a pale hand lay quietly on the ground.>The officer Wang's hand!For practitioners, injuries like broken limbs consume qi, but they can be mended. The prerequisite is... the severed limb is still prese...Zhong Xuan peered out from the second floor of Dao Bi Xuan with a thin face: "Zhong Li Yan Aren't you refusing to enter the cabinet You didn't come to the last meeting."
“What refusal! Absurd! Rumor!” Zhongli flared up in anger: “To work for the sake of all living beings, would I ever back down I merely asked you to wait a while. The thousand-year legacy of offering grain, rests solely on this pavilion. Does transferring such matters not take time I am packing my belongings, preparing to fully devote myself to the affairs of the Heavenly Vault Pavilion!”
There weren't many members of the staff left inside Taixu Mountain's gates.
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Apart from the Yellow Satori who practices quiet contemplation during his travels, and Zhong Xuan who cultivates diligently behind closed doors, there is also Ju Kui, who is currently revising the regulations related to the Illusory Realm of Vast Emptiness.
At this moment, the iron bars at the apex of the Five Punishments Tower slowly rose, pushing open the tall window. Ju Kui sat rigidly at his desk, lifting his head from the towering stacks of legal codes to gaze at Zhongli Yan: “Has Chu Ting already made a decision”
"This wasn't something decided upon already!" Zhongli Yan didn't care about historians or legalists, and pushed the imperial edict forward: "Can you read"
Suddenly, a flower bloomed before my eyes, and the letter slipped from my grasp.
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Zhong Liyan gripped his heavy sword, glaring fiercely. He saw a figure clad in red with gold trim, standing between the clouds, gradually solidifying from nothingness.
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“Yawns.” The man yawned languidly, covering his mouth with a national letter. He was extremely casual: “It’s broad daylight, still taking a nap! This Taixu mountain gate, how can one hear a dog barking”
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Zhongli, the old master, doesn't concern himself with those lacking in quality. He simply sneered coldly: "Ha! Isn't this Lu Shuanghe's defeated subordinate"
This confident attitude, this disdainful gaze, made Dou Zhao feel for a moment that the one who had been pressed down by Lu Shuanghe's sword in Bingxu wasn't him, Zhongli Yan.
And he sarcastically mocked on top of that!
“I’m napping.” Dou Zhao pointed at Zhong Li Yan with his hand and gestured outwards: “Don’t disgrace the face of the Chu people—get out!”
"A midday nap is a good habit, it allows you to escape reality and indulge in daydreams!" The staunch and unyielding Zhongli Yan, of course, refused to budge, grinning as he said: "But didn't you sleep in the wrong bed Go home! This is Ben Ge's territory!"
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Ji Kui and Zhong Xuan both kept silent at this time, while Huang Sheli even crossed his arms and watched from the side.
Within the sea of clouds, the pavilions and halls cast hazy shadows. Everyone at the Tai Xu Mountain Gate was engrossed in watching this spectacle with great interest.
Dou Zhao had a headache.
Being devoured by thousands of ghosts in hell wasn't this painful. A clear line seemed to appear in my mind, flashing violently, jumping back and forth.
"Surname Zhong," Dou Zhao grinned. "You really want to do this in front of so many people, huh"
“Damn it, my surname is Zhongli!” Zhongli Yan was furious and jumped out of the chariot, raising his Nan Yue. Facing the black evil forces who refused to move from their positions, he made the first move!
Whew!
In the howling wind, the blade was stained with blood flames, falling like a mountain upon the land.
But seeing blood flames burning in the ravines, splitting into a full nine paths, winding and turning, all heading towards Dou Zhao. They do not pass through air, nor affect the five elements.
Like spatial barriers, nine bloody tunnels!
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Martial arts lack the depth of foundation, and the higher you go, the more lacking it becomes. After all, it's a newly opened path, and there aren't many true martial arts masters in total. But the space is vast and has infinite possibilities.
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Speaking of him, this martial arts master, his strength is increasing rapidly, getting stronger every day. Although he was beaten by Zhongli Zhaojia, this sword move still shows his style.
Dou Zhao raised his knife and pointed it at Dao Bi Xuan's direction: "I'm telling you, Zhong, don't remember this."
