Chapter 8: No Awareness of Awakening?

  It's been ten days since Zhang Rui arrived at Yingchuan Academy, and the Xun brothers had set out on their journey to Luoyang several days ago.

  On that eve, the five of them gathered together again, drinking and chatting. The life in the academy was still very wonderful, giving Zhang Rui a feeling of being in college.

  The only thing that makes Zhang Rui unhappy is perhaps Xun Shuang's old man telling himself that he may not be able to awaken his own abilities in this life.

  In this world, anyone born will emit their own unique aura. Confucian, Military, Yin-Yang, Strategist, Mohist or Martial aura.

  Xun Shuang couldn't sense any aura from Zhang Rui's body, which means that from now on, Zhang Rui can only be an ordinary person.

  These kinds of people were also everywhere after the Hundred Schools of Thought contended with each other during the Warring States period, but generally they were ordinary people, ordinary sons and daughters of aristocratic families, who could inherit some abilities from their ancestors. This is also why the world was ruled by aristocratic families for several hundred years.

  As a descendant of Zhang Liang, the Marquis of Liu, and with Zhang Liang being a great deity in the art of war, he couldn't even awaken his skills in the art of war, which made Zhang Rui feel distressed for several days.

  Guo Jia and Xi Zhi also felt sorry for Zhang Rui. As a poor scholar, they were undoubtedly lucky, and few poor scholars could realize their own abilities.

  This world really attaches great importance to family background. Why can't so many poor families' children hold their heads up? To put it bluntly, it's still about ability; they themselves are not strong enough.

  The law of the jungle still prevails in this world, but for Zhang Rui from the 21st century, it only made him sad for a few days. Heaven will not cut off all ways of retreat, is it that heaven brought me, Zhang Rui, to this world just to let me live an ordinary life?

  Although I may not be able to awaken the military, I have knowledge from the 21st century that is ahead of this world by thousands of years. Zhang Rui doesn't believe it, even if he doesn't have this ability, he can't mix up his own style.

  Life has to go on, a living person can't be peed to death!

  "I heard that a new lecturer has arrived at the college today? Apparently, his name is Mo Yan, and he's supposed to teach about mechanisms and tactics. Let's go take a look."

  Zhang Rui also wanted to take a look, but Guo Jia and Xi Zhi obviously wouldn't go. They had already awakened to the military and legal schools respectively. They still needed to study their own schools of thought and were not interested in learning other things.

  Zhang Rui said goodbye to the two brothers and headed towards the Mohist classroom. The Mohist classroom was not large, with about twenty mats on the floor, which could only accommodate twenty or so people. On the platform in front of the hall, a desk had been placed, which served as Mo Bian's lectern.

  Zhang Rui came in when the couch was already full of people, and several students were standing in the back row. Since Qin Shi Huang took power, he has been killing Mozi's successors on a large scale, causing the art of mechanisms to almost be lost. The descendants of Mozi have been hiding their names and identities, and are rarely active.

  In this century, although many people have awakened to the Mo family's divine power, the Mo family's divine power can only be exerted in conjunction with the Mo family's mechanical skills. Otherwise, it is no different from ordinary people. Moreover, even without the Mo family's divine power, the Mo family's mechanical skills can still be exerted, which makes the Mo family seem even more mysterious.

  Unexpectedly, this mysterious Mohist mechanism attracted so many people. Zhang Rui had no choice but to stand in the back row and wait for Mo Bian's arrival.

  Not long after, an old man came in from the front door. He was about 1.65 meters tall, very thin, with a slightly curved waist, wearing a worn-out sweater that seemed to have not been washed for many days.

  "Hello everyone, I'm Mo Yan. This week, I'll be your instructor. As for how much you can learn this week, that depends on your comprehension. Alright, let's get started."

  Mo Yan's speech was rapid, starting from the history of the Mo family, such as the great saint Mozi, the main purpose of the Mo family through the ages, and the non-aggressive spirit advocated by the Mo family.

  The dull history lesson made the students drowsy, and Mo Yan's old-fashioned and uninteresting teaching style was similar to a tape recorder, causing the students to lose interest in him.

  Zhang Rui was listening with great interest, probably because he thought this old man was so lovely (pitifully unloved).

  The whole morning passed, and Mo Yan didn't mention anything about the art of magic, which greatly disappointed the students. By the afternoon, there were no longer people standing in the back row, and Zhang Rui finally had a seat.

  In the afternoon, Old Man Mo finally got to the subject of mechanisms. No wonder there are so few descendants of the Mohist school - this mechanism is clearly just math and physics classes in later generations! In this era, how many people can bear it? Before long, a large group of students fell asleep again, and only a handful of people were left to hold on.

  Most of the people present just quickly jotted down what Mo Yan said, with puzzled expressions, scratching their heads and guessing that they didn't understand much either. Zhang Rui was still listening with relish, for a high school student like Zhang Rui, this kind of junior high school-level course was really too simple.

  In his previous life, Zhang Rui was like most children, forced by his parents to run around with a full schedule of extracurricular classes every day. Zhang Rui had already become accustomed to all sorts of theorems and laws, and had cultivated strong resistance to pressure and the ability to absorb new knowledge.

  Old Mo Yan, without considering anyone's feelings at all, continued to speak in a rigid tone about his own things. In fact, he was also secretly observing the students.

  The Mohist school has not had an easy time in recent years. Since the Qin dynasty, the Mohist school has been targeted by the imperial court everywhere, resulting in its eventual disappearance and minimal activity. The Mohist disciples can only operate secretly and must be constantly on guard against the imperial court's informants.

  The Mohist successors are getting fewer and fewer, the Mohist discipline is strict, and the entry threshold is extremely high. The personnel cannot be effectively supplemented, and the Mohist organ technique is indeed profound and difficult to understand. Many people who have awakened their spiritual powers simply cannot learn it. In recent years, there are only a few dozen Mohists left.

  In those years, the Mo family owed a favor to the Xun family master, so when the Mo family received an invitation from Xun Shuang, they agreed to come to Yingchuan College to teach for seven days, which was also a return of the favor to the Xun family, and took the opportunity to see if there were any Yingchuan scholars who could inherit the Mohist art.

  As expected, in the morning, about 7 or 8 students left. Judging from this afternoon's situation, I estimate that more than half of them will leave tomorrow. However, there are still a few students who insist on staying. Especially that student who was shaking his head (Zhang Rui, his expression during class was indeed not very good), he listened with great interest.

  What's the future of the Mo family? Is it really going to be destroyed in our generation with this inherited technique?

  Sigh... I'll just observe for two more days and see how many students there are, then make a decision. Hopefully, I can gain something within these few days.