Originally, Luo Xingchen didn't have much interest in the Mohist puppetry technique.

But after seeing the white tiger puppet beast, he realized that he had underestimated the Mo family's puppetry technique.

It's hard to imagine that the ancestors of the Mohist family hundreds of years ago had such high technology.

It's a pity that such high-level technology was not used to benefit the people, but was hidden and shelved, and eventually disappeared.

This is not only a loss for the Mohist family, but also a loss for the people of Daqi.

"Old village chief, was this white tiger puppet made by the ancestor five hundred years ago?" Luo Xingchen asked.

"Yes, it was made by our ancestors. Look at the sign here and the engravings of our ancestors."

The old village chief pointed to one of the corners of the white tiger puppet beast.

"Mo Tianjiao! The ancestor's name is Mo Tianjiao?" Luo Xingchen took a look and said in surprise.

"This is not the original name of our ancestor, it is the name he changed later." The old village chief was a little embarrassed. This name was indeed a bit too narcissistic.

"However, this name was given to me by my ancestors. He is the chosen one, the favored son of Heaven!" Luo Xingchen said something fair.

The narcissism and high-profile may be true, but this is not bragging. The ancestor's skills are truly powerful and have reached a peak.

"Did the ancestors only leave one puppet beast? Are there any others?" Luo Xingchen asked.

"Yes, according to the records passed down by the Mohist family, our ancestors spent more than ten years making the four most powerful puppet beasts, namely Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku, and Xuanwu, with different abilities. But unfortunately,

The only one left now is the white tiger puppet beast. The other three puppet beasts are all missing and their whereabouts are unknown." The old village chief lamented.

"Don't you have any clues?" Luo Xingchen asked.

"There is one, it seems to be Xuanwu, and it was acquired by someone overseas. The Suzaku may be in the north. I have never heard of Qinglong, nor have I seen it." The old village chief said.

"That's really a pity."

Luo Xingchen also felt regretful. It would be great if all four puppet beasts were here.

"Dad, I'm going out with my armor." Mo Chi said.

"Two adults, we in Mo Village are not ungrateful people. As long as it can help us tide over the difficulties, I will be willing to give up the Mo family's puppetry skills left by our ancestors, and even the white tiger puppet beast."

After Mo Chi left, the old village chief suddenly said seriously.

"Isn't this inappropriate? The Mo family's mechanism puppet technique is a secret of the Moh family, and the white tiger puppet beast is also a treasure of the Moh family. How can we be embarrassed to take it," Luo Xingchen said.

"Master Luo, Master Zi, to tell you the truth, I have long been discouraged. If the Mo family doesn't change its mind, I'm afraid they won't be able to escape the fate of destruction." The old village chief looked a little lonely.

"Why is this? It's not like the Mo family has no descendants." Luo Xingchen asked doubtfully.

"What's the use of having descendants!"

"The mechanism puppet technique inherited by the Mo family is definitely not something that ordinary people can learn. It takes the best genius to find out its secrets. Since the death of our ancestors, the Moh family has never produced a genius. The Moh family's mechanism puppet technique...

…In five hundred years, the descendants got more than one or two, but in the end, they all chose to seal them back in the treasury of their ancestors.”

"The reason is very simple. The art of machine puppetry is placed in front of them. They have tried their best to learn it, but they just can't learn it. Some even have less qualifications. They can't even understand what their ancestors wrote, except for sealing it.

, what can they do?”

The old village chief smiled bitterly.

"Old village chief, have you ever seen the real puppetry technique?" Luo Xingchen asked.

"No." The old village chief shook his head.

"You have the map in hand, why don't you go take a look?" Luo Xingchen said.

"My ancestors left behind a simple manuscript, which is probably less than one-tenth of the original. As for those relatively simple mechanical techniques, even at this age, I haven't mastered them all. With this ability, how can I expect to get an original copy?"

Woolen cloth?"

"The words left by the ancestor who left the manuscript are a warning to future generations. Those who cannot understand the manuscript should never go looking for the original copy. That would be a harm to themselves." The old village chief sighed.

"Is it really that difficult?"

Luo Xingchen was a little skeptical.

"Afterwards, I will present the manuscript to Mr. Luo for reading first."

"It's not that I don't want to give it to you on purpose. It's actually that the manuscript is placed in a courtyard in Fengle County and I don't have time to pick it up now," the old village chief said.

"There's no rush. We'll wait until the little tiger baby is rescued."

"And I always feel there's something fishy here. Are those people... really the Ah Qing from back then?"

Luo Xingchen narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I can't confirm this, it's just a guess." The old village chief said.

…

The location chosen for the exchange was Mo Yunlin.

This place was chosen by the puppet master, and the old village chief and his party agreed.

Mo Chi found six people with the highest martial arts skills in the village, put on the armor specially made by the Mo family, and followed the old village chief.

Although the old village chief is not young, he is not weak in skills and has the ability to protect himself.

Moreover, the old village chief came directly on the white tiger puppet beast.

The white tiger puppet beast walked like the wind, with Mo Chi and others following behind, running wildly all the way, but they could only keep up in front of them.

When Mo Yunlin could be seen in the distance, the old village chief slowed down and allowed the white tiger puppet beast to advance slowly. At the same time, Mo Chi and others slowed down to recover their strength.

"You're too late!"

A gloomy sound floated out from the Moyun Forest.

Three black shadows floated out without touching the ground and landed in front of Moyun Forest.

"Puppet Master, bring out the little tiger baby. We want to make sure that the little tiger baby is safe." The old village chief shouted angrily.

"The little tiger baby is here."

The gloomy voice fell, and the screams of the little tiger cubs immediately echoed in the woods.

"Father, mother, grandpa..."

The little tiger baby was pushed out, exposed, and soon pulled into the forest.

"How's it going? We've confirmed that the little tiger baby is okay. Where is the map? Where is it?"

"You didn't even show your face and came out with a few puppets. You are not sincere. I can't show you the map."

The old village chief refused directly.

"Who said I only use puppets? Am I not here myself? You are telling lies with your eyes open."

Among the three men in black, the man in black on the left suddenly raised his head, and his hair that was originally hanging down parted to both sides, revealing a mask with hollow patterns.

Although she couldn't see her face clearly, judging from her eyes, this woman was indeed a living person, not a puppet controlled by a puppet master.

"Where's the map? Show it to me. Don't try to fool me with a fake one." The woman in black said impatiently.

The old village chief didn't say anything, but stared at the woman in black, as if trying to tell something from the exposed eyes.
Chapter completed!