What should I do if I am beheaded by the First Emperor at the beginning?

Chapter 45 Ups and downs [Second update, please recommend]

Duanmu Youmu's eyes were a little puzzled.

He looked at Yan Jue who was sitting beside him, with confusion in his voice.

"What do you think Chen Ke wants to use this thing for?"

With a pen in his hand, Yan Jue was writing something on the paper while expressing emotion.

"doing what?"

"With this thing, Chen Ke's reputation will increase."

"After all, the fairy god doesn't entrust dreams to other people, but only entrusts them to Chen Ke."

"Doesn't that mean anything?"

He chuckled and continued writing on the paper.

"Secondly, look at this thing."

Yan Jue handed what he just wrote to Duanmu Youmu: "Look, how convenient it is to write."

"In the past, while writing the Analects, I used at least three or four volumes of bamboo slips."

"It took three or four days"

"But what about the paper?"

Yan Jue put down the things in his hands.

"It only took me an hour, and I already wrote more than half of the Analects silently."

"And, it's only so heavy."

Yan Jue put down the pen in his hand, with a little indifference in his eyes.

"I think the previous enemies are nothing, they are just a stepping stone 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 hurting us, it will also hurt himself."

Speaking of this, Yan Jue's face was full of confusion.

"Chen Ke doesn't look like such a person, why would he do such a thing?"

Duanmu Youmu looked at the paper in his hand and the Analects written on it, his eyes were also cautious.

Educating the world with culture was the measure set by their ancestors back then.

Together with the generation of their parents, it has been practiced silently for nearly 40 years.

Back then, his ancestor Duanmu Ci led the ten philosophers of Confucius and some of the 72 sages to make this plan.

To push Confucius into a saint.

And this plan has been quietly implemented for decades.

In the past few decades, more than [-]% of the world's scholars have read the Analects of Confucius, and they can be regarded as their disciples of Confucianism.

If there is no accident, after waiting 30 years, everyone in the world will read the Analects and become a Confucian.

Then, it was time to wait for an opportunity.

Waiting for a person and opportunity that can push Confucianism to its peak.

With so many people as the foundation, there will definitely be an amazingly talented and brilliant generation.

At that time, Confucius became a saint, and these disciples will also become sages
Now, the decades-long plan is in trouble
How can they not be in a hurry?
Duanmu Youmu sneered: "Want to stop our Confucian plan?"

"Just rely on a mere Chen Ke?"

He shook his head and stood up: "Although my Confucianism has never occupied the majority of power in Great Qin."

"But it doesn't matter."

"Sometimes, we don't hold power, but we can make everyone in the world speak for us."

"That's why my father and the others made this plan back then!"

"People's words are terrible!"

Yan Jue raised his eyebrows, and there was a slight smile in his voice.

"What do you want brother to do?"

A fierce look flashed across Duanmu Youmu'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?"

"I feel that if folk rumors spread, they all say that Chen Ke has obtained the immortality method taught by the immortal."

"Will that tyrant be as calm as he is now?"

Yan Jue's eyes lit up.

This is a good way.

"My brother still has an idea."

"It's just that this matter is of great importance. Do we need to wait for Brother Zeng?"

Duanmu Youmu sneered: "Wait for him?"

"Back then, his ancestors opposed our plan and wanted to become the leader of Confucianism."

"If he finds out now, wouldn't he laugh at us even more?"

"Now the Confucian sects are doing their own thing, but they are all silently implementing the plan of the year."

Duanmu Youmu raised his head, with a cold and arrogant look on his face.

"Don't worry about it, just leave it to me."

Yan Jue lowered his head slightly, hiding the smile in his eyes.

"In that case, it's troublesome brother."

Somewhere in a town, in a simple house.

Zeng Lu had an ordinary expression. He was sitting in the yard, holding the paper he bought earlier.

Beside him, Shi Xuanni looked ordinary.

"Brother, how do you use this paper?"

Zeng Lu smiled slightly, and put down the pen in her hand.

"Using this thing is indeed much more comfortable than bamboo slips."

"It is a perfect match with the "writing brush" made by Meng Tian. "

"It only took more than an hour to be my brother just now, and half of the Analects of Confucius was written silently."

"It can be seen from this that the function of this thing"

There was emotion in his voice.

And Shi Xuanni also sighed softly: "It's just a pity that this thing fell into the hands of the imperial court, and fell into the hands of Qin."

"I'm only afraid of this thing."

The following words were not finished, but Zeng Lu already understood what he meant.

Zeng Lu shook her head slightly: "Actually, my thinking is exactly the opposite of yours."

"Although Daqin attaches great importance to Legalists and Qin Law, the other factions are not without a way forward."

"The first emperor of the present day opened a doctor's palace and reused Confucianists."

“Just a pity”

There was sarcasm on his face: "Chun Yuyue, that stupid bastard, actually has something in his mind."

"This great opportunity has been ruined."

"Otherwise, if he taught the eldest son Fusu with all his heart, when Fusu becomes the second emperor in the future, wouldn't he treat Confucianism badly?"

"Wait until then"

Zeng Lu said with emotion: "By that time, Confucianism will be able to accomplish our goal decades or even a hundred years ahead of schedule."

He stood up, hands behind his back.

"It's just a pity that everything has been ruined by Chunyu."

Zeng Lu turned her head: "Brother Shi, our ancestors walked together together back then."

"Today, you and I have been practicing together since childhood."

"Now you are willing to come with me, enter Xianyang City, and see the world?"

Shi Xuanni smiled slightly, sitting there with a bit of a gentleman's legacy.

"Stick what you want"

Xianyang City, prison
The gloomy wind kept blowing, bit by bit making the prison colder and colder.

Chunyu Yue sat in the prison, with a little moonlight shining.

He sighed slightly.

A bad move back then made him what he is today.

"What is it like outside now?"

Chen Fu
A gust of wind blew up, along with the wind, and Chen Ke.

Standing under the moonlight, Chen Ke suddenly felt emotional for some reason.

He stroked the wind around him and said softly, "It's windy!"

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