Chapter 105: Mechanics and Gravitation

"Immortality of achievement, the realm of the Sacred Heart?"

Wang Jing's heart was shocked, and his thoughts were instantly opened.

To be honest, if Lu Fang hadn't mentioned it, he would never have thought about it.

After all, the main purpose of developing classical mechanics was to build the foundation of physics and establish the correct scientific methodology for students in the college.

In Wang Jing's view, as a time traveler, it doesn't matter how much technology he brings that is ahead of his time. What is really important is the enlightenment of scientific thought.

Only by planting a seed called science in people's minds can we drive away the ignorance and stupidity in people's hearts and establish a scientific cognitive system.

"Classical Mechanics" is the scientific methodology that Wang Jing wanted to teach to the disciples of Mohism. It is much more useful to enlighten the Mohists' thoughts than simply teaching them technology.

It is only because of the existence of the power of thought that writing books and biographies is given extraordinary significance in this world.

Although Wang Jing would not immediately receive "congratulations from heaven" and "golden lotuses emerging from the ground" as soon as he took out "Classical Mechanics", as long as he spread it and let more people recognize and believe in this theory, he would be able to obtain powerful power feedback and gather a large amount of thinking energy.

The various schools of thought in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period were canonized as saints by this.

The more Wang Jing thought about it, the more excited he became. He smacked his lips and couldn't help but look forward to it. "When Classical Mechanics spreads all over the world and becomes a must-read textbook, I will be canonized as a saint. But what should I call myself? The Lord of Mechanics? Or the Emperor of Gravitation?"

For a moment, Wang Jing was in a dilemma.

As for Lu Fang, he was not at all troubled now, and he happily added "Mechanics" into Mo Jing. He even thought that if his ancestor knew about it, he would jump out of his coffin with joy.

Then Lu Fang continued to study and asked, "Master, the text is easy to understand, but what are these strange symbols?"

Lu Fang pointed at the lines of mechanical formulas above, his expression slightly confused, and looked at Wang Jing with curiosity and expectation.

"Oh, these are all physics formulas. I will teach you slowly."

Seeing that Lu Fang was so eager to learn, Wang Jing had no choice but to teach him step by step the Arabic numerals that originated in India, as well as the meaning of various symbols in formulas and theorems.

However, Lu Fang completely grasped and understood it after only studying it once, which made Wang Jing stunned and call him an expert.

Wang Jing really didn't expect that the subordinate he just randomly recruited would turn out to be a top student?
In terms of intelligence, Lu Fang is undoubtedly a genius, especially in mathematics and physics.

In later times, a top student like him would definitely be the kind of top student that all major middle schools would pay to send to study.

It’s a pity that in China before the Tang Dynasty, folk geniuses like Lu Fang had no chance to succeed. His origin as a carpenter’s family alone doomed him to work like a slave for dignitaries all his life.

You know, in the Yanhan Dynasty, such a good thing as selecting filial and honest officials was generally only granted to people from aristocratic families and powerful families. How could a commoner like Lu Fang, who was born a carpenter and a descendant of the "non-mainstream school" Mohism, want to stand out?

Even if Wang Jing had not brought Lu Fang from Chenliu, Yanzhou to Luoyang and cultivated him carefully, and if Moshi, the Mohist mechanical beast, had not explored his potential and taught him Mohism, Lu Fang would probably still be worried about how to make a living. He was the youngest son in the family and could not inherit much of the family business. After he turned 20, he had to separate and start making a living on his own.

It can only be said that meeting Wang Jing is the greatest luck in Lu Fang’s life.

And now, he has the opportunity to showcase his talents.

The three laws of classical mechanics are not complicated. Lu Fang memorized them all after learning them once. He also respectfully saluted Wang Jing as a disciple: "Thank you for your teachings and teachings. With these three laws of mechanics, the restoration of Mohism is finally possible!"

After bowing deeply to Wang Jing, Lu Fang stood up and said goodbye.

Now he can't wait to add "Mechanics" into "Mojing" and teach it to other Mohist disciples.

However, before Lu Fang could leave, Shi A and two secret guards suddenly came to the gate and brought back bad news: "My lord, the Mohist Academy at Jinyang Gate was smashed."

"what!"

Lu Fang was startled and stood up suddenly. He was always timid and cowardly, but after hearing this news, his eyes were blazing with anger, "Who on earth is so bold and presumptuous?"

