I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 507: A New Dao! The Great Master of Mohism!

"Ha ha--"

The little girl gestured with a "bang" sound. Although Han Shao did not show any obvious panic, that little movement at that moment did not escape the little girl's sight.

Hearing the little girl's ungraceful laughter, Han Shao's face turned dark and he snatched the dangerous tool from her hand.

After carefully examining it for a while, Han Shao was somewhat surprised to find that it was almost identical to the sample drawings he had given to several Mohist sages.

"They even showed you this?"

The little girl Meng Zi curled her lips in disdain when she heard this.

"Isn't it just a picture? What haven't I seen when I was in the mountains?"

As she spoke, she vividly told Han Shao about her Mohist school's wooden oxen and flowing horses that could travel a thousand miles, iron birds that could carry people straight into the sky, and puppets that could help people handle chores...

Han Shao was lost in thought for a while, and soon realized a new problem.

That is, he seemed to have some deviation in his understanding of the little girl in front of him again.

For example, identity.

If he remembered correctly, the contemporary leader of the Mohist school also seemed to have the surname Meng...

After his thoughts suddenly turned, Han Shao suddenly asked.

"Who is Meng Sheng to you?"

Faced with Han Shao's unexpected interruption, the little girl, who was talking excitedly, responded without any defense.

"My grandfather..."

The little girl reacted as soon as she said that, and then quickly covered her mouth with her hand.

This little appearance is really interesting.

Han Shao squinted his eyes and smiled.

It is no wonder that this little girl has the confidence to act so unscrupulously, and it is even more no wonder that she has the opportunity to access these secrets.

With this premise, everything suddenly makes sense.

Han Shao's "evil plan" looked like it had succeeded, which naturally made Meng Zi angry and stamped her feet.

"You're cheating!"

How can such a brain-teaser be considered cheating?

Han Shao looked innocent.

"What should I do? Grandpa told me not to tell anyone else! It's over! It's all your fault!"

Han Shao is not afraid of naughty kids, he has plenty of ways to deal with them.

On the contrary, the little girl's anxious look made him a little flustered, so he hurriedly spoke.

"What are you afraid of? If your grandfather punishes you, come and find me, and I will take care of it for you."

"Even Meng Sheng wouldn't dare to touch my people!"

If Meng Shengruo is on the same level as that old monster from Wuya Mountain, Han Shao really needs to show some courtesy to him.

But how can the current Mohist school be compared with the original Mohist school that said "all the world is white, only I am black" and "either Confucian or Mohist"?

So Han Shao's words could not be considered arrogant.

But in response to Han Shao's words, Meng Zi glared at him fiercely.

"My grandfather will never punish me!"

So why are you so scared?

When Han Shao was wondering, Meng Zi continued.

"If he gets angry, he won't play with me."

Well, she, the Mohist hero Meng Zi, is not afraid of punishment, she is only afraid that no one will play with her.

Han Shao was both amused and sad for her. Just as he was hesitating on how to comfort her, Meng Zi finally muttered something indignantly.

"And who... who is yours? You are already married..."

After these words were spoken, Han Shao could no longer be tricked.

No! Is there any necessary connection between the two?
Han Shao didn't know how to respond and simply didn't bother to speak.

After playing with the pistol in his hand for a while, Han Shao stretched out his hand towards her.

"Where's the bullet?"

Seeing Han Shao playing with his little "toy" with ease, Meng Zi's little head was no longer able to think about anything else and said in surprise.

"How do you know how to use it?"

This time it was Han Shaobai's turn to look at her.

"Didn't your grandfather tell you that I gave them those sample drawings?"

Meng Zi looked confused.

Grandpa only said "it's too cruel" at the time, but he couldn't resist her nagging and let her flip through the book.

As for who gave her those sample pictures, she really didn't know.

Hearing Han Shao's words, Meng Zi couldn't help but feel a little unconvinced. He pursed his lips and handed a bullet to Han Shao, as if he was ready to laugh at Han Shao's trick.

But who would have thought that Han Shao, who took the bullet, completed the loading without saying a word.

Then, in front of Meng Zi's horrified gaze, he pointed the gun at his own temple.

"do not want!"

She wasn't really heartless, so it was okay that she had scared Han Shao before.

Knowing the power of this toy, how could he not be scared when he saw Han Shao committing suicide like this?
But her exclamation was a moment too late.

Before she had finished speaking, Han Shao had already grinned at her, and then there was the violent sound of the formation compressing the vital energy to push the bullet out of the gun rapidly.

However, the expected tragic scene of torn flesh and red and white blood flowing out did not appear in front of Meng Zi.

Seeing the little girl's face turn pale with fear, Han Shao stopped teasing her.

Instead, after putting down the pistol, he took away the bullet that was suspended in the air and squeezed and deformed by the magic power.

Well, he once thought that the way Huoyun Evil God held a bullet between two fingers was very cool.

