Though the world may be different!

Name: Zhu Ge

Lifespan: 8 year

【Characteristic: Not wearing】

[Inventory: Spider, Kunpeng]

The simulator interface returned to normal, and Zhu Ge stood there pondering the various pieces of information that had been gathered in the past minute.

The feeling of "Spider" is completely different from that of "Kunpeng".

If the "Kunpeng" is all-seeing, then the "Spider" is all-controlling.

However, the stronger the "prey," the longer it takes the "spider" to gain control.

Fortunately, Zhu Ge was already a martial artist at the first level of the Resentment Realm.

So in those last few seconds, he had already planned out the paths that Yu Xiucai, Ji Fuhui, Duan Lei, Sui Niang, and Xianxian could choose in the future.

This planning ability is extremely useful!

"Zhu Ge, have you thought of a solution?" Yu Xiucai, who was standing next to Zhu Ge, sensed that Zhu Ge was relaxing and his voice was filled with anticipation.

"Okay, listen to my arrangements and trust me." Zhu Ge nodded slightly and responded to Yu Xiucai's glance.

"Hmm!" Yu Xiucai nodded vigorously, then fell silent again.

Through the matter of the mushroom god, Scholar Yu already had a tendency to take the blessing song as his core principle.

Furthermore, Zhu Ge's views on Confucianism and Taoism, his understanding of the Shuowen Jiezi (a dictionary of Chinese characters), and so on, made Yu Xiucai truly trust Zhu Ge.

It wasn't the kind of trust that comes from entrusting one's back to someone else; Yu Xiucai already had that kind of trust.

The trust we have now is in Zhu Ge's ability to accomplish something.

Therefore, Yu Xiucai fell completely silent, standing behind Zhu Ge like a sword that had not yet been drawn, waiting for Zhu Ge to grasp the hilt and draw it.

"Whoosh—"

Just as Zhu Ge and Yu Xiucai were both immersed in a certain state, the fish basket in front of them suddenly rose up and then fell into the house from mid-air.

A loud laugh rang out from within.

"Haha, the rural scenery has its own unique charm!" The fisherman in the straw raincoat exclaimed with great delight.

There are no voices of Sui Niang and Xian Xian!

Zhu Ge frowned.

Yu Xiucai instinctively wanted to rush in as well, but the fisherman in the straw raincoat had already come out of the house with a happy expression.

"Haha, don't worry, there's still one alive." The fisherman in the straw raincoat stepped forward, his cheeks flushed in the moonlight.

"I'll go rest on the boat first, and then I'll leave after I've finished recording the taxes tomorrow. You two can do as you please, haha."

After saying this, the fisherman in the straw raincoat chuckled and turned to leave, revealing his back to Zhu Ge and Yu Xiucai.

"There's still one person alive..." Yu Xiucai walked stiffly toward the door.

Upon seeing something, a powerful aura immediately erupted from his body.

The fisherman in the straw raincoat seemed oblivious, except that he walked very, very slowly.

It's like waiting for something.

However, Zhu Ge did not move.

Finally, the invisible arrogance emanating from Yu Xiucai disappeared, and the character "儒" (Confucian) on his left chest slowly faded into his heart.

However, the character "儒" (Ru) was extremely dark, and the literary heart seemed to have cracks appearing, like glass about to shatter.

Zhu Ge turned around, bowed and kowtowed to the fisherman in the straw raincoat who was walking very slowly: "Respectfully seeing the fisherman in the straw raincoat back to his bed."

sound off.

Suddenly, the fisherman in the straw raincoat stopped and turned around sharply, glancing at Zhu Ge with surprise.

Then a cold smile appeared on his lips, and he turned around and disappeared at the village entrance in a few strides.

Zhu Ge straightened up again and stared at the blank village entrance.

The next moment, Yu Xiucai's hoarse, painful, and numb voice came:

"Zhu Ge...come and see..."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Ge felt a chill in her heart, but the chill quickly turned into a burning sensation the moment she reached the door.

The intense heat almost instantly burned away the "spider silk" that had just been prepared.

"Scholar..."

Zhu Ge felt as if a knife had slashed her throat and heart, leaving her extremely hoarse.

"Scholar, bury Xianxian."

"Um."

