When he walked out of Ju Zizhou's room, Ying Zheng's mind was a little swollen.

He rubbed his forehead and sighed slightly.

Although he had the purpose of testing his senior brother, Ying Zheng still respected the Mohist rituals he had just come into contact with today.

Because he could roughly understand that lofty and logical idea. Ying Zheng also admired the purity of the Mozhe from the bottom of his heart - that was something he could not do.

However, Ju Zizhou casually dismantled the great thoughts worthy of admiration and clear logic into one piece of the most essential things.

Understand, precise and decisive.

This ability made Ying Zheng fascinated him!

He really wants to have such ability.

But he can't even imitate now!

Just as he heard Ju Zizhou dismantling the Mohist thoughts, he became dizzy.

The natural super memory gives Ying Zheng an extraordinary experience and understanding ability.

But even if his understanding ability and experience are beyond ordinary people, Ying Zheng could not understand Ju Zizhou's current state at all.

In his personal heart, Ying Zheng respects Ju Zizhou as a god.

"The Prince." Xiong Dang stood beside Ying Zheng, but he stopped talking.

Xiong Dang now wants to persuade Ying Zheng to stay away from Ju Zizhou.

Because he now saw that although Ju Zizhou is a person who is harmless and kind to others on the surface, he is a nearly crazy person!

His thoughts are definitely the most terrifying weapon.

But Xiong Dang didn't dare to speak.

Ying Zheng looked back at Xiong Dang, his eyes as cold as Ju Zizhou.

Xiong Qi immediately bowed and bowed.

"What do you want to say?" Ying Zheng asked.

Xiong Qi said nothing.

"I've given you the opportunity. If you don't talk about it now, you won't need to mention it again in the future." Ying Zheng said.

"Thank you, Wangsun." Xiong Dang said.

As night passed, the rain weakened a little in the early morning. After breakfast, Ying Zheng came to the high platform next to the victims' camp to look down at his feet.

He could see that people were coming to the victim camp from all directions.

After coming here, according to the original camp, the strong disaster victims selected to maintain order, they drank a bowl of steaming meat porridge under the guidance of the husband of the strong disaster victims, and then they were organized into a team of ten people and one in one to work with the large army.

More than 2,000 husbands are divided into more than 200 pieces, such as logging, weaving nets, and chiseling stones, and the whole thing is full of enthusiasm.

Ying Zheng looked at it for a while, got off the platform and returned to the study. The Mo family's master was already waiting here.

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"Has Wang Sunzheng just gone to watch the disaster gangsters work?" asked.

Ying Zheng nodded: "Indeed, it is the third day since I started disaster relief. The camp has already had the most basic order, but there is insufficient food. So I asked the husbands among the victims to weave a large net under the guidance of Juzi's disciples to teach them to fish."

"Fishing at this time..." Xun frowned, and his face showed bitterness: "When it rains heavily, fishing in the Wei River is not very safe."

"But there is not enough food!" Ying Zheng looked at the inquiry: "People always have to eat enough, right, giant."

"The prince is indeed kind." Xun Lao Huai was relieved.

Ying Zheng performed this way and had the skills to control these victims without causing any changes. It would be worth it that he was so old that he ordered his disciples to anger the Confucians and then seized the excuse to seriously injure those Confucians.

"It's not benevolence!" Ying Zheng stared at the inquiry seriously: "Although my status as a prince comes from noble blood, the so-called "noble" blood is actually entrusted by these people!"

"Without their benefit to my family, my family will not have the honor of today."

"The people love me and benefit me, so I love the people and benefit the people."

"This is not my kindness, but my duty to them!"

Inquiry was a little surprised.

I have only been talking about the Mohist principles with Ying Zheng for only one day, but Ying Zheng can use the principles with ease!

Such a talent is indeed very human!

Xun nodded, calmed down quickly, and then pounded his head: "What Wang Sun said is very true. I am old and my mind is decaying, and I can't remember Zi Mozi's righteousness!"

Xiong Dang looked at Xun's thick and powerful arms, then looked at Ying Zheng with thin arms and legs, and sighed slightly.

He remembered the words of Queen Huayang last night.

"Zheng'er is now ours. The more treacherous his scheming and the more superhuman his wisdom is, the greater the benefits he will be for me. Isn't this something that should be happy?"

But the queen... the nine-year-old boy is so mentally, we really don’t have the ability to control him in the future!

"Mr. I have a disciple who remembers Zi Mozi's righteousness on his behalf, so why worry about his own decay?" Ying Zheng looked at the inquiry with a ignorant and innocent look: "My senior brother said that human body will always decay and decay, but as long as his spiritual wisdom is passed down, he will never die!"

"Senior Brother? Is it that "Mr. Ju"?" Xun raised his eyebrows, and there was a sense of inquiry on his aging face. He clenched his fist with his left hand, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"My senior brother grew up with me since childhood. He loved me and benefited me with all his heart. For me, he was a brother-in-law!" Ying Zheng smiled: "He respected Zi Mozi very much, and he also learned the principles of Mohist school from his teacher!"

"Senior brother said that if you learn the Mohist principles well, and then you can save the people from natural disasters and save the world from the collapse!"

Xun's clenched left fist slightly opened: "So that's it, Wang Sun's senior brother is a wise man!"

"Senior brother is of course smart!" Ying Zheng smiled: "Senior brother also said that when he was young, he learned the meaning of the scriptures from a Mohist in another country. Now he taught me the method of saving the civil servants, and he also learned from the Mohist scriptures!"

The left fist becomes a palm.

Some surprises were asked.

Ink master!

That "Mr. Ju" is a Messenger?

In an instant, various thoughts flashed through his heart, and he felt relieved: It is no wonder that Wang Sun Zheng could control thousands of victims without using harsh laws and manage their lives in an orderly manner.

It turns out it was my Mohist art!

"So dare I ask Wang Sun, who is your master?"

"Zheng doesn't know!" Ying Zheng shook his head regretfully, and his face showed sadness: "Senior brother said that the family master is no longer alive."

"Have you left your name?" Xun asked with joy.

"No."

Confucian scholars wished to be passed down through the ages, and would not leave their names without leaving their names; famous families even republicate names; farming families declined, and the remnants of branches still farmed in the border areas of Qin; internal struggles among the straitors became directly eliminated; Yin and Yang families made some messy things, but they did not pay attention to practical things...

Those who teach magic and principles without leaving their names are the Taoist sons and the Mo family!

Taoism is either crazy or harsh, but it is not reasonable. It is normal for people to be unreasonable, without leaving their names or changing their names on a whim.

Pure people in the Mohist family will even abandon their names and names.

When asking yourself, you are the one who abandons your surname and follows the principles of righteousness.

"It's probably a pure man who is a man of Mo." Xun sighed sadly: "There are too many people among the Mo who abandoned their names and had righteousness. Lao Xiu was originally from the Cao family and Wei people. At the age of fifteen, he was defeated by the Mo who fought swords by Mo. So he followed the Mo and returned to Qin and abandoned his old names and surnames. It has been forty-one years now!"

"The family teacher... is probably a Mo Master?" Ying Zheng was a little surprised, and then suddenly realized: "So that's it. No wonder my senior brother taught the truth so much that it is so consistent with the Mo family's principles..."

"Wang Sunzheng!" Xun wiped the corners of his wet eyes and asked, "Do you want to learn the Mohist classics from me?"

"Zheng is willing to learn!" Ying Zheng stood up, walked to the inquiry, knelt down, and leaned over to accept the case.

“Great kindness!”
Chapter completed!