In the Sand Village, the clones are everywhere, and the Arkham game begins

Chapter 368 Divine Machinery
"Ah, I haven't fully introduced myself yet. My name is Zhuo Qingshui, a disciple of Mo Men, and an associate professor at Kyoto University."

Qingshui smiled slightly and extended his hand to Ma Xianhong.

"Village Chief Ma can find my information on the official website of the Master's Supervisor of Kyoto University, because I will probably start recruiting graduate students this year, so don't worry, I am really just an ordinary alien who is interested in refining equipment."

"Professor?! So young?"

Fu Rong looked in surprise at the young man next to her who looked about the same age as herself.

She doesn't look more than 30 years old, right? How can she be an associate professor? Even if she's not an old man or old woman, she should be middle-aged, right?

"So you are from Mo Clan. So it seems that Mr. Zhuo's purpose of coming here should be different from those of Fu Rong and the others who were forced to come to She Village because of some things?"

"I have a great-uncle master named Zhang Xuan."

Qingshui glanced at Fu Rong and spoke to Ma Xianhong.

In the Mo Sect, he did have a great-uncle master named Zhang Xuan.

That man was the uncle of his master, Academician Ou Yuan.

And this lady named Zhang Xuan has another identity.

One of the thirty-six thieves!

She is a sworn brother to Ma Xianhong’s great-grandfather Ma Benzai!

"Zhang Xuan... I understand."

Hearing this name, Ma Xianhong's gaze towards Qingshui changed slightly.

There are surprises, doubts, and scrutiny.

Ma Xianhong stared at the clear water for a few seconds, then glanced sideways slightly.

"Guo Liang, take Miss Fu for a walk around the village. I will entertain Professor Zhuo."

"Yes, Master, Miss Fu, please follow me."

Guo Liang took the confused Fu Rong away from the courtyard.

"Would you like tea?"

Ma Xianhong turned and walked towards the stone table in the yard and asked.

"Is there a Coke?"

"Sit down for a while, the Coke will be delivered soon."

Ma Xianhong sat on the chair and stretched out his hand to Qingshui, inviting him in.

"Senior Zhang Xuan, was it your Mo Sect that cleaned up the mess yourself?"

"No, she committed suicide by kneeling in front of the statue of Mozi, facing the spirit tablets of the ancestors of the Mohist school. Seventy years ago, my master experienced this whole thing."

Qingshui followed and sat on the stone bench and answered.

He is the second-generation disciple of a contemporary Mohist master, an associate professor at two of the top universities, a guaranteed Fields Medal winner, and has already entered the core of the Mohist school.

The internal information of the sect since modern times was made public to him.

Ma Xianhong was silent for a while.

The thirty-six thieves became brothers with different surnames, and except for Wu Gensheng and the founder of the Eight Miracles, all the rest were openly cleared out by their various sects and hunted to death.

Ma Xianhong was worried about the attitude of the Mo Sect and whether they would harbor hostility towards him, the successor of the Eight Miracles and the remnant of the Thirty-Six Thieves.

However, he did not feel any hostility from Qingshui.

"Are you here for the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements?"

"Yes, but this is just one of my purposes."

Qingshui looked at Ma Xianhong and said.

"Hmm? One of them?"

"The other purpose was born after I stepped into this village."

A bottle of Coke was brought up by a Ruhua doll.

Qingshui took the Coke and looked at the doll dressed like an ancient maid.

The workmanship is exquisite and natural, and Ma Xianhong's skills are very good.

This is the aesthetic...

Beg to differ.

Can't it be made prettier? I don't want to make it look like those pretty female stars, but it shouldn't be made into this creepy look.

It's a bit curious.

"Another purpose? Professor Zhuo means..."

"save you."

With a hissing sound, Qingshui unscrewed the bottle cap and spoke.

Haha!

Happy water is still the best.

Ma Xianhong suddenly laughed.

"I heard that the ancient Mohists were as eloquent as the masters of politics and diplomacy, and could use their words and actions to persuade a king to give up launching a war. Are you planning to learn from your predecessors and use your words to attract people's attention right from the start and make the conversation flow in your own rhythm?"

Qingshui also laughed.

