Type-Moon, a human love simulator.

Chapter 167 The World is White, Only I Am Black

Han Qian really likes this city.

At this time, Zheng State had already been destroyed by Han State. The last king of Zheng State, Zheng Kanggong, was first harmed by a nine-tailed fox and then attacked by Han Qian, the founding king of Han State. Naturally, the country was destroyed without any resistance.

However, after destroying the State of Zheng, Han Qian did not carry out any large-scale damage or destruction of this city. Instead, after more careful repairs, he decided to move the capital from Yangdi to here.

From this we can see that this big city, which has been operated by the State of Zheng for hundreds of years, is indeed one of the best cities in the Central Plains.

Especially the ancestor of the Ji surname, the tomb of Emperor Huangdi is not far from Xinzheng. Han Qian, a member of the Han clan of the Ji surname, also likes this place very much.

Inside the Xinzheng Palace, Han Qian held his forehead with one hand, looking a little embarrassed. He said with great effort, "Nine-tailed Fox, I know your origins. I am not a loser like Zheng Yi (King Kang of Zheng). Please leave!"

"You are such a boring person..."

In front of Han Qian was a charming woman with an overwhelming beauty. Her eyes moved with an intoxication and tenderness that could drown one. Those eyes, which were full of affection, were full of affection and tenderness when they looked at anyone.

However, this stunning beauty, who no man can resist, has a pair of orange fox ears on her head and a big furry tail swinging back and forth behind her butt.

"I don't like such a boring man... Do you want me to pester your descendants of the Ji and Han clans?"

The fox-eared woman with a gentle voice and charming manner was the embodiment of what it meant to be a woman of erotic music. She stood up. She was tall and had long legs. She had a curvaceous figure and a top-notch body.

Any man would love this woman, especially in an era like the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period when there were endless incidents of monarchs killing people with small heads, she should have been an invincible killer...

Han Qian was also unable to resist the charm of the nine-tailed fox. If he didn't know that this woman was a nine-tailed fox, he would definitely be tempted.

After all, the only person who is completely immune to the charm of the nine-tailed fox and can still shout for war and kill is Tai Gongwang, the Sigma man.

But the fear in Han Qian's heart overwhelmed his star field. Human beings have always been like this. Although there are three major desires, the desire for survival is actually what overrides the three major desires. There are too many things that humans can give up and sacrifice in order to survive.

"Nine-tailed Fox, what do you want?" Han Qian closed his eyes tightly. He even wanted to plug his ears so that he couldn't hear anything. Maybe fear could weaken this damn temptation.

In fact, Han Qian was also prepared to fight to the death. His family, the Ji clan, was famous for its military equipment and casting skills. He was not completely powerless to resist.

"Wrong, it's not a nine-tailed fox..." The fox woman with a mature and slender figure and every move of hers was full of royal sister charm smiled and said, "Han Qian, you can call me Su Daji."

"Don't worry, you are not qualified to be admired by me. I came here just to ask you for a small favor..."

The fox who called herself Su Daji smiled, and her voice became even softer, or maybe she was originally such a soft and charming woman: "You won't reject me, right?"

“Fox Fairy, please tell me. If I, Han, can do it, I will try my best to satisfy you.”

Almost everyone knew Su Daji's name. Han Qian's guess was confirmed, and his face changed. He said, "But you also know that I, the Ji Han family, am not a lamb to be slaughtered. I will not let you repeat the story of King Zhou again."

"Are you worthy enough to compete with Emperor Xin?" Su Daji looked him up and down and sneered undisguisedly: "You are not worthy. I have no interest in you at all."

Even with such blatant contempt, one cannot muster any anger at all. Instead, one only feels a sense of shame and guilt, as if one is feeling guilty about why one cannot become the person she calls worthy of.

This terrifying charm has basically reached the EX level, to the point where charm alone is enough to dominate humans.

But she is still not a complete nine-tailed fox, and she even has to be on guard against being visited by the fox goddess.

