“Ah, I haven't fully introduced myself yet. I am Zhuo Qingshui, a disciple of the Mo Sect, and also an associate professor at Kyoto University.”
Qingshui smiled slightly and extended his hand to Ma Xianhong.
“Village Chief Ma can find my information on the official website of the Master's Supervisor at Kyoto University, because I will probably start recruiting graduate students this year. So, please rest assured, I am really just an ordinary Heteromorph interested in refining.”
“Tea… Professor?! So young?”
Fu Rong looked at the young man beside her with surprise, who looked about the same age as her.
He didn't look like he was over thirty years old? How could he be an associate professor? Even if he wasn't an old man or woman, he should at least be a middle-aged person, right?
“So, you are from the Mo Sect. Then it seems that Mr. Zhuo's purpose here is different from Fu Rong and the others who were forced to come to She Village because of some things?”
“I have a grand-aunt martial ancestor named Zhang Xuan.”
Qingshui glanced at Fu Rong and said to Ma Xianhong.
Within the Mo Sect, he indeed had a grand-aunt martial ancestor named Zhang Xuan.
That person was his grandmaster Ou Yuan's martial uncle.
And this Ms. Zhang Xuan also had another identity.
One of the Thirty-Six Outcasts!
There was surprise, doubt, and scrutiny.
Ma Xianhong stared at Qingshui for a few seconds, then slightly turned his head.
“Guo Liang, take Miss Fu for a walk around the village. I will take care of Professor Zhuo.”
“Yes, Cult Leader. Miss Fu, please come with me.”
Guo Liang led the ignorant Fu Rong away from the small courtyard.
“Would you like some tea?”
Ma Xianhong turned and walked towards the stone table in the courtyard, asking.
“Do you have cola?”
“Have a seat first, the cola will be here soon.”
Ma Xianhong sat down on the chair and gestured to Qingshui to sit.
“Did your Mo Sect clean up Zhang Xuan's mess themselves?”
“No, she knelt in front of the statue of Mozi and committed suicide in front of the spirit tablets of the successive Mo family patriarchs. Seventy years ago, my grandmaster experienced this event completely.”
Qingshui followed and sat on the stone stool, answering.
He is the re-transmission disciple of the contemporary Mo family leader, an associate professor with two degrees from a TOP2 university, and a Fields Medal winner in the bag. He has already entered the core of the Mo Sect.
Information about these modern sects is open to him.
Ma Xianhong was silent for a while.
The Thirty-Six Outcasts became sworn brothers, and apart from Wu Gensheng and the creators of the Eight Wonders, all the remaining people were, without exception, purged by their respective sects and hunted to death.
Ma Xianhong was worried about the Mo Sect's attitude, whether they would still hold a hostile attitude towards him, a successor of the Eight Wonders and a remnant of the Thirty-Six Outcasts.
However, he did not feel any hostility from Qingshui.
“Are you here for the Divine Machine Crafts?”
“Yes, but that's just one of my purposes.”
Qingshui looked at Ma Xianhong and said.
“Hmm? One of?”
“The other purpose was born after I stepped into this village.”
A bottle of cola was brought up by a flower-like puppet.
Qingshui took the cola and looked at the puppet dressed like an ancient maid.
The craftsmanship was exquisite and seamless. Ma Xianhong's level was very good.
It's just this aesthetic…
I can't agree with it.
Couldn't he make it look a little better? I don't ask to make it look like those beautiful female stars, but it shouldn't be made into this creepy look.
It's a bit grotesque.
“Another purpose? Professor Zhuo means…”
“To save you.”
With a hiss, Qingshui unscrewed the bottle cap and said.
Hiss! Ha!
Happy water is still the best.
Ma Xianhong suddenly laughed.
“I heard that the ancient Moists, the eloquent speakers were no less than the Legalists and Strategists, who could use a mouth to persuade a monarch to give up launching a war with practical actions. Are you planning to learn from your predecessors and use rhetoric to capture people's minds as soon as you come up, and bring the conversation into your rhythm?”
Qingshui also laughed.
“When I came in just now, I found that most of the Heteromorphs here in Village Chief Ma's place are not quite right, like… they are all newly born Heteromorphs.”
The expression on Ma Xianhong's face froze slightly.
