Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

"You're a female teacher giving lectures in this county government office,"

Ke Zhenhai drew a circle on the ground with his iron crutch.

"On my first night here, I passed by the county government office and happened to overhear this gentleman giving a lecture..."

She talked about how the people are the masters of the country, the separation of powers, and that the country doesn't belong to the emperor alone, but to the people. She also said that officials should be servants of the people, not some kind of benevolent ruler.

And what about judicial independence and equality for all?

I've lived most of my life and never heard anything like this before. At the time, I thought this gentleman was a traitor!

To say such treasonous things would have resulted in being arrested and beheaded long ago in the capital.

But the more I thought about it after I got back, the more something seemed off; it didn't seem to make no mistake.

He slammed his iron crutch heavily on the ground, then raised his head, his single eye flashing with a light that Lin Mo had never seen before in the eyes of this acquired master:

"In my life, I have seen too many officials oppress the people, too many emperors kill loyal ministers, and too many powerful people treat ordinary people like livestock."

This old man's eye wasn't blinded by an enemy; it was from forty years ago in Beijing when I witnessed a corrupt official beat an old vegetable farmer to death in the street.

I taught that corrupt official a lesson, but his powerful backer sent men to hunt me down, and I was injured while on the run.

From then on, I understood that this world has always belonged to the powerful and influential, and the lives of ordinary people are worthless.

But what this lady was saying was that the people are the masters of the country, that there is a separation of powers, and that everyone is equal!

These words are utterly treasonous, but if they could truly come true, wouldn't that old vegetable farmer I saw in the capital back then not have had to die?

Lin Mo was slightly surprised when he heard this, not expecting that Ke Zhenhai was such a radical youth.

He was simply provoked by Long Qingxue's modern politics class at night school and fell into her trap.

However, seeing that Ke Zhenhai wasn't referring to a divine artifact, Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Old Ke is probably referring to Long Qingxue."

She is mine...

The staff member's daily job is to teach the children at the welfare home.

"I don't care about her identity, I just want to ask her a few questions in person."

After hearing her answer, I was content.

Ke Zhenhai held the iron crutch horizontally in front of him and nodded slightly to Lin Mo.

Lin Mo nodded, waved to the Flying Tigers beside him, and pointed to the corpses on the ground:

"The usual rules!"

Then he cupped his hands to Ke Zhenhai and said:

"Mr. Ke, please come with me."

He led Ke Zhenhai through the corridor of the county government office and to the door of a side room in the backyard.

Warm lamplight shone through the window paper. Long Qingxue was sitting under the lamp preparing her lesson, holding a pen in her hand, with a constitutional law textbook she had just brought back from the main world spread out in front of her.

Lin Mo gently knocked on the door:

"Qingxue, come out for a moment!"

The door opened, and Long Qingxue stood in the doorway, dressed in a moon-white ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), her long hair casually tied back with a single wooden hairpin.

She was slightly taken aback when she saw Ke Zhenhai behind Lin Mo, but quickly regained her composure.

Lin Mo briefly recounted what had just happened in the courtyard. After listening, Long Qingxue gave Ke Zhenhai a deep look, then stepped aside to let him through the door.

"please."

Ke Zhenhai entered the room leaning on his iron crutch. Instead of sitting down with his usual imposing manner, he leaned the crutch against the door, straightened his faded gray long robe, and respectfully bowed to Long Qingxue.

"My surname is Ke. Recently, I overheard a few words and realized that I had never thought there was such a principle in this world."

I have a few questions that I would like to ask Mr. Long in person.

Long Qingxue invited him to sit down, poured him a cup of tea, and then moved a chair to sit opposite him.

Lin Mo leaned against the door frame, not interrupting.

Ke Zhenhai's first question was very direct:

"I've heard you say that 'the country doesn't belong to the emperor alone.' Then who does the country belong to?"

If the emperor can't have the final say, then who can?

Long Qingxue thought for a moment, picked up a piece of chalk from the bookshelf, drew three horizontal lines on the table, and began to patiently explain.

She explained the logic of the separation of powers in the simplest language, breaking down the four words "popular sovereignty" into plain language that Ke Zhenhai could understand, and even gave an example from Lienhai County itself.

Why didn't Lin Mo directly manage the mines and factories? Instead, he let Liu Si manage production, Yue Pengniao manage the army, and Wang Laonian manage infrastructure. This is the separation and balance of power.

Ke Zhenhai listened attentively, nodding occasionally and asking a few follow-up questions.

After Ke Zhenhai finally finished asking those questions, the air in the room seemed to suddenly become quiet and clear.

The newly acquired master slowly stood up and bowed deeply to Long Qingxue, his faded gray cloth robe trailing on the ground as he did so.

Long Qingxue quickly got up to help him, but he stubbornly refused to get up, his voice carrying an unprecedented solemnity:

"Mr. Long, I finally understand life today."

No matter what divine weapons or unparalleled martial arts, none of them are as powerful as a few words from Mr. Long.

I'm old, but I'm not senile.

I wish to learn from Mr. Long, to become his disciple, and to dedicate my life to the democratic modernization he advocates.

Please accept me, Mr. Long!

Long Qingxue did not answer immediately, but instead turned her gaze to Lin Mo, who was leaning against the door frame.

Lin Mo nodded slightly.

Long Qingxue helped Ke Zhenhai up with both hands, her tone solemn:

"Mr. Ke, there's no need for such a grand gesture."

Your willingness to strive for democratic modernization is something Qingxue could never ask for.

From today onwards, you will be an auditor at Lianhai Academy. You are welcome to attend classes and ask me any questions you may have.

Ke Zhenhai straightened up, a light he had never seen before shining in his single eye, and solemnly replied:

"Thank you, Mr. Long, for making this possible."

From this day forward, I am no longer Ke Zhenhai, the wandering swordsman, but Ke Zhenhai, an auditor at Lianhai Academy.

"Wherever Mr. Long points, I will strike."

Lin Mo stood at the door, watching this scene, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Tonight's conflict almost forced him to travel through time and escape, but he ended up benefiting from the misfortune and unexpectedly gained a master who had become a master after birth.

This old man's cultivation level is among the best in the entire martial arts world. With him in charge of Lianhai, at least we won't have to carry the Barrett ourselves when we encounter a master like Cao Dahai again.

But Cao Dahai also served as a warning to him.

The movements of a second-stage master are so fast that even the Flying Tigers' rifle barrage can't keep up with them.

If Ke Zhenhai hadn't intervened in time, he would have either exposed his trump card in front of everyone or had to endure that claw attack head-on.

The Flying Tigers can easily overwhelm ordinary troops, but they struggle against top martial artists. This weakness must be addressed as soon as possible.

By the time Lin Mo called the Yue Peng bird to the study, it was already completely dark.

Only a desk lamp was lit in the study, casting the shadows of the two people on the wall, which swayed gently with the sea breeze outside the window.

Lin Mo sat behind his desk, tapping his fingers lightly on the surface twice, and got straight to the point:

"Friend, there's something I need you to do right away."

I will send a telegram to your father tonight, informing him that I am collecting the medicinal materials needed to refine the Great Rejuvenating Elixir from across the country.

"I'll take as many ginseng, lingzhi, and he shou wu that are over a hundred years old—any valuable medicinal herbs that have been around for a long time."

"It's an adult!"

The Yue Peng bird obeyed and left.