He was arrogant his entire life, never giving in to anyone. When he got angry, he didn't care who you were. But this time, in that hellish place, he did owe Jiang someone a favor. In front of that dog king, he couldn't be tough at all. No matter how upset he was, he could only swallow his anger.
I've been holding onto a lot of anger, it's time to let it out!
Tianxiao wasn't repaired that quickly, so he casually pinched a dream-knife to deal with it.
If Zhong Xuan was unhappy, he would pack up everything all at once.
So annoyed, I might as well hack Huang Sheli and Ju Kui a few times too, just to stop them from daring to watch others fight!
Zhong Xuan, how many years has he lived He wouldn't care about these young colleagues. With a smile, he said: "Alright, it's not the duty of the Tai Xu Pavilion, so there's no need to remember."
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Before he could finish his words, Dou Zhao's figure vanished into the sea of clouds.
Zhong Li's figure vanished as he slashed downward.
Zhong Xuan followed the tracks and locked onto the battlefield in an instant——only to see that Zhong Liyan's armor was already cracked. A muscular, golden-glowing arm gripped Zhong Liyan's neck tightly, pressing him down into the clouds continuously!
A touch... victory or defeat is decided.
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Dou Zhao was ridiculously strong after returning from Yinxian Forest.
Zhong Xuan was a bit worried about Zhong Li Yan's physical condition, and he was considering whether to intervene and protect him. The Dou Ge member seemed to be in a bad mood, and if he lost control, he might hurt Zhong Li Huo... Then he knew he had overthought it.
Zhongli Yan's newly donned armor was shattered again, muscles bursting with bloodstains, the surging qi within him constantly erupting only to be suppressed. But his spirit remained remarkably high.
He was being imprisoned and falling continuously, yet he still managed to pull out a fist-sized blazing orb from somewhere, an unknown secret weapon that flickered erratically in Dou Zhao's face.
Upon closer inspection, Zhong Xuan recognized it immediately — the sun's essence, refined into gold.
The solar gold commonly seen is usually in the form of fragments, already a rare treasure. When armorers cast weapons, they dare to claim they are forging renowned swords if they add just one or two grains into the metal.
Such a high purity, such a large piece of solar gold, so yang and scorching, is truly rare in the world...
Zhong Xuan was blinded by the light and silently closed the window.
Yet it was said that Zhongli Yan, holding the Sun Gold, swaggered before Dou Zhao, muttering to himself, "I shine, I shine, I shine!"
But throughout the fall, and despite being illuminated all the way down, Dou Zhao didn't react.
He couldn't help but wonder: "Huh Aren't ghosts the most afraid of this"
"Could it be that the old man's collection is counterfeit"
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He reached out and pinched Dou Zhao's face: "What's your reaction now Is it hot"
Dou Zhao looked at him with an emotionless face and punched him hard, sending him crashing into the ground!
“Today, there is a play that suits the occasion. Regardless of the Mohist spirit, it does not regard facts as reason, and recklessly intervenes, rashly provoking the Ming Ghost. It uses punitive evil and promoting good puppets to act as a mischievous accomplice. Capturing innocent people has resulted in eight years of wrongful imprisonment. This is a disgrace to this great city, a scandal for the Mohist school!”
"Considering his past conduct, which has always been exemplary, and his respect for the ancestral teachings of our sect. He was misled by a former magnate, unaware of the truth, and acted accordingly. Furthermore, he achieved many great feats, particularly in the design and operation of puppetry mechanisms... After deliberation, we hereby strip him of his title as True Ghost Master Puppeteer, revoke his honorary title of Master Mechanism Designer, seize his true lineage teachings, expel him from the sect walls, and forbid him from ever using his ink name again!"
The pronouncements of the Mohist elders resonated in the air, clear and unwavering.
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The rhythm is like the shark teeth of the fourth movement of The Four Seasons, always abruptly pausing after four to six notes.
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Xi Xiangyi sat on the floor, tidying up her small box.
She is leaving.
To be precise, she was told she had to leave.
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This city, which she opened her eyes to, a city she had lived in for so many years, no longer had her house.
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Xi Xiangyi believes she doesn't have any sad emotions, she just feels a little uncomfortable.
This house wasn't large, measuring nine steps by nine. It was the standard size for a disciple of the Mo School. It was perfectly square, divided into nine smaller squares to form one larger square. The entire room was made up of these small grids, pieced together like a puzzle.
