Meton sneered, "Ever since Tian Xiangzi, there hasn't been a Great Prince in the Mo Family for thousands of years. Since there wasn't one in the past, there won't be one in the future. Great Prince is the most respected title in the Mo Family, not a weapon to fight for power. It's better not to have such a Great Prince. "
The commoners nodded thoughtfully.
Yang Siqi's expression was uncertain. After a long time, he sighed and said, "The Mo Family of Dengling would like to learn from the Mo Family of Xiangli."
"Ah!" Duan Lun panicked. They were supposed to fight for the Great Prince of the Mo Family. How did it turn into a competition between the two Mo Families? Even if they won, they wouldn't be able to get the Mo Family's secret manual.
Unfortunately, Yang Siqi didn't pay any attention to Duan Lun's meaningful glance. He solemnly took out a wooden box from behind him and said, "These wooden monkey dolls are nothing more than a show. The real ink skills of our Dengling Family are many times more exquisite than this."
Meton said solemnly, "The descendant of the Mo Family of Xiangfu, Meton, awaits your work."
Yang Siqi opened the wooden box and took out parts to assemble in front of the crowd. Soon, a puppet was formed in Yang Siqi's hands.
"A puppet!"
Many of the common folk were unconvinced. Dolls were very common in the Great Tang and weren't that rare.
However, Yang Siqi's puppet was very exquisite. It was as tall as an ordinary person. What was more surprising was that Yang Siqi put on clothes for it. If the crowd didn't know that it was a puppet, they would have mistaken it for a real person.
What was more exquisite was that under Yang Siqi's control, the puppet could do all kinds of actions like an ordinary person.
"Good!"
The people of Chang 'an City immediately cheered. Even if they were very optimistic about the son of Mo, they had to admit that Yang Siqi's Mechanical Puppet was indeed exquisite and peerless.
However, the puppet's performance wasn't over yet. Yang Siqi suddenly gave up his control of the puppet. The puppet was like an ordinary person. It walked for ten steps before stopping. It was still standing there.
Meton was shocked. His eyes flashed. Yang Siqi was indeed amazing. He had figured out a mechanism similar to a spring.
"This! … "
The people of Chang 'an City were all shocked that the puppet had come to life. There were many puppeteers in Chang' an City, but Yang Siqi's miraculous performance was unprecedented.
"Being the best in Jiangnan, it really lives up to its reputation." Everyone secretly praised.
"Meton, what do you think of my Dengling Clan's ink skills?" Yang Siqi asked confidently.
Meton nodded and praised generously, "It's a work of art that excels the heavens. Especially the last self-moving mechanism technique, it's the best in the world."
"Does the Mo Family Village have this ink skill?" Yang Siqi asked in high spirits.
"The Village of Mo's Village has not reached this level." Meton shook his head and denied.
When Duan Lun heard Meton admit his inferiority, he was overjoyed.
"How much does this doll cost?" Meton suddenly asked a seemingly unrelated question.
Yang Siqi proudly said, "This item needs to be personally crafted by me. Every mechanism is incomparably exquisite. There are only two of them in the world. Even if someone offered a thousand gold taels, they wouldn't exchange it for it."
"There are only two in the world, and they are worth thousands of gold." Everyone was in an uproar.
Meton nodded in agreement, "It's worth the money! It's not an exaggeration to say that this item is worth thousands of gold taels. "
Just based on the mechanism that was similar to a spring, it was already ahead of this era. It was not just worth thousands of gold taels, it was simply a priceless treasure.
When Yang Siqi heard Meton's affirmation, he was immediately pleased. However, he heard Meton change the topic, "The School of Mo's philosophy is to love with impartiality and non-aggression. What I want is for the common people to be equally able to own it. No matter how exquisite your puppet is, I'm afraid that only a small number of people will be able to enjoy it. The common people will spend their entire lives without having the chance to own it. "
Yang Siqi's heart sank when he heard this. Mo Jiazi had indeed pointed out the biggest flaw of his technique. Although this technique represented the most exquisite mechanism technique, it would be difficult to popularize it in this era. It was indeed not in line with the School of Mo's philosophy.
