Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 1068: Etiquette Taming
Feeling angry and sad, I finally realized why I was abandoned.

When I turned around, I saw Jin Chanzi following me silently.

"If you have nowhere to go, why not follow me to Mount Xumi."

Yuan Hong understood everything at this moment, and asked angrily: "Jin Chanzi! You are willing to teach me just to alienate me from my master! How shameless!"

He didn't know who Murong Ji was, but he had some guesses in his mind. For a moment, he couldn't help but hate Jin Chanzi.

Jin Chanzi was a little stunned for a moment, "I have no intention of alienating you, I am sincerely guiding you."

Yuan Hong was too lazy to say another word to him. He simply changed direction and flew towards the distant sky over Chaoge City.

Jin Chanzi looked at his back and sighed helplessly, "I am sincere!"

The sound propagated in the space and reached Yuan Hong's ears.

Yuan Hong paused, looked back at Jin Chanzi, snorted coldly, and continued to fly on the wind without looking back.

Jin Chanzi had no choice but to stand there for a long time, then slowly turned around and left.

Along the way, Murong Ji felt a little helpless. He felt a little tired after walking not far.

People like him are more suitable to stay in one place and behave themselves, rather than running around the wilderness.

Looking up at the sky, there was endless calamity in the air. The great calamity of Conferred Gods came so quickly.

Only three thousand years have passed, and the disaster of the last Lich Catastrophe has not yet been completely recovered, and now, a new catastrophe is brewing.

After thinking about it carefully, Murong Ji understood the reason. The newly created creatures were weak and fragile, and those gods could kill a large number of them with just one breath.

Add to that disasters, diseases, and all sorts of other problems, and there is no way a small number of people will die. Unconsciously, resentment accumulates.

That would be a terrifying number. With all kinds of resentment and evil spirits gathering together, it would be impossible if it didn't lead to a catastrophe.

Murong Ji let out a breath of foul air. He didn't think that he played a crucial role in this catastrophe.

After spending several years, Murong Ji finally arrived in Xiqi and took a look at the entire Zhou Kingdom's environment.

After watching for several months, Murong Ji realized that most of the people living here were ordinary people, even the royal family of the Zhou Dynasty.

When investigating the bloodline of the royal family of Zhou Dynasty, it was found that the bloodline was mainly that of Emperor Huangdi, mixed with the bloodline of Shennong.

It is extremely pure human bloodline.

Compared with the Shang Dynasty, the Zhou Dynasty seemed more peaceful and the atmosphere was very comfortable.

Walking among the fields, I found that the water conservancy here is well maintained, but the planting method is a bit rough.

Many things have been lost in history, such as various planting techniques and methods of repairing and building water conservancy projects.

Dayu controlled floods and left behind a lot of experience and information on flood control, which were undoubtedly various methods of developing water conservancy.

Most of it was lost during the Xia and Shang dynasties, and even more during the Shang dynasty.

To a certain extent, it even changed the process and development of human civilization as a whole.

Murong Ji really didn't have much good feelings towards the entire Shang Dynasty. It was doing well in the early days, but as time went on, each king became more and more foolish.

The prosperous Shang Dynasty, with its peace and prosperity, was actually a time of suffering for the entire human race.

What is even more unforgettable is their act of cannibalism.

Suddenly, I saw a young child standing on the field. The child was wearing gorgeous clothes and it was obvious that he was not from an ordinary family.

Murong Ji took a glance and saw the aura of a human king above his head, and he knew that this man was a member of the Zhou royal family.

The child stood at the edge of the field, watching the farmer working in the field with a curious and fresh expression. It seemed that he had been out for not long.

If you haven't seen it, you will be curious.

Murong Ji withdrew his gaze and walked towards the city gate, wanting to see what the city of the Great Zhou Kingdom was like.

Soon, they saw the boy's bicycle frame at the edge of the field.

He passed the carriage and headed towards the official road.

After walking a few steps, he found a car following behind him. Murong Ji looked back and was a little surprised. It was the car that King Zhou and his child were driving.

The child sat on the shaft of the cart, looking at Murong Ji's back as if thinking about something.

Seeing Murong Ji looking back, he asked the coachman to drive the carriage to Murong Ji's side and walk at the same speed as Murong Ji.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, and before he could speak, he heard the child ask, "Who are you? Why have I never seen you before?"

Murong Ji rolled his eyes: "You have never met many people."

The child retorted: "I know everyone in the Zhou Kingdom who wears brocade robes, or at least my servants know everyone, but I have never seen you, and your servants don't know who you are."

Murong Ji sneered and looked at the child sitting on the shaft of the cart, who was almost as tall as his shoulders. "Why are you so curious, kid? Just sit in your cart."

Murong Ji stretched out his hand and smacked him on the forehead with such force that he was thrown into the car.

As soon as Murong Ji moved, the guards around him drew their swords immediately. The sound of swords clashing was a bit harsh, and they surrounded Murong Ji.

