More and more people are gathering in Nanhua Mountain!
Zhuangzi preached countless times, and countless people in the world benefited from it. How many people followed Zhuangzi as a disciple, and the same was true for Zhuangzi's wife. In fact, more often, it was Jinmu Yuanjun who preached, so that countless people paid homage to Jin. Mu Yuanjun also held the disciple ceremony.
At this moment, such a big event happened in Nanhua Mountain, and everyone came here with gratitude.
The destroyed parts of the surrounding mountains have been repaired by a group of disciples on their own initiative, and the ruins of Xiaoyao Palace on the mountain have also been cleaned up. There were white cloths hanging everywhere.
Father Zhuang arranged for the minced corpses of those servants to be carefully placed in coffins and placed in the square of Xiaoyao Hall for others to express their condolences.
The ruins were briefly cleaned up and a mourning hall was set up. In the mourning hall, Zhuangzi personally packed up the body of Jinmu Yuanjun and put it in the coffin. Allow those who come to express condolences.
"Master's wife! Have a good journey!" Countless people cried at the foot of the mountain.
"Master's wife, students will definitely find those thieves! Revenge for you!"
"Golden Mother Yuanjun, your hatred is the hatred of everyone in the world, and we will never forget it!"
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Disciples from Xiaoyao Academy, scholars from all over the world, nobles from all countries, and envoys from kings are all paying their respects at this moment.
Arranged by the Zhuang clan and Zhuangzi students, everything was very appropriate.
No one dared to disturb Zhuangzi.
Zhuangzi was sitting not far away, looking at the guests coming and going in front of him, and at the countless Xiaoyao Academy disciples.
"Ha, ha, ha ha ha ha!" Zhuangzi showed a burst of laughter.
Zhuangzi can be sure that the people who come here to express condolences must be hidden inside under the arrangement of the commander-in-chief of the three armies of the ancient food tribe. There should be many people in the world who have hidden the layout of the commander-in-chief of the three armies of the ancient food tribe.
The fake news about the Moral Golden Pot had just been released, and it was only circulated among the core disciples of Xiaoyao Academy. The commander-in-chief of the three armies of the Ancient Food Tribe knew about it. There may also be suspicions among the disciples of Xiaoyao Academy.
I'm handling the funeral here, and those lackeys of the commander-in-chief of the ancient food clan's armed forces are taking the opportunity to offer condolences to find out more details
The lackeys are among the crowd, but no one knows who they are.
"Ha, hahahahaha!" Zhuangzi laughed.
"Sage Zhuangzi, why are you laughing?" Everyone commented one after another.
A group of people wanted to comfort Zhuangzi, but they were stopped by the Zhuang clan.
"My lords, Zhuangzi has told you not to disturb him!" All the Zhuang clan members apologized one after another.
"Zhuangzi, how can you still laugh when your wife is gone?" But an old man walked out of the crowd.
"Hui Shi? Hui Zi?" Someone immediately recognized him.
Huizi, Zhuangzi's close friend, was known to everyone. When he learned that Mrs. Zhuangzi had passed away, he immediately put aside all his affairs in Wei and came all the way here.
"Huizi, my father is in a bit of a mood right now...!" Deng Lingzi said worriedly.
He stopped others, but did not stop Huizi. After all, everyone knew about the relationship between Hui Shi and Zhuangzi.
Zhuangzi seemed to have seen Huizi, but he smiled and said: "Laughing? What's wrong with laughing? I want to sing a song again, I want to sing it, hahahaha!"
Zhuangzi reached out and picked up a broken golden basin of morality lying nearby.
He took out a broken piece of wood on the side and started knocking hard.
"Dang, Dang, Dang...!"
Zhuangzi kept knocking at the damaged golden basin of morality. With a smile on his face.
"Has Zhuangzi been so stimulated that he has gone crazy?" someone whispered.
Many people looked worried.
"Zhuangzi, cheer up!" Huizi said worriedly.
"Do you think I'm crazy? No, I'm not crazy, I'm happy, I'm happy, ancient food tribe? You can't wait, can you? Are you scared? Hahahaha!" Zhuangzi laughed.
"You are afraid, hahaha, don't refute. If you are not afraid, why are you so impatient
The commander-in-chief of the ancient food clan’s three armies? Hahahaha, if you use upright means, I will respect your ability. Now, you will only use these dirty means
Are you in a hurry? Are you in a hurry
Assassination
It must have been planned for a long time. The more you have planned the assassination, the more vulnerable you are.