"Han Qian, I need you to kill someone."

A vicious look appeared on Su Daji's face, but it unexpectedly complemented the appearance, as if her temperament was meant to be matched with such a vicious and sinister facial expression.

The woman who was as indifferent as a goddess and as noble and elegant as a queen is now a monkey in human clothing and does not look like herself at all.

Han Qian was silent for a moment, but could only agree: "Please tell me, Han will do his best."

He also knew that someone who even the slutty fox Su Daji was afraid of was definitely not an unknown person, but he had no choice.

He was obviously very old, but he still found it difficult to cope with Su Daji's charm. If he had not relied on fear and disgust, he would have probably crawled on the ground and acted like her dog the first time he saw Su Daji.

This old body is still in such a state. If his descendants, younger children, became kings, would they be able to resist the charm of this fox demon?
Impossible, that's for sure.

So Han Qian had no choice. Even if the other party asked him to connect with the Three Jins to advance and retreat together, he had to bite the bullet and contact the monarchs of the other two states, Zhao and Wei.

Now that the Three Jins have just separated, they still belong to the same alliance and have very good relations, and have not yet reached the point of going to war.

This was not until the reign of Wei Wuhou and Wei Huiwang, when two successive generations of Wei monarchs were ambitious but incompetent, always thinking of annexing the Three Jins and attacking Zhao and Han in succession, which led to the split of the Three Jins.

"That's right, I like obedient dogs."

Su Daji gently stroked Han Qian's head. She smiled and said, "The person I want you to kill is that stupid Su Kai. I hate people like him. His soul emits a golden light that makes me sick. He is more disgusting than anyone I have ever seen."

"Kill him if you can't..."

Su Daji's figure disappeared in front of Han Qian. If it weren't for the faint fragrance in the room, Han Qian would have thought it was just a dream.

"The last descendant of the Su Kingdom, the founder of the art, Su Zi..."

Han Qian's eyes were covered with a layer of gloom.
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Counting back a while, not long after leaving Qi State...

Su Kai had already left Lu and was heading towards Song. Going westward from Qi, passing through Lu and Song, he would reach the Three Jins.

Yu Ji continued to chatter, very angry: "Teacher, you have too good a temper, why don't you kill Meng Ke?"

"Why would I kill a troll?"

Su Kai shook his head: "I'm a little disappointed. I thought it would be Mencius, who traveled around the world but was unsuccessful and wrote books in his later years. I didn't expect to see a troll named Mencius."

"Mencius is still a boring person now."

Su Kai's original intention was to discuss ideas with Mencius, but when he went to Lu State, he did not see Mencius, but only saw a troll.

It’s not that I’m disappointed. When people are young and when they are old, their mental state is on completely different levels.

There may be some people who are born with knowledge, such as Lao Tzu and Confucius, but most people need to go through a long period of study and travel, increasing their experience and knowledge bit by bit, before they can grow into respectable scholars.

Mencius's experience itself is special enough. He was one of the Three Huans of Lu State and a descendant of Mengsun. However, he was born in Zou State, which had a feud with Lu. After Zou State was destroyed by Lu, he returned to Lu to study and learn Confucianism under the tutelage of Confucius' descendants.

But Mencius did not accept Confucius's "benevolence" in its entirety. He himself preferred the interpretation of "righteousness".

"Unfortunately, I saw neither benevolence nor righteousness during this trip to Lu."

Su Kai laughed. Life was like this. Eight out of ten things were not satisfactory. It was already quite bizarre that he could meet Guiguzi and Mozi successively in the State of Chu.

Alas, Confucius said to become a martyr, Mencius said to pursue righteousness, benevolence and righteousness, benevolence and righteousness...

After entering the State of Song, Su Kai had no intention of staying here for long.

Seeing the chaos in the city, even Yu Ji couldn't help but exclaimed: "How come this place... is even more chaotic than Qi?"