"When I came in just now, I found that most of the aliens here, Village Chief Ma, are not quite right. It's like... they are all newly born aliens."

Ma Xianhong's expression was slightly stunned.

"There are so many people in this world, and new aliens are born at any time. This is normal. But what is abnormal is that there are so many new aliens born here. So I dare to guess that you, Village Chief Ma, have mastered a method to turn ordinary people into aliens."

"so what?"

Ma Xianhong asked.

"It's nothing to me, but for the company, this kind of method is not allowed to exist. At least, even if it exists, it must be controlled by the public."

Qingshui put down the Coke bottle and answered.

“It may not be a good thing to hand it over to the government. There are so many people in this world. We all live in this world. Everyone in this country has their own joys and sorrows. Since everyone is born, it is decided whether they are rich or not, and whether they are smart or not.

Wisdom can be improved through learning, and wealth can be acquired through ability, but why can't extraordinary people do the same? Some people are born extraordinary, and some people can become extraordinary after training, but why do most people not even have a chance to change?

They thought, I happen to have the ability to change all this and provide education to everyone, so why should I hand it over to the public?

Will they give everyone who aspires to become an Inhuman a chance?"

Ma Xianhong questioned Qingshui.

What he said was equivalent to admitting that he had the means to help ordinary people become extraordinary people.

tsk...

As an honest person, shouldn't you deny it outright, or muddle through, or drag the topic away at this time?
No wonder this guy was fooled by Zhang Chulan, a 19-year-old college student, in the original time and space. He recognized him as his uncle, dismantled his furnace, and was even beaten up by temporary workers. Ma Xianhong is really a simple-minded guy!

Then I can be more radical in my deception!
"So that's why I'm here to help you choose a new path."

Qingshui pointed a finger at Ma Xianhong and said:

"Village Chief Ma, do you know the population red line?"

After saying this, without waiting for Ma Xianhong to answer, Qingshui continued:

"This is a population ratio that countries around the world have researched, which is 50000:1. It means the ratio of the alien population that the world can tolerate to the world population. Of course, this is an ideal ratio.

If the population of aliens continues to increase, the risk of ordinary people discovering them on a large scale will also increase. If the existence of aliens is made public on a large scale, it will first cause social panic, not to mention a series of social problems such as racial consciousness, artificial class divisions, and various ambitious people causing trouble.

When the actual ratio exceeds the target, something similar to the medieval church suppressing witches and launching witch hunts will happen. "

"Fifty thousand to one?"

Ma Xianhong frowned slightly.

"1.4 billion divided by 50,000... that's less than 30,000. Why do I feel like there are more than 30,000 people in the circle?"

“So it’s called the ideal ratio, but in fact this number has long been exceeded.”

Qingshui took another sip of happy water, wiped his mouth, felt the gas rising into his mouth, and burped.

"Each sect has its own rules and regulations to constrain the aliens under its command. Nadutong handles and controls relevant incidents at any time. There are also relevant institutions such as the military to absorb some aliens, so even if there are some excesses, there is still a certain amount of redundancy."

"The one in the fifty thousand to one ratio refers to the number of free mutants who are not subject to these restrictions. The number of mutants in the country right now is actually around seventy to eighty thousand."

"So, the number of independent people in the alien world is less than half now?"

"That's right. It's not that easy to become an extraordinary person. Aren't most of them passed down through the inheritance of various sects?"

Qingshui took another sip of Coke, just like drinking alcohol, and looked at Ma Xianhong, half bluffing, half serious and said:

"Although this is the first time we've met and we're not close enough to talk about anything, but Old Ma, I can sense that this is who you are!"

Qingshui gave Lao Ma a thumbs up
“We, the disciples of the Mohist School, also uphold the philosophy of our ancestor Mozi, that is, love all and do not attack, that no one is poor or humble, and that everyone is ordinary, so I have something to say.

It is naturally a good thing that everyone is like a dragon. You have good intentions in doing this, but you are taking the wrong approach. You will not succeed if you do this."

Ma Xianhong pursed his lips.

“How can you succeed if you don’t try?”

"With your current strength and power, Old Ma, let alone the company, who can you beat among the ten bosses? If you do this, you will be discovered by them sooner or later. By then, you will have to face more than just the ten bosses."