Although the dozen or so small school buildings were simple and crude, unable to shelter from wind or rain, they were carrying the hopes of the Mohists and were the cornerstone for the future development of Mohism.

Now when he heard that the school building was smashed, Lu Fang immediately became furious and could not control his anger.

Wang Jing, on the other hand, although his heart was boiling with anger, his expression remained calm enough, and he asked solemnly, "Have you found out who did it?"

Shi A sighed helplessly, but answered truthfully: "They are students from the Imperial College in the south of the city, and the leader is Sima Lang, the eldest son of Sima Fang, the Imperial Censor."

The Zhishu Shiyushi was just a minor official with a salary of 600 dan, a position similar to that of a judge. With Wang Jing's current power and status, he didn't need to be taken seriously at all.

However, when he heard Sima Fang's name, Wang Jing was stunned for a moment, because although this man was not famous, he had a son who would become famous in the Three Kingdoms in the future.

Zhuge Liang's lifelong enemy!
The most powerful villain in the Three Kingdoms!
Sima Yi!
Oh my goodness, Sima Yi’s elder brother comes to ruin my place?
Wang Jing didn't know how to complain for a moment. It seemed that decades later, his cousin Wang Ling fell into the hands of Sima Yi, and in the end, the three clans of the Taiyuan Wang family were exterminated.

Is this considered new hatred or old grudge?

Although Wang Ling was still alive and well at this time and Sima Yi was still a naughty kid in his early teens, Wang Jing still decided to put the blame on the Sima family.

Kill my whole family, right?
You want to destroy my place, right?
We have to give your Sima family some strength!
Wang Jing looked at Shi A: "Where are the people?"

Shi A was stared at by Wang Jing, and cold sweat broke out on both sides of his forehead. "He hid in the Imperial College. I wanted to lead people in to search for him, but was stopped."

Wang Jing put his hands behind his back and sneered, "Oh, you're trying to play that on me? Who stopped you?"

"Grandmaster of Rites, Ma Ritian."

"Good, very good. You, a mere rubbish of the Nine Ministers, dare to put on airs with me? It seems that because I haven't killed anyone recently, you all think that I, a fierce tiger, have become a sick cat, right?"

Wang Jing was really furious at this moment. He still wanted to be the Lord of Mechanics and the Emperor of Gravity. How could he tolerate anyone blocking his way?
You know, this is a vengeance that blocks the way!
Previously, Wang Jing thought that as long as he protected the printing factory, it would be fine. After all, the machines in the printing factory were valuable and took up a lot of man-hours. It would be very troublesome if they were damaged by someone.

But Wang Jing never expected that the first place where the accident occurred was not the printing factory, but those worthless and shabby bookstores.

Now that the teaching buildings of Mohist Academy have been smashed, it can be rebuilt at any time, but the key point is that this behavior is equivalent to slapping oneself in the face!
This is intolerable! What else can’t be intolerable?
Wang Jing laughed out of anger, and immediately ordered Shi A, "You must gather five hundred Tiqi in the name of the Sili Xiaowei, and I will dispatch another hundred Tielin Jianwei to accompany you. Imperial Academy, right? This time I will personally go in and arrest the people, and see who dares to stop me."

Standing next to Wang Jing, Shi A could feel a chill and immediately followed behind him nervously, not daring to say a word.

Wang Jing led hundreds of soldiers, holding long black iron swords, and headed straight for the south of the city.

The sound of horse hooves swept across the fields, and the raised dust filled the air. Wang Jing was tall and had a heroic face. He was dressed in military uniform and had a tremendous momentum, which attracted the attention of passers-by around him.

"Who is this person? How dare he gallop on his horse on the official road, so arrogant?"

"Keep your voice down! Do you want to die?"

"What's the matter? Can't I say something fair?"

"If you want to die, just jump into the river. That's Marquis Qi!"

"Hiss~ He is Qi Hou! I take back what I just said!"

Today, Wang Jing's reputation in Luoyang is at its peak. Anyone who dares to say anything bad about him will be scolded at the least. He is more likely to be thrown rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs by the surrounding people, or even be beaten.

In the past, some outsiders who thought they were so powerful had suffered great losses, but now, through word of mouth, they have basically learned their lesson.

After all, for the people of Luoyang City, Wang Jing killed the tyrannical Dong Zhuo and saved the people from danger several times.

If you scold such a good person, then you must be a bad person!
The people's thoughts are so simple that they know clearly in their hearts who is good to them and who is bad to them, even if they don't say it.