Murong Ji was too lazy to pay attention to these people and just walked forward on his own.

"Attacking the prince! This is a heinous crime! Kill him immediately!" The captain of the guards shouted, and dozens of guards around him stepped forward with their swords drawn. "Stop!"

The child covered his forehead and climbed onto the shaft of the cart again. He looked at Murong Ji and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

His eyes fell on the guards, "Brother Nangong, I'm fine, don't be rude."

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at the child, but suppressed his thoughts.

"I think I've seen this Taoist robe of yours before!"

Murong Ji lowered his head to look at the green Taoist robe he was wearing and realized something was wrong. If it were an ordinary person, the robe would not be embroidered with gold threads or painted with cloud patterns.

However, the cloud patterns outlined by gold threads on Murong Ji's body seemed more and more mysterious.

Any normal person would know that he is not an ordinary person if they take a look at him.

"Then who do you think I am?"

Murong Ji looked at the pouting child, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and asked with a smile.

"How should I know? If you were a powerful person, I would have you punished. Attacking a prince is a serious crime."

Read the error-free version at 69shuba! 6=9+shu_ba is the first to publish this novel.

"If you are an immortal god, I will have someone report to the ancestors. The ancestors do not allow immortals to descend to the world at will. You have violated the rules of heaven."

Murong Ji sneered: "You also know the Heavenly Law, what is your name?"

The child stood on the shaft of the cart and bowed to Murong Ji. "I am Prince Zhou, Ji Dan."

Murong Ji looked at the child in surprise, Duke Zhou...

He took a deep breath, then gave him another bang on the head and threw him into the car again. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" sounds were heard, and it seemed that he had fallen quite hard.

"How dare you! My prince was speaking to you in a polite manner, but you were so rude. Look at the knife!"

Murong Ji pointed his finger, then turned around and took away the guard's knife.

He slashed the car frame with a knife and looked at these people speechlessly.

Although he sealed his true energy, his strength was still there. The strength that was cultivated in his body could not be sealed.

Unless his body is completely destroyed, he can use this brute force to hold down the Golden Immortal Hammer, not to mention these cultivators who are not even at the level of Taiyi True Immortal.

"You are indeed a cultivator! Tell me the truth, which mountain are you from?!"

Murong Ji sat directly on the shaft of the carriage, lifted the curtain and looked inside the carriage. There was a gentle and weak young girl sitting inside.

The little girl was about twelve or thirteen years old. She was holding Ji Dan and rubbing his forehead.

In front of them there was a table with various fruit plates on it.

Murong Ji was not polite either. He picked up a fruit of unknown origin, wiped it, and took a bite. "Hmm, sweet..."

"Sister, don't be afraid, I will protect you!"

Ji Dan stood in front of the woman, rolled up his sleeves and was ready to compete with Murong Ji.

Murong Ji was speechless, not understanding where his confidence came from, looking at the two symmetrical big bumps on his head.

He sneered, "With his ferocious head and horns, the little prince is not someone who can be easily controlled. Hahahaha!"

Ji Dan touched the two bumps on his head with tears in his eyes. He felt pain and soreness. He looked at Murong Ji with a little more resentment, "You are so rude!!"

The woman behind him pulled Ji Dan back into her arms, protecting her tightly, and looked at Murong Ji with a vigilant expression.

"Who are you? My brother meant no harm. He is still young and may have offended me. I hope you will forgive him."

Murong Ji restrained his smile slightly, but his eyes fell on the brother and sister. In them, Murong Ji saw something: courtesy.

Especially his stern look, which made him look lifeless, without any of the spirituality and liveliness that one should have at his age.

They can't even be compared with the Shang kings and nobles.

If you look carefully, you can see the gap between the two.

The princes and nobles of the Shang Dynasty stood in front of him, just like their unbridled nature. They were born kings and never cared what others thought.

Self-confidence.

The two people in front of him were very serious, as if they were facing their superiors cautiously and did not dare to overstep the line.

Murong Ji slightly stopped smiling. What is the purpose of "ritual"? To emphasize the authority of the superior? Or to please the superior? ?

Let them experience the feeling of being on top?
Murong Ji had no idea what Zhou Gongdan was thinking in his original world. Perhaps he was trying to strengthen the power and order of the Zhou Dynasty.

No matter what, however, after Confucius, the meaning of "ritual" has changed, becoming a restraint on one's desires.

If a person is not kind, what is the point of courtesy?
The birth of etiquette should come from the foundation of one's own morality. It should not be a constraint on external behavior, but rather a reflection of inner morality.

This proposition exactly meets what Murong Ji needs: order and civility.

Through "ritual" we can tame wild beasts into humans and make the human race more like a human being.

But before Confucius advocated all of this and educated mankind, the etiquette came from a man, Ji Dan.

(End of this chapter)