Chapter 305 Mo Fang
Mo Qiong finally chose a sharp-tailed swift. The legend of the wooden kite is not a joke. It can really fly.
As Mo Qiong's first wooden armor beast, Mo Qiong was very concerned. He bought the best wood and personally designed a wooden armor body for the swift.
Only wood can be driven, but it does not mean that metal cannot be inserted into the wooden armor, just like a wooden armor man wearing bronze armor. Metal cannot be driven directly, but it can be driven by wood.
Modern mechanics is much stronger than the ancient Mo family. Even if only wood can be used, very complex mechanisms can be made.
Mo Qiong's swift has extremely strong jumping ability and a body that is very suitable for gliding and sprinting. It is also very flexible in turning. The disadvantage is naturally strength.
Mo Qiong doesn't care about strength. After all, if you want destructive power, aren't hot weapons better?
Mo Qiong pays more attention to flexibility and pays attention to making the wooden armor swift as easy to use as his arm, just like his flying sword.
During this period, Gou Ye gave Mo Qiong two more days off and let him say goodbye to his family.
You know, there will not be much time to go home later. It is rare to want to do tasks near home.
Gou Ye himself hadn't been home for two years.
Mo Qiong was also a waste of time. He had already agreed with his family that he would work outside and might not come back for a year or two. His father was reasonable and just urged him to find a girlfriend as soon as possible.
Mo Qiong didn't say anything about this, thinking, why not find a colleague to make do with one day?
That day, Mo Qiong was chatting with his father at home, and suddenly a group of people came to the door.
There were police and plainclothes officers, including the village chief.
"This is the family." The village chief smiled.
The police nodded and showed their ID to the father. Mo Qiong went up to take a look and found that there was no problem with the ID.
Then the police said, "Who is Mo Qiao?"
Mo Qiao was Mo Qiong's father. Mo Qiong was puzzled and thought, what's going on? Is my father in trouble?
"Yes, what's the matter?" The father was a very honest man and a little nervous.
"Don't be nervous, just to understand the situation. We checked the information in the village. Your family has lived here since the Qing Dynasty, right?" The police asked.
"Not only that, they settled here in the Ming Dynasty." said the old man.
"Do you have a family tree?" asked a plainclothes officer.
The old man nodded and said, "Yes."
Mo Qiong said on the side, "You have to tell me what you are doing, right?"
"Just looking for something." said the policeman.
"What is it?" asked Mo Qiong.
The plainclothes officer took out a picture with a nine-level Rubik's Cube printed on it, but it was all black.
"Do you know it?"
"No." Mo Qiong frowned and said, "How can you make a Rubik's Cube with all six sides of the same color?"
The plainclothes officer was a little disappointed. At this time, the old man came with the family tree, and several people gathered there to look at it.
"Only until the Yongle period? Could you have settled here earlier?" Several policemen said a little disappointedly.
"I don't know about that." The old man shook his head.
A few people hummed and prepared to say goodbye. At this time, the plainclothes officer stared at the family tree and suddenly said, "Wait a minute, it says here that the first ancestor is called Mo Hua and the second ancestor is called Mo Jian. They were both named after farm tools, but from then on, they began to use the Confucian filial piety, benevolence, courtesy, righteousness and faith to arrange the characters. Why?"
"Ah? How should I know? Maybe there were scholars during that period?" The old man said in confusion.
Such a long time ago, we can only rely on guesses. Although they were all farmers after the end of the Ming Dynasty, there must have been scholars who became officials earlier.
Maybe Mo Hua was still a poor family, but he let his son Mo Jian study and become a talent and pass the imperial examination. Naturally, poetry and books were passed down in the family. However, they may have suffered again since the end of the Ming Dynasty, leaving only such a small branch to continue as farmers.
The plainclothes officer opened the picture and asked, "Do you know this Rubik's Cube? All six sides are the same color."
"All six sides are black?" The old man was stunned.
"You know?" The plainclothes officer was very excited.
Mo Qiong also looked at the old man in surprise.
The old man nodded and said, "I haven't seen it, but I've heard from the older generation that the Rubik's Cube with six black sides has a deep impression on me. It was indeed passed down a long time ago."