I am so vulnerable that I only dare to use this low-level method!
Shame on you!
Shame on you!
Shame on you!
Hahahahaha! "
Zhuangzi sang with drums and basins, shouted and cursed at the sky, laughed and cursed.
Zhuangzi knew that his scolding would definitely reach the ears of the commander-in-chief of the ancient food tribe. Maybe the murderer was right in front of him, but at this moment, Zhuangzi wanted to scold, laugh, and vent his anger.
Although the commander-in-chief of the ancient food tribe's armies was not in front of him, Zhuangzi's singing was as if he was pointing at his nose and scolding him.
Shame on, shame on, shame on!
"Zhuangzi, what the ancient food tribe did is indeed shabby, but you have to cheer up, after all...!" Keiko was still worried.
"Cheer up? Why should I cheer up? Huizi, do you really think that I have been stimulated and can't lose control of my uncomfortable emotions?" Zhuangzi looked at Huizi.
"We have been married and sleeping together for many years. Don't you feel sad at all?" Keiko asked worriedly.
"You are wrong. I am also a human being. How can I not be sad? However, I will not be dominated by emotions. I have to think calmly. I think of the past, when she was not born and could not become her life. Earlier, Not only was it not a life, but the embryo was not yet complete. Earlier, not only was the embryo not yet complete, it also had no soul. Later, in a trance, the two qi of yin and yang merged and turned into a wisp of soul, and then there was a body. Then there was an embryo. Later, the embryo turned into a baby and was born into an independent life. Life went through a life of suffering and then turned into death. Looking back on my life, I think of the time sequence of spring, summer, autumn and winter, how similar it is. Now she has changed from me The hut returns to the big house of heaven and earth, and I sleep peacefully. I am not happy, why should I cry? That would not understand the principle of life. When I think about it, I feel sad! Ha, hahaha!" Zhuangzi laughed. (Translation of Zhuangzi’s original words in history.)
"You really are living in hell!" Keiko suddenly felt depressed.
Obviously, Zhuangzi’s idea cannot be accepted by most people.
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. I'll tell it to the commander-in-chief of the ancient food tribe now.
Ancient Food Clan, listen, are you going to use the death of my wife to attack me? You do not deserve! I won't do what you want. All living beings in the world are originally part of Pangu. They emerge independently in life and return to Pangu in death. To us, it is nothing at all. My wife is dead, so what? In this era, even if everyone dies, so what? The cycle of heaven and earth begins again and again. We have transformed into Pangu cell nutrients again. New and stronger cell individuals will be born, and stronger people will be born. Only after death can there be life! We, all living beings, are not afraid of death! If one person dies, his anger will be accumulated. If he accumulates hatred, his revenge will be doubled! We, all of us, will never be fed! "Zhuangzi banged the golden basin of morality and roared.
"when!"
The sound of knocking on the basin was like a war drum, stirring up a fighting spirit in the eyes of all those who came to express condolences.
"We, all of us, will never eat for food!" Those who came to express their condolences shouted together.
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In a dark hall.
In front of a Go board, a dark figure sat behind the board, watching the game quietly.
There is no opponent, only him, as if he is playing chess with himself, and one person controls the overall situation and is strategizing.
Not far from the main hall, a figure knelt on the ground and reported all the words that Zhuangzi sang from the drum.
"Teacher, that Zhuangzi drumming and singing doesn't seem to be sad at all!" the kneeling figure whispered.
"Whoops!"
The shadow grabbed a handful of chess pieces and threw them on the chessboard. The layout on the chessboard suddenly fell into pieces.
The kneeling figure suddenly lowered his head and said nothing. This was the first time that the kneeling figure saw the teacher so angry.
"We, all of us, will never eat? Ha, hum!" The black shadow snorted coldly.
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Mrs. Zhuangzi's funeral ended a few days later.
Even though many people wanted to see Zhuangzi and express their condolences, Zhuangzi could not see anyone. Even with Zhuangzi's best friend Huizi, Zhuangzi only met briefly and ended it in a hurry.
On Nanhua Mountain, it was rebuilt by the disciples.
However, Zhuangzi no longer preached. Some people said that Zhuangzi was greatly stimulated, but some people said that because of hatred, Zhuangzi was enlightening and studying a peerless theory. He wanted to use this enlightenment to defeat all the ancient food tribes in the world. Come out and take revenge.
