Chapter 105: Discuss something with the old man

A man in a black and white short-sleeved shirt led by four men with short-faced black short-sleeved costumes. Five of them walked on the corridor. This was after Duan Murong and Xue Nu gave orders. Somewhere on the way to the handle.
On the opposite side of the cloister, there were several men wearing gorgeous aristocratic dresses with long sleeves and long sleeves. They carried their hands on their backs, and they stood tall, with an arrogant look, and their eyes moved with the four people, especially on the little piggyback on their left arms.
"Looking at the delicate structure of the Qin military crossbow, I'm afraid its power is only strong." One of the men whispered to the person beside him. He had a sword hanging from his waist, and his left hand was holding the sword handle habitually. This undoubtedly told others that he was born in a military.
The man on his side is 40 years old and has a goat-like black beard under his jaw. At this time, while stroking his beard, he nodded slowly.
"General Zhao, in your opinion, would that be the weapon designed by the Mohists for them?" he asked.
"I don't think anyone except the Mohists and public losers can come up with designs." The military general said with a little meditation, shaking his head and said: "And the public losers rely on the Qin Kingdom, will not help the weak state of Chu."
He was cautious in his words, and did not directly say that the Mo family designed the handcuffs for the Xiang clan. But he expressed this level of judgment, and the conclusion waited for the middle-aged man to make his own decision. This time Zhao Guo came to participate in the anti-Qin conference, led by this middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man pondered for a long time, and finally seemed to make a decision, "General Zhao, follow me, hey, this is a coincidence."
General Zhao listened to the middle-aged man's half-talk, and followed his eyes with doubt as he looked over. I saw that on the opposite corridor, a person came out with a short pier, with big sleeves, white hair, white eyebrows, and white beards, with a crown on top, wearing a khaki and brown halves of the right base, which is the Mojia class Master General Zhao understood the meaning of a middle-aged man.
There may be a lot of people who can design institutions at the Mo School. The master of the class is undoubtedly the best. If you can please him, I am afraid that it is also possible to design a terrible institutional beast that surpasses the losers.
In this corridor, all the nobles from the Six Kingdoms came to participate in the anti-Qin great cause. What General Zhao and middle-aged men can think of, they can also think of it. Seeing that the unconscious master class is going to be next to the crowd, this originally irrelevant atmosphere, because the relationship of competition has become tense.
They come from different countries, and even once were hostile. Even if the country is no longer there, how can it be so easy for them to coexist peacefully.
Finally, the person closest to Master Class had a tendency to ask for salute, and the other person behind him shouted:
"Master Class!"
The man who was about to ask for salute froze in half, and the man who shouted hurriedly walked past him to meet each other, and he could see an angry face and a proud face.
The old man of the class stopped for unknown reasons. After looking at the man, he must have seen it, but he couldn't remember it. In fact, he had driven the engine Suzaku a few days ago and had taken this man into the city of the institution.
"In the next Wei Pang Tong, the master was asked to borrow a step to speak." He bowed slightly.
The old man saw that he had a good attitude, as he walked a few steps towards the flat ground. The man quickly praised the Xiang's family's crossbows for catching up with Qin Jun, and the designer's mind was so good.
At first he confessed the old man in a class, but then his face became more and more ugly, and he interrupted him with his beard glaring.
"What's so good about it? If it were designed by my family, I wouldn't." It was because he awakened in time and stopped the following words.
However, Wei Guopang Tong had misunderstood, thinking that the old man was not convinced. So, he instead praised the old man of the class, saying what is ‘Master’s words, you can certainly design the gods who have no one before and no one after’.
The old man was relieved by hearing it. Seeing that, the man quickly expressed his idea of ​​asking him to design a weapon.
The old man had no room for consideration, and he denied it at once, "My Mo family will not design an attack weapon for war."
His voice was not concealed, so that not only did Pang Tong listen for a moment, but others looked at each other.
auzw.com "However, that crossbow" Pang Tong asked unwillingly.
Halfway through his words, he was interrupted by the class old man, "That was designed by some stink boy who stole my Mojia technology." He hummed past the man, "My Mojia wouldn't make that kind Poor crossbow." While walking, he muttered so much, ignoring the retention of Pang Tong and others.
After turning around and turning away from those people, the old man still kept talking and talking.
"Old man, who made you angry like this?"
The voice of the teenager suddenly came from behind, distorting the entire face of the old man for a moment. He wiped it with his hand for a while, and at the same time warned himself to be "not angry", then turned his face unnaturally with a smile.
"Where did you see that I was angry?" He pointed to his ugly expression.
"I think you are angry everywhere." Jingyu smiled unscrupulously, walked over to him, and patted him on the shoulder, "Speak, who bullied you, I will avenge you"
"Then, as long as I use a small mechanical technique to reward you, right?" The old man of the class clapped his hand, took his words, and murmured again in his heart, ‘You stinky me. ’
"Looking at what you said, wouldn't I just ask for that?" Jingyu gave him a big eye, "Our Xiang family and your Mo family are allies, and it is appropriate to help you."
"Then, I should help you, too, right?" The old man was still not fooled, and took another sentence without expression, a pair of small eyes full of gloom.
"Uh" can't stand his expression, Jingyu doesn't joke, "Don't say this anymore, I have something to do with you. People come and go here, there may be ears next to the wall, we change places." He first walked forward, a few He stopped and looked at the old man, "What are you still standing there for?"
The old man looked suspicious and vigilant, "Is this really the right thing?"
Jingyu smiled, "You can do it if you don't come. I won't care if something happens in the city."
He left on his own, and the old man hesitated a few times, sighing and keeping up
Soon afterwards, in a stone room, "What?" came the exclaimed old classmate, "How can that be changed? And, how can it be changed?"
"Hush you a little quieter!" Jingyu put his finger down his lips. "Isn't there any help for you?"
"I just don't want you to cough, let you see it." The old man mumbled.
"I don't care." Jingyu looked at him with a smile. "It's easier to not do it."
He said, as Zuoqi stood up and walked to the door, the old man behind him finally stopped him.
Somewhere in the valley fifty miles away from the government city, two huge Mojia Siling beasts squatted to the ground. Above one of them stood a white-sleeved swordsman with wide sleeves, and he looked at a certain direction with a handsome face.
With a whine, a figure appeared on the other white tiger. The figure is slim, and the slightly pointed monkey cheeks are not ugly, but it is one of the chiefs of the Mo family. Seeing another person looking over, he nodded and said:
"They are coming."
As his voice fell, rumbling horseshoes came, and dozens of horses rushed forward, stopping before two white tigers. Lai Ren punched the swordsman in white and arched his hands. Both sides nodded to each other.
The two white tigers then started, escorting the people one by one, and swiftly heading towards the Mojia government city.
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