You, a tyrannical ruler, roam the heavens; you cannot understand my joy.

"The Emperor is a Tyrant in the Heavens, You Don't Understand My Happiness" is full of classic quotes, come and find resonance.

Upon returning to Zilan Pavilion, Zi Nu relayed Lu Zuo's request to Jing Ke: "My guest has agreed."

"But he wants two Mohist martial arts techniques."

martial arts?

Jing Ke pondered for a moment, and personally felt that this matter was not entirely unacceptable.

After all, in the Mohist school, martial arts are nothing special; scholarship is the most important thing!

but……

He stood up from his seat, turned and walked towards the door: "I can't make the decision on this matter. I need to ask the Grand Master before I can give you an answer."

"Three days, at most three days."

"Wait a minute," Zi Nu called out to him, adding, "My guest also said that he could provide ideas for movable type printing."

"They also said that if one mastered this printing technique, there would be no need to painstakingly copy classic texts."

"Hundreds or even thousands of books can be printed in a single day."

Jing Ke suddenly stopped in his tracks!

Movable type printing?

Printing hundreds or thousands of classic books a day?

These simple words exploded in his mind, stirring up a tidal wave!

He was a disciple of the Mohist school, a wandering knight-errant, and, more importantly, a scholar who deeply understood how difficult it was to pass on and disseminate knowledge!

He knew all too well what this meant!

Bamboo slips were heavy and difficult to copy; it took several days to reproduce a single volume of a classic text.

But this movable type printing...

An unprecedented and almost unimaginable picture unfolded in his mind.

The Mohist principles of universal love and non-aggression, as well as the principles of valuing the virtuous and seeking common ground, no longer required disciples to pass them down orally or risk carrying bamboo slips to travel around the states.

Instead, they can be transformed into thousands upon thousands of lightweight scrolls, scattered like seeds across the seven kingdoms by the wind!

First, there was that magical paper, and now this groundbreaking printing technology. Just who is Zi Nu's guest?

"I'll be back as soon as possible."

After saying that, Jing Ke tapped his toes and shot out, quickly disappearing from Zi Nu's sight.

……

Jing Ke dared to say he would reply within three days, and he must have had his reasons.

The reason is simple: the main members of the Mohist school are currently all near Xinzheng.

After leaving Zilan Pavilion, he rushed out of the city and came to a valley.

The terrain here is open, with a clear stream flowing through the valley, and dense bamboo forests and ancient pines growing on both sides.

A person sat quietly on a flat, giant rock by the stream.

He wore a large, dark cloak and a bamboo hat, and with his back to the entrance of the valley, he gave off a sense of profound stillness and unfathomable depth.

"A big shot."

Jing Ke stepped forward and greeted him with clasped hands.

"Have you met your friend?"

"Hmm." Jing Ke nodded. "Zi Nu discussed a business deal with me today."

He then recounted the whole story in detail, and upon hearing it, the Six-Fingered Black Knight was slightly taken aback, before suddenly turning around to look at Jing Ke.

Is this really true?

……

In the dead of night, the cold moon hangs above the valley, casting a soft, clear light.

Several more people appeared in the valley.

A woman wearing a light blue dress, with snow-white hair, a graceful figure, and an exquisitely beautiful face.

And an old man with a white beard, and a tall, handsome young man.

The Six-Fingered Black Knight slowly removed his bamboo hat, his voice low and deep: "The person behind Zi Nu wants to exchange my Mo family's martial arts for the skills of papermaking and printing."

"This matter concerns the long-term plan of the Mohist school; what do you all think?"

Master Ban spoke first: "My lord, is there anything else to discuss?"

"That paper is lighter than silk and cheaper than bamboo slips. If we could also acquire the technology of movable type printing, our Mohist classics could be printed in millions, scattered throughout the world like dandelion seeds!"

"This is the supreme tool for promoting Mohist philosophy, practicing universal love, and honoring the worthy!"

"Compared to this, a few martial arts skills are merely insignificant techniques for self-defense; why should we waste them?"

Gao Jianli frowned and said, "What Master Ban said makes sense, but martial arts are ultimately passed down from our ancestors. They are the foundation for us Mohist disciples to make a living and uphold justice."

Should we be more cautious about giving things away so easily?

Snow Maiden nodded: "Xiao Gao's concerns are not without merit."

"But upon closer examination, what that person sought was neither the core non-offensive mechanical art of my Mohist school, nor the legacy of the Great Master, but merely two martial arts techniques."

"And what he gave me was the means to spread the ideals of the Mohist school throughout the world."

"It's obvious which is more important."

Six-Fingered Black Knight glanced at everyone: "Since there are those who agree and those who disagree, let's have a vote."

Soon, the Mo family had a result.

Apart from Gao Jianli's objection, everyone else agreed to exchange two types of Mo Sect martial arts for the technology in Lu Zuo's hands.

……

Soon, several months have passed in the timeline of Qin's Moon.

On this day, deep within Xiaoshengxianzhuang, in a quiet and secluded courtyard.

The courtyard is not filled with blooming flowers, but only has a few clumps of bamboo and several ancient pines, arranged in a sparse and orderly manner.

A gravel path meanders through the courtyard, leading to an octagonal pavilion built over the water.

Beside the pavilion, a pool of clear water teems with koi carp swimming leisurely, while occasional fallen leaves drift onto the surface, creating ripples.

An elderly man dressed in a simple, dark robe, with white hair and beard, sat upright on a stone bench in the pavilion, holding a slightly heavy bamboo scroll in his hands, bowing his head slightly, and reading it intently.

"Uncle-Master!"

A deep male voice broke Xunzi's silence.

He slowly raised his eyes and looked into the distance, where he saw his two junior disciples, Fu Nian and Yan Lu, walking hurriedly towards him.

