readytorunbook Chapter 371 Future
Chapter 371 Future
"Fei Yu, come here." Zhang Liang said, waving to Fei Yu not far away.
Seeing this, Fei Yu instinctively stepped aside. He knew that it would be better to leave this matter to Zhang Liang to handle, so he retreated consciously.
Hearing Zhang Liang's call, Feiyu quickly came to Zhang Liang. Feiyu could get angry with Zhang Liang on small matters, but he always cooperated with Zhang Liang on big matters.
"What's the matter?" Feiyu looked up and asked.
"Come on, is the Shui Han Sword still with you?" Zhang Liang asked.
Zhang Liang knew that the Shuihan Sword must be in Feiyu's possession. Feiyu loved it so much that he wanted to carry it with him all the time. How could he bear to put it down? But this question was not addressed to Feiyu, but to those Mohist disciples.
"I have it with me." Fei Yu replied calmly.
"Well, very good, you will be the leader of Mohism from now on." Zhang Liang said with a smile.
"What does this mean?" Feiyu didn't understand Zhang Liang's intention.
Zhang Liang ignored Feiyu and turned to the Mohist disciples and continued:
"Now, the Water Cold Sword is no longer in my possession. I gave it to Feiyu, the man standing next to me. He is more suitable for the Water Cold Sword than I am."
Zhang Liang paused for a moment, then continued: "If you must find a giant, and must have the Water Cold Sword, then Feiyu is the most suitable person for you."
After saying that, Zhang Liang pushed Feiyu forward to face those Mohist disciples.
The Mohist disciples, led by the scarred man, looked at each other, at a loss for what to do.
"Fei Yu, take out the Shui Han Sword and let them see it." Zhang Liang said to Fei Yu in a coaxing tone.
"..." Fei Yu looked at Zhang Liang, wanting to find out what was going on, but he swallowed the words back when they reached his lips.
Fei Yu obeyed Zhang Liang and took out the Shui Han Sword. As soon as it was unsheathed, the air around him immediately became cold.
Those Mohist disciples recognized the Shui Han Sword at a glance. Yes, this was definitely the real Shui Han Sword.
It turns out that Feiyu is indeed more suitable for the Shuihan Sword than Zhang Liang. Feiyu just held the sword, and the biting coldness spread.
"Brother, what should we do?" the Mohist disciple behind asked the scarred man.
"How can such a treasure be given to others easily?" someone else said.
The scarred man was speechless for a moment, lowering his head as if thinking.
"This is Shui Han Sword's own choice. Fei Yu is indeed more suitable for it than me. He is more qualified to be the master of the sword. It seems that I can't become a giant of the Mohist School even if I want to." Zhang Liang said with pretended regret.
"Fei Yu, let them get up quickly. It's not good for their health to kneel like this." Zhang Liang reminded.
"What are you talking about?" Fei Yu was still confused and didn't understand what Zhang Liang meant.
After Feiyu finished speaking, there was silence all around. Zhang Liang suddenly became serious and did not answer Feiyu. The Mohist disciples all looked at Zhang Liang.
They wanted Zhang Liang to be their leader and take over the position of the Mohist giant, not just because of the Shui Han Sword.
The Shui Han Sword carries their remembrance and respect for the deceased, but they need to look forward more.
The future prospects of Mohism are becoming increasingly pessimistic, and there is even a tendency for it to gradually disappear.
There are two reasons. First, under the tyranny of Qin Shi Huang, almost all schools of thought were on the decline during the era of a hundred schools of thought.
Second, after Gao Jianli left, there was no one who could lead them, just like an army without a general. No matter how strong the team was, it was like loose sand and could not achieve anything.
Just when the Mohist disciples felt that their future was bleak, Zhang Liang appeared. He came like a savior, making them think that Zhang Liang was the one who would lead the Mohist school back to glory.
The scarred man was still hesitating. He couldn't possibly accept that Feiyu, a man he had never met and whose background he didn't know, could become a giant in the Mohist school.
But at the same time, the Shui Han Sword is indeed in Fei Yu's possession, so there is no way to convince Zhang Liang to take over as the giant. It's really a dilemma, a dilemma.
"I, Zhang Liang, cannot be your giant, but if you are willing to follow me, I promise to overthrow the tyranny of the Qin Dynasty and change the master of the world." Zhang Liang's voice was full of majesty, like a king. Looking at the Mohist disciples who were still kneeling, he continued.
"When the time comes, your Mohist school will naturally be revived." After Zhang Liang finished speaking, his eyes sank and he glanced at everyone.
Fei Yu was standing next to Zhang Liang and was also shocked by the momentum. It seemed that this was the first time he had seen Zhang Liang like this.
Feiyu naturally understood what Zhang Liang meant. He wanted to achieve imperial hegemony in the world. Zhang Liang had mentioned this idea many times before. But today, Zhang Liang seemed even more determined.
"I will destroy the Qin Dynasty in the name of Zhang Liang, not as a giant of your Mohist school. You should consider carefully whether you want to follow me." Zhang Liang seemed to be asking, but in fact it was an order that could not be questioned.
After a brief moment of surprise, the scarred man immediately regained his composure and stood up to face Zhang Liang.
"Okay, we have decided to follow you and become members of your team." The scarred man said firmly, and dozens of Mohist disciples behind him stood up and responded.
The scarred man's opinion of Zhang Liang instantly improved. This Zhang Liang seemed to be more ambitious than he expected.
He was willing to give up his identity as a Mohist and bet on Zhang Liang. The bet was all the Mohist disciples present, and the bet was the future of Mohism.