"Where is it!" the plainclothes officer asked hurriedly.
"It's long gone, right? I only heard about it from my grandfather." The old man guessed.
Hearing this, Mo Qiong came to his senses a little bit. This posture didn't seem to be looking for ordinary things.
"What exactly is this Rubik's Cube? What are you looking for it for?" Mo Qiong asked.
The police said, "Sorry, this case involves a lot of seriousness. We can't say it. Please cooperate."
Mo Qiong smiled but said nothing.
The village chief also laughed and said, "Mo Qiong, this is a big deal, let's not ask too much. Old Mo, think about it quickly, where is this thing? If you can find it, you can get 100,000 yuan for providing clues."
The old man was stunned and said, "This thing is made of wood, and it's not worth much. Maybe it was burned as firewood, or it was taken into the coffin by some generation?"
"What!" The plainclothes frowned and held the old man's shoulder and said, "You can't burn it! Where is your ancestral grave?"
Mo Qiong frowned and said in a deep voice, "Wait a minute! Do you still want to dig the ancestral grave?"
As he said, he stretched out his hand to pinch the plainclothes wrist, and with a little force, the plainclothes hand went numb, and he couldn't help but let go of the old man.
The plainclothes was shocked, and instinctively poked Mo Qiong's waist with his other hand.
Mo Qiong pouted and directly used the Blue and White Society's method of breaking the world to easily numb his hands, twisted them back, and pressed his body so that he couldn't move.
The plainclothes officer was captured in an instant, and several policemen were shocked. This man was a specialist sent by the higher-ups. He was very skilled, especially good at catching and fighting. No armed police in the city could fight with him. Unexpectedly, he was captured by Mo Qiong in one move.
"What are you doing!" The village chief was anxious.
The old man also hurriedly grabbed Mo Qiong and said, "Don't mess around!"
Mo Qiong smiled and let go and said, "It's okay, let's fight, he won't mind."
"Who said he doesn't mind?" The plainclothes officer was released and quickly stepped back three steps, staring at Mo Qiong with burning eyes.
"This thing is related to state secrets and is of great importance. We will definitely make compensation afterwards. You are so secretive. There is no record that you have learned fighting! And it's not an ordinary person who can beat me."
Mo Qiong curled his lips, took out his mobile phone and showed him the screen saver.
At a glance, the plainclothes officer was stunned. He saw that the background of the screen saver was a blue and white eye, and there was a sentence below: Do you want to pray for God's salvation?
The plainclothes officer twitched his mouth and said, "Can you show it to me?"
Mo Qiong handed him the phone, and soon the plainclothes officer unlocked the lock screen, because the password was: Human opened his eyes.
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Don't mind, we're just exchanging moves."
Several police officers whispered, "What's the matter? He threatened you? Do you want to arrest him?"
The plainclothes officer hurriedly whispered, "No, no, he's also a special agent, I'll talk to him alone."
"Oh, oh, okay." Several police officers immediately stopped asking questions.
Mo Qiong smiled and said, "Everyone sit down and have tea, Dad, I'll ask about the situation."
As he said, he walked into the room with the plainclothes officer.
As soon as he entered, the plainclothes officer smiled and said, "We are one of us. I'm on duty, but I didn't expect to find your home. I didn't check your file in depth, but I didn't expect it to be fake. You are from the Ministry of State Security, which area are you in charge of?"
"I'm from the Shelter Department." Mo Qiong said.
"..."The plainclothes officer was startled, the Shelter Department means formal members.
He then breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I thought so! How could I be defeated in one move? I almost doubted that I had practiced in vain for so many years! The secret book of Extreme Island? The essence of human fighting! Two million, teach me."
"Let's talk about it later. What's going on? Is that Rubik's Cube a containment object?" Mo Qiong asked.
The plainclothes said, "No, it's a token of the descendants of the Mo family giant. If it has been passed down, the holder should be surnamed Mo. We checked all the surnames Mo, and finally eliminated most of them and locked on several targets, one of which is your family."
Mo Qiong grinned and said, "Fuck, descendants of Mo Li? My family?"
"You know?"
Mo Qiong rolled his eyes and said, "Of course I know... I copied the Mo family underground palace..."