"Tenth Master, I may not be unable to fight!"

Ma Xianhong said confidently.

This silly child, he doesn’t understand what people say, right?

"I'm talking about more than just the Ten."

“I was more than who I am now.”

Ma Xianhong answered in a rather immature tone.

"Old Ma, Old Ma, you probably haven't fought with other people much, right? I guess the ones you've had the most contact with are just the ordinary aliens in your village, right? I don't think you've seen the fighting power of the Ten Masters, let alone the two heroes and the top one."

"They may not be ordinary, right? Taoist Zhao Guizhen from Maoshan and Hari Chagai from the grassland, I think they are considered masters if put outside."

"That depends on your definition of a master, Village Chief Ma. No matter what, the resistance you will face in the future will be absolutely huge, because the country wants to maintain stability. Even if you gather more masters, can you still fight against the country and the army?
I'm not bragging, but the fact is that no matter how powerful the aliens are, they are no match for the army. Even Xiang Yu, who was the top alien in the world two thousand years ago, was eventually defeated by Liu Bang, an ordinary person, not to mention these modern weapons today."

Ma Xianhong lowered his eyes.

"Professor Zhuo, if you are visiting Biyou Village as a friend or a weapon refiner, I welcome you wholeheartedly. But if you are here to persuade me, forget it. I know you have good intentions, but I will not give up. Everyone has their own path to take. Even if there are thousands of people on this path, I will still take it."

Ma Xianhong picked up the teacup.

This means to serve tea to the guests.

"Look, Village Chief Ma, I've already told you that I'm helping you choose a new path, not asking you to give up."

Qingshui pretended not to understand what Ma Xianhong meant by serving tea and smiled.

Why are you leaving? He hasn't even fooled anyone into thinking he can master the magic weapon!
So Qingshui continued to deceive:
"A path that can make everyone like a dragon without destroying social stability, a path that the country can accept and actively promote, and bring about changes in the times."

"Speak."

"You come to help me and get to a high position. Believe me, I have the ability, absolutely, because I control many things, more than you can imagine, and they are very important to this country. They are so important that once they appear, they will never be given up, and you have to treat me as a figure more awesome than Einstein and worship me. By then, I will definitely have the ability to promote these things.

Believe me, using scientific technology and methods, and the power of the second most powerful country on the planet to implement these things will definitely be much better than your crude method. "

"puff……"

Ma Xianhong couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Do I look that simple? More awesome than Einstein? Don't fool me, I've been to college, too."

"which university?"

Qingshui felt that Ma Xianhong was very skilled in tool making. Although he was indeed a simple person, his IQ should be high and his academic qualifications were not necessarily poor.

"I studied mechanical engineering at the Nanjing University of Aeronautics and Astronautics. I learned some things systematically, and after graduation I came to this village to live in seclusion."

"That's not bad. Are you interested in applying to be my graduate student?"

"Forget it. I've been away from school for five or six years. Let's talk about something else. You said before that you are also a weapon refiner. What about the magic weapons you made?"

Ma Xianhong waved his hand without much concern.

It didn't matter. It was enough for him to know that the person in front of him had no hostility towards him and had no intention of ruining what he wanted to do.

"I haven't made any magical instruments yet, but I have other works."

Qingshui smiled slightly, took out the devouring sac and released the platinum.

The person was still sitting on the chair. The next moment, Platinum flew towards Qingshui under the influence of chakra lines and completed the assembly in a few seconds.

"How is it? Isn't it handsome?"

"It's very similar to the Armor Hero I watched when I was a kid. Now I kind of believe your boasting."

Ma Xianhong looked at the sci-fi silver-white robot in front of him in amazement, and then took out a printed book from his pocket.

"Actually, I know you came here for this. I was planning to show you the book before asking you to leave. But now, I still give you the book, but I have another idea."

"Ok?"

Qingshui's eyes were quickly attracted by the book.

That's what he's here for.

Divinely crafted.

Lao Ma is a very honest person. As long as he has a certain degree of recognition of you, it is very easy to obtain the magic tricks from him.

Ma Xianhong, who holds the idea of teaching without distinction, does not mind passing on the magic weapon.

(End of this chapter)