Confucian Cultivator Under One Person

"He's a Confucian cultivator, his spiritual perception is sincere, and he can foresee the future. He can sense it before you even aim your gun."

"Using his family?"

"He's cultivated to this level, so he generally disregards family ties and follows his heart. Furthermore, he's only slightly closer to his sister. But can you handle the Confucian hatred?"

"Is there nothing you can do about him?"

"Let's put it aside for now. The most important thing right now is to get on that list."

"……All right!"

……

Fu Yuan continued walking towards the villa. When he arrived at a courtyard, he saw a skinny old man wearing a straw hat and digging the ground with a hoe.

When Fu Yuan walked through the courtyard, the skinny old man turned around and raised the hoe on his shoulder, as if he could smash it down at any time.

He just happened to block Fu Yuan's way.

Fu Yuan looked straight ahead, as if he hadn't seen anything at all, and took a step to the right, bypassing him.

A cool breeze fell from behind my head, and there was a plop, like the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

The old farmer behind him smashed the ground with the hoe on his shoulder, leaving a small hole in the ground.

Fu Yuan continued forward without looking back, muttering, "Master said, how majestic!"

The old farmer suddenly trembled all over, his body lowered, and he actually sank into the ground. The hat on his head also broke in an instant, revealing a dark face with his lips turned up and a pair of fangs exposed.

The invisible pressure pressed down on the old farmer, and his body below the knees was completely ground into the soil. He was still sinking. No matter how hard he tried, he could not break free from the invisible force.

It's actually a zombie?

As expected of the capital city, there are all kinds of messy things.

Fu Yuan smiled and continued walking inside.

Across the courtyard, there is a row of houses. One of them has a light on, and there are vague figures moving around inside.

At the door of the house, a little girl was guarding with a dog. When the little black dog saw Fu Yuan, it started barking.

Fu Yuan looked at the little girl curiously. She looked about eleven or twelve years old, with bright eyes, white teeth, and a delicate and lovely face.

It was just too clean. Fu Yuan had only seen such cleanliness in An Lingling.

An Lingling used spiritual energy to cleanse her essence and marrow, but the little girl in front of him... Fu Yuan could only see that she didn't seem to be human, but he didn't know what she was specifically.

But this girl gave Fu Yuan a feeling of being too dangerous. Just by looking at him, his inner senses kept sending out alarms.

When the little girl saw Fu Yuan coming, she straightened her chest and looked serious. She took a deep breath and was about to speak loudly.

Fu Yuan greeted first and said, "Hello, I'm Fu Yuan."

The little girl quickly said politely: "Hello, I'm Sheng Sibu."

She was a very polite girl, but the momentum she had just raised suddenly dropped a lot.

Fu Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, but his expression remained calm. He asked gently, "Have you started school? What grade are you in?"

"First grade." Sheng Sibu's voice was a little low.

Fu Yuan was stunned. This age should be at least in the third or fourth grade, how could he only be in the first grade? "How old are you?"

Sheng Sibu said, "Two thousand eight hundred and forty-six years old."

"..." Fu Yuan was a little choked: "I mean, how many years have you been in this world, this human world?"

"Twelve years." Sheng Sibu's voice became lower and lower.

Fu Yuan asked, "Twelve years old and in first grade? How did you study?"

Sheng Sibu lowered his head and whispered, "I don't know either."

Fu Yuan: "Let me ask you, what is two plus two?"

Sheng Sibu was silent for a moment, then stretched out his little hand and pulled out a pitch-black book from the void. On the cover were three large golden characters: "Book of Life and Death".

The little girl opened her notebook and began to write and draw. After a while, she looked up and shouted, "Twenty-two!"

She spoke very confidently and surely, and she believed that she had the right answer.

Fu Yuan was stunned for a moment, then continued to ask, "What about three plus three?"

Sheng Sibu wrote and drew for a while, then shouted, "Thirty-three!"

Fu Yuan sighed deeply, reached out and touched her head, and said regretfully: "You must study hard."

Sheng Sibu immediately realized that he had miscalculated, and he became completely dejected. He lowered his head, and his two small hands were tightly clutching the "Book of Life and Death" in his hands.

Fu Yuan sighed again, walked around her, went to the door, and pushed it open.

The room was very clean, almost spotless under the light, and everything inside was white.

The walls, floor, ceiling, curtains, sofa, and even the tea tray on the coffee table were all white. Even the woman sitting next to the coffee table was wearing a white dress.

The eyes looked white and particularly cold, but in Fu Yuan's spiritual perception, everything in the room was red.

It was like a bonfire was lit in the house, the flames were red, and the whole house was illuminated red.

And this bonfire is the woman in white.

To be precise, this woman in white is like a furnace. Her seemingly weak body contains terrifying energy.

It is not the innate qi, it is not the spiritual energy, and it is not the righteous qi.

But, blood!

In the quiet room, Fu Yuan seemed to be able to hear the heart of the woman in white beating strongly in her chest. With every beat, hot blood surged, washing over her body like a torrent.

Fu Yuan could even "hear" the sound of her blood rushing through her veins.

It's like seeing a waterfall falling from the sky, and it's like hearing the violent impact sound.

"My name is Zhao Ying." The woman in white looked at Fu Yuan with a gleaming gaze and said, "Zhao Xuanren was sent out by an idiot in my family, but later on, Zhao Xuanan was sent by me to kill you."

Fu Yuan walked over calmly, sat down opposite her, and said, "I'm Fu Yuan."

