The first thousand seven hundred and seventy-six chapters of non-attack and love

Xuanyuan did not understand the mood of Mo Ming, but now is not the time to fight for this tone, and many things have not yet been understood, there is no need to act recklessly.

At this moment, the human race is in dire straits. The factional dispute between the Mohists has become insignificant. What is more important is that the foundation of the entire family is vital, so Mo Ming has also endured it. He always feels that he also loves There is nothing wrong with non-attack.

Against the war, if the people of the world can have a heart of love, naturally there will not be so many people and displaced people. This is a kind of love and love, and certainly not everyone can understand.

The mountain gate opens and the Suzaku falls.

Countless disciples of the disciples looked at Xuanyuan and his party, and they looked confused.

"It turns out that if the average person breaks through the four lines of defense, he will think that the outside is the place where the device is located, so the outside looks like the place where the house is inhabited, but it is actually the fifth line of defense." Xuanyuan saw the scene inside the Zongshan Gate. It is totally different from the outside, and I understand it in an instant.

"Yes, if they start the attack, if they fall into it, they will fall into a more terrible trap, and within it, there are five lines of defense, even if they break the fifth line of defense outside, I haven't finished it yet." Mo Tong laughed.

I heard Xuanyuan and others twitching in the corners of my mouth, and my eyes leaped wildly. I didn’t think that the sects were in the place where I lived, and I had to put on five lines of defense. This is really terrible. The Mohist defense is the best in the world, and it deserves it. .

The palaces are majestic, dense and sturdy, and each has its own functions.

Just when Xuanyuan’s group of people jumped down Suzaku, there was an old man dressed in a ragged, mad, as if he had not bathed for hundreds of years. Everyone could see hundreds of scorpions jumping on him. .

Looking at Xuanyuan, he smirked and motionless.

The child was kind and asked: "What happened to this old gentleman."

"He, it's crazy, it's crazy all day, you don't care about him." Mo Tong looked at the ink mad, some helpless.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"It turned out to be like this, ink-scarred predecessors, do you want to eat something?" Yuan Er came to the ink mad body, smile warm.

"Ah..." The ink madness sipped out.

Yuan Er took out a few cents and gave him a madness. When he took it, he ate it and ate it quickly.

"Do you not give him anything to eat?" Yuan Er looked at the ink boy.

"Don't underestimate the madness. He is also a cultivator. He will easily be starved to death." Mo Tong touched his nose. Obviously, this is crazy. Everyone is not very much seen on weekdays. Mainly he is crazy and not Bathing, very lonely, wandering around in the apparatus all day.

However, it is very strange that all the organs are incapable of madness, and he will not trigger any organs, so they will not be in control, as long as they are not dead.

"Oh, really poor, Xuanyuan, you will take a shower for him." Yuan Er looked at Xuanyuan.

"Yeah." Xuanyuan nodded, and a fingerdrop popped out of the fingertips. He hit the body of the ink mad, and saw the dirt on the ink mad body. The flea was swept away, the knotted hair was scattered, black and dark, and again. There was no such messy appearance, a clean waterdrop became black and lacquered, and his thoughts moved, and the water droplets shattered into pieces.

Seeing the madness of the ink, Mo Ming and Mo Tong could not help but be shocked.

"How could this be."

"What's wrong." Xuanyuan doubts.

"It looks like a teacher, and I don't know if Xiaofeng has gone to ‘Hengmeng origins...'” Mo Ming muttered to himself.

"It is indeed the same as the ancestors of the ancestors." For the ancestors of the ancestors, they all worshipped and worshipped, and it is no stranger to them. However, over the years, everyone has been practicing with their heart. Where can I have a mind to pay attention to a madman who does not take a bath, and I won’t even look at it even if I don’t even look at it.

"You said your uncle, who is the little wind." At the side of Mo Tong, a man emerged, young and handsome, two swords and eyebrows, the stars are fierce, the goats are kept, the body is tall and tall, and the power is extraordinary. .

"Well, my father left a portrait in the past, but he painted it by himself. He said that although my uncle is not the same as his thoughts, he is still a rare genius in our Mohist family. However, his heart is not bad, so that our children and grandchildren must also be worshipped." When the voice fell, Mo Ming took out a painting, the people in the painting were vivid, and they wanted to come out, flowing with mysterious rhyme.

The eyebrows of the people in the painting are fierce, holding the ink sword, and Mo Ming pointed at the painting and said: "My father said that the sword in the painting is the first sword that my uncle has produced, and the two brothers and sisters. It took a lot of effort, and it took only ten years to grind out this sword. It was the thing that Shi Shu’s life would carry around. As for Xiaofeng, it was the son of my uncle. We played together when we were young, and now we may be It is already in the 'Hong Meng origin'."