“There are so many people in this world, and new Heteromorphs are born at any time. This is normal, but what is not normal is that there are so many newly born Heteromorphs here, so I boldly guess that Village Chief Ma, you have mastered a method that can turn ordinary people into Heteromorphs.”
“So what?”
Ma Xianhong asked.
“It's nothing to me, but to the Company, this method is not allowed to exist, at least, even if it exists, it must be in the hands of the public.”
Qingshui put down the cola bottle and replied.
“Handing it over to the public is not necessarily a good thing. There are so many people in this world, and everyone lives in this world. People in this country have their own joys, sorrows, and happiness. Since everyone is born, wealth and poverty are determined, and the level of intelligence is determined.
But intelligence can be improved through learning, and wealth can be obtained through ability, but why can't Heteromorphs? Some people are born Heteromorphs, and some people can become Heteromorphs through cultivation, but why do more people not even have a chance to change?
They want to, and I happen to have the ability to change these, to achieve education for all, so why hand it over to the public?
Will they give everyone who wants to become a Heteromorph a chance?”
Ma Xianhong questioned Qingshui.
By saying this, he has already admitted that he has a way to help ordinary people become Heteromorphs.
Tsk…
Honest people, shouldn't they deny it at this time, either fool around or drag the topic over?
No wonder this little brother was tricked by Zhang Chulan, a nineteen-year-old college student, in the original timeline, recognized him as a godfather, dismantled the furnace for his godfather, and was even beaten up by temporary workers.
Ma Xianhong is really not scheming at all!
Then I can flicker more aggressively!
“So this is why I'm here to help you choose a new path.”
Qingshui held out a finger to Ma Xianhong and said:
“Village Chief Ma, do you know the population red line?”
After speaking, without waiting for Ma Xianhong to answer, Qingshui continued:
“This is a population ratio researched by countries around the world, which is 50000:1, meaning the ratio of the Heteromorph population that the world can tolerate to the world population. Of course, this is the ideal ratio.
If the Heteromorph population continues to increase, the risk of ordinary people noticing Heteromorphs on a large scale will also increase. If the existence of Heteromorphs is made public on a large scale, it will first cause social panic, not to mention racial awareness, artificial class divisions, and a series of social problems such as various ambitious people causing trouble.”
When the actual ratio excessively exceeds the ideal, events similar to the medieval Church's suppression of wizards and witch hunts will occur."
"Five ten-thousands to one?"
Ma Xianhong frowned slightly.
"Fourteen hundred million divided by fifty thousand… that's less than thirty thousand. Why do I feel like there are more than thirty thousand people in the circle?"
"That's why it's an ideal ratio. In reality, the number has long been exceeded."
Qingshui took another swig of his happy water, wiped his mouth, felt the gas surging into his mouth, and burped.
"Each sect has its own rules and regulations to restrain its members with abilities. There's also the Company, which handles and controls related events at any time. Furthermore, there are related institutions like the military that absorb some ability users. So even if there's an excess, there's still some room for redundancy."
"The 'one' in the ratio of fifty thousand to one refers to the number of free ability users not subject to these related constraints. Currently, the actual number of ability users in the country is around seventy to eighty thousand."
"So, the number of unaffiliated ability users in the ability user world hasn't even reached half?"
"That's right. Becoming an ability user isn't that easy. Most of them aren't passed down through the traditions of various sects?"
Qingshui took another swig of cola, as if drinking alcohol, looked at Ma Xianhong, half-bluffing and half-serious, and said:
"Although this is our first meeting, and it's not appropriate to speak deeply, Old Ma, I can feel that your character is this!"
Qingshui gave Old Ma a thumbs up.
"We, the disciples of the Mo family, also uphold the Mohist ancestor's philosophy of universal love and non-aggression, that people are neither rich nor poor, and all are equal. So, I'll say some things.
It's naturally a good thing for everyone to be like a dragon. The thing you're doing, the intention is good, but the path is wrong. You won't succeed doing it this way."
Ma Xianhong pursed his lips.
"How can I succeed if I don't try?"
"With your current strength and influence, Old Ma, let alone the Company, who among the current Ten Elders can you beat? If you do this, you'll be discovered by them sooner or later. What you'll face then won't just be the Ten Elders."