The room was like a large toolbox, with parts for the puppet categorized and placed in different areas: the front post, the vertebrae, the tail rod, the wingspan...everything related to the puppet.
With forty-nine types, ranging in material and appearance, Guanyin's wings are the most commonly used props for Xi Xiangyi.
The Mohists advocated frugality, and their followers often wore raincoats and straw sandals, practicing asceticism to temper their hearts. They lived in simple rooms and narrow houses, adhering to strict rules and self-discipline. It was only after Qian Jinhua took charge of the "Ruler" order and developed the "New Mo School" that they began to pursue a luxurious lifestyle.
It's probably not right to describe their pursuits as "extravagant." In Xi Xiangyi's view, it's important to be objective about the situation—it's just that some members of the "New Mo School" are only interested in profit and indulge excessively.
It is undeniable that these people's pursuit of extreme materialism has inspired a creativity far exceeding that of ordinary artists, greatly enriching the Qianji Lou products.
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A mind that is pleasingly imaginative tends to be highly divergent, free-flowing. Perhaps this is also the embodiment of creativity.
The core idea of the "Xīn Mò Pài" is actually "machinery changes life". Or more formally—"A gentleman masters the device, and everyone becomes a dragon."
Every person can live a wealthy and dignified life through the use of institutions — this was Qian Jinhua's vision back then.
Oh, I almost forgot. Xi Xiangyi is now "Xin Mo Pai."
Although she didn't fully understand the ideology of the "New Ink Movement" . Although her room was bare except for mechanical parts.
But she belonged to Qian Jinhua's faction.
Because of Qian Jin-hua, he was allowed to manage the puppet Ming Ghost out of turn. Also because of Qian Jin-hua, he was expelled from Ju Cheng.
She wasn't really close to Qian Jinhu, and she wasn't close to anyone in Jucheng. She was familiar with the mechanisms, the parts, all those puppets.
qian jin hua was also busy every day, doing research, running a business, and studying. Only when he had free time would he inspect Ju Cheng and occasionally glance at her, but he only watched her make puppets and didn't speak much.
Anyway, Qian Jinhua is a wealthy magnate. Whatever a magnate says, that's what they do.
If the magnate is wrong, then she is wrong.
When you do something wrong, you should apologize and accept punishment.
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Therefore, she accepted the fact that she was expelled from Jucheng.
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She's just not used to it.
The cyclical nature of life wasn't a torment for her; it was confusion that arose when the established order was disrupted.
“Hey.” Xi Xiangyi suddenly thought of something and took out a thick, metallic-shelled book from her bosom. She held it in both hands and offered it forward: “The maintenance and care instructions for the Minggui, as well as all the data from each previous operation of the Minggui, are all on this. Here you go.”
"Ah...Oh!" The disciple of the Mo family, responsible for receiving Mo family property, stared blankly as he received it.
This Mohist disciple named "Mo Zhu" was, like many other Mohists, only familiar with interacting with mechanisms and machinery. He was taciturn.
I want to say something, but I don't know what to say.
"Has she left yet" A voice sounded from outside the door.
Mo Zhu hurried out to meet him: "Just finishing up—"
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He was pushed aside with a shove to his face.
A man wearing a warrior's headband and a black silk armor walked in, looking coldly at Xi Xiangyi: "Leave quickly, don't get in my way here."
Xi Xiangyi was still like that little boy, with tiger-whiskered rouge on his face. He wrinkled his nose and said nothing, just fiddling around by himself.
"Come on, come on!" The black silk-clad man suddenly flew into a rage: "This isn't your house!"
Xi Xiangyi's nimble hands, which had been fluttering gracefully, suddenly stopped. With a snap, she closed the small box and said nothing more. She did nothing else but pick up the box and walk out.
Outside... there are so many people.
People weren't sending her.
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The expressions on people's faces were those of those gathered before a gallows.
“Isn’t she… The one they call the most genius of our time”
“I’ve never seen her before. She's so young! What a genius.”
"Talented but lacking virtue, she embodies none of the spirit of Mozi. Not only does she fail to practice universal love, she lacks even basic humanity! She imprisoned an innocent person for eight whole years!"
The crowd was engaged in a heated discussion, like they were debating the quality of a piece of pork on a butcher's block.