There was a famous saying in later generations that summarized the customs of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

That is, Yan and Zhao have many righteous men who are generous and sing tragic songs, while Qi and Lu have many heroes who are free and unrestrained.

From this we can see that the spirit of knight-errantry in Qi was lax, and knights-errant, to put it nicely, were knights, but to put it bluntly, they were gangsters who did not work properly and made a living by unconventional means. They often valued reputation more than life, and their life goal was to become a retainer of nobility.

The nobles are not the kind of fools who are stupid and rich and keep a bunch of useless people who eat for free. If you want to catch the eyes of the nobles, you have to do big things, do something big that even the nobles will be shocked by, and then you can become their retainer.

A group of idle people gathered in groups of three or five. From time to time, someone would randomly turn into an idea king to do big things. You can imagine how bad the public security in Qi was.

This is the State of Song, a state that had little fame and no military achievements during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. The images that appeared in it were all arranged in comic books written by scholars of various schools. Many educational stories begin with "Once upon a time there was a man from the State of Song."

After finally producing a man with the qualities of a hegemon, Duke Xiang of Song, he was defeated by the unethical King Zhuang of Chu, and the country completely became a second-rate small country from then on.

It is such a country with little presence, whose monarch is a descendant of the Shang Dynasty. The atmosphere here can almost be said to be from an oriental Brother Tan.

The streets were full of knights carrying swords and knives. Some wore the uniforms of the society (Mohist), while some were obviously individual players. But no matter whether they were members of a society or individual players, they were basically restless.

They also use the ranger method to generate income.

Su Kai shook his head and said, "This has nothing to do with us. We should respect the local customs."

"middle!"

Yu Meiren nodded and waved her hand to separate a ranger who wanted to steal Su Kai's bag.

The fellow villagers are a little too enthusiastic. It’s such a great place with so many talented people!

Su Kai paused with his cane, and the thief underground was knocked out. At this time, the knife he used to cut the bag was stretched out, and he was about to succeed under Yu Ji's nose.

"When... No, I didn't sense it!"

Even if only 10% or 20% of his strength and mental power were left, Yu Ji was an immortal after all. The fact that they could hide things from her proved the means of these people.

"You still have a lot to learn!" Su Kai glanced at her, then took out a bamboo slip from his arms and looked at the frightened ranger below, "Do you want some magic?"

"This is a spell I created, 'Handless Hands', also known as Wonderful Empty Hands. It can steal from a distance, which is very convenient."

"...Teacher, how come you even have this kind of magic?" Even the well-informed Yu Ji couldn't help but complain: "And has your condition worsened? You used to charge a symbolic fee, but now you're giving it away for free?"

"If I don't give it to you for free, who can I sell this magic to?"

Su Kai glanced at her, waved his sleeves and said, "Let's go!"

Yu Ji glanced at the rangers and thieves who had already mastered the art and easily released the Wu Xiang Hand with the help of bamboo slips, followed Su Kai, and asked, "...Su Zi, I'm really curious, how many spells did you send out?"

"I'm not giving it away, I'm selling it!" Su Kai corrected, and then he said seriously: "Over the years, I have sold more than 120,000 spells, right?"

"…Why do you think everyone calls me Su Zi and calls me the ancestor of magic?"

Su Kai chuckled and said, "Ayu, you should have noticed that my reputation is not good. Almost everyone opposes my cognition and despises my opinions. They laugh at my stupidity and kindness, and most of them are very... in line with the slave owner's thinking of this era."

"But even so, even the most arrogant monarch still has to address me as 'Su Zi' when he sees me."

Su Kai's fame is not something he built on his own. Instead, after more than ten years of study and research, he has traveled to many countries, and his magic has also spread to all countries as he traveled.

Endless spells and seemingly endless talents were the reason why he was feared by all the vassal states and respectfully called Su Zi, a wanderer without even a school or thugs.

The monarchs of various countries laughed at Su Kai's ideas, but they all recognized his talents and were almost willing to offer large fiefdoms to hire him as a prime minister.