As the distance got closer, Fu Yuan seemed to be able to feel that there was a huge heat source in front of him, which was continuously emitting heat energy.

"I know." Zhao Ying looked at Fu Yuan and said, "According to the usual plot of male-oriented novels, someone in my family offended you, and then you should try to kill my entire family, right?"

Fu Yuan: “…”

Are they crazy? Jiang Xue is, Zhao Ying is too. Are they obsessed with reading novels?

Zhao Ying continued to herself, "In novels, there's only one way to resolve this kind of hatred. That's if a beautiful woman from your family volunteers to join your harem. Only then can you let go of this grudge. What do you think of me?"

Fu Yuan's expression was indescribable: "Are you mentally ill?"

"I can't help it." Zhao Ying picked up the teapot and poured tea, saying, "I want to recruit you. After thinking about it, this is the solution. I just like you. You're going to be slept with by men anyway, so I'll just pick the one I like. It's worth it."

For the first time, Fu Yuan felt speechless.

Zhao Ying looked at Fu Yuan and said, "Actually, there's someone else who wants to see you. Her name is Jiang Xue. I'm just trying to get her in. You can refuse me, but if you dare to agree to Jiang Xue's same conditions later, then there will be a real fight between you and me!"

Fu Yuan was amused: "What a weird competitive spirit."

Zhao Ying said sternly, "You can look down on me, but you absolutely cannot look down on me and then look down on Jiang Xue!"

Fu Yuan thought for a moment and said, "I've already met Jiang Xue."

Zhao Ying's face suddenly lit up, her expression changing constantly. Finally, she gritted her teeth and said, "You actually intercepted me... bitch!"

Chapter 116 Chenjiazhuang

"Do you know about time travel? It's easy to travel to another world, but in the same world, traveling to the past depends entirely on the person!"

"Why were we born at that time? Why are we here now? Ultimately, it's all a tangled web of cause and effect. If I were to delve into it, it would take days and nights to finish, and there's no need to delve into it."

"If you want to travel through time and space and return to the past, the key is to reverse cause and effect, to confuse cause and effect... Because of the past, there are results in the present, and conversely, because of the present, there are results in the past."

"Being able to travel back in time means that you already existed in the past, and everything you did in the past led to the present."

"Treasures that can reverse cause and effect are rare, and the cost of using them is also high. Jiang Xue has the Mountain Cloud Map, and I have the Book of Life and Death. Both can send your will back to your past self. This is my investment, and also my sacrifice."

……

Outside Lantian County, Chenjiazhuang.

Fu Yuan sat in a lecture at the school, his mind completely confused and a little unsure of the current situation.

There are two memories in his mind. One memory is that he is a person decades later, the Confucian cultivator Fu Yuan. He also knows that it was the person named Zhao Ying who sent him back to the past through the Book of Life and Death.

He even remembered the little girl named Sheng Sibu, who turned into a black book in front of Zhao Ying and sent him back. His body fell asleep, his will entered the Book of Life and Death, and then he had an extra memory in his mind.

Another memory is that his name was Chen Junyuan. He was born during the Guangxu period. He was a poor scholar who spent all his family wealth on studying hard. He was planning to take the imperial examination, but the court collapsed. There was no Qing Dynasty, but the Republic of China. Naturally, there was no such thing as an imperial examination.

He had learned a lot of eight-legged essays, but had no way to make a living. As a last resort, he had to go to the Chen family and became a teacher in the Chen family school.

Although he was called a teacher, he was actually only teaching people how to read and write. Nowadays, the Republic of China is fully inclined towards Western learning. Universities either recruit students independently or through unified enrollment, and the exams are all about modern subjects. Traditional Confucianism is gradually declining, and the eight-legged essay has been swept into the trash heap.

So is he Fu Yuan, or Chen Junyuan? Or both?

His thoughts were too chaotic, so Fu Yuan subconsciously gathered his thoughts, focused his mind, and suddenly his mind became clear.

The Chen family of Chenjiazhuang used to be a wealthy and powerful family with many generations of officials. During the Ming and Qing dynasties, members of the family all held official positions. In the Lantian area, they were considered a powerful family with great influence.

After the Xinhai Revolution, the Chen family, who were considered conservatives, also lost their support.

In the sixth year of the Republic of China, the old man of the Chen family passed away, and the Chen family was divided into two. The eldest branch was the Chen family in Lantian County, and the second branch was the Chen family in Chenjiazhuang, not far away.

Master Chen was a Jinshi during the Guangxu period. He was intelligent and tactful. Even with the change of dynasties, he was still able to control the Lantian County.

In comparison, Master Chen Er was much worse off. He was not good at studying, was not successful in business, and was even more confused as an official. He could only live a life guarding the clan land in Chenjiazhuang. He was already old, and he married a sixteen-year-old concubine last year.

No, now she should be called concubine, the eighth concubine.

……

After sorting out the memories in his mind, Fu Yuan sat up straight and looked at the four or five little kids in the classroom, both boys and girls, who were chatting among themselves and completely ignoring the teacher on the podium.

Fu Yuan did not speak, but just straightened his body and corrected his demeanor. He straightened his body and mind, and naturally exuded a sense of majesty.

When the mind is calm, his speech is steady and comfortable, his expression is respectful and his words are steady, sweeping away his previous shabby image and presenting the demeanor of a dignified gentleman.

The children in the school felt this majesty and gradually lowered their voices. Finally, they fell silent and looked at Fu Yuan, not daring to speak casually anymore.