No one dares to disturb Zhuangzi, and no one can disturb Zhuangzi.
Except for Zhuang's father and Zhuang's mother, few people saw Zhuangzi again.
Xiaoyao Palace, in a pavilion.
Zhuangzi sat in the pavilion, drinking tea, and dismissed all the people who were serving him. Only Deng Lingzi sat aside.
"Dad, you, are you really okay?" Deng Lingzi asked worriedly.
Zhuangzi was so abnormal at this moment. Change your previous attitude towards things.
"Golden Mother Yuanjun, your soul has traveled back to the future using the Wheel of Life. Do you think anything will happen to me?" Zhuangzi said after taking a sip of tea.
"Uh!" Deng Lingzi frowned and nodded.
Returning to the future, when Zhuangzi returns to Wang Xiong and can see each other again, the sadness will not change drastically.
"But, Dad, people outside say that your temperament has changed drastically...!" Deng Lingzi said worriedly.
"I just took advantage of Jin Mu Yuanjun's departure to change my living habits. Girl, I want to ask you, how is your Mo family in Chu State doing?" Zhuangzi frowned.
"Huh? It's good. The nobles of Chu State also respect me very much. The King of Chu treats me as a guest of honor. The Mohist disciples of Chu State respect me. I get one of the three points of Mohism in the world!" Deng Lingzi said.
"That's it?" Zhuangzi looked at Deng Lingzi.
"Uh!" Deng Lingzi was confused for a while.
"If that's all, then it's okay if you don't want the leader of Chu Mo!" Zhuangzi shook his head.
"ah?"
"You have a loose temperament and can't calm down to realize the truth. Mohist theory cannot be carried forward. What do you do to lead Chu Mo? As for power, when dad is here, you still don't want someone from Chu to be an honored guest?" Zhuangzi took a sip of tea.
"I, I, but those Mohist disciples can't live without me, I...!" Deng Lingzi frowned.
"No one is inseparable from anyone. They will still live well after you leave. Are they receiving preferential treatment from the State of Chu because of your status as Deng Lingzi, or are they receiving preferential treatment because of your status as my daughter?" Zhuang Zhou looked at Deng. Lingzi.
"Me!" Deng Lingzi frowned.
"You can find a successor. Just go back and take a look if you have nothing to do. Don't put your mind on those false names. Look at Xiang Fuzi and Xiang Liqin. Although they control the two major branches of the Mohist family, their thoughts are... But in order to gain power, they have sent Mohist disciples into various countries and are weaving their own network of power. Maybe it will not be long before they will compete for the power of the king of a country!" Zhuangzi said calmly.
"Ah? They, they want to seize the power of a country? How can they do this!" Deng Lingzi exclaimed.
"Ambitionous people are like this. You are too young!" Zhuangzi shook his head.
"If they act like this, they will put the Mohist disciples into a desperate situation! Are they worthy of their teacher?" Deng Lingzi said anxiously.
"What are you sorry for? Didn't I tell you about Xi Jiao? You don't care about Xi Jiao, is it your turn to worry about it?" Zhuang Zhou took a sip of tea.
"I, I...!" Deng Lingzi felt uncomfortable for a while.
After a while, Deng Lingzi finally figured out the pass.
"Okay, Chu Mo, I don't care, but dad, what do you want me to do?" Deng Lingzi asked confused.
"Practice your sword!" Zhuang Zhou said in a deep voice.
"Sword training?" Deng Lingzi asked in surprise.
"Girl, Long Ji, you are Lan Liyan's daughter. Didn't Ali teach you the way of swordsmanship?" Zhuangzi looked at Deng Lingzi.
"Mother? Mother taught me swordsmanship, but...!" Deng Lingzi said worriedly.
"Your mother's swordsmanship is the orthodox swordsmanship in the world!" Zhuangzi said in a deep voice.
"Ah?" Deng Lingzi looked shocked.
"Your mother, in her second reincarnation, was taken advantage of by Nuwa, who wanted to use your mother to plot against me. As a result, your mother became the disciple of the general by some strange combination of circumstances, and was taught by him with all his strength. Therefore, Your mother has the true inheritance of General, but she just doesn’t have time to practice swordsmanship. And your mother also passed this set of sword skills to you, so you are also the inheritor of General’s Sword Technique. The sword cultivator in the world has General’s Sword Intent. It has been preached that the swordsmanship is now comparable to that of generals, or even surpasses them. However, the origin of their swordsmanship comes from generals, and the swordsmanship you learned from your mother is the orthodox swordsmanship in the world!" Zhuangzi said solemnly.