"..." The plainclothes was stunned. What a coincidence, the descendants of the Mo family copied the nest of the Mo family ancestors? As a result, he was ordered to find the Rubik's Cube of the descendants of the Mo family, and he might have to dig up the ancestral tomb of Mo Qiong's family.
Mo Qiong was speechless. There are so many people with the surname Mo in the world, why did it happen to be their family.
But then the plainclothes officer said excitedly: "This is actually better! You are a member, so you don't have to lie to others and find a member to pretend!"
"Well, the Mo Palace Wood Armored People have all been wiped out, so why are you looking for descendants?" Mo Qiong asked.
The plainclothes officer explained immediately, and Mo Qiong soon understood.
The group of Wood Armored People raised in the Taishan Base, although they were treated with courtesy, were all elm-headed and could not be reasoned with even if they died.
Zhurong's Feather is fine, at most they can go to Lop Nur to search the sky and the earth.
But what about the other shelters? Although the Mo family only sheltered seven shelters, they actually saw more than that, and there must be some that they were powerless to deal with.
The Blue and White Society wanted the Mo family to provide intelligence and hand over those who were powerless to the Blue and White Society, but those elm-headed people were unwilling to die and did not cooperate at all.
They only thought that the world was white and only they were black, and the Mo family sheltered for the world, and it was harmful for others to get it. The Blue and White Society wanted to steal the concept to be the only blue and white, but they did not admit it at all.
This is rigidity, which is the limitation of the Wood Armored People.
So the higher-ups came up with a plan, which was to select a new leader of the Mohist school, and let the group of wooden armor people pass on the duties and secrets they had guarded for a lifetime to him, so that the leader would be a legitimate and legal receiver in the eyes of the wooden heads.
This is actually to use the thoughts of the wooden armor people as a characteristic of a receiver to attack: Aren’t you the only one who is black? Then can you tell the people of the Mohist school?
Yes, those wooden heads can recognize this.
But the leader is not passed on casually. The contemporary Mohist school has disappeared, and the Blue and White Society will not recognize anyone who is found. There is only one possibility left.
That is the descendants of Mo Li. Since the Song Dynasty, the Mo Ju lineage of the Mohist school has become increasingly withered, and later the leader has become a position that is passed down from one line to another.
When it was passed to Mo Li, it was originally intended to be given to his son Mo Si, but Mo Si ran away. Mo Li had no choice but to seal the underground palace, transform into a wooden armor, and guard Mount Tai forever.
However, so many years have passed, and there are so many people with the surname Mo in the world. The wooden armor people will not recognize anyone with the surname Mo found by the Blue and White Society.
There are only two characteristics at present. One is that the Mo Li lineage is named after tools, such as plow, hoe, sickle, saw, etc.
There is also a token, which is the ninth-level magic cube.
The magic cube was invented by Mozi, and it is an entry-level small work of Mohist mechanical art. Mo Li gave it to his son Mo Si.
Its six sides are all black, named "Mo Fang", which is the ancestor of all modern magic cubes.
With this thing, the Blue and White Society can send someone to take over the position of the leader, and then tolerate the Mohist school and let the group of wooden armor people cooperate.
The surname Mo is not too common, but it is not too few. With the power of the Blue and White Society, it is natural to find the Moqiong family living at the foot of Mount Tai.
Although Mo Si was a man of the Song Dynasty, and the first ancestor of the Moqiong family was a man of the Ming Dynasty. But calling him Mo Hua still conforms to the naming habits, but later he studied Confucianism and took the imperial examination, so he didn't care about it.
The plainclothes officer smiled and said, "Originally, the superiors only wanted to find Mo Fang, and then discuss and decide on one person to pretend to be a descendant to inherit the Mo family."
"I didn't expect that the descendant would become a member of the society, so there is no need to pretend. The superiors will definitely decide that you will succeed the position of the leader of the Mo family!"
Moqiong covered his face and said, "I think it's better to ask for help... I copied the Mo Palace myself! How did I become the leader of the Mo family?"
"No one is more suitable than you. You are both a member of the society and the contemporary heir of the leader of the Mo family. If you are afraid of being recognized, the worst you can do is a facelift or a transformation!" The plainclothes officer smiled.
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ps: Sorry.