As the saying goes, wherever there is contact, there will be traces.

Although the traces of Su Kai's actions were very faint, in the Song State, where Mohism had permeated every corner and every inch of land, this imperceptible detail was still captured by the Mohists.

Just when Su Kai was about to leave the State of Song, Mozi came to him with several of his most trusted disciples.

There is also the Ten Commandments and Nine Distances mechanism that he is proud of.

Having been with Su Kai for so long, Yu Meiren's perception was naturally not weak. Seeing this, she couldn't help but say, "You are here with bad intentions."

"We are the ones who are here." Su Kai actually knew very well why Mo Zi came.

The whole world is white, only I am black. I do not attack the Mohist school, but love everyone in my life.

What this sentence means is that everyone in the world is bright, and I am the only one who is dark.

But this sentence does not have a literal meaning, but rather an abstract irony, in which black and white can be understood in reverse.

Some things, no matter how bad or wrong they are, have to be done by someone, and I am willing to bear the blame and stand up to them. So am I black or white?
Mozi valued practical benefits over fame. He was willing to do many thankless tasks, things that would lead to misunderstandings or even infamy, as long as it would benefit the local people.

Moreover, Mozi has a strange temper. Some people cannot get his recognition even if they have done a lot of practical things. Perhaps Mozi's requirements are simply not achievable by humans who are selfish and have private desires.

For example, Geng Zhuzi, one of Mozi's very capable disciples, was somewhat vain and wanted others to know about his work. Mozi often taught him a lesson.

If others did one point of work, Mozi required them to do ten points, otherwise they would be treated harshly.

Once Geng Zhuzi asked you why you were so strict with me?

But Mozi said, when you go out, do you ride a thousand-mile horse or an old cow?

Geng Zhuzi replied that of course it was riding a thousand-mile horse.

Mozi then said, I think you are a thousand-mile horse. People with ability, like a thousand-mile horse, should be urged more so that they can make progress.

Modern people all know that this is just the boss's PUA, but in this age where reputation is more important than life and death, Geng Zhuzi was not discouraged by the empty promises. Instead, he felt that Mozi's attitude towards him was different from that of others, so he worked even harder.

"It looks like there's no way this can be resolved peacefully."

Su Kai said to himself: "Really? No matter how nice the words sound, a club is still a club. If there is a disagreement, there will be a fight."

He knew very well that Mozi was here to kill him.

Mozi would never tolerate someone as dangerous as Su Kai who had a strong influence on the world to live.

It doesn't matter even if they have to bear a bad reputation, the Mohists don't care about these things.

In fact, Mozi had no personal grudge against him. In fact, Mozi recognized Su Kai's ability, so he was on high alert. Otherwise, how could an ordinary person be qualified to be visited by Mozi?
But the struggle of ideas has always been like this. Scholars fight each other more fiercely and brutally because of an ideological and academic dispute. This is also the highest hatred and dispute among mankind, that is, the struggle of ideas.

The final stage of differences in three views is that you cannot share the same sky.

I hate you so much that I don't want to live under the same sky and breathe the same air with you.

Conflicts of interest may still be reconciled, it is nothing more than negotiating conditions, but conflicts of ideas can only destroy the body.

Su Kai stood still, waiting for Mo Zi to come to him.

The Mohist school followed the people's line. It was the school with the largest number of members and the lowest average origin among all the schools of thought. From princes to ordinary people and people from all walks of life, they could blow the whistle and recruit people at any time whenever there was a need.

Now, Mozi did not bring thousands of his brothers to rush forward and kill Su Kai, but only brought eighteen disciples, each of whom held an exquisite magic weapon in his hand.

"After we parted in Chu State, Zhai has always been obsessed with Su Zi's style. Now that Su Zi is coming to Song, why don't you go to my Mohist school to have a chat?"

Mozi and his disciples formed a circle. Su Kai looked around and couldn't help laughing. "It looks more like a gang fight. It actually looks quite interesting."

