Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

Ying Tian looked up and saw a huge dragon shadow in the clouds above the sky. The dragon shadow was entrenched in the clouds, exuding a majestic aura, as if it were the master of heaven and earth, and was intimidating.

"This is?" Yingtian looked at the dragon shadow in the sky, his eyes full of surprise.

"His Royal Highness, that is not a real divine dragon, but one made of mechanism. It is the Mo family. They are here."

Zhang Wenlong's voice was a bit surprised. Didn't the Xianshi Palace promise in advance that the Mo family would not interfere with the trip to the Great Zhou Dynasty this time? Why did they appear here?

Not only the army of the Liang Kingdom noticed the phantom of the giant dragon in the sky, but the literati of the other six countries also gathered together to avoid the sudden attack of the mechanical dragon in the sky.

Suddenly, the clouds were torn apart by an invisible force, and a giant dragon figure flew out, revealing its true appearance. It was a shocking mechanical dragon, one hundred meters long, like a moving iron mountain. The dragon's entire body is made of fine iron, and every dragon scale is clearly visible and covered with complex lines. These lines seem to contain endless wisdom and power.

The mechanical dragon hovered in the sky, and its silhouette blocked the sunlight, making the entire sky darken. A red light flashed in the dragon's eyes, and that light seemed to be able to see through all the illusions in the world, making everyone feel an indescribable sense of oppression.

The giant dragon slowly floated above the Great Zhou City, and its majestic momentum seemed to be able to crush everything. The literati from the seven countries couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Their eyes also stayed on the dragon's head. They saw several figures standing above it. Counting them, there were sixteen people in total.

"This, is this the Mo family's mechanism technique?"

Yingtian looked at the mechanical dragon and felt a little shocked. Even though he was the heir apparent, he also knew how powerful the Mo family was. The Mo family is proficient in the art of mechanism and can create all kinds of magical mechanism beasts, but this was the first time he saw such a mechanism beast, which directly broke his understanding of mechanism beasts.

"Your Highness, I will come as soon as I go."

After Zhang Wenlong said that, he jumped into the air. Not only him, but also the other literati leaders of the six countries also flew into the air and rushed towards the Mohists.

They must know what the Mo family's intention is this time, whether they really want to help the Great Zhou Royal City and take action against them.

"I've met the seniors of the Mo family."

Zhang Wenlong bowed his hands to everyone in the Mo family, his expression full of respect. The other literati from the Six Nations also saluted the figures on the dragon's head, and they also saw clearly the true appearance of the figures on the dragon's head.

The leader was a middle-aged man. He was wearing a dark gown, with his hands behind his back, and his face was extremely kind. Behind him were fifteen young people who looked to be in their twenties.

"You don't have to be polite. I'm here today just to ensure the safety of the civilians in the King's City of Great Zhou. As for the confrontation between you and the Royal Family of Great Zhou, I will not interfere."

The middle-aged man from the Mohist family who was the leader replied.

As soon as these words came out, a look of solemnity appeared on the faces of the seven literary giants present. The original idea of ​​the Seven Kingdoms was to massacre the city to completely wipe out the traces of the existence of the Great Zhou Dynasty after breaking through the city, and to avoid the so-called " "Heir to the Great Zhou Dynasty" appears.

But the Mo family suddenly intervened, completely messing up their plan. If the Mo family was there to protect them, this matter would be difficult to handle.

"Senior, since you have promised the First Master's Palace not to interfere in this matter, why do you still protect those so-called civilians?"

Zhang Wenlong looked at the middle-aged man in the Mo family, cupped his hands and said, "If senior is willing to make way for us to enter the Great Zhou King's City, I, Daliang, will be willing to give you ten thousand taels of gold as a token of my gratitude."

Hearing this, the other literary giants from the six countries also spoke up and expressed their willingness to send heavy gifts, but only asked the Mo family not to interfere in this matter.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man from the Mo family smiled slightly and said, "I appreciate your kindness. Although the Mo family is poor, they still have enough money and things. We will stay here until the civilians in the city of the King of Zhou are safe. until."

Everyone did not expect that the Mo family would be so decisive, and they did not have many options. Moreover, they did not want to and did not dare to offend the Moh family. Who can guarantee that there will be no danger in the vassal states to which they belong in the future. If they really offend the Moh family, once the Moh family refuses to assist, Then their country is likely to be in danger.

Although the Mohist family does not care about worldly affairs, it is extremely powerful and known to the world. No princely country dares to offend easily.

"Senior's trip, does the First Master's Hall know about it?" Zhang Wenlong tried to persuade him to no avail, so he had to move out of the First Master's Hall.

"Of course I know, otherwise how could we agree to stand by and watch?"

The middle-aged man in the Mo family smiled and said: "We have obtained permission from the Master's Palace for this trip. If you want to massacre the city, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Hearing these words, the literary giants from the seven countries were silent. Since the Mo family had the permission of the First Master Palace, their persuasion would be of no avail.

"In that case, I won't disturb senior anymore."

Zhang Wenlong bowed his hands in a salute, and then flew back to the ground with the scribes from the Liang Kingdom. Seeing this, the literati from the other six countries also flew back to the ground without saying anything more.

They knew that the Mohist family had already made a decision, and it was useless for them to persuade them. Moreover, they could not offend the Mohist family.

When everyone in the Mo family saw this, they didn't say anything. They just stood on top of the mechanical dragon's head and quietly looked at the seven-nation army below.

Zhang Wenlong had returned to Yingtian at this moment and said to him: "Your Highness, I am afraid we have to give up on the massacre of the city."

Yingtian's face darkened when he heard this. The seven countries had already discussed that after breaking through the Great Zhou Royal City, they would let the army massacre the city to completely wipe out the traces of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but the appearance of the Mohist School disrupted their plan.

"Is the Mohist School really that strong?" Yingtian asked in a deep voice.

"Very strong."

Zhang Wenlong nodded and said, "The Mohist School is proficient in mechanical arts and can create all kinds of magical mechanical beasts. Moreover, the Mohist School disciples are all over the world and are extremely powerful. No vassal state dares to offend the Mohist School easily."

"Moreover, the Mohist School has a close relationship with the Master's Palace. If we really offend them, I'm afraid the Master's Palace will not stand on our side."

Yingtian was silent for a moment when he heard this, and then asked again: "If the seven literary masters of the seven countries join forces, can they hold back the middle-aged man of the Mohist School?"

Zhang Wenlong was also stunned when he heard this. Just when he was about to say something, a voice reached Yingtian's ears.

"Join forces to attack Uncle Qi? Unless they don't want to live anymore."

Ying Tian suddenly turned sideways and saw that the fifteen young men on the dragon head of the mechanical machine had appeared beside Ci Song. The man who spoke was handsome, with long hair fluttering in the wind, a wicked smile on his lips, and a carefree attitude written all over his body.

"Junior Brother Ci, I haven't seen you for a few years. How come you have grown so tall? You are as tall as me."

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