But now I feel it is nothing special and not worth mentioning.

However, he did not deny its power.

"very nice."

Han Shao once again expressed his approval of the little girl's toys.

When applied to the battlefield, ordinary soldiers, not to mention those with foundation building, blood coagulation, and acquired true qi, cannot stop it.

Even if the shape of the bullet is changed, the material of the Pogang crossbow arrow can be used as the warhead.

If caught off guard, even Tianmen Zhengang could be killed on the spot - by a sniper!

What a good thing!

Han Shao couldn't let it go, and then put it in his pocket without any psychological barriers.

Meng Zi, who had just recovered from the shock, stammered.

"It…it's mine."

Um, yours?

Call it and see if it responds.
Han Shao emphasized as a matter of course, "It is alone now."

As a powerful person, if you can't even seize things by trickery and plunder, do you deserve to be called a powerful person?
Meng Zi was completely defeated by Han Shao's expression, and his mouth turned down with a look of grievance.

"You...you are unreasonable!"

"You even steal children's things. How shameless!"

Want face?

People who care about face cannot become kings or princes, but will only become dry bones in a tomb.

But the little girl doesn't need to understand this principle, just coax her.

Look, one of the silver hairpins that I stole from the merchants in the city came in handy, didn’t it?

He used some magic power to change its shape slightly, making it look more refined, and then handed it to the little girl.

"Don't accuse me of bullying children. I'll trade with you."

Han Shao originally wanted to put it in her hair, but he had no idea where to start with her messy hairstyle, so he could only hand it to her.

The little girl was obviously moved when she saw the delicate and lively silver hairpin.

It’s still the same old saying, it’s a woman’s nature to love beauty, and when she reaches a certain age, this instinct will awaken on its own.

But perhaps because she was concerned about her reputation and thought about the lies she had told, she still insisted on being stubborn.

"How can you give such a woman's thing as a gift to a good boy?"

Seeing her arrogant expression as if she was a good girl, Han Shao smiled and did not expose her, but just went along with what she said.

"Yes, yes, you are right."

"Since you don't want it, forget it."

As he said this, he pretended to take back the silver hairpin.

Seeing this, Meng Zi's expression changed, and he quickly snatched it from Han Shao's hand, still speaking confidently.

"Since you are so sincere in giving it to me, I will accept it! Otherwise, wouldn't it be a big loss?"

In fact, not to mention the value of the short gun, the materials used in it alone are much more valuable than the silver hairpin.

No matter how I calculate this deal, it's going to be a loss for my grandma.

But the little girl had no idea about this. Instead, she looked like she had made a good deal.

Under this premise, the resentment of being teased by Han Shao naturally disappeared.

With this cheerful mood, the subsequent communication between the two became smooth.

Han Shao was aroused by her recounting the various miraculous creations of the Mohist school, and he began to brag to her about them.

What he wants is that one day, ordinary mortals will be able to soar in the sky, and even pass through the nine-day strong wind and evil spirit to get a glimpse of the nine-day stars.

He wants to make the roads smooth for everyone in the world, so that ordinary people can travel thousands or even tens of thousands of miles a day.

He built indestructible steel ships and sailed across billions of miles of blue ocean to see if there was any other land and other alien races outside the vast Chinese land under his feet!

There are many more weird ideas that sound absurd but make people imagine them.

Meng Zi would refute it flatly at first.

For example, according to Han Shao, there is no need for the Mohist iron bird to completely imitate the appearance of a flying bird.

Meng Zi refuted loudly.

"How can you fly without wings?"

Han Shao explained patiently.

"It's not like we don't want wings at all."

As he said this, he shook his head.

"Of course, it's OK without wings."

"Just like the bullet shot from the pistol you 'gifted' me, it can fly that far even without wings, right?"

Seeing that the little girl looked confused, she seemed to have never thought about this question.

Han Shao quickly brought up another kind of "qi" besides the vital energy of heaven and earth that the little girl knew - air.

And he took the opportunity to talk about a new term - aerodynamics.

In short, with his limited knowledge, he managed to confuse the little girl.

Until the questions asked by the little girl became more and more strange and profound, Han Shao, who suddenly felt a little overwhelmed, began to change the subject.

After talking about the sky, he began to talk about the land.

After talking about the land, let’s talk about the sea.

As she spoke, the light in the little girl's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and Han Shao actually had a glimmer of understanding.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of a sentence from the next room.

Every progress of mankind comes from breakthroughs in energy utilization.

The humans next door, from drilling wood to make fire to the subsequent breakthroughs in fossil energy, electrical energy and even nuclear energy, eventually sent those ordinary mortals with weak bodies all the way to the nine heavens.

And the future is promising!

But the creatures here are much luckier than those next door.

Because here we have the magical natural energy called the Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth!

