Duanmu Nomad's eyes were a little confused.
He looked at Yan Jue sitting next to him, with confusion in his voice.
"What do you think Chen Ke wants to use this thing for?"
Yan Jue held a pen in his hand and sighed while writing something on the paper.
"do what?"
"With this thing, Chen Ke's reputation will become higher."
"After all, the gods don't entrust dreams to others, they only entrust dreams to him, Chen Ke."
"Doesn't this mean something?"
He chuckled and continued writing on the paper.
"Secondly, look at this thing."
Yan Jue handed the thing he had just written to Duanmu Nomad: "Look, this thing is so convenient for writing."
"In the past, I would have used at least three or four volumes of bamboo slips while writing the Analects."
"It took three or four days."
"But what about these papers?"
Yan Jue put down the things in his hands.
"It only took me an hour to write most of the Analects silently."
"Besides, it only weighs so much."
Yan Jue put down the pen in his hand, with a slight look of indifference in his eyes.
"I think the previous enemies are nothing. They are just stepping stones on our journey."
"But Chen Ke is different."
"The appearance of paper gave him a weapon."
"It's just that this weapon is very sharp. While it will hurt us, it will also hurt himself."
Speaking of this, Yan Jue's face showed confusion.
"Chen Ke doesn't look like such a person, why would he do such a thing?"
Duanmu Nomad looked at the paper in his hand and the Analects written on it with caution in his eyes.
Educating the world through culture was the measure set by their ancestors back then.
Including their parents' generation, they have been practicing it silently for nearly forty years.
Back then, his ancestor Duanmu Ci led the Ten Confucian philosophers and some of the seventy-two sages to make this plan.
Confucius should be promoted as a saint.
And this plan has been quietly implemented for decades.
In the past few decades, more than 50% of the world's scholars have read the Analects of Confucius and are considered disciples of Confucianism.
If nothing unexpected happens, in thirty years, everyone in the world will read the Analects and become Confucianists.
Then, it was time to wait for an opportunity.
Waiting for a person and opportunity that can push Confucianism to the top.
With so many people as the foundation, someone with amazing talent will definitely emerge.
At that time, Confucius becomes a saint, and these disciples will also become sages...
Now, this plan that has been implemented for decades has problems...
How could they not be impatient?
Duanmu Nomad sneered: "Want to stop our Confucian plan?"
"Only relying on a mere Chen Ke?"
He shook his head and stood up: "Although my Confucian family has never occupied the majority of power in Great Qin."
"But it doesn't matter."
"Sometimes, we don't have power, but we can let everyone in the world speak for us."
"This is why my father and the others made this plan back then!"
"People's words are terrible!"
Yan Jue raised his eyebrows with a slight smile in his voice.
"What do you want to do, brother?"
A fierce look flashed across Duanmu Nomad's eyes.
"How to do it?"
"Of course let Chen Ke and that tyrant kill each other!"
"Isn't the tyrant always looking for immortals?"
"Do you think that if rumors spread among the people, they will all say that Chen Ke has obtained the method of immortality taught by the immortal..."
"Will that tyrant still be as calm as he is now?"
Yan Jue's eyes lit up.
This is a good idea.
"Brother still has an idea."
"It's just that this matter is of great importance. Do we need to wait for Brother Zeng?"
Duanmu Nomad sneered: "Wait for him?"
"His ancestors opposed our plan back then and wanted to become the leader of the Confucian sect."
"If we let him know now, wouldn't he laugh at us even more?"
"Nowadays, several branches of the Confucian sect are working on their own affairs, but they are all silently executing the plans of the year."
Duanmu Nomad raised his head with a cold and arrogant look on his face.
"Don't worry about this, just leave it to me."
Yan Jue lowered his head slightly, hiding the smile in his eyes.
"In this case, it's troublesome for my brother."
...........
In a town somewhere, in a simple house.
Zeng Lu looked normal. He was sitting in the yard, holding the paper he bought before.
Beside him, Shi Xuanni looked ordinary.
"Brother, how do you use this paper?"
Zeng Lu smiled slightly and put down the pen in his hand.
"After using this item, it is indeed much more comfortable than bamboo slips."
"Paired with the "writing brush" made by Mengtian, it is a perfect match. "
"I just spent more than an hour silently writing half of the Analects of Confucius."
"This shows how useful this thing is."
There was emotion in his voice.
And Shi Xuanni also sighed: "It's just a pity that this thing fell into the hands of the imperial court and the state of Qin."
"I'm just afraid of this thing..."
The next words were not finished, but Zeng Lu already understood what he meant.
Zeng Lu shook his head slightly: "Actually, my thoughts are exactly the opposite of yours."
"Although Great Qin now attaches great importance to Legalism and Qin Law, the other factions do not have no way forward."
"The First Emperor now opens the Doctor's Palace and places great emphasis on Confucian people."
“It’s just a pity”
There was sarcasm on his face: "That stupid guy Chunyu Yue actually has some things in his mind."
"This great opportunity was ruined."
"Otherwise, he carefully taught the eldest son Fusu, and when Fusu becomes the second emperor in the future, will he still treat the Confucians badly?"
"Wait until then..."
Zeng Lu said with emotion: "By then, Confucianism will be able to achieve our goals decades or even hundreds of years ahead of schedule."
He stood up, hands behind his back.
"It's just a pity that everything was made worse by Chunyu."
Zeng Lu turned around and said, "Brother Shi, our ancestors traveled together back then."
"Today, we have been practicing together since childhood."
"Now are you willing to come with me to Xianyang City and see the world?"
Shi Xuanni smiled slightly and looked a bit like a gentleman as he sat there.
"What you wish for"
........
Xianyang City, Dalao
The gloomy wind kept blowing, bit by bit, making the prison become colder and colder.
Chunyu Yue was sitting in the prison, with a little moonlight shining.
He sighed slightly.
One bad move back then made him what he is today.
"What's the situation like outside now?"
...........
Chen Mansion
A gust of wind blew up, and Chen Ke also rose up with the wind.
Chen Ke stood under the moonlight and suddenly sighed for some reason.
He stroked the wind around him and whispered: "The wind is blowing."
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