Infinite Replacement

A man in a black and white short-sleeved shirt led by four men with short-faced short-sleeved costumes in the back of the suit. Five of them walked on the cloister... This is after the order of Duan Murong and Xue Nu. Somewhere on the way to the point.

On the opposite side of the cloister, there are also several men wearing magnificent aristocratic costumes with long sleeves and long sleeves.They carried their hands on their backs, they stood tall, their expressions were arrogant, and their eyes moved with the four people...especially on their little arms 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 hilt habitually... This gesture undoubtedly told others that he was born in a military.

The man next to him 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 can design it except the Mo and public losers." The military general said with a slight meditation, shaking his head and said: "And the public losers rely on Qin State, 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 at it.I saw another person walking out on the opposite corridor... Dumpling with big sleeves, white hair, white eyebrows, white beards, a crown, and a khaki and brown half-length right bureaucrat. Master of the Mojia class... General Zhao understood the meaning of middle-aged men.

There may be a lot of people who can design institutions in Mo School. The master of this class is undoubtedly the best.If you can move him, I am afraid that it is also possible to design a terrible institution beast that surpasses the losers.

In this corridor, all the six aristocrats came to join the anti-Qin great cause in exile.General Zhao and middle-aged men can think of it, so can they.Seeing that the unconscious master class is going to be next to everyone, 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 first:

"Master Class!"

The man who was about to greet him froze in half, and the man who shouted hurriedly walked past him... The moment they looked at each other, they could see an angry face and a proud face.

The old man 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.

"Under Wei Guo Pang Tong, I also asked the master 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, and then his face became more and more ugly, and he interrupted him with a beard and stared.

"What's so good about it? If my family designs it, it's not..." Thanks to his timely awakening, he 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 heard his emotions and eased 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 denounced it all 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 the others looked at each other.

"But, that item of 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 mumbled so much, ignoring the retention of Pang Tong and others.

After turning a few corners and throwing away those people, the old man still kept talking.

"Old man, who made you angry like this?"

The young man's voice suddenly came from behind, distorting the entire face of the old man for a moment.He wiped it with his hand for a while, while admonishing himself to be "not angry", and 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,'It's you who stinks 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 should be helpful for you."

"Then, I should help you as well, right?" The old man was still not fooled, and he took another sentence without expression, his little eyes full of blame.

"Uh..." Can't stand his expression, Jingyu is not kidding, "Don't say this, I have something to do with you. People come and go here, there may be ears next to the wall, we change places." He walked forward. , Stopped a few steps later 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 man, "How can that be changed? And, how?"

"Hush...you whisper!" Jingyu put his finger down his lips. "Isn't there any help for you?"

"I just don't want to make you small...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, getting up and leaving... until he walked to the door, and the old man behind him finally stopped him.

Somewhere in the valley fifty miles away from the government city, two giant Mojia Siling beasts squatted to the ground.Above one of them stood a white-sleeved swordsman with wide sleeves. His handsome face stared coldly in a certain direction.

With a whine, a figure appeared on the other white tiger.The figure is slim, and the slightly pointed monkey cheeks are not ugly. It is one of the leaders 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 rushed to the swordsman in white and both sides nodded to each other.

The two white tigers were then launched, guarding the visitors one after the other, and swiftly heading towards the Mojia government city...

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