Chapter 1243

"In this way, both will likely live."

"However, this is an ideal state. The first is that the antidote is sufficient for one person to detoxify, and the second is that the equal division is consistent, but this is also extremely difficult. And after the first portion of the antidote, whether the states of the two can be seen with the naked eye is also a problem."

"But this problem is just a discussion, not a strict practical operation, so it is reasonable!"

"This can be considered the optimal solution!"

The words made Wu Zhao understand.

She looked at Gao Yang with complex expressions and couldn't help but praise, "Minister Gao is truly a great talent!"

"For these few problem-solving methods, if an ordinary person could think of one, it would already be shocking, let alone all of them being thought of by Minister Gao."

Gao Yang just smiled modestly at this, directly ignoring the deep meaning in the words.

At this time, Gao Changwen was like a victorious rooster, straightening his waist, full of spirit.

He seemed to have thought of something and said nervously to the few, "Your Majesty, Grandfather, Minister Shangguan, Father, Second Uncle, this problem-solving method involves my position as the Mohist leader, which is extremely important, so please keep it secret for now."

"When the time comes, facing those old stubborn ones, these major solutions will definitely raise the prestige of my Da Qian, and the prestige of the Duke's mansion!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Zhao's expression was complex.

She looked at Gao Changwen and thought about the Mohist School that had been passed down for hundreds of years, and a picture seemed to appear in her mind.

Explosive!

Too explosive!

But fortunately, the Mohist School was not seeking fairness, calling on Mohist disciples from all over the world to compete with Gao Changwen and decide the next Mohist leader in public; one could regret once, but one could regret a second time.

Otherwise, she would have felt some sympathy for the Mohist School.

"..."

Bang!

"Senior brother, this is the century-old problem of my Mohist School, and you actually leaked it to that Gao Changwen first!"

"This move is too absurd!"

In a mansion in Changancheng, seven white-haired old men of the Mohist School were gathered together.

Among them, one old man was extremely unhappy and shouted angrily.

He was named Yan Wuhen, a giant of the Mohist School in Great Yan, who had received a letter from Mo Yuan and traveled thousands of miles to Changancheng.

As a result, the next Mohist leader made him almost vomit blood.

At that time in the Duke's mansion, he fainted directly. He wanted to endure it and see how this guy would hide his clumsiness, but he ended up taking them to the Chunhe Building and cheaply stuffed medicine to them.

He fainted again.

Mo Yuan had a dark face and said, "The difficulty of this problem is clear to everyone; leaking it or not, so what?"

"If Gao Changwen is really hiding his clumsiness, he can give a different answer, otherwise he won't be able to answer!"

Mo Yuan spoke with force, but these words made a sneer appear on Yan Wuhen's mouth.

"Hiding clumsiness?"

"That beaten state doesn't look like it; on the contrary, I think he is truly mischievous!"

"Such a person is simply not worthy of being my Mohist leader!"

Mo Yuan had a dark face; he had never gotten along with Yan Wuhen, and this Gao Changwen affair was his handle.

"But he solved the circle and square while blindfolded; this is my Mohist ancestral instruction. Using problems to make things difficult is already too much, what else do you want?"

Yan Wuhen said, "The Mohist ancestral instruction cannot be violated, but it concerns the lives of tens of thousands of Mohist disciples in the world; how can it be sloppy?"

"I think we should summon the excellent Mohist disciples from the Seven Kingdoms to gather in Changancheng, Da Qian, and decide the best one through mechanical arts and this problem!"

"Win and become my Mohist leader, with no room for regret, how about that?"

Mo Yuan's face was somewhat ugly.

But before he could speak, the other five old men raised their hands in agreement.

"I agree; it concerns tens of thousands of Mohist disciples, how can it be so sloppy?"

"That Gao Changwen dares to marry a dog now, who knows how crazy he will be in the future? At that time, what face will my Mohist School have to face the world? Yan Lao's proposal is good. If Gao Changwen really has ability, he should show it before ten thousand people to make the world convinced!"

"I support it; let's set it in early spring. At that time, Mohist disciples from all over the world will gather to witness the birth of my Mohist School's new generation leader!"

"This Gao Changwen knew the problem in advance, compared to others, he had half a month, or even a month of preparation time, and he could also seek help from others. If he still can't surpass the heroes, then he is not worthy of being my Mohist leader!"

For a time, the few spoke one after another; their ideas were consistent, and even Mo Yuan had nothing to say.

In fact, he was also wavering.

Gao Changwen, too heaven-defying!

He could become the Mohist leader, and he, Mo Yuan, should take the blame!

Finally, he took a deep breath, took out an ancient black token from his bosom, and said: "Then pass my Mohist order; Mohist disciples from all over the world will gather in Changancheng in early spring. At that time, with Mohist arts as blades and chivalry as shields, in Changancheng, Da Qian, under the gaze of ten thousand people, fight fairly!"

"The winner will be personally bestowed with the Mohist Holy Order. This order condenses the hard work of past generations of the Mohist School and is the supreme symbol of the Mohist School's authority. Whoever holds this order will control the list of core Mohist disciples in the world, as if holding the universe, and all Mohist disciples in the world must follow his lead, go to the Mohist School's thousand-year hegemony, and reshape the chivalrous universe!"