Time and space in the heavens

Chapter 927 Unexpected guest (accumulate monthly votes and get more updates!)

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
  At the same moment when Jing Tianming finished practicing his sword, a crisp burst of applause sounded.

At some point, Chef Ding walked in. He had not seen him for a few days and saw that his swordsmanship had improved to a higher level. He had a look of admiration on his face.

"Fat Ding." Jing Tianming turned around and saw the other person at a glance. He nodded calmly and called him.

After many years, Jing Tianming is no longer the naive and ignorant kid who only knew how to cook chicken.

Now, he has transformed into a real great man of the Mohist family.

"Juzi," Chef Ding walked towards Jing Tianming and praised him, "your swordsmanship is getting better and better."

"I'm afraid it won't be under Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang!"

When Gai Nie was mentioned, both Chef Ding and Jing Tianming looked slightly embarrassed.

Once upon a time, Ge Nie was the benefactor of the Mo family and the traitor of the empire. However, after the failure of the anti-Qin cause, he once again became the powerful general beside the second emperor. Together with his junior brother Wei Zhuang, they can be called the two great masters around him.

In recent years, it is not that there are no remnants of the Six Kingdoms and people from hundreds of schools of thought who want to assassinate Ying Zihe, but they always fall into the dust in front of these two brothers.

Although they gave up on the unrealistic goal of overthrowing the violent Qin, Jing Tianming and others, as the most determined anti-Qin elements in the past, still had some sympathy for those people.

"Fat Ding, you are joking." Jing Tianming smiled freely, picked up a pot of tea placed under the corridor, drank it all in one breath, and laughed, "How dare I compare with uncle? A few days ago, I went I visited my uncle’s house once, and he didn’t give me the feeling that he even had any sword energy.”

There is no sword energy at all!

Hearing these words, Chef Ding couldn't help but take a breath.

With Jing Tianming's current skill, he could not feel the sword energy on Gai Nie's body. This certainly did not mean that the majestic Imperial Sword Master had lost his heart as a swordsman.

On the contrary, it can only show that Gai Nie's martial arts has progressed so fast that it has surpassed other people's imagination and has reached the point where it is invisible and invisible.

"As expected of a sword master, he is really powerful." After understanding the level, Cook Ding said with a wry smile.

"That's right." Jing Tianming sat very casually on the railing of the corridor. He didn't look like a big man at all. He asked Cook Ding, "Fat Ding, why are you here suddenly?"

"What happened?"

"Juzi." Hearing Jing Tianming mention the business, Cook Ding's expression turned serious, "There is indeed something going on at Baijia Academy."

"Yesterday, several more Mohist disciples left the sect and joined other schools."

Founded by Qin Shihuang Ying Zheng himself, and promoted by the current second emperor Ying Zi, Baijia Academy has long become the number one academy in the world.

Students all over the world regard it as an honor to be able to enter a hundred academies.

Any student who comes out of this academy means that he has a stepping stone to open the door to officialdom.

However, when disciples from hundreds of schools of thought gather together, in addition to their own lectures, struggle is also inevitable.

It is not uncommon for disciples of this sect to be attracted to other sects and join other schools.

Regarding this kind of situation, the top leaders of various schools of thought almost all adopt a laissez-faire attitude.

Without him, even among hundreds of schools, fighting for resources would be extremely bloody.

"What's the point?" Jing Tianming said nonchalantly, "Don't things like this happen often?"

"I remember last month, didn't a dozen disciples from the Confucian family also come to my Mohist family?" Pao Ding smiled bitterly and said: "Juzi, if just the disciples ran away, this kind of thing is indeed normal, but the problem is The thing is, this month, we have dozens of disciples joining famous schools, Confucianism, and even Taoism."

"On the contrary, very few people are attracted by my Mohist thoughts."

"What?" Hearing what Chef Ding said, Jing Tianming, who was still a little disapproving, looked shocked and moved.

There were dozens of disciples running in a month, but not many disciples joined. This is no small matter!

"Fat Ding, have you investigated why these disciples ran away?" Jing Tianming asked with a stern expression.

Cook Ding said in despair: "Juzi, of course I have checked. The reason why these disciples ran away is because they feel that there is not much future in our Mo family."

"My Mo family loves everything but doesn't attack. Even those at the top have to live in poverty. They really can't stand such a hard life."

Snapped!
  After hearing the reason for the Cook Ding's report, Jing Tianming punched the railing hard, making the mahogany railing tremble.

His expression was extremely ugly, and he cursed: "Damn it, why don't they understand the noble ideals of our Mohist family?"

"Building a harmonious world for everyone is such a wonderful thing! How can we just abandon it just for the sake of enjoyment?"

Cook Ding, who was standing behind Jing Tianming, smiled bitterly and said nothing.

They have been working for one idea all their lives, but they really can't accept the constant betrayal of their disciples.

"Is this normal?" Unexpectedly, a frivolous voice suddenly sounded in their ears, "Water flows to lower places, and people go to higher places."

"You can't expect everyone to be a saint and spend their whole lives working for an illusory idea."

"If thousands of disciples of the Mohist family can do it, wouldn't there be thousands more saints?"

"Who?" Upon hearing this vaguely familiar voice, both Jing Tianming and Cook Ding's expressions changed drastically.

He was just a cook, and most of his martial arts skills were wasted; Jing Tianming, the great son of the Mohist family, was recognized as a top master in the world.

At this moment, his martial arts skills were so high that they were hardly inferior to the former Imperial Sword Master Gai Nie, and someone could actually approach them silently.

In that case, wouldn't it mean that he wanted to take their lives, just in a single thought?

In an instant, Juzi of the Mo family once again grasped Mo Mei, which symbolized Juzi's identity, in his hand. The sword energy around his body was surging, and he threw it towards the place where the sound came from.

Swish!
  What appeared in front of Jing Tianming and Cook Ding was a young man with a slender figure, a handsome face, and a frivolous smile at the corner of his mouth.

He was standing at the end of the corridor, as if he had just arrived. He saw Jing Tianming and Chef Ding looking over with gentle smiles on their faces. He raised a hand and greeted him affectionately: "Nineteenth brother, shopkeeper Ding, I haven't seen you for many days. Do you look good?"

"Ying Zihe!" Pao Ding said the name word by word with a gloomy expression, wishing he could rush forward and fight with the opponent now.

Jing Tianming also had a bad look on his face, stretched out a hand, stopped in front of Cook Ding, and said calmly: "Brother Six, it's been a long time indeed."

"You, the King of Qin, don't stay in the palace, why are you here?"

Even though the grievances were resolved, but thinking of the organ city that was turned into ruins, countless fellow disciples who died in the hands of the opponent, and even Xiang Shaoyu who was forced to commit suicide, Jing Tianming didn't take action immediately because he had already done well. .

"Staying in the palace is boring, let's go out for a walk." Ming Xiaoyang walked briskly towards Jing Tianming and Cook Ding and said with an innocent look on his face.

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