Under the gaze of countless people, Wang Jing rode his horse and galloped all the way to the Imperial College. The guards on duty outside the gate were so scared by Wang Jing's aggressive approach that their legs went limp. However, due to their duty, they could only bite the bullet and step forward to stop him: "Stop, this is the Imperial College. If you want to enter, please dismount first!"

Wang Jing was too lazy to talk nonsense. After getting off the horse, he threw away the reins, walked forward, and said coldly: "Tell Ma Ritian to come out and see me."

The guard did not recognize Wang Jing, although he could see that Wang Jing was dressed luxuriously and must be of an extraordinary identity.

But the guards looked at each other and still did not take any action, because behind him was the Imperial Academy, and even if the emperor came, he could only enter on foot, as this was the rule.

As for the powerful and wealthy, how many have been received by the Imperial Academy?

Therefore, when they saw Wang Jingzhen dismount, their legs immediately became stronger, and they even dared to come forward and shouted, "Who do you think you are? Do you think you can see the Taichang just because you want to? Don't you think you have the qualifications?"

"Oh? Is there anyone in this world that I, Wang Jing, am not qualified to meet?"

Wang Jing smiled coldly, but what he said was earth-shattering.

"Wang...Wang Jing?"

After hearing Wang Jing's introduction, the guards were so frightened that their teeth chattered. Then their knees weakened and they all knelt on the ground: "I didn't know that you were in front of Marquis Qi. I was negligent. Please forgive me!"

Wang Jing was too lazy to argue with the guard dogs. He didn't even raise his eyelids. His voice became even colder and his tone was also very unfriendly: "Where is Ma Ritian?"

"Marquis Qi wants to see me?"

Ma Ritian walked out leisurely and looked at Wang Jing with a slightly smug look on his face.

The smashing of the library was naturally done by him secretly instigating the students of the Imperial College. The purpose was also very simple, that is, to use this to attack the Mohist school and highlight the dominant position of Confucianism.

Now it seems that the effect is good. Maybe if we send people to smash it a few more times in the future, those Mohist disciples who are ignorant of the danger will surely retreat.

Luoyang is the Luoyang of Confucianism. How can it allow these inferior schools that are not worthy of being in the upper class to get involved?
Seeing that Wang Jing had bad intentions, Ma Riti was not afraid at all. He had even made up his mind that no matter what Wang Jing asked, he would say he knew nothing about it.

But Wang Jing had no intention of asking him. If soft tactics didn't work, he would use hard tactics and directly ordered Shi A to go in and arrest the person: "You are now a mature Si Li Xiao Wei. You should learn to go in and arrest people by yourself."

Shi A was in a very difficult situation. He grew up in Luoyang and naturally knew the status of Imperial College in the eyes of Luoyang people.

If possible, he really didn't want to rush into the Imperial College to arrest people.

After all, this is Taixue!

Even the emperor had come here to attend lectures. How many ministers in the court came from the Imperial Academy?
Countless!

Even among the coalition forces of princes outside Hulao Pass, there were a large number of people who graduated from the Imperial Academy. For example, such influential figures as Yuan Shao and Cao Cao also studied at the Imperial Academy when they were young.

Not to mention the students in the Imperial Academy, who were from famous families and had prominent statuses, many of whom were nephews and nieces of powerful officials in the court. If he were to break in and arrest people like this, wouldn't he offend all the civil and military officials in the court?
But Shi A had no choice but to obey Wang Jing's order. He gritted his teeth and finally led his men to rush in directly: "Taichang, I'm sorry."

Seeing that Shi A dared to force his way in, Ma Riti was immediately furious: "How dare you! This is the Imperial Academy!"

"If the emperor breaks the law, he will be punished just like the common people. Could it be that the Imperial Academy is a place outside the law? And what you did, Taichang, is tantamount to knowingly breaking the law. By shielding a criminal like this, you should be punished with an even greater crime, right?"

Wang Jing's eyes were sharp. He drew out his sword and fiercely stabbed Ma Ritian. His tone became contemptuous: "I call you Taichang only to give you face. If I don't give you face, who do you think you are, Ma Ritian? Times have changed. Don't put on airs as a Confucian scholar. If I don't cause trouble, you should be happy instead of running to provoke me without knowing whether you will live or die."

As an important official in the imperial court, he actually spoke so rudely and even broke up with her in public, making it difficult for him to save face.