"Ah? My swordsmanship?" Deng Lingzi asked in surprise.
"Yes, I am going to travel around the world and preach everywhere in the world! You follow me!" Zhuangzi said solemnly.
"Follow dad?"
"Yes, using preaching as a cover, I will take you to meet sword cultivators from all over the world. You can compete with them. For my sake, no one will refuse to teach you and show you their swordsmanship! I preach to the world. , you talk about swords in the world!" Zhuangzi said with narrowed eyes.
"I, can I?" Deng Lingzi said blankly.
"You can do it. You have the orthodoxy of swordsmanship in the world. It is equivalent to mastering the general outline of swordsmanship. Everyone else's swordsmanship is just a branch. You will definitely understand and learn all the swordsmanship very quickly. When you turn around, you will learn all the swordsmanship. Learn and teach me again!" Zhuangzi said in a deep voice.
"Dad also wants to practice swordsmanship?" Deng Lingzi asked curiously.
"I don't practice swordsmanship, I understand swordsmanship!" Zhuangzi shook his head.
"Ah? Sword training, sword mastering? Isn't it the same?" Deng Lingzi asked curiously.
"It's different. The swordsmanship I have learned may not be able to be used. It belongs to just talking on paper, but your sword practice is the mastery and your own!" Zhuangzi explained.
"Isn't this different?" Deng Lingzi still couldn't understand.
"Only you and my daughter know about this matter, and you are not allowed to tell anyone!" Zhuangzi said solemnly.
"Okay, okay!" Deng Lingzi said blankly.
"Go and sort out Chu Mo's various connections. When you finish it, I will deal with it with you!" Zhuangzi said.
"Yeah!" Deng Lingzi nodded.
Deng Lingzi returned to his room.
Zhuangzi was sitting in the pavilion, drinking tea, and took out the moral ice crystal in his hand that the Golden Mother Yuanjun had died for. There was a small sword sealed in the moral ice crystal.
This is not a small sword, this is the blow left by the person who killed her.
This sword seems ordinary, but everyone's sword aura is different. This sword can help Zhuangzi identify the murderer. However, he still doesn't know who the murderer is, so he has to find it himself.
As for asking a certain sword cultivator? That is impossible! Zhuangzi doesn't trust anyone now. This is what Golden Mother Yuanjun exchanged for her life. How could it be possible to fake it
Taking Deng Lingzi to travel around the world, preaching and learning the sword, was the process of Zhuangzi finding the real murderer.
Be careful to put away the moral ice crystals. Zhuangzi will not let anyone know about this.
"Zhuangzi? Haha, after all, I, Wang Xiong, have actually become Zhuangzi? It's really amazing. When I didn't know about the ancient theories of hundreds of schools of thought, I knew about the 'Three Swords of the Emperor', the first sword, Bahuang Liuhe I am the only one who is supreme! The second sword opened up the world! The third sword, I am even more confused about! Now, history has actually reappeared, asking me to learn the sword? Ha, hahaha!" Zhuangzi said with a bitter smile.
"The first sword, I thought it was the emperor's sword to gather the power of the country, and the second sword, I thought it was the sword of Pangu's power to open the sky, but I missed it? No! It's not a mistake!
In the future time and space, other people will not be able to use Zhuangzi's three swords, but I have defeated so many opponents with the first two swords. It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, it's ridiculous. I think I have the essence of mastering it, but I ignore that I only have a little knowledge of the way of the sword. A person who doesn't understand the way of the sword. How can a person use peerless swordsmanship
It’s not about how good my talent is, nor is it a coincidence, but about the next step in sword mastery. I just learned the sword according to all my own attributes. The Three Swords of the Emperor fit me perfectly. My future self and my present self, It's all me, so I can use the first two swords, and only I can use the first two swords, and no one else in the world can use it? "Zhuangzi analyzed.
"My swordsmanship is as good as two swords. No wonder I can't use the third sword at all, because I don't understand swords!"
"Don't you understand the sword? Then I'll start from the beginning, and I'll understand it properly!" Zhuangzi's eyes showed determination.