Upon closer inspection, each of the two was holding a scroll of "unidentified" material.

"What's the matter that you're in such a hurry?"

Xunzi put down the bamboo slips in his hand, stood up, and asked in a calm tone.

"Uncle-Master, take a look at this first."

Fu Nian walked into the pavilion and handed over the books he had just bought on the street.

Xunzi reached out and took it. He saw that the cover was inscribed with "Mo Jing" (墨经). This thing was neither silk nor brocade, and it was extremely light. He did not know what it was made of.

He flipped through the book, lowered his eyes to examine it closely, and saw that the characters were clear and neat, but seemed not to have been written by human hands.

"Fu Nian, what is this?"

Fu Nian took a deep breath and replied, "Uncle-Master, this thing is called paper."

"I just bought it from a merchant at the market in Sanghai City."

"According to the merchant, this product is made by crushing up discarded materials such as tree bark, hemp fibers, rags, and even old fishing nets, making it extremely cheap!"

"What's even more astonishing are these words!"

"They weren't handwritten; they were 'printed' using a technique called movable type printing!"

"A single typeface can produce hundreds or thousands of books in a single day, with every single character identical, down to the last detail!"

Yan Lu, who was standing nearby, said at the right moment: "I have also inquired about it. Nowadays, these 'paper books' are mostly circulated secretly by Mohist disciples, and their source is Lu Zuo, the powerful minister of Han and Marquis Changxin of Qin."

"The techniques of papermaking and printing are both in the hands of this person and the Mohists; outsiders can hardly fathom their secrets."

Xunzi stood there, stunned: "Tree bark, rags..."

"Hundreds or thousands of books published in a single day?"

Immediately, a fierce light flashed in Xunzi's eyes: "To turn decay into wonder, to transform extravagance into simplicity!"

"With the advent of this tool, the cumbersome nature of bamboo slips and wooden tablets, the high cost of silk, and the difficulty of copying can all be discarded!"

"The diverse schools of thought should, like snowflakes, drift into the ordinary streets and alleys!"

"Yan Lu!"

"Go to Xinzheng immediately and try to meet Mr. Lu."

"To be frank, my humble abode, the Confucian school, is willing to offer generous gifts to purchase these two arts!"

……

Little Mirror Lake.

The contemporary medical sage, holding the book, exclaimed excitedly, "This is...this is a divine object that can save countless lives and benefit generations to come!"

"In the past, the painstaking efforts of our medical predecessors—the life-saving prescriptions and the classic texts on diagnosis and treatment—were all lost because bamboo slips were cumbersome, silk was expensive, and copying them was extremely difficult; less than one in ten survived!"

"So many exquisite medical skills have been lost in the countryside and forgotten by time simply because of the inconvenience of transmission!"

"In countless remote areas, people fall ill, but because there are no medical books to consult, they can only leave themselves to fate!"

"With this, my medical skills can be transformed into countless forms, lightweight, portable, and inexpensive!"

"Ordinary doctors can easily obtain this book; even the village doctors in remote, impoverished areas can carry it with them and treat patients according to the prescriptions!"

"This is a life-saving technique!"

"Rong'er!"

"You should set off immediately and find a way to contact the Mohist school, or..."

"Or we could go directly to Lu Zuo, the powerful Korean minister who knows the origin of this technique!"

"Please ask him to help print medical classics."

……

The same scene is also playing out in other academic schools such as Taoism and the School of Names.

Some people went to the Mohists, while others went to Lu Zuo, either to learn papermaking and printing techniques, or to pay the Mohists and Lu Zuo to help print academic classics.

However, the Mohists had to build mechanical beasts for Lu Zuo and print their own school's classics, so where would they find the time and energy to help other schools of thought?

As for papermaking and printing techniques, Lu Zuo had already made an agreement with them that the Mohist school was not allowed to pass them on to outsiders!

Therefore, even when the various schools of thought found the Six-Fingered Black Knight, they were all rejected.

Lu Zuo, on the other hand, would give you martial arts skills in return, provided that they were not to be leaked.

Of course, you can print classical texts if you wish.

With three worlds as my backing, printing some books is a piece of cake.

In this way, Lu Zuo quickly acquired some of the martial arts skills from various schools and sects.

For example, the Taoist classic "The Colorless Heaven and Earth", the Confucian classic "The Six Arts", the medical classic "The Miraculous Healing Technique", and the sword techniques of the School of Diplomacy, etc.

.......

Time flies, and several months have passed in the blink of an eye.

Lu Zuo returned to Dongyang City in the Tang Dynasty world, having amassed a wealth of treasures from the Qin Dynasty world.

This time, we brought back the mechanical beast "Kunwu," which can make up for Dangkang's shortcomings and help clear weeds and rubble.

There is also the mechanical beast 'Horned King' that can dig wells.

And the printing press that was improved by the Mo family's black technology.

Ultimately, the most important thing is a mechanical beast that can run fast and carry goods and people, similar to a truck... Zhulong!

As for ammonia fertilizer, Lu Zuo has been busy lately, making several trips and transporting over a hundred tons.

After leaving the items outside the city, he went straight to the Prefectural Governor's residence in Dongyang to find someone to accept them.

……

A short while later, inside the prefect's residence.

"What did you say?"

Lu Zuo's face was grim as he looked at the one-horned ghost king before him: "Ren Zhong is dead?"

"Return to my lord."

The One-Horned Ghost King nodded: "The news that came yesterday is that General Ren died of illness in Nanxu, and with his death, the Sui Kingdom is already making moves."

"besides……"

"The Imperial Preceptor also sent an urgent message."

The letter stated that the Sui Dynasty had quelled the northern war and was currently gathering provisions and mobilizing troops.

"She estimates that they will attack the Chen Kingdom within six months!"