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Chapter 421 Isn’t this right?

Listening to Tao Qing's explanation, Feng Xue felt a little unsure how to position her facial muscles. After hesitating for a moment, she still said:
"Um, Brother Tao, I'm not very familiar with the Mohist school, so please don't mind if I'm wrong. Anyway, I remember that the Mohist school advocates universal love and non-aggression, right?"

Seeing Feng Xue's meticulous way of speaking, Tao Qing was amused. It wasn't that he felt there was anything wrong with it, but rather that he couldn't help but think of himself when he first participated in the Hundred Schools of Thought Forum. When he first arrived in Xianyang, he was the same way, wishing he could put on four or five layers of armor before speaking, for fear of offending other people's knowledge.

Seeing Feng Xue doing the same thing, my sense of familiarity increased again, and I immediately said:
"Brother Feng, there's no need for that. The spirit of 'a hundred schools of thought contending' is all about having no taboos. As long as it's not intentional slander, but just asking around, everyone will be happy to explain it to you."

At this point, he glanced at the two people still posing and shook his head, saying:

"The Mohists advocated universal love and non-aggression, which is true, but... um, do you know why the Mohists are called the Mohists?"

Upon hearing Tao Qing ask this question, Feng Xue's expression was slightly speechless:
"Isn't it because the founder was Mozi?"

"What you're saying," Tao Qing sighed, looking like she knew it.

"Who names a faction after its founder? The Hundred Schools of Thought are not aristocratic families or powerful clans, but academic schools. Their names are naturally used to introduce the tenets of their school! Do you see Confucianism called the 'Kong Family'? Do you see Taoism called the 'Lao Family'? Would Legalism be called the 'Guan Family' or the 'Han Fei Family'?"

“Uh, you’re right…” Feng Xue slapped her forehead, suddenly realizing that the Mohist school really was an anomaly among the Hundred Schools of Thought. She was speechless for a moment. So her understanding in her previous life had been wrong all along?

Thinking of this, he immediately cupped his hands and said:
"Please advise."

"No, no!" Seeing Feng Xue's stance, Tao Qing felt a little embarrassed. Noticing the amused looks from those around her, she immediately became serious and said:
"The term 'ink' can actually be interpreted in different ways. For example, in the 'ink craftsman' school, 'ink' means 'ink line,' which is 'straightforwardness,' and can be extended to mean rules and standards. This is what is meant by sticking to the rules. However, in the 'ink knight' school, 'ink' means 'unclean' or 'impure,' taking the meaning of 'all the world is white, only I am black.' Simply put, it means that I am willing to become the most filthy one for the sake of a better world. If someone is selfish, I will beat them until they love the world. If someone insists on attacking, I will beat them until they can't attack. If someone doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, I will beat them until they hope to be protected by ghosts and gods. If someone is not frugal, I will beat them until they have no money for extravagance."

"Good heavens, this is incredibly dark! It's really black." Feng Xue was dumbfounded, feeling as if she had opened the door to a new world.

Tao Qing was quite satisfied with Feng Xue's expression. He had been just as dumbfounded when he first heard this from his friends in the Mo Gong School.

Next, he wanted to talk about the Mo Bian school, which was "full of ink and slang," but then someone suddenly said:
"The referee is here!"

"Finally here! That's the downside of the Hundred Schools of Thought competition – there are too few referees. We have to wait forever before each fight, and sometimes the two have already made peace by the time the referees arrive!" Tao Qing muttered in dissatisfaction, but her eyes were shining with excitement, as if she was really looking forward to seeing that Mo Xia disciple named Tian Xu get beaten up.

Upon hearing this, Feng Xue turned her gaze to the so-called referee, who was a tall and muscular armored warrior completely covered in armor. Because of the face shield, it was impossible to tell whether he was male, female, young or old, but Feng Xue could instinctively feel the powerful pressure emanating from him.

The referee didn't waste any words. He simply confirmed that both sides were ready, then stood in one corner of the ring, raised one hand, and with a soft clatter of armor plates, a loud command was given:
"start!"

Almost the instant the words fell, two figures, one black and one gray, collided. Feng Xue's soul was only one step away from entering the Dao, but with just his reflexes, he could even see the afterimages. This was not because his eyesight was amazing; on the contrary, it was precisely because he couldn't catch up with his target.

However, Feng Xue wasn't without options. He directly summoned Little Bell for help. The nano-unit mosquitoes controlled by Kaguya formed a camera array, which was then transmitted to the cybernetic god Little Bell via the nano-unit information network. Feng Xue put his main body into a semi-meditative state, abandoning most of his senses and focusing all his attention on his soul. Immediately afterward, the high-speed camera footage, which had been simply processed (edited, spliced, and had its resolution adjusted) by Little Bell, entered his mind.

The two figures that had left long afterimages suddenly became clear. The once well-proportioned young soldier was now muscular, and his short spear, like a phoenix nodding, was constantly thrusting at the young swordsman.

However, Tian Xu proved that someone who has a foul mouth can live this long, so he must have some skills. He pointed his bladeless sword repeatedly and accurately stopped the young strategist's rain-like attacks.

"This isn't a sword, it's a mace!" Feng Xue thought to herself as she looked at the sharp, bladeless sword that seemed to whistle through the air. "Such a heavy sword, even without a sharp edge, could kill someone!"

"Truly, the world is all white, and I alone am black!"

Feng Xue sighed inwardly, but her gaze remained fixed on the two people's movements.

Laymen watch the spectacle, experts see the details. Feng Xue cultivates the Xuanwu Cantong Qi, so she can only be considered half an expert. But fortunately, the little bell is a powerful cheat code. The little bell collects the changes in the muscles of the two of them and then edits the program according to the human body structure. Soon, the mystery of this seemingly ordinary thrusting and swinging is unfolding before Feng Xue's eyes.

Sharpness is easily broken, strength is easily broken, brute force is easily avoided, gentleness is easily destroyed, only the moderate has nothing to fear!

"...Hmm, is this definitely from the Mohist school, and not the Confucian school?" Feng Xue looked at the "incantation" that the little bell had somehow found, and her eyes twitched slightly.

But it must be said that these twenty-four characters do indeed fit the fighting style of the Mo family member.

However, Feng Xue could only look at these technical things. Among the teaching materials that Aunt Bai had found for him back then, there were many exquisite sword and saber techniques from various schools. But the most crucial thing was indeed the opponent's energy system!

only……

can not see?
Neither the Qi Observation Technique nor the high-speed camera composed of nano-units could capture the energy corresponding to the Qi in Feng Xue's understanding. However, Tao Qing was able to detect his attempt to observe when he used the Qi Observation Technique just now. This indicates that his Qi Observation Technique and the observation skills of this world should have a certain degree of similarity.

"Some kind of security technology? Or is it simpler than I thought?"

As Feng Xue watched the two young men, each with six hundred years of lifespan remaining, tumbling and flying, the image of the deformed and ugly Hexing people involuntarily surfaced in her mind. Although their appearances were vastly different, Feng Xue inexplicably felt that the two were somewhat "similar".

"Come to think of it, it seems that the power of will is indeed not observable in this world!"

(End of this chapter)