Chapter 8 Jixia Academy
Master Xiang knew very well what kind of changes Yu's idea would bring to martial arts. Not all martial artists were veterans who could calculate their situation based on their experience in just a few moments and then choose the best opportunity to attack.
Once this idea is promoted among Mohist disciples, coupled with Jin Yao's unique symbols and calculation methods, Mohist disciples will be able to minimize casualties when defending against enemies in the future.
These calculation methods are not only applicable to martial arts. The one that benefits the most is the Mohist mechanical arts, because mechanical arts involve the most calculations.
"Originally I thought that our Mo Bian lineage would be integrated into the other two lines, becoming a vassal and losing our dominance. But now ..." Master Xiang smiled, and he was very happy.
This method of calculation must be mastered by the Mo Bian lineage. If the other two lineages want to learn it, they must send their elite disciples to the Mo Bian lineage to become its disciples.
And this method of operation will, must become the core of the Mo Bian lineage. Whoever dares to reach out will die. Do you really think that you can't pull out the knife because you are old?
"Teacher, your laugh is a little scary!" Jin Yao looked at Mr. Xiang who was grinning foolishly and couldn't close his mouth, and felt a chill and spoke weakly.
"Hehe, good disciple, from today on, you are the head of my Mo Bian lineage!" Master Xiang stopped laughing, but the corners of his mouth were still grinning to his ears, and he couldn't hide his joy.
"Teacher, I'm only twelve years old!" Jin Yao looked at his teacher speechlessly. Who can become the head of a family at the age of twelve? He is not a king of other countries, and he can succeed to the throne at a young age.
"My teacher is here, so erase these things. Don't let outsiders see them, and don't teach them to anyone other than me, Mo Bian!" Master Xiang waved his hand, and a powerful internal force swept over, shaving off a layer of the bluestone slab.
Really, nothing is left!
Master Xiang also thought very clearly, who knows if anyone can restore the original shape through the handwriting on the ground, so, I even shaved three points off the bluestone slab, and I can forget about the three points into the wood.
"Let's go, we'll go to the Jixia Academy to watch the ceremony!" After Master Xiang finished everything, he checked carefully and confirmed that there was no problem. Then he took Jin Yao's hand and walked out of the secret realm. He also threw two mechanical beasts outside the secret realm for alert.
Jin Yao looked at a mechanical beast shaped like a local dog and a mechanical beast shaped like a hummingbird, and he envied them so much!
"These things were sent by Xianglizi's clan. You can have as many as you want, and they will all be yours in the future!" Xiang Fuzi saw Jin Yao's envy and made big promises with a smile.
Jin Yao nodded decisively. It would be useless for him to get it now. He had never learned the art of mechanical engineering, so he would not be able to use it even if he got it.
The gate of Mobian Mountain was not far from the Jixia Academy, but Master Xiang still took Jin Yao to a restaurant called Youjian Inn .
"Greetings, Commander. Please follow me!" As soon as he entered the restaurant, a young man came forward to greet him. He then looked at Jin Yao curiously, his eyes stopped on the long sword in Jin Yao's hand. He was slightly startled and spoke again: "Young master, please follow Cook Ding."
Jin Yao looked at the young man in surprise, and then looked at Mr. Xiang. This young man was actually the young Po Ding. He didn't look like the greasy, pot-bellied middle-aged man at all. Instead, he was very thin.
"Pao Ding, the protector and chef of the Mo Bian lineage, is also extremely skilled in butchering beef!" Mr. Xiang introduced.
"However, the previous generation of chef Ding passed away, and he had not yet grown up, so he opened this inn in Linzi, and he gathered information for us while practicing."
"Hello, senior brother!" Jin Yao also bowed humbly.
Cook Ding touched his head uncomfortably and said repeatedly that he dared not accept the young lady's gift.
"The Mohist School doesn't have so many etiquettes, don't learn from the Confucianists!" Master Xiang patted Jin Yao's head. The Mohist School didn't care about so many etiquettes, they just smiled when they met and clasped their hands when they parted.
"The Confucian scholar clothing that the commander requested is ready." In the side room in the backyard, Cook Ding took out a green Confucian clothing and handed it to Jin Yao. He knew that the Prime Minister had asked him to prepare this set for Jin Yao.
Jin Yao was a little confused. Wasn't he going to watch a ceremony? Why didn't he wear the Mohist robes but the Confucian robes instead?
"There will definitely be a fight in the next few days. I have to go to support Xun Kuang and may not be able to take care of you then. So you should blend in among the Confucianists and keep a low profile. No one will bother you!" Xiang Fuzi explained.
"Oh!" Jin Yao finally understood, but he was also very curious. Didn't he say before that he would not go? Now he is going again. He wondered what price Master Xun paid to invite the teacher.
"If necessary, the Xunkuang family will protect you once!" Master Xiang knew what Jin Yao was thinking and directly stated the benefits that he would gain from this move.
Jin Yao's heart trembled and he was a little moved. His enemies were the State of Wei, the King of Wei and Lord Xinling. His teacher didn't say anything, but prepared a way out for him. If he were to confront the State of Wei in the future and his life was in danger, the Confucian Xunzi would have to come forward to protect him.
"You know that there are not many Lingxu in Mo Bian's hands, and there are many imitations. There is no need to hide it. There are many Confucian disciples who have fake Lingxu, so you don't have to hide it!" Seeing Jin Yao wrapping Lingxu with cloth, Pao Ding spoke up to dispel his idea.
"Is it possible?" Jin Yao was a little surprised.
"Naturally, whether it is the red-blooded heart or the humble and modest heart, Ling Xu is in line with the Confucian mentality, so young disciples also want to get it to show that they are extraordinary talents!" Xiang Fuzi explained with a smile, and added, "The most important thing is that Ling Xu is very expensive. Each of the eighteen Beihai red-blooded hearts is priceless, and Confucian disciples happen to have no shortage of money."
Jin Yao became even more envious, thinking about how he would have to earn all the money for traveling by himself, as his master would not give him a penny. This was also required by the Mohist doctrine, that one must do everything personally, and a day without work means a day without food.
"Pao Ding, you take him to the Jixia Academy. I will go directly to see Xun Kuang!" After giving instructions, the master left alone.
Jin Yao and Pao Ding could also understand that as a prime minister, he was naturally a guest of honor and had a seat at a table when watching the ceremony in the Jixia Academy.
The situation is not necessarily the case for them. Even many Confucian disciples have to stand outside the Discussion Hall and listen. It is not easy to get in.
"There is an inn that provides food for the Jixia Academy. For such a grand event, there will be no shortage of delicacies on the table, so you can sneak in by following me!" Pao Ding explained with a smile as he looked at Jin Yao who was struggling on how to sneak into the debate stage of the Jixia Academy.
Jin Yao breathed a sigh of relief. Before he entered the Jixia Academy, he could see that the outside of the academy was crowded with scholars from various schools of thought, the largest number of whom were Confucian scholars. Fortunately, Pao Ding had made arrangements, otherwise he didn't think he could squeeze in among this group of scholars.