It can be used directly by living beings in the world for their own benefit, and it can also be applied to objects through formations like the Mohists!
In this way, isn't the so-called practice of cultivation just a kind of roadmap for the rational use of energy?
The quality of a technique is simply a matter of whether the circuit diagram is optimized enough.

Thinking of this, Han Shao subconsciously sank his mind into his body and 'looked' at the 'circuit map' in his body that was completely handed over to the 'system' and that he had not deliberately practiced.

The originally vague cognition in my mind finally became completely clear at this moment.

Then, for the first time, I began to correct the "route" that I had felt was inconsistent but dared not to change.

Just like the previous attempts, it did cause quite a bit of chaos at the beginning, and even caused quite a bit of shock and collapse to the Heavenly Secret Realm.

But Han Shao continued to sort it out and revise it until it was completely completed.

A sense of true perfection that belonged only to him suddenly arose in Han Shao's heart. This feeling of smooth and natural operation was so refreshing that he almost couldn't help but let out a long roar to vent his feelings.

But considering that they were in the city and there was a frail little guy by his side, he still held back.

He got it.

The roadmap that came with the 'system' before might really be perfect.

Therefore, the body created is comparable to those so-called Taoist bodies and holy bodies in ancient times!
That's why he can launch cross-border counterattacks again and again!

But this perfection does not truly belong to him, but to the Emperor of the Divine Dynasty who once looked down upon all living beings.

Today, not only has the body changed, but the times have also changed.

What was once perfect is no longer truly perfect.

Han Shao slowly withdrew his spiritual consciousness from his body, suddenly opened his eyes, and waved his hand to smooth out some strange phenomena in the sky caused by this.

At this moment, he had a vague feeling that the Ninth Realm was really approaching.

Not only in heaven, but also on earth.

Even the Nine Netherworld hidden in the darkness has an origin that seems to belong to you by nature, just waiting for you to take it.

Now all Han Shao needs to consider is which one to take first.

“It’s really frustrating—”

Hearing Han Shao's sigh, Meng Zi, who had just faced Han Shao's pressure at close range, muttered with a pale face on his dirty little face.

"Can you please stop scaring me like this?"

Han Shao smiled.

"Aren't you a good boy? Why are you so easily frightened?"

Meng Zi's face turned red, and she spoke stubbornly with some indignation.

"I...I haven't grown up yet, have you? Were you very brave when you were a child?"

As he spoke, he seemed to be afraid that Han Shao would say something that would embarrass him, so he quickly changed the subject.

"You haven't finished talking yet, keep going!"

She was very interested in what Han Shao said about energy conversion.

With this introduction, she suddenly had a different understanding of formations.

For example, some lightning-inducing killing formations, now I think about it, aren’t they just converting the vital energy of heaven and earth into electrical energy through formations?

Think about it further, can this converted electrical energy be used for other purposes?
In short, at this moment, the little girl seemed to have opened up a new world.

For her, this new world...has new ways!
At the same time, in an unknown hidden valley.

Two old men in black shirts and robes suddenly raised their heads from the chessboard and looked towards the north.

One of the old men in black robes twitched the corner of his mouth and grinned like a mischievous boy.

"My Mohist school will produce a saint!"

However, facing the pride of his own giant, the old man who was playing chess with him sighed.

"The great man handed the killing weapon to the hands of the military strategist. The one who will cause chaos in the world in the future will definitely be this man!"

"With such a huge cause and effect, let's not talk about whether my Mohist School will suffer disaster because of it."

"Just talking about the essence of my Mohist school, it really goes against the ideas of the ancient sages!"

Hearing this, Meng Sheng, the contemporary Mohist master, stopped smiling and smashed the chess piece in his opponent's face.

"Cause and effect? ​​Idiot! Do you really believe in that Buddhist stuff?"

"If we really want to talk about cause and effect, why didn't the great cause and effect crush those thieves to death when he was born as a Buddhist?"

In fact, today, Tripitaka is sitting high on the golden lotus at Lingshan Mountain, and the Dachan Temple is one of the three holy places!

cause and effect?

It can be summed up in four words: the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit!
"As for... the ideas of the ancients—"

"If we fail, we will be the criminals who distort the ideals of the sages! But if we succeed, we will be the sages!"

If Han Shao heard this, he would definitely give a thumbs up to this great figure of the Mohist school.

very good!

If it succeeds it's revolution, if it fails it's rebellion, right?

In response to this, the old man from the Mo Xia lineage, who had his face hit by chess pieces, did not dare to get angry at all.

In Mohism, the great master has absolute authority!

Facing this tycoon who was even more hot-tempered than himself, he looked helpless.

"So what the tycoon means is... to bet everything on the Duke of Yan?"

But what he got in return was a barrage of punches and scolding.

"Bet your mother's head! Am I so worthless?"

"Wait until he comes to ask me for help!"

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(End of this chapter)