"..." Mo Tong and the young man glanced at each other and paused. The young man said: "The ancestors said that the great ancestors were very kind and kind, and the people in the world were sinister and could not be treated together. Although the two have different opinions on the road of cultivation, the feelings of the two people have always been the same."

"I have something unclear. Why did the Central China Mohist school be destroyed? The ancestors did not help each other. With the means of the sect, I believe that if the helper is given, the Mohist family should still be able to survive." This is the heart of Mo Ming. The biggest doubt is also the biggest knot between the Mohist and the Emperor.

"This thing, let me know." Mo Tong came out, this time they also know that the blood of the great ancestors came to see the strength of Mo Ming, on the one hand, do not understand, When the Mohist family went out, did he have a heart for the Emperor?

"In the Middle Ages, the group of emperors began to rise. This is an era of great human race. The Mohist masters the means of building defense, the law of the organs, and is favored by all major forces. In this way, the Mohist family has become the eye of some ambitions. In the middle ages, many ambitious big forces joined forces to attack the Mohist family, and the Mohist family was removed from the name." Mo Tong sighed.

"Is the enemy too strong?" Mo Ming's eyes seem to have looked far away and fell into deep thought.

"As you said, if the ancestors gave a helping hand, the Mohist family survived so far. There is no doubt that when the ancestors opened the sect, it was to become the dark sword of the Mohist family and to slaughter all those who want to be unfavorable to the Mohist family. On the ten-year-old ink sword that he refines, he left a mark. As long as the Mohist family is in trouble, the singer will arrive. However, when the Mohist’s leader, the enemy join forces to attack, too Strong, don't want to be connected with the sect, it will be supported by one person alone. Before dying, there is still a thought left. Let us not look for troubles. When is the time to report, don't easily set off disputes. The suffering will only be the major forces. The people of Limin are to observe the legacy of the ancestors, non-attack and love." The appearance of Mo Tong has a deep helplessness.

"So, I understand." Mo Ming’s voice trembled and did not say much. However, he did not question non-attack and love.

"The Mohist family has gone out of the way, and the lord of my ancestors is mad, but after killing the three culprit who jointly attacked the Mohist family, there is no connection between the sect and the outside world. It is a hidden young man." Heavy and powerful: "So he will set such a password, stick to the rules, and love the world. If they can be ordered in the first time, we will be able to arrive, not to kill the door in the world, hope that the small ancestors do not want See you."

Mo Ming waved his hand and looked indifferent. He said: "I can see what I am blaming, and love and attack. In the end, it is right or wrong. There is no absolute answer. The instrument is also the blood of my Mohist family. No matter what the name is, the body. The rogues are all the blood of the Mohist family. As long as they don’t do evil things, they are the good sons of the Moh family. My father taught me that being the head of the Mohist family is the head of the family. What is the head of the family is to have an inclusive mind. Anyone in the family, the will is against you, you can not suppress, as long as you do not do evil, let it develop, this is also for the Mo family to open branches, saying that the uncle is a best example, said the uncle's character, The more you provoke him, the more he will prove it to you, the result is getting stronger and stronger, and he feels gratified in his heart."

When Mo Ming’s words came out, the mad eyes had an unprecedented clarity, not like a mad man. He suddenly squatted in front of Mo Ming: “I have seen my brother...”

Mo Ming stunned and looked at the ink madness, and his heart stunned: "Are you a small wind."

"Master, I did not expect that our brothers and sisters will meet again. It will be such a scene. My father said that when he said that Master Bo is a hard-nosed person, although he kept saying that he was going to be driven out of the Mohist, but it has always been In the secret help, for the device to find such a treasure, is to hope that the Mohist left a blood, even if the main family is born, there are branches ... "Ink is not crazy at this moment, the word is firm.

At this moment, from the darkness, an elder was out, his hair was black and white, and the boy and the young man saw a lot of salute: "I have seen the sovereign."

"This is the blood of the ancestors, the ink wind, like today's turmoil, I released him from the seal, did not tell you, but also his inspiration. From today, the patriarch is taken over by the ink wind. The sect of the sect of the sect of the sect, the sound of the lord, resounded throughout the apparatus.

Countless people are chilling in the heart, and no one has ever thought that this crazy man will actually be the blood of his ancestors.

These days, no less teasing him, many people sweating, feeling a big head, is simply a pit person, who would think of a madman, will suddenly become the owner of the entire device.