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

Four days later.

[The player has used the skill: clone technique]

[The third clone is created. 】

[Clone’s name: Kongqiu, courtesy name Zhongni]

[Race: Human Race]

[Birthplace: Lu State]

【Age: 1】

[Mastering Skills: None]

[Clone data:]

[Physique: Spirituality]

[Talent: Psychic]

[Comprehension: communicating with the gods]

[Do you want to check the clone status? 】

"Confucius!

Shipped!

This dog game means you have a conscience. "

Chu Xuan jumped up from the bed excitedly, his eyes excited.

"Confucius, whose courtesy name was Zhongni, was also born in the state of Lu.

Three pieces of data are used to communicate with the gods.

Can’t be wrong! "

The name Confucius may not be familiar to some people.

But he also has another name, the founder of Confucianism, the Confucian sage, Confucius!

The clone came out of Confucius.

It's just like playing a game on Miyou.com, where you randomly draw ten draws and get ten consecutive golds at once.

Ou exploded.

"View"

Chu Xuan said without hesitation.

The square shadow that no one else can see appears again.

In the projection, a man with a height of 2.5 meters, as tall as a bear, and with white hair carefully held a baby not much bigger than his hand.

His eyes were filled with tears.

"Nine daughters, nine daughters, I finally have a son!

Hahaha! "

Next to the man, all the servants outside the delivery room also looked happy and congratulated him.

"Congratulations to the head of the family on the birth of Qilin's son."

Seeing this scene, the corner of Chu Xuan's mouth twitched.

The old man holding the baby should be Confucius's father, Uncle Liang He (he, second tone).

One of the three tiger generals of Lu State now.

In Chu Xuan's previous life, there was no extraordinary power.

This man can lift the city gate with his bare hands and is a rare fierce man.

In fact, he had a son before Confucius, but he was ill and could not inherit the family business.

So Uncle Lianghe married the third girl in the Yan family, and finally had a son, Confucius.

He was 71 years old at this time.

"Sir, you haven't given the young master a name yet."

"Name."

The old man looked lovingly at the baby in his arms.

murmured to himself.

"I am from the Zi family, and my surname is Kong. Let's name this child Kongqiu."

The scene ends here.

Chu Xuan's eyes were still staring at the position where the projection disappeared, and he could not calm down for a long time.

He never expected it.

The future founder of the Confucian school, "the teacher of all generations", the Confucian sage Confucius, turned out to be his doppelgänger.

If this continues, what about Mozi, Mencius, and Sun Tzu?

Is it possible that those who created the flourishing age of a hundred schools of thought during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period were all his clones?

Thinking of more than a hundred of his clones arguing together, Chu Xuan felt that the scene was so beautiful.

Of course, it wouldn't be a bad thing if it could be done like this.

These outstanding people who created a hundred schools of thought are all top-notch in talent and understanding.

Wait until these clones return.

The energy and blood given back to him must be impressive.

Just like Confucius who was just born.

Chu Xuan never thought that Confucius was just a simple Confucian scholar who could only reason.

After all, at the beginning, Confucianism required its disciples to master the "six arts" of etiquette, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and counting.

Many of them are all-rounders who can fight wars on horseback and govern the country when dismounted.

It was just that later rulers slowly castrated Confucianism for the sake of governance.

Only then did those scholars who were powerless appear.

As far as Chu Xuan knows.

Before Confucius traveled to teach as a disciple, he served as a military officer in the state of Lu for a period of time.

The main job of Sikou is to maintain domestic security.

Suppress the bandits.

Similar to the commander-in-chief of bandit suppression.

Of course, Chu Xuan felt that this was just Confucius's hobby.

What people really value is spreading Zhou etiquette and convincing people with virtue.

Well, that must be the case.

. . .

At the foot of Tiger Village.

A gorgeously decorated carriage was driving slowly and leisurely on the official road.

The carriage seemed extremely heavy.

The wheels made deep ruts in the ground.

Even the bearings made a harsh "squeaking" sound.

There were not many people around the carriage.

Two young men followed on horseback.

Other than that, there was only an old man who was driving a car and was sleepy.

Just as the carriage turned a corner.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar suddenly sounded in the nearby forest.

"I planted this tree and planted this road. If you want to live from now on, leave money to buy the road!"

"Mang, you are wrong. What Xuan taught us is that I planted this tree and opened this road..."

"Snapped!"

"You talk too much!"

After a shout, seven or eight bandits in ragged clothes rushed out of the woods.

The burly man at the head is holding a sledgehammer. He is the third master of Menghu Village, Mang.

"Hey, the convoy on the opposite side, grandpa is here again, if you are wise, hand over your belongings quickly and you will not die!"