"Don't tell Big Belly Dog and Little Black Egg."

"Um."

"Also, remember to help her get dressed, including Sui Niang's clothes."

"Um."

"I'll talk to Sui Niang after she wakes up tomorrow."

"Um."

"I'll be waiting for you at your house later."

"A Song of Blessing"

"What?"

"It's nothing."

……

When Zhu Ge arrived at Yu Xiucai's house, he was covered in sweat and his face was streaked with tears.

But even with his eyes closed, he couldn't stop the tears from welling up.

"Crunch—"

The door opened, and Yu Xiucai, his hands covered in mud and blood, pushed the door open and entered. He stood in front of Zhu Ge, remaining silent.

The two stood there for a long time, until the sky began to lighten, before Zhu Ge slowly opened her eyes.

"Is there any divine consciousness monitoring us now?" Zhu Ge asked.

"If divine consciousness approaches, my literary heart will sense it." The character "儒" (Confucianism) on Yu Xiucai's chest throbbed: "This is the power of my master and me, and also the power of my lifespan."

"After the fisherman in the straw raincoat left, he didn't use his divine sense to monitor you and me."

"But my literary heart is about to shatter," Yu Xiucai said calmly. "The pain of my literary heart shattering can alleviate my inner pain, but I want to use it for 'jade shattering' before it completely breaks."

"Hmm." Zhu Ge nodded slowly, her scarlet eyes devoid of any emotion, her voice hoarse as withered wood.

"What I want to tell you is a Confucian school of thought that I know of."

"Zhu Ge, it's too late." Scholar Yu slowly shook his head.

"If one's Daoist heart is broken, one will die and one's Dao will perish; if one's literary heart is broken, the difference is not significant."

"I have lost all hope for humanity... humanity..."

"It's rotten..."

Yu Xiucai's gaze gradually dimmed.

"No, listen to me." Zhu Ge's eyes were calm, but her voice carried a hint of reprimand.

He gripped Yu Xiucai's shoulders tightly with both hands, very, very hard.

Looking into Zhu Ge's eyes, Yu Xiucai couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart.

Only then did Yu Xiucai remember who the person in front of him was and what he had done in this short period of time: "...Tell me."

Zhu Ge took a deep breath: "What I'm going to tell you today is a theory that I've summarized and organized, which comes from snippets of what my teacher used to say."

"gentlemen?"

"Yes, so this must also be a branch of Confucianism, which I call—Gongyang Confucianism!"

Zhu Ge's gaze was firm, while Yu Xiucai frowned slightly.

"I've never heard you mention that, sir," Yu Xiucai said, puzzled.

Zhu Ge shook her head: "But I've heard of it... maybe it was my father or mother, or someone else, but in any case I've heard of a school of thought, and it doesn't matter where that school of thought came from."

Scholar Yu nodded: "What doctrine is this?"

He spoke in a relaxed tone.

He seemed to have come to terms with his impending death, as if he had given up on life, and his tone was full of interest in this new and unheard-of doctrine.

"Of all the teachings in the Gongyang School, the one I remember most is... the doctrine of the Great Revenge!" Zhu Ge's voice was resolute.

"A great revenge?" Yu Xiucai was taken aback.

Zhu Ge nodded: "The core is just one sentence..."

"Even a feud spanning ten generations can be avenged!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Xiucai's expression changed, and a faint heartbeat could be heard in the room.

Zhu Ge's gaze was resolute:

The Book of Rites states, "One should not share the same sky with the enemy of one's father, nor should one turn against one's brother to fight against him, nor should one treat the enemy of one's friends as an enemy of another country."

"...These are the words of Confucius, and Mencius also said: 'Now I understand the gravity of killing one's own relatives; if one kills another's father, another will kill his father; if one kills another's brother, another will kill his brother!'"

"Therefore... how many generations have passed since our distant ancestor? Nine generations. Can revenge still be taken after nine generations? Even after a hundred generations, it can be taken."

"Scholar, do you know?"

Zhu Ge's gaze was intense.

The word "Confucian" reappeared in Yu Xiucai's heart.

The character "儒" is even more sharp and radiant than before, and the cracks on it have completely disappeared.

Scholar Yu opened his mouth slightly and murmured:

"Even a hundred generations could pass."