Chapter Twelve: Mo Yan Was Leaving

  Two days passed in a hurry, Mo Yan thought that he should also go up the mountain to see how his student was doing.

  "Chop, chop, chop small tree, I chopped down another tree, swing and swing, little axe, we are all good wood."

  Mo Yan's old man had just walked halfway when he heard Zhang Rui singing his own song, this old fellow was so angry that his beard almost turned upside down, this rascal, really knows how to stir up trouble, and still has the heart to sing here.

  Mo Yan walked into the mountains, and it was really laughable and tearful. He saw five wooden men lined up in a row, all of which were modeled after himself, with different expressions, vivid and lifelike.

  Just kidding, Mozi's book says that this is a cheating tool in hand, a small woodworking project, how can it be difficult to turn Zhang Rui around. "Sir, you've come, come and appreciate my work, sir one to five, these five wooden men are all based on you as the prototype, painstakingly crafted with heart and soul. Take a look at this Mr. One, the wrinkles on his face were carved out in 749 minutes. And take a look at this Mr. Two..."

  Looking at Mo Yan's face turning from red to white, and then from white to green, the sexy little mustache twitching with anger. Haha, Shu Ling had already laughed out loud in Zhang Rui's mind, this kid was too bad, and he wasn't one to suffer losses. When Mo Yan played the role of a careless boss, this kid would find ways to retaliate.

  "Alright, Zhang Rui, I have to say, you're incredibly talented and also very lucky. I taught you the basics of numerology for two days, but it seems like you picked it up effortlessly. I even intentionally didn't give you the password, but you somehow managed to figure it out on your own. And finally, I threw you the scroll with the mechanical techniques, but I didn't teach you woodworking, yet you still managed to carve a lifelike replica of me."

  "Kid, your talent is just like that of the great saint Mo Di's disciple, there isn't anyone more excellent than you. You were born to be the successor of my Mo family. In the next two days, I will teach you how to combine parts and components, and how to create mechanisms, so you can see the true wonder of mechanism techniques."

  Mo Yan began to teach Zhang Rui the true art of officialdom, and Zhang Rui also put away his smiling face, studying seriously with Mo Yan. With one willing to teach and the other willing to learn, time flew by naturally.

  By the afternoon, Zhang Rui was able to assemble some small gadgets like clockwork dogs and sleeve crossbows on his own. "Next, I'll teach you how to put your own energy into the mechanism. A good mechanic must be familiar with each of their works, and even more so with every detail inside the mechanism. If you use too little energy, it won't have any effect; if you use too much, the mechanism will break. How to grasp this degree is something you need to slowly come to realize on your own."

  "Come, take your crossbow and shoot at that tree." Zhang Rui listened and shot at the tree. With a loud noise, the sleeve arrow was firmly stuck in the tree. "Look," Mo Yan took the crossbow from Zhang Rui's hand, aimed at the big tree, and quietly ran his breath into the crossbow. Zhang Rui only felt that the sleeve arrow emitted a dark green light, and with a whooshing sound, it pierced through two large trees in succession, firmly stuck in the third tree.

  This power is too strong, the Mohist divine ability combined with the mechanical technique can actually achieve such a powerful effect. No wonder the Mohist school was exterminated by the Great Qin, if they could equip a thousand-man crossbow team, it would be a great killer. However, there are only a hundred Mohist disciples left now, and gathering a thousand people is no different from a fool's dream.

  He told Zhang Rui some precautions, and Mo Yan's old man started to shirk his responsibilities again. But this time he didn't go far, but hid in the dark, observing his own disciple, he was full of curiosity about his only disciple, wondering how he had cultivated himself.

  Zhang Rui was completely unaware of Mo Yan's small movements, and he quietly studied the sleeve crossbow. After pondering for a while, he began to try putting air into the sleeve crossbow, and saw that the sleeve arrow emitted a dark-colored light, getting brighter and brighter. Zhang Rui secretly got excited, thinking to himself that he was truly a genius, succeeding on his first try.

  "With a 'bang' sound, was it successful or not? Mo Yan thought. "o(︶︿︶)o Alas, looks like I'm still a bit off." Zhang Rui thought, looking at the sleeve dart that had shattered on the ground."

  A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step; a river is formed by many small streams. Alas, let's take it slow. Zhang Rui mechanically assembled and test-fired, reassembled and test-fired again. The trees in front were already filled with sleeve arrows, and there were many more broken wooden heads on the ground.

  With a "whoosh", the arrow shot through a large tree and landed steadily on the second one. "Wow, I did it!" Zhang Rui's face was filled with excitement. His hard work had finally paid off, and he had successfully launched his first arrow. With one success comes another, and Zhang Rui continued to assemble and launch more arrows mechanically.

  Mo Yan was delighted to see that his gains at the Yingchuan Academy were not bad, and he was very satisfied. This child has talent, has great luck, and what's even more rare is that he has perseverance. Throughout history, there have been many people like Zhang Rui who had talent and good fortune, but those who achieved greatness are few in number. Why? Because of perseverance.

  Unfortunately, I don't have much time left at this Congjiang Academy, only two short days. I really can't bear to part with these mischievous disciples. However, the Mo Gate is currently not peaceful, and a mysterious force has been secretly stirring recently. The Giant Subhuti will definitely need me to return and take charge.

  Alas! The immortal's prophecy says the world will soon be in great chaos, it's better for our Mo School to stay out of it. Otherwise, more troubles will arise and the legacy of Mo School will be cut off. Thinking of this, Mo Yan turned around and left, but the figure walking down the mountain looked even lonelier, even more desolate.

  Time is always ruthless, just like why wrinkles appear on people's faces and why people are born to grow old and die, why Mo Yan has to leave.

  "Master, is it impossible to stay? If you are willing to stay, I believe Dean Xun Shuang will be very happy." "Young one, the laws of Mo Men are strict and clear. As an elder enforcer, without Master Yu's command, I am not allowed to leave Mo Men privately. Master Yu ordered me to come to the academy to teach for seven days, now that the period is over, naturally I must return."

  "Kid, the world is about to be in chaos. News has been passed back from within the gates that a mysterious force has recently begun to stir, and it's likely another bloody storm is brewing. Try not to get involved, I don't want my Mo Yan's successor to die young and cut off the inheritance of the Mo Gate."

  Mo Yan took out the dragon's feather wings and stroked them repeatedly. "These dragon feather wings were given to me by my master many years ago, and have been with me for over 40 years. Today, I'm giving them to you as a gift, hoping that you can make a big splash in this world. And this scroll, it explains the profound mechanisms of the Mo School, keep it for yourself to study. Take care, young Zhang Rui."

  Mo Yan finished speaking, and another mechanical wing appeared. He rode the wing and flew away. Zhang Rui watched Mo Yan leave until he became a small black dot. Is this world really going to change?