Xi Xiangyi wanted to point out a fact – there were no eight years. As early as the year 3923 of Daoli's reign, Qian Jinhu had already stopped the torture and claimed that he had finally uncovered the truth, turning to Huang Jingmo for an apology. The following time was Huang Jingmo's refusal to leave.
But eight years or three years, it seems like there's no difference.
So she didn't say anything.
"Back then, wasn't there one more person who didn't go to redeem the city What about Tie Tuisi"
"A few days ago, someone committed suicide... Didn't you know"
“Bah! A bringer of misfortune! One's act is convenient, the other's thought is ironclad retreat! They are all to blame for this, dragging our Sect Master down with them—“
“What a load of crap, Sect Master!” The man in black silk arrowed clothes suddenly walked out: “The disgrace of the Mo family all stems from Qian Jin Hua. He is the eternal sinner of the Mo family!”
...Xiang Yi didn't hear the rest of what he said.
She closed her ears, in a silent world, under the gaze of all eyes, walked out of this city that always turned with the sound of gears.
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She stood outside the city gate, momentarily lost.
Living in Juxing City since she was young, the puppet was her life. She polished the Ming Ghost twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening. Carefully checking each key component and combing through the formation lines regularly. She only went on missions when needed.
Her life was a gears meshing, a rigid line driven on a fixed track at a constant speed.
Now she is cast outside that order, unsure how to reconstruct herself - no one taught her how.
A shadow fell before him.
She lifted her head and saw Xi Meng's very proper face.
...too proper... she thought.
“Where are you going” Ximending asked.
"I don't know," Xi Xiangyi wrinkled her nose and said, "Why are you asking me"
"I'm not just a scholar, you know. Where you go, I'll go too," he said calmly.
"You're in charge of the QiangjLou now, aren't you" Xi Xiang was surprised.
The Qijian Building is now a very important place. 50% of the Jucheng's finances rely on the Qijian Building. The position can be described as "high status and great power."
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“Not anymore,” said Xì Mèng. “I’m the new Ink School. No, I guess it should be called the Money Ink School now.”
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"How come you're a member of the New Ink faction" Xi Xiangyi didn't understand. She knew Xi Ming was the most disciplined person, never indulging in extravagance, and never fawned over those wealthy and pampered members of the New Ink faction.
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Ximen smiled wryly: “You’re my sister, whatever faction you belong to, I belong to as well.”
Xi Xiangyi had never felt sad, though she couldn't understand why her eyes were a little sore.
She turned her head: "Then I'll go for a walk."
“Then let’s go.” Xi Mie said, “Brother, follow you.”
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Xi Xiangyi carried the small box on her back and strode forward with determination, her every step forceful. Her silken clothes and colorful ribbons danced like butterflies.
The tall, imposing Fate followed behind her.
Two shadows, one large and one small, moved forward in parallel under the setting sun. They were neither close nor far away.
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"Do you know that Mo Wenqin is Mo Jingyu's best friend"
“He's upset that the money tycoon used Mo Jingyu’s death as a bargaining chip, hiding the truth and refusing to disclose it, leaving Mo Jingyu to die with unanswered questions... He harbors a lot of resentment, it's not directed at you. Or perhaps, the money tycoon died too cleanly, his resentment has nowhere to be released, so he can only direct it at you.”
Fate said in a leisurely manner, "That Mo Zhu who received the Mo family's property is Huan Tao's brother. Yes, that Huan Tao who later became a notorious executioner—Mo Jingyu even told me before that he wanted to find time to eliminate the scum of the sect. Our Mo family doesn't have the rule of collective punishment, so Mo Zhu isn't too affected, but there are still some people who don't like him. He understands your situation well, though."
Xi Xiangyi might have heard it, or maybe not. But at some point, she looked up at the sky, her big eyes reflecting the clean, directionless clouds: "Why can't I grow up"
You're just slow to grow.
>“Slow to grow, long to live.”
"Yes, you will live long... forever."
"There are seven original puppets, namely the Front Puppet, Spine Snail, Tail Column, Wing Chord, Xuan Gui, Spiritual Pivot, and Limb Teeth. The Master used them to resemble humans." — *The Treatise on Puppets*
(The End)yes and leaped up. Its blood-red mouth gaped wide, swallowing the Underworld Candle in one gulp from behind!The blackness in its eyes had faded, and the black markings on its body were gone. All that...