"Su Zi, do you want me to do something?" Yu Meiren raised her snow-white little hand prettily. This ancient immortal, whose origins were so ancient that almost no one knew about it, looked weak and unable to take care of himself, but in fact, he was a ruthless man who could break a skull with a single inch of strength.

At least Mozi should not be able to defeat her. After all, Yu Meiren's power is only self-restraint, not sealed and disappeared.

Mozi glanced at Yu Ji but did not take her seriously. Most of the disciples of famous teachers were arrogant. Since someone could travel with Su Kai, the ancestor of magic, and they were regarded as master and disciple, he must be a genius, and it was normal for him to be so arrogant.

"No need, this opportunity is quite rare, just let me do it and enjoy it!"

Su Kai gently raised the cane in his hand and said, "Before the fight begins, does anyone else want to withdraw?"

"It seems that Su Zi doesn't want to reminisce with me and correct his wrong ideas?"

Mozi raised the Feigong in his hand expressionlessly, "The world is all white, only I am black."

The nineteen kinds of mechanical techniques represent Mozi's nineteen most advanced ingenuities. When used to defend the city, they form a wall of sighs that even Lu Ban is helpless against.

But being good at defense does not mean having no attack power, and high defense does not mean low attack power.

At least when this mechanical technology is deployed, it has the power to destroy cities and take down lands.

But these nineteen kinds of mechanical techniques are not the most powerful attacks. Su Kai's eyes couldn't help but be attracted by the black box in Mo Di's hand.

This is the real Mohist mechanical technique.

With the remains of the immortal mechanism as the core, Mozi completely comprehended and refined it, and summarized it into the Mohist mechanical technique that is more suitable for human use.

Non-aggression.

But Su Kai did not avoid it. A soft white light shone on his cane. Su Kai's expression was gentle. He waved and said, "Goodbye, Mo Di. I acknowledge your martyrdom."

"I'll take your life."

Su Kai was not willing to kill anyone, but Mozi was determined to die together with him. Su Kai was even more unwilling to die, so he could only ask Mozi to die.

At the same time, he also understood Mozi's folly. He actually knew that he was no match for Su Kai. Even if he had a one in a hundred thousand chance of killing Su Kai, he himself would definitely not be able to withstand Su Kai's attack.

Death is certain, and there is a high probability that both parties will perish together.

Even dying together is considered a good ending for Mozi. The worse scenario is that Su Kai is completely unharmed, and they can't do anything to him even if they are all killed.

Therefore, Mozi also prepared a backup plan.

"Su Zi, you are indeed a man with a sharp mind and good intentions. Why are you unwilling to go from the surface to the core of your kindness?"

Mo Zi sighed, his body was obliterated by the white light. At the same time, Fei Gong, who he left behind, turned into the core, and the Ten Commandments and Nine Distances mechanisms turned into parts, forming a huge maze around Fei Gong, trapping Su Kai here.

This was Mozi's back-up plan, a mechanical device that he activated at the cost of his own death.

Su Kai saw this, so he helped Mozi, obeyed his will, responded to his wishes, chose to take his life, and let his back-up plan play to the fullest.

If not for this, Su Kai could have easily withdrawn earlier. With Mozi's attainments in magic, he would never be able to catch up with Su Kai who was determined to leave.

The maze is centered around the ingenuity of the immortal way, with nearly infinite possibilities, changing all the time. If it were to be calculated exhaustively, it would be an infinitely long and immeasurable number.

This can almost be said to be a fairy palace. If this thing is placed in the killing calamity of immortals, it can be ranked as a treasure. Even immortals have to pay attention to it.

Yu Meiren stood aside, yawning, and said boredly: "Teacher, are we not leaving?"

"This thing seems to be from Jiejiao, like the treasure of Duobao Taoist..."

Mozi overlooked a most crucial person, that is, Yu Meiren, who has an extremely ancient origin.

(End of this chapter)