200 Chapter 200 Common People Path Leader (1/2)

”If it isn't at the end, then it hasn't finished and we won't know the outcome. Your personality is really like your master. Even if you know you have totally lost yourself, you are still shameless and want to fight with people to the end.”

Within a pond, laughter broke out. Still, a white chess piece fell on the chessboard. The tone became lazy, ”But what was the final outcome? Surrounded and attacked by many Confucianism saints and many Buddhist cultivators to death. Even in death, he couldn't find peace and his body was split into several pieces, suppressed on the 5 continents and 12 islands. What a tragic end. A person who was about to step to the peak of the various worlds should be someone who couldn't be killed or destroyed but ended up like that. It makes one speechless...”

”Your words are wrong!”

That teen shook his head, his expression really serious,” master and I are different. He knew he would win which was why he fought with the heavens with the earth and with them. That was because he knew that the ideals of our common people path will one day spread around and become widespread. It might not be in his era or mine or the next but there will be a day when it comes true...”

That female voice suddenly laughed coldly, suddenly a large portion of that pond froze up,” Easily said, but your strength is pathetic. Do you think those Confucians are made of dirt, broken with a push? Those Confucian saints are all born from the righteous energy of the heavens, helping them maintain the fortune and luck between heaven and earth. They naturally have their reasons for saying that your common people path is the devil path! I feel that you all are in grave danger in this day and age! I can't see any chance for you all to stand out.”

”Scoff!

What senior forgot to say is that my master is also one of the Confucian saints! Even before death that vast righteousness, he was also the king of all the saints!”

The white robbed teen specially adjusted the crown on his head like he was reminding her that he was purposely dressed up like a Confucian.

”Master once mentioned, what is called Confucianism? Confucianism can be understood as human and need. The so-called Confucianism can be put simply as the need of men. The meaning of it today suits the path of the many worlds and naturally, luck is very thick. But if one day, people don't bother about all those theories and the path of humans change. Then the so-called Confucians are just fake. Why can't we win them then?”

”But how would you know that there would be a day when it changed?”

”That I don't know.”

The white robbed teen lowered his head and sighed as he had finally considered everything as he replied with another chess piece on the board.

”Those fellows are cheating people all the way. They use the people they can and don't help them at all. The Confucian classics have been twisted by them to such an extent. They really spent a lot of effort. Spreading faith and teachings whilst also trying to lock down their hearts. If this goes on, the human path definitely won't change.”

”If you don't know then how do you know you still have a chance of winning?” The voice was really cold.

”I just know!” The white robbed teen slightly scoffed, ”The human heart changes and it is the most unpredictable. However, most of them aren't afraid of being poor but afraid of inequality. No matter how they tried to fix their thoughts and lock them up, what's the use? Those people are acting against the human heart so how would they not be walking further and further away from the human path? Those ten over generation dynasties in the central continent all end in just a few hundred years. And that Confucianism often has one prosperous period every hundred few years along with an intense killing period, that has never changed. Who knows how many people have died for this war. They don't change from their mistakes, simply bugs of the path of the heaven…”

As he said that, the white robbed teen's expression seemed to be getting more and more furious, ”My Confucianism focuses on 6 aspects, rite, happiness, shooting, defense, books, and numbers. The ancient saints were either martial path experts or peak spirit masters. Today they have changed into 6 scriptures, causing Confucianism today to be mostly without strength—by only relying on vast righteousness to live, their life and death are the hands of the lords and kings. They became the lackeys of the lords and kings, so how could they speak of allowing the world to be peaceful with the kings not doing anything? All those golden mean talks were all false!”

Ripping open his shirt, ”The ancient saint's so-called golden mean referred to heaven and men on a combined path, training one's heart to become kind, benevolent, righteous, sincere, saintly. However, they end up making it into a mess, mixing up and messing about the meaning within. Saying that ruling a country was like cooking, how can a large country be that? Even if one was cooking, occasionally using a lot of strength wouldn't be a problem. Like them, even if their body is corrupted and rotting they don't dare to cut with a knife, so what's the point? In the past, when I tried to correct someone I was deemed as ruthless and had to go all out and scold him before he stopped. They also said how if the water was clear there would be no fish. Those kinds of waters shouldn't be used in the first place, so what's the problem with it being a little clean? Every time the Confucians ruled, every hundred years corruption would fill their rule and signs of a chaotic time appear. Those Confucians have no way to solve it. Instead, they come to blame my master to say that he is evil, I f*** his mother…”

Within the pond, it was totally silent like she was totally stunned by the vulgar words spoken by the teen.

The white robbed teen turned to a smile, ”A good game of chess. Why did we end up talking about this? I rarely come over to accompany you, and all these things have nothing to do with you…”

After a long while, a light scoff came out from the voice in the pond, replying with a chess piece.

Seeing the situation the white robbed teen was first startled. After a short while, his eyes showed joy, ”As expected. If we don't continue how would we know whether we win or lose in the end. If I had admitted defeat how would I know that you would be so careless to make such a big mistake? Even a low skilled person like me could find a chance to turn defeat into victory.”

That pond was totally silent. However just as that teen was holding a black piece in his hand, his heart moved as he reached out with his hand.