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

Shangqing view.

Five o'clock in the morning.

Wei Shu dozed off and opened the gate of Shangqing Temple.

He didn't know why Chu Xuan insisted on closing the door and opening the door every day.

If I wake up late, this guy will drag me out of bed.

After all, Wei Shu is also the ancestor of the founding monarch of the current Wei state.

It's simply too much.

He's very shameless.

Moreover, now that the number of Shangqingguan people is gradually increasing, why not let the newcomers be responsible for this matter?

He turned back and glanced at a few men who were sitting around the stone table playing chess by the yard early in the morning.

Wei Shu didn't know what he thought of, his body trembled, he shook his head and gave up the idea.

He turned around and walked towards his room.

When passing by the stone table, I heard a man sitting on the side of the stone table who was as burly as a brown bear speak gently.

“Originally, everyone abided by Zhou etiquette and agreed on the battle location when the war started.

He will not pursue the loser more than fifty steps.

Even if there is a war, the people will not suffer too many casualties.

It's just that since your "The Art of War" came out, and you used all kinds of intrigues when attacking Chu, it gave the world a bad start.

The wars between princes are becoming more and more without a bottom line.

Today the world's rituals and music are ruined. Sun Wu, you can't escape the blame. "

"Oh, Mr. Confucius is blaming me?"

Sun Wu, who was sitting opposite Confucius, sneered.

Place a white stone on the board.

“Today’s world is full of conflicts, the strong will become stronger, and the weak will perish.

Your useless Zhou Li has long been swept into the relics of history and is no longer suitable for this era.

Even without my art of war, Zhou Li would have been abandoned by the princes.

If you don't live up to your expectations, you still blame me?

According to Master Chu, practice cooking more and don't blame others.

Just like our chess game, I will kill your dragon with this move. Confucius, you will lose again.

You can’t do it even if you have two sons! "

"This is an inhumane statement."

The strong Confucius frowned, and when he saw Sun Wu picking up Bai Zi, he immediately stretched out his hand to hold his forearm.

"Wait a minute, I didn't see that move just now, let me slow down a step."

"Do you want to regret your move?"

Sun Wu hadn't spoken yet. Sitting next to him, the grumpy Wu Zixu suddenly stopped.

"Confucius, regretting your move before battle is not what a virtuous gentleman does!"

"Huh, De?"

"boom!"

Confucius took off his sword from his waist and thrust it into the stone tiles next to him.

Face the two of them with the big word "德" carved on the tail of the sword.

"This is virtue.

Do you two have any opinions? "

"Fuck you uncle."

Wu Zixu suddenly stood up from his seat.

"Are you trying to bully me into not daring to fight you?"

"Two weaklings."

Confucius also stood up.

"Have you ever beaten me when we played together in these years?

You can't fight in Shangqing Temple. Do you two dare to go to the mountains with me and have a fight? "

Sun Wu and Wu Zixu looked at each other after hearing this.

"Confucius, you are also the originator of Confucianism. Aren't you afraid of embarrassing you Confucian scholars by doing this?"

"I, a Confucian, always repay grievances directly."

Confucius said confidently.

“It’s a rotten scholar to only talk about truth with white teeth.”

"Is this an inhumane statement?"

"You three, please calm down."

At this time, Mo Zhai, who had been sitting silently by the side, finally spoke.

“If we start a fight every now and then, isn’t this causing trouble to Master Chu?

Thanks to you being the founders of several doctrines, you are among the best in the world. How come you don’t know the simple truth of loving all sides and not attacking others? "

After Mozi's persuasion, Confucius, Sun Tzu and Wu Zixu finally calmed down a little.

It also prevented a near-missing melee between the military sage, the founder of the Chinese navy (Wu Zixu) and the Confucian sage.

Confucius snorted coldly.

Although he didn't do it physically, mental attacks were indispensable.

"Huh, different ways don't work together.

Talking to you is like playing the harp to an ox; rotten wood cannot be carved. "

"Tch, you're a noob. You can't play chess or martial arts, so you want to find an excuse to run away?"

Wu Zixu said without showing any signs of weakness.

"If you have the guts, let's fight for another three hundred rounds."

Confucius narrowed his eyes when he heard this.

"A clumsy method of provoking generals. Is this the only thing you, the dignified Prime Minister of the State of Wu, are capable of?

The way of Go is full of extraordinary skills.

If you want to compare, compare something with technical content. "

"Compared to what, you tell me."

This question made Confucius' expression froze.

There seems to be nothing comparable in this Shangqing Temple.

Just when he was worried, a careless voice suddenly sounded from a distance.

"Hey, you guys are here to play chess very early in the morning!"

Hearing the sound, several people turned to look and saw Mang walking over with his teeth picked.

"Who won the first set today?"