King from scratch

Even if the time was pushed back an hour, He Xingwen would never have imagined that he would spend the day just after the final exam in the library.

He even couldn't understand what kind of spirit this old man, who had never met before, took so many books from the bookshelf.

He Xingwen glanced at the mountain of books on his left, and thought deeply about what he was doing.

He really wanted to communicate with the system—of course, it wouldn't be wrong to interpret this as looking for foreign aid.

But it was a pity that the old man was sitting diagonally across from him, holding a book and reading it with gusto.

He Xingwen touched the headset in his pocket, and gave up the idea of ​​communicating with the system.

While he did run into a little hiccup, he was able to fix it even without the help of the system.

It's just that most of the time, people are always used to taking shortcuts.

He Xingwen looked back, he flipped through a few books, and based on the classification of these books, he found the law of the other party's holding books.

history and philosophy.

For the time being, he hasn't seen how this has anything to do with their previous conversation, and how it has anything to do with rules, morality, and conscience.

But he didn't question it.

Instead, he read them quickly—picking at random what interested him.

He Xingwen's reading was suspended after the sky darkened.

He glanced at the few books on his right, then at the mountains of books on his left, and finally looked diagonally.

The old man on the diagonal has long since disappeared.

"Excuse me..." He Xingwen found the staff of the library: "Can these books not be put back in their original places for the time being?"

The other party looked back at the direction he was pointing at: "Oh, no problem, but I noticed that you looked over there all afternoon..."

"I mean, there's a lot of these books."

"Yes, so it will take a little time." He Xingwen: "But it shouldn't be too long."

"No problem." The staff readily agreed to him: "See you tomorrow."

For several days in a row, He Xingwen reported in the library on time to eliminate the piles of books.

He buried his head in the sea of ​​books alone, reading the parts he was interested in. Compared with the revival and decline of the dynasty, he preferred the process of establishing the dynasty.

As he finished the section, the number on the icon that had remained unchanged throughout changed: 1/3.

He Xingwen stopped and looked at the page under his hand.

A line of titles jumped into his sight "Is it the king's land under the whole world?" He Xingwen stared at it for a few seconds, closed the book, and opened the next one.

After the part of history that interested him was declared over, he turned to philosophy.

He doesn't like those complicated philosophical definitions, he prefers the initial thinking of human beings and human institutions by those sages in philosophy.

It took him a while, because reading philosophy is far more difficult than reading history.

Huaguo's history is part of Huaguo's culture, but philosophy?

This thing can drive many people crazy.

But hard work always pays off. After carefully flipping through the parts he liked and excluding most of the parts he wasn't interested in, the number on the icon jumped again and became 2/3.

He Xingwen rubbed his temples, lowered his head and scanned the pages of the book in his hand.

"Man is born free, but he is everywhere in chains. He who thinks he is the master of everything else is more a slave than everything else." - Note: Rousseau: "On the Origin and Foundation of Human Inequality"

He liked the line, even though it sounded out of place with the word kingdom.

He Xingwen closed the book and looked to the left. Apart from history and philosophy, there were two other books that did not belong to these two categories.

They are placed at the bottom, buried by books one after another, and if you haven't read the mountains of books, you may never be found.

"The Analects of Confucius" and "Mencius".

He Xingwen reached out to pick up the "Mencius" that was closer to him.

He flipped a page casually, and his eyes fell on the book. The sentence he saw hadn't caught his eyes yet, and the number on the icon had changed: 3/3.

And the line of words was only received by the brain through the sight at this moment.

"The old is old, and the old is the old; the young is the young, and the young is the young."——Note: "Mencius. Liang Huiwang [-]"

The efficiency of acquiring rules is so efficient that it is hard not to think about whether his previous behavior of reading history and philosophy was a waste of time.

He Xingwen closed "Mencius", got up and walked out, stopped when passing by the library staff, and said softly: "I have finished reading..." He paused for a while, and continued: "Please tell the old man for me , thank you very much."

The other party was obviously a little surprised. He looked over He Xingwen and looked at the desk: "Mr. Mo said that if you finish reading, let me tell you."

"Whether it is rules, morality or conscience, there is no single definition to explain it."

He stumbled and said: "From ancient Greece to the present, people have never stopped thinking about it. When you think you can define it, then..."

"Perhaps you are on a dangerous path."

This is the answer.

Why did "Mencius" and "The Analects" come after history and philosophy, and why did he read those piles of books before he saw those two books.

All the rules come from Confucianism, not a good idea.

The yellow sand is still overwhelming, and the world seems to be frozen in this moment forever.

He Xingwen paused in front of the wooden door with his outstretched hand, and said to the system: "I said that sentence too early, and now I really push this door open, everything..."

"It will be very different."

Following the second half of the sentence, the small wooden door was pushed open again.

Golden light emerges from behind the door, flows behind the door, and flows on the land.

The original rule hangs in the light, it cannot be captured by the naked eye, but it truly exists in every ray of golden light.

He Xingwen looked down at his hand, the pattern on the back of the hand was dyed with a layer of golden light, which complemented the golden light behind the door.

The system prompts: "The rules are being acquired..."

New rules emerged from the golden light.

"National Setting 1: Your people are always eager to conquer more lands."

"National setting 2: Your people do not discriminate against any race."

"National setting 3: In your kingdom, the elderly and young will be given extra protection."

These three rules and the first rule flow together in the light, extending on this land until it stops before the limit.

He Xingwen looked around quickly, and an invisible boundary divided the world. Within the boundary was his territory, covered by golden light, and outside the boundary was a strange world that did not belong to him, full of yellow sand and no life.

System: "The game is starting, please wait."

The yellow sand rises with the wind and falls because of its disappearance.

The stars in the sky calmly emit light and heat, illuminating the land.

The loud noise in the distance was still extremely frightening, and the land shrouded in golden light quietly changed inch by inch.

Green grass spreads from underfoot, trees rise from the ground, blue lakes reflect the sky, and trickling streams traverse the entire oasis.

Thirty steps away, the yellow sand is still dead, but within thirty steps, the oasis is full of life.

"Dear king, the game is on, I wish you a happy game."