chief shook his head.

"The map is in hand, why don't you go and have a look?" Luo Xingchen said.

"My ancestors left a simple handwritten copy, which is estimated to be insufficient for one-tenth of the original copy. As for those relatively simple mechanisms, at this age, I haven't learned all of them. With this ability, I don't expect any original copy. Woolen cloth?"

"The words left by the ancestor who left the manuscript is a warning to future generations, those who cannot understand the manuscript, don't go looking for the original copy in a whimsical way, it will hurt yourself." The old village chief sighed.

"Is it really that difficult?"

Luo Xingchen was a little skeptical.

"Afterwards, the old man will present the manuscript and let Mr. Luo read it first."

"It's not that the old man deliberately refuses to give it now. In fact, the manuscript is placed in a courtyard in Fengle County, and there is no time to get it now." The old village chief said.

"Don't worry, we'll talk about everything after we rescue Little Huwa."

"And here, I always feel a little strange. Those people...are they really Ah Qing?"

Luo Xingchen narrowed his eyes slightly.

"This, I can't confirm it, it's just a guess." The old village chief said.

……

The exchange location was Moyun Forest.

This place was chosen by the puppet master, and the old village head and his party agreed.

Mo Chi found six people with the highest martial arts skills in the village, put on the armor specially made by the Mo family, and followed behind the old village chief.

Although the old village head is not young, he is not weak and has the ability to protect himself.

And the old village chief came directly on the white tiger puppet.

The white tiger puppet beast walked like the wind, and Mo Chi and others followed behind, running wildly all the way, but they could only keep up in front of them.

When Moyun Forest could be seen from a distance, the old village chief slowed down and let the white tiger puppet move forward slowly. At the same time, Mo Chi and others slowed down to recover their strength.

"You are late!"

A gloomy voice floated out from Moyun Forest.

Three black shadows floated out without touching the ground, and landed in front of Mo Yunlin.

"Puppet master, bring the little tiger baby out, we need to make sure the little tiger baby is safe." The old village chief shouted angrily.

"Little Tiger Baby is here."

The gloomy voice fell, and the cries of the little tiger boy sounded in the woods.

"Father, mother, grandpa..."

Little Huwa was pushed out to show her face, and was soon pulled into the forest again.

"How? It's been confirmed that Little Tiger Baby is fine. Where's the map? Where is it?"

"You don't even show your face, and you use a few puppets to come out. You are not sincere. I can't show you the map."

The old village head directly refused.

"Who said I only use puppets? Am I not here? You are talking nonsense with your eyes open."

Of the three men in black, the man in black on the left suddenly raised his head, his hair that had been hanging down was parted to the sides, revealing a mask with a hollow pattern.

Although she couldn't see her face clearly, judging from her eyes, this woman was indeed a living person, not a puppet manipulated by the puppeteer.

"Where's the map? Show me it, don't try to fool me with fake ones." The woman in black said impatiently.

The old village chief didn't speak, and stared at the woman in black, as if he wanted to see something from the exposed eyes.

But he didn't see anything.

(End of this chapter)