Chapter 700

Streets of Changancheng.

Zhu Que Street.

Mo Yuan carried his wooden box, looked at the direction of the Da Qian Imperial Palace, found a good position, and then spoke to Mo Tiancang.

"Alright, let's stay here; after all, you have joined the Great Chu mission, and your status is different after all; go down first."

"This place is quite good; it is the only path Gao Yang must take when returning to his mansion from court, so this old man will wait for him here."

"Yes!"

Mo Tiancang replied, then put down the flag in his hand, and the subordinate on the side put down a small table.

"Senior Brother, with you taking action, I and the Great Princess will wait for your good news at the Court of Diplomatic Reception."

Mo Tiancang looked excited and expectant.

To this, Mo Yuan just nodded, noncommittal, but his every move carried an indescribable confidence.

After Mo Tiancang left, Mo Yuan fixed the flag with the unique mark of the Mohist school, and the flag immediately fluttered in the wind, making a hunting sound.

"Listen well, everyone!"

Mo Yuan's voice was steady and powerful, full of energy, not at all like an old man who was getting old.

For a time, many Changancheng commoners gathered around curiously upon hearing the sound.

"I am the Mohist Leader; the Mohist school has been passed down for a thousand years, always upholding the path of universal love and non-aggression, always using mechanism arts to save the world and help people, using a chivalrous heart to support justice in the world, and seeking world harmony!"

"Today, I have placed the inheritance token of the Mohist Leader here; if anyone can solve the three Mohist locks in a row and solve our Mohist inheritance token in half an hour, they will be the next Mohist Leader, and there will be ten thousand taels of gold!"

"One try, just five hundred coins!"

After Mo Yuan shouted, he took out the Twelve-Zodiac Lock and placed it on the wooden table in front of him.

It was still early, and he didn't mind playing a bit more, earning some travel expenses on the side.

This Mohist Leader of his was truly noble, not attaching himself to any country, and his inventions were also selflessly given to the people to use, but he was also truly poor.

Instantly, Mo Yuan's voice swept across the entire street, and the Changancheng commoners all gathered around excitedly.

If you talk about the Mohist Leader, they don't quite understand what status that is, but ten thousand taels of gold made their hearts burn even more than free eggs.

"I'll come!"

Finally, a young blacksmith couldn't hold back the fire in his heart and spoke up.

He dealt with ironware all year round and prided himself on having some insight into the mechanism path.

"Alright, five hundred coins!"

"You cannot dismantle it by brute force!"

Mo Yuan said with a smile.

The blacksmith took out five hundred coins happily, turned to pick up the Twelve-Zodiac Lock, and carefully studied the patterns on it.

His fingers groped gently on each part, trying to find the mechanism to open it.

Gradually, a trace of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his expression became more and more solemn.

"I can't solve this lock."

Helpless, the blacksmith could only give up.

"Let me try!"

A scholar wearing a long robe saw the four big characters "Mohist Leader," his heart stirred, and he suddenly spoke up.

That is the Mohist Leader; such status, status, and opportunity are simply hard to come by.

It's just five hundred coins!

And he prided himself on having talent and being involved in everything, so he wanted to give it a try.

But after a while, a layer of fine cold sweat also appeared on his forehead.

"This Twelve-Zodiac Lock is too difficult; I need at least a day."

"The first level is actually so difficult!"

The scholar sighed, his expression full of awe.

Mo Yuan laughed loudly and stroked his beard; this trick of his never failed.

With ten thousand taels of gold and the Mohist Leader as bait, he didn't seek to make a lot, but a guarantee of wine and meat for a period of time was no problem at all.

After a while, he weighed the silver in his hand, looked at the direction of the Imperial Palace, and felt curious.

What's going on with this Da Qian Living Yama today? Why hasn't he finished court at this time?

At this point in time, the Changancheng playboys are probably already up and roaming the streets.

Just at this moment.

On the other side, a figure wearing a brocade long robe and a jade belt around his waist appeared slowly.

He held a folding fan, wore leather boots, and wore a purple-gold crown on his head; the folding fan even had six big characters written on it: "Number One Romantic in Changan!"

"Nothing to do today, listening to music in the brothel!"

Gao Changwen walked into Zhu Que Street with a swagger, his heart burning.

It was hard to practice the "art of showing off" for two days; if he didn't go out and show it off, it would be more uncomfortable than killing him!