It's just a game, why did you dig up my grave?

Outside the Sikou Mansion of Zhou Dynasty.

Chu Xuan and Confucius stood side by side.

They had just sent all the bandits in the village to the Yamen and handed them over to the Sikou who was in charge of public security.

And refused Sikou's offer to stay.

When he came to the door, he looked at Confucius with a complicated expression.

Chu Xuan smiled faintly.

"Qiu, look, the Zhou rituals you talked about have had an effect.

These bandits were influenced by Zhou rites and took the initiative to surrender to the government.

It can be regarded as benefiting the people of the area.

If these bandits are allowed to do whatever they want, I don’t know how many innocent people will be implicated.

You have done a great thing. "

"Mr. Chu, don't make fun of me.

The reason why the bandit surrendered to the government was thanks to Mr. Chu. "

“It doesn’t matter whose credit it is.

Qiu, what I just did is the promotion process of Zhou Li.

It’s just that the promotion of Zhou Li lasted for nearly a hundred years.

Not as radical as me.

These are instilled into the people through state institutions.

I shortened the process so it looks a little weird.

Don’t you really think that the popularity of Zhou Li was achieved by a few people and a few mouths? "

Confucius fell silent upon hearing this.

Just listen to Chu Xuan continue to say.

"I know that you hope to re-establish the Zhou rites so that the people can live and work in peace and contentment.

However, any system needs to be established with the support of the state.

If you want to rebuild the Zhou rites, you must have a monarch who agrees with your point of view.

It is useless to rely on words to persuade bandits or people.

Just like today, these bandits have killed many people.

You persuaded them on the roadside not to go to the cottage, not to hurt their lives, and followed the etiquette.

Save your reputation as a gentleman.

But while you are trying to persuade the bandits, the people are still being harmed.

Is this in line with etiquette?

How is it different from being a hypocrite to watch people suffer for the sake of one's own reputation?

Let me make a digression.

Nowadays, the etiquette system in the world is gradually collapsing, and the princes are constantly launching wars in order to compete for hegemony.

As time goes on, the number of wars will only increase.

Each country's system is constantly innovating to adapt to war.

The Zhou rites of hundreds of years ago no longer meet the needs of kings of various countries.

If you want the king to accept your ideas.

Then you must evolve based on the original Zhou Li.

Innovate new 'rituals' that can adapt to today's world. "

"The Zhou rites were passed down by the saints, how can Qiu Hede compare with the saints?"

"Saints are also human beings.

Time rolls forward and never looks back.

They created Zhou Li hundreds of years ago and are called 'sages'.

But that's the past.

Zhou Li also gradually fell into pieces because it could not adapt to the changes of the times.

So at this time, someone needs to step forward and put the broken Zhou Li back together again in the long river of time.

Evolve, innovate, and form new rituals.

And the person who created all of this is the saint of this era. "

"A saint of this era?"

Confucius murmured to himself.

Various emotions such as struggle and doubt flashed in his eyes.

The whole person seemed to be in a state of war between heaven and man.

Chu Xuan was not in a hurry and waited quietly beside him.

After a long time, the sky turned completely dark.

Finally, Confucius' eyes gradually became clear.

It seems that a decision has been made.

He bowed respectfully to Chu Xuan.

"Thank you sir for the tip.

Mr. Chu's words made Qiu Mao suddenly enlightened.

Enru's reconstruction is actually the teacher of Confucius.

Please accept my worship! "

Chu Xuan took a step to the side and avoided the young man's salute.

Said lightly.

"No need to thank me.

Three people go together there must be my teacher.

Choose the good ones and follow them, and change the bad ones. "

"Sir, what do you mean by this?"

"Three of us go together, and as long as I'm inside, our fighting strength can be equal to that of a division.

When you meet other people on the road, keep those you like and kill those you don't. "

"Great!"

After letting go of the burden in his heart, Kong Qiu originally wanted to follow Chu Xuan.

But he drove him away on the grounds that he "wanted to go his own way."

A few days later.

On the official road of Zheng Guo.

A sturdy young man nearly two meters tall was walking leisurely on the road.

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out from the grass on the roadside.

"You little thief, leave the money and get out of here!"

Looking at the bandits rushing out.

Confucius said gently.

"Have friends come from afar.

Now that you've arrived, just be at ease. "