It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

How can the withered flowers and dying red plum blossoms still stand proudly on the branches?

While Xu Zhi and Mo Qi were talking about the future, Li Xian looked back at his previous life.

All kinds of faults, sins, mistakes, and regrets gathered together, swaying on the river and flowing before our eyes. It was like a whirlpool on the surface of the East China Sea, constantly teaching people to look back at their fall.

——This is a known ending. Even after changing the trajectory, there is still predetermined despair.

Mo Qi has been telling him this for ten years.

In the silence, you can hear the rustling of leaves on the nearby peaks, and in the depths of the valley, if you walk wisely, you can hear the sounds of different mountains.

Among all the schools of thought, the Mohist School is the most ingenious, and there are always mechanisms on the mountains.

Li Si's scroll was also being sent to Zitonglin at the fastest speed.

During this meeting, Xu Zhi brought a much greater shock to Mo Qi than he did to her.

Mo Qi originally thought that it would be easy to deal with this "newly arrived" little princess, using examples like "I have eaten more salt than you have eaten rice" and "I have crossed more bridges than you have walked" to make her give up.

But she didn't expect that after she had seen his secret room and visited all the ingenious instruments that he had accumulated through several lifetimes of experience, she was surprised but did not feel that this was already the "extreme" that could be changed by external scientific forces.

So at this time, besides Xu Zhi, Mo Qi also needed to digest the information.

Xu Zhi saw that this secret room was filled with Taoist artifacts.

In addition, Li Xian told her that he knew Mo Qi in his previous life when Ying Zheng shot a dragon at sea, which was more than ten years ago.

Mo Qi held the Taoist whisk, but suffered the reincarnation of Buddha. The worldly affairs persuaded him to forget the Confucian idea of ​​self-cultivation, governance and serving the country.

The appearance of Ying Hehua pulled at his thoughts.

The huge tearing sensation split him into three parts.

Mo Qi smiled solemnly, "Since the princess has already adhered to the great principles of Confucianism, she knows not to force anything on me in the world."

"Mr. Mo, are you going to talk about the three lives of cause and effect and the six paths of reincarnation? Or are you going to be immortal and ascend to heaven, with eyes on all the worlds?" Xu Zhi asked.

"Princess, you don't know what I have seen."

As Mo Qi spoke, his eyes fell on the wine jug on the corner of the table, "Can I drink it?"

Xu Zhi raised his hand, "Please do as you please, sir."

Mo Qi pulled out the stopper himself and took a look at Li Xian - he was wearing a black robe and a tall hat, with a sword at his side, just like the first time they met on Ying Zheng's ship.

Perhaps it was after he finished reciting the Russian Ode to Freedom that he felt sad when he saw Li Xian again.

Mo Qi didn't feel that Ying Hehua had much in common with him. Instead, he felt a sense of mutual respect for Li Xian.

They are all people who are reborn with endless dust from the past, burdened with pain and blood.

He looked at him and slowly poured a bowl of wine. "Last time, did I tell you too late?"

"It's not too late." Li Xian replied.

Mo Qi smiled, thinking that Li Xian was trying to comfort him, and waved his hand.

Li Xian nodded. Only in front of Mo Qi did he truly act like a young man. "If it weren't for your advice, I wouldn't know what I wanted before I died."

Mo Qi burst out laughing.

His stubble was trembling as he drank another bowl of Qin wine. A few strands of his gray hair fell down when he suddenly stood up to get something from the cabinet behind him. He raised his cup and sighed.

"Everything is given to a thousand cups. Let the wine foam be white, the eyes be dizzy, and the candle flame be red."

"Last night, the frosty wind first entered the Chinese parasol tree. There was nowhere to hide from the sad face. When I asked him what was going on, he said nothing and wrote in the air. He was drunk, sick, and lazy again."

He finished his poem, feeling depressed and frustrated, and sad.

Although it is not Qu Yuan's lyrics, the meaning of the poem is similar.

Mo Qi has been gone for too long, and his years have been wasted. Mo Qi is not the only one who has been gone for too long, Li Xian also understands.

He didn't know if Xu Zhi could understand.

From the words Wei Jiu could write to praise Su Zi, it can be seen that Mo Qi himself liked Su Shi very much.

The poem he wrote, Xingxiangzi, is one of the few extremely sad works of Su Shi. The three words "drunk, sick, and lazy" have already expressed the author's complete despair about society and human affairs.