"The Ten Elders, I may not be unable to fight them!"
Ma Xianhong said confidently.
This silly child, can't understand human language, right?
"I said it's not just the Ten Elders."
"At that time, I won't just be the me I am now."
Ma Xianhong replied in a rather chuunibyou tone.
"Old Ma, Old Ma, you probably haven't fought with many other people, right? The most you've probably come into contact with are these ordinary ability users in your village, right? I think you haven't seen the combat power of the Ten Elders level, let alone the Two Heroes and One Paragon."
"Not necessarily ordinary, right? Zhao Guizhen, the Taoist priest of Maoshan, and Harichagai from the grasslands, I think they would be considered experts anywhere."
"That depends on your definition of an expert, Village Chief Ma. No matter what, the resistance you'll face in the future will be absolutely enormous, because what the country wants is to maintain stability. Even if you gather more experts, can you still fight against the country, fight against the army?
It's not me bragging, but the fact is, in front of the army, no matter how awesome an ability user is, they're no match. Even Xiang Yu, who was the pinnacle of the ability user world two thousand years ago, was ultimately defeated by Liu Bang, who was just an ordinary person, let alone these modern weapons."
Ma Xianhong lowered his eyes.
"Professor Zhuo, if you're visiting Biyou Village as a friend, an artificer, I sincerely welcome you. But if you're here to persuade me, then forget it. I know you mean well, but I won't give up. Everyone has their own path to walk, a path of 'though there are ten thousand people, I shall go'."
Ma Xianhong picked up his teacup.
This was a signal to see him off.
"Look, Village Chief Ma, I already said, I'm helping you choose a new path, not telling you to give up."
Qingshui pretended not to understand Ma Xianhong's meaning of offering tea, and smiled.
What to leave? He hadn't even tricked Shenji Bailian out yet!
So Qingshui continued to coax:
"A path that can both make everyone like a dragon and not disrupt social stability, that the country can accept and actively promote, causing a change in the times."
"Speak."
"You come and help me, rise to a high position. Believe me, I have this ability, absolutely. Because I have a lot of things in my grasp, things you can't even imagine, and they're very important to this country, so important that once they appear, they can't be given up, and they have to treat me like a person more awesome than Einstein. At that time, I'll definitely have the ability to promote these things.
Believe me, using scientific technology and methods, using the power of the second most powerful country on this planet to promote these things, will definitely be much, much better than your crude method."
"Pfft…"
Ma Xianhong couldn't help but laugh.
"Do I look that naive? More awesome than Einstein? Don't fool me, I'm a person who went to college."
"Which university?"
Qingshui felt that Ma Xianhong's level in artifact manufacturing was very high. Although the person was indeed quite simple, his IQ should not be low, and his education might not be bad.
"Nanhang, studied mechanical engineering, systematically learned some things, and came to this village to live in seclusion after graduation."
"Not bad. Are you interested in applying for my graduate studies?"
"Forget it, I've been out of school for five or six years. Let's talk about something else. You said before that you are also an artificer, so what about the magic weapons you made?"
Ma Xianhong waved his hand, not very concerned.
It didn't matter. He just needed to know that the person in front of him had no hostility towards him, and had no intention of disrupting what he wanted to do. That was enough.
"I haven't made any magic weapons yet, but I have other works."
Qingshui smiled slightly, took out the Devouring Pouch, and released Platinum.
While still sitting in the chair, in the next instant, Platinum flew towards Qingshui under the effect of the chakra threads, completing the assembly in a few seconds.
"How is it? Isn't it very handsome?"
"It looks a lot like the Armor Hero I watched when I was a kid. I'm starting to believe the bragging you were doing just now."
Ma Xianhong looked at the futuristic silver-white robot in front of him with amazement, and then took out a printed book from his pocket.
"Actually, I also know that you came here for this. I was planning to show it to you before asking you to leave, but now, I'll still give you the book, but I have another idea."
"Hmm?"
Qingshui's gaze was quickly attracted by the book.
This was the purpose of his coming here.
Shenji Bailian.
Old Ma was a very honest person. As long as he had a certain recognition of you, it was very easy to obtain Shenji Bailian from him.
Upholding the idea of teaching without discrimination, Ma Xianhong didn't mind passing on Shenji Bailian.
