Chapter 280 It’s a pity that Mr. Lang (1st update)

the next day.

The market in Xianyang City quickly became lively.

Today is the day for the Mo family to solve riddles.

The debate between Confucianism and Legalism a few days ago was exciting, but it was just a fun thing for everyone to watch.

Who among ordinary people know so many truths?

But Mohist puzzle solving is different.

Most of the Mohist disciples were originally from the market, and their style was very close to that of ordinary people.

And these days, the Mo family's exhibitions are full of gimmicks one after another.

It attracted a lot of attention.

Many ordinary people also came one after another,

"Hey, I wonder what tricks these carpenters can do today?"

"What are you carpenters? These people are from the Mo family. Do the Mo family know? The mechanism skills are really powerful!"

"I don't care whether it's the Mo family or not. You must watch this excitement. Hey! You old man, don't be the leader!"

"The road is so wide, why do we have to take the old road?"

"I'm happy."

"Well, I see your hall is dark, I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster today!"

"Hey! You old thing! How can you talk!!"

While he was talking, the man was about to attack the old man in front of him, but the old man avoided him with a sharp sideways movement.

Then he left here with a smile, came to an open space, and looked towards the place where the Mo family solved the puzzle.

murmured,

"It's a blur."

A high platform has already been erected in the open space of the market square.

Some Mohist disciples were demonstrating Mohist secret techniques, which attracted waves of admiration.

On the second floor of a nearby building, Juzi was looking at the crowd below,

"Are all the candidates here?"

Shopkeeper Liu on the side returned,

"We're almost there."

Nearly a hundred people participated in solving the puzzle this time.

Except for those recommended by various places, the others are all talented people in Xianyang City who can roughly crack the Mohist mechanism.

Juzi nodded,

"Where is my husband?"

Shopkeeper Liu was stunned for a moment, unable to react, but Tie Zhu came back.

"Juzi, Gongzilang hasn't arrived yet."

Juzi suddenly frowned slightly,

"Sir is in Xianyang and should have arrived long ago."

Shopkeeper Liu hesitated and said,

"Maybe something has delayed it. It's almost time now. Juzi, do we have to wait?"

Juzi thought about it and nodded slightly,

"Wait another quarter of an hour."

This time Mohist puzzle solving not only promotes reputation and Mohist academic ideas.

What's more important is to unlock the secret of that strange object.

In his heart, the person most likely to unlock the secret of the strange object is Zhao Lang.

At this time, Zhao Lang was on the top of a tall building not far from the market square. Looking at the large crowd below, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

Early this morning, he took people to the place where the Goguryeo mission was located. The enemy's defenses were very tight, and it was difficult to even get close.

I have to say here that the people who flatter them are really powerful, and they got their information in one day.

In the future, we can indeed consider recruiting these people, but they certainly cannot be mixed with the cobwebs.

The masked man could not be found here. Zhao Lang thought of yesterday's situation and that the man should come to the Mo family to solve the mystery.

"Hi, take the people to spread out and look for people with half masks or their faces covered."

Zhao Lang ordered.

The other party wore a mask last time and saw him. Although it is very likely that he will change his approach this time, the other party must have a reason and does not want to show his face.

"Yes, Master."

Xi Jin and others took the order and left.

"Go to hell, you've seen him before, stay here and watch, and then wait here for Erhei to arrive before we act together."

Erhei was sent out by him early in the morning to meet with Da Mao and the others.

"Yes, Master."

Zhao Lang nodded and left with Tianyi. He was going to check out other second floors around.

He knows how to look for a high place to observe, and the other person is not stupid either.

Soon, bursts of cheers began to erupt from the crowd, and the Mohist puzzle was about to begin.

On the high platform, a Mohist disciple was speaking loudly about the rules, near the window of the restaurant hall next to the high platform.

Zhang Liang said to Han Cheng,

"Sir, please wait a moment while I solve the riddle first. If I can succeed, I can help you recruit some Mohist disciples."

Han Cheng looked at the only remaining guard beside him, his expression was a bit ugly. He felt too insecure now.

"A Liang, didn't Mr. Su from yesterday say we would meet here? Why haven't we seen him yet? He won't betray us."

Zhang Liang comforted him,

"Young master, there is no need to worry. Mr. Su is originally from a hundred families and will not betray us."

"Just rest here first."

Han Cheng could only nod at this time.

Zhang Liang exchanged words with the guards on the side and headed towards the high platform.

Han Cheng looked at the chaotic crowd around him, feeling a little disgusted and disgusted in his heart.

As a descendant of Han, I have to live with these poor and humble people.

But he was a little frightened because he always felt like he was being watched.

At this moment, a person suddenly bumped into him. It seemed that there were too many people and he was squeezed.

The guard on the side had quick eyes and quick hands, and quickly blocked the opponent, trying to push him aside.

"Mr. Han, Mr. Su invites you."

Upon hearing this, Han Cheng stood up immediately and asked hurriedly,

"Where is your master?"

The visitor winked in one direction, and Han Cheng looked over.

Then he saw a young man wearing a black gauze looking at him by the window on the second floor of a clothing store.

Han Cheng glanced at Zhang Liang on the stage, then looked at the noisy environment around him, stood up and was about to leave.

The guard on the side frowned slightly,

"Sir, A Liang said..."

Han Cheng frowned,

"A-Liang is the master, or I am the master!"

The guard suddenly stopped talking.

"lead the way."

Han Cheng followed the messenger to the second floor of the cloth store, which was originally a place where goods were stored.

Now, a special space has been set aside, and tables and drinks have been set out.
To be continued...