Facing the aggressive Wang Jing, Ma Riti was so angry that his three bodies jumped up and down, and he couldn't even speak clearly. He pointed at Wang Jing with a trembling finger and scolded: "Qi Hou, do you really want to be an enemy of the Confucian scholars in the world?!"

Wang Jing was too lazy to talk nonsense with Ma Riti: "Go in and arrest people. Anyone who dares to block the way will be punished with the same crime. If anyone resists, kill them without mercy!"

If killing a chicken to scare the monkeys is necessary, Wang Jing doesn't mind letting the Imperial Academy be stained with blood, so as to remind these arrogant Confucian scholars that times have changed and that he is not easy to mess with.

"Marquis Qi, you are so bold that you dare to use force in this sacred place of Imperial College. Aren't you afraid of being criticized by the Confucian scholars in the world?"

Ma Ritian and his men were almost going crazy with rage. Seeing that they were powerless to stop Shi A and his men from forcing their way in, they could only shout out in tears, hoping to use public opinion and the people's will to make Wang Jing give up.

But Wang Jing refused to buy his words and sneered in retort: ​​"The Imperial Academy is a place to listen to the teachings of the saints, not a place for you to harbor filth and dirt. The one who truly tarnished this land is not me, but you, the so-called Confucian scholars who have become corrupt and arrogant."

Seeing that the conflict was about to break out, a teenager suddenly walked out from the crowd and stood in front of Wang Jing calmly: "Lord Qi, can you listen to what I have to say?"

This young man has delicate features and an upright posture. Although he is still young, he gives people a sense of maturity and stability.

In such a huge Imperial Academy, he was the only one who dared to stand before Wang Jing. This showed that he had extraordinary courage and intelligence.

Shi A was furious: "Where did you come from, you little brat? How can you have the right to speak here!?"

It seemed like a fierce rebuke, but in fact, Shi A was worried that the young man in front of him would say something rude and anger Wang Jing, making the situation even more difficult to handle.

However, Wang Jing felt a vibration coming from his waist. The Hongming Sword, which was specially used to kill emperors on earth, was actually stirring, and its target was clearly directed at the handsome young man in front of him.

Wang Jing suddenly became interested and decided to give him a chance to speak: "What's your name?"

"My surname is Sima, and my given name is Yi."

"Oh, you are Sima Yi?"

After listening to the young man's introduction, Wang Jing looked at him with interest. He didn't expect that the first time he met Sima Yi was when he came to the Imperial College to capture his elder brother.

"Marquis Qi has heard of me?"

Seeing Wang Jing's strange expression, Sima Yi could not hide his surprise. He was not even eleven years old yet. Although he had already shown extraordinary character and wisdom within the family, he was not well-known outside.

Sima Yi at the present time probably would not have imagined that, according to the established trajectory and destiny, decades later his three sons would usurp the throne of Cao Wei and establish the Western Jin regime, with all three sons ascending to the throne and becoming emperors on earth.

It is also because of this that the aura of a true dragon emperor in him is even stronger than that of Liu Xie.

After all, Liu Xie was just a puppet throughout his life, while the Western Jin Dynasty was a Han dynasty with a legitimate origin and a name recorded in history.

"What a pity. Now is not a good time to kill someone."

Wang Jing's hand gently pressed on the hilt of the knife, but he did not draw the knife from the sheath, and killed Sima Yi on the spot.

You can do it, but it's not necessary.

After all, the existence of the power of thought means that fame is no longer just a false reputation, but is directly related to the level of spiritual cultivation.

Therefore, unless Wang Jing intends to embark on Dong Zhuo's bloody journey, wash the world with blood, and slaughter all living beings to prove his own imperial way, he cannot kill people indiscriminately, but must punish them according to the law and have a legitimate reason.

But the hint of murderous intent that was just revealed was caught by Sima Yi, who was observant and sharp-eyed.

He suddenly felt a chill down his spine, his clothes soaked with cold sweat, and he was extremely shocked: "Marquis Qi actually wants to kill me? Why? I have never offended him!"

After this close call with death, Sima Yi was almost scared to death, but he couldn't understand why it was his three future sons' fault.

Wang Jing restrained his murderous intent. Although the Hongming Sword feeds on the energy of the true dragon emperor, the dragon fights in the wild and its color is dark yellow. To slay the dragon, one must do it fairly. At this time, Sima Yi has not yet awakened to his destiny, and killing him is tantamount to killing the chicken to get the eggs.

For pigs, of course, it is best to fatten them up before slaughtering them to maximize profits.

(End of this chapter)