Su Shi later sighed that time was passing by and Mo Qi disappeared. At this moment, he could not even dispel Su Shi's magnanimity.

After Xu Zhi's long silence.

She placed the silk book with pictures of cars on the table, then turned her head and called Li Xian. "Let's say goodbye, sir."

After a few steps, he arrived at the door.

The vicissitudes of life voice was silent.

"In a world without Buddha, how can we pray for equality among all living beings?"

The "Buddha" that Mo Qi mentioned is not a general term for religion, but a synonym for democracy.

If you think about it carefully, the spirit of the unity of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism that was discussed in the pre-Qin period is really fantastic.

Xu Zhi stood still, "Buddha said that karma is created in seven lifetimes. If you wish, the past is the past."

Mo Qi smiled drunkenly, pointing at those objects, "It's useless even if you know these. I have walked the old road six times, and each time I felt different despair. The road ahead is completely dark."

She looked at the old man with gray hair and a wrinkled face, and behind him was Sun Yat-sen's motto.

At this moment, she saw another possibility to tell.

Xu Zhi smiled and said, "You don't have to believe in us, you have to believe in yourself."

Mo Qi had already explained all the reasons. But she and he still didn't listen, and he had no other choice.

“We’re not going to win.”

"Sir." Xu Zhi stopped and said, "If my grandfather were still alive, I would definitely tell him that darkness is not endless."

Mo Qi thought she was talking about Ying Hehua’s grandfather, Ying Yiren.

Ying Yiren. Thinking of this name from twenty years ago, Mo Qi felt melancholy for a moment.

When they first met, he was brought to him by Lu Buwei.

At that time, Ying Yiren was still known as Zichu. He had just been sent back to Qin by Lü Buwei, and the one sitting on the throne was still the old King of Qin - King Zhaoxiang of Qin, Ying Ji.

If it weren't for Lu Buwei's secret manipulation of Lady Huayang, his father, the Crown Prince An Guojun, would have no idea who he was.

Lu Buwei found him.

He insisted on borrowing him from Mozi's school, and he said to him: "Buwei, I don't want my pearl to be covered in dust. Come on, little brother, come with me to Qin State, and we will make great achievements together!"

Mo Qi was still called Mo San at that time, and just as the name suggested, that was the time of his third reincarnation.

If Ying Yiren and Lu Buwei could be considered king and minister, there was no doubt about it.

Ying Yiren and he could be considered soulmates.

When Yiren became king, Lu Buwei formally recommended him to Yiren.

The newly appointed King of Qin was shocked when he saw so many tricks.

He sighed and said, "These are truly incomparable! I should make you my senior minister."

A few years later, Cai Ze found some evidence against Mo Qi from somewhere.

——"The picture of Bai Qi was drawn by you, sir."

King Qin was furious.

Then, Ziya Peak became his prison cell.

At this moment, what is left for Mo Qi is another mystery.

As Lu Shizhi was walking towards the attic, not far away he saw a woman in a green robe with long hair like a waterfall.

She stood on a huge gray stone above a gurgling spring.

The sunlight reflected from the glass star lamp made her look like a fairy in the mountains. She seemed to often appear in dreams, and there was a hazy sense of familiarity.

Before Lu Shizhi could take a second look, he felt a chill on his neck.

"Who are you?" "Why are you so sneaky?"

"I, girl, girl, don't slip your hand," Lu Shizhi immediately raised his hand, his eyes fixed on the blade. He took a step back gently, cleverly resolving the naked threat.

When Ah Zhi saw him hiding, he flew away with his sword without saying a word.

Lu Shizhi dodged several of Azhi's moves with his bare hands.

"You know martial arts but you're pretending to be scared?"

Ah Zhi frowned and stared at the sword hanging on his waist that had not been unsheathed for a long time. When she was in Shu, she often followed Huai Qing to do business. In addition to general knowledge and literature, she was also good at martial arts. She saw that this man's moves were sharp, and he took over to fight with her, but he didn't fight back frequently.

He was only twenty years old, and the Taoist robe he wore did not give him any extra solemnity. Instead, his handsome face gave him a sense of carefreeness.

Lu Shizhi thought he was 90% free and easy.

"You still don't draw your sword!?"

The weapon on his waist was not a sword, but a mechanical umbrella.

"I have no ill intentions. I was just rude to see the girl as if she were in a painting."

Azhi was already two hundred times more alert.

"I will tie you up and take you to see His Highness."