Meton slightly smiled, "I have a toy that is worth less than five copper coins. However, it can be used to create countless toys for the common people. Please take a look."
After Meton finished speaking, he took out a square-shaped object from his sleeve and tossed it to Yang Siqi.
Yang Siqi hurriedly stretched out his hand to catch it. He saw that it was a cube made up of many small cubes. The cube had six sides, and each side had a different color distribution. They were evenly divided into nine small cubes.
"This is!" Yang Siqi looked at Meton in confusion.
"This is a Mo Fang. It is the School of Mo's simplest mechanism technique, but it contains the essence and principles of the School of Mo's mechanism technique." Meton raised the Mo Fang that was a mixture of different colors. Mo Fang, as the name implied, everyone instantly understood the meaning of this cube.
At this moment, the group of Mo Jiazi's brothers came forward to distribute the Mo Fang to the commoners. Everyone picked up the Mo Fang and gently turned it, but they realized that the Mo Fang could be turned in all directions.
"How does this work?" Many commoners were stunned as they turned the Mo Fang in their hands in confusion.
Suddenly, a commoner exclaimed, "Why can't it turn back?"
At this moment, everyone realized that when they turned it, the colors of the Mo Fang had already become chaotic. It was impossible to return it to its original color.
Meton revealed a smile and said, "Although this Mo Fang only has six sides, it has endless transformations. However, there is only one root, and that is Shang Tong."
"Shang Tong!" Yang Siqi's heart trembled. As the core of the School of Mo's ideology, Shang Tong could be said to be engraved in the hearts of every follower of the School of Mo. He kept turning the Mo Fang in his hand, but it was futile. Instead, the more he panicked, the more chaotic the colors of the Mo Fang became.
Meton said proudly, "The ultimate goal of the Mo Fang is to return it to its original color. Therefore, this Mo Fang is also known as Shang Tong Mo Fang."
"Shang Tong Mo Fang!"
Everyone sighed in admiration. No one would have thought that a small cube would be so compatible with the core of the School of Mo's ideology.
At this moment, Yang Siqi was sweating profusely. He was extremely shocked. A simple mechanism technique had actually been integrated into the School of Mo's ideology by Mo Jiazi. The value of the two techniques was naturally incomparable.
"The School of Mohism has benefited the world with its mechanical arts. How could they use their ink skills to create something so ingenious for the entertainment of a small number of people? How could the sages of the School of Mohism pursue such ink skills?" Mo Dun shouted.
Duan Lun panicked. If this continued, Yang Siqi would definitely collapse. He hurriedly said, "The two followers of the School of Mo have their own strengths. Why don't we call it a draw?"
"I've lost!" Yang Siqi sighed and put down the Mo Fang in his hand.
He did not lose because of the Mo Skill, but because he had lost the School of Mo's ideology. Everything he did was to serve the rich and powerful, and he had abandoned the vast majority of the common people. He could imagine that after today, this exquisite Mo Fang would definitely spread throughout the world, and Meton's Shang Tong Mo Fang would definitely be passed down forever. And what about him? After winning a smile from the rich and powerful, what did he end up with?
"Shang Tong Mo Fang, my Dengling Clan accepts our defeat wholeheartedly. I wonder if Mo Jiazi can show us the true Shang Tong Mo Fang." Yang Siqi's eyes lit up as he shouted.
Hearing this, the surrounding people could not help but look at Mo Jiazi expectantly.
Meton revealed a confident expression. He reached out his hand and took a Mo Fang from the audience. He held the Mo Fang with one hand, and his five fingers moved the Mo Fang quickly like a whirlwind.
The entire place suddenly became silent. Only the sound of a needle dropping could be heard. Only the sound of the Mo Fang moving could be heard.
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