I, the contemporary Confucian leader, live broadcast the fight and hit the whole Internet
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Yi Xiaoyi

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In a private room of a small teahouse in Qilu.

Behind her, a female reporter in a professional suit faced a handsome young man in a Confucian robe and revealed a sweet smile."Mr. Kong You, please wait a moment. We'll be done soon.”

"It's okay. I'm not in a hurry." Kong You expressed that he was not in a hurry.

However, the female reporter did not dare to be negligent. She poured tea for a while and told a few jokes for a while. She was extremely attentive.

It was no wonder that she did not have the demeanor of a reporter and was trying to court a man younger than her.

One had to know that although the man in front of him was only twenty years old, he was the Kong family's eightieth direct descendant! The leader of the scholarly faction!

With such an identity, every word and action of the other party represented the " orthodoxy " of two thousand years of inheritance!

If he neglected the other party because of some details that he did not do well, even if the other party did not pursue it, under the magnifying glass of this live broadcast, those modern Confucian descendants and the huge Kong family would probably not let him off easily.

Thinking about the consequences of offending both the Kong family and the scholarly faction in the Great Land of Qi and Lu, the young reporter's smile became even more obedient.

......

"Mr. Kong You, we're done here. Can we start on your side?”

The female reporter asked carefully.

Kong You raised his head and glanced at her as if he had just woken up from a dream.""Oh? Has it started?"

"Yes."

"Then let my eldest nephew do it."

Kong You turned his body, and a white-haired old man in his seventies or eighties sat down leisurely.

The female reporter was shocked. Is this your eldest nephew? He looked too old!

Kong You seemed to have heard the female reporter's inner thoughts and shrugged.""Our family has strict requirements for seniority.”

"My family doesn't allow me to speak freely outside, so I'll let my eldest nephew do the interviews and lectures," he said.”

Was this the rule of a family and sect that had been passed down for thousands of years, the strict requirements for the person in charge?

As expected of a thousand-year-old orthodox!

Looking at Kong You, who seemed to have fallen into deep thought again in the next second, the female reporter was filled with respect.

Thinking all the time, as expected of the leader of the scholarly faction!

......

If Kong You, who was in a daze, knew about the female reporter's " little guesses " about him, he would probably just laugh.

Rules my ass! What strict requirements!

Those old men were probably just afraid that he would talk nonsense outside.

Thinking of this, Kong You felt a little indignant. They were all Confucians!

Why is it that you guys can talk about the Analects of Confucius and I can't talk about the Lunyu?

This was academic discrimination!

Kong You, who was waiting for me to drag all of you away one day, was very resentful.

Speaking of this "Lunyu", its origins were actually quite mysterious.

It was the year Kong You turned eighteen.

At that time, his birthday had just passed.

After being inspected by various parties, he naturally inherited the double throne of the Confucian faction's speaker and the Kong family's direct line of descent, the next patriarch.

Then, a small ball of light inexplicably flew into Kong You's brain.

Kong You opened it out of curiosity to take a look at Lunyu?!!

At that time, Kong You felt that he had understood what the hell he had learned in the past?

In the future, I will devote my entire life to promoting the Confucian classics!

Having a goal in life was a joy!

Kong You excitedly brought his Lunyu and went to find his father, who was also the current clan leader.

He hoped to use the power of the family to carry out the education of "Lunyu".

Then, he was mercilessly suppressed.

The old man threatened his life. Without his permission, Kong You was not allowed to take the initiative to publicize his bullshit Lunyu.

Hence, Kong You's plan to promote the Confucian classics was put on hold.

As a result, the current situation had occurred. The officials and the Kong family had jointly launched a live broadcast to promote Confucianism. As the eldest son of the Kong family and the appointed speaker of Confucianism, he could only silently be a background board.

"How boring. I wonder when I'll be able to openly publicize my Confucian classics and let the world know the true meaning of Confucianism while also receiving some rewards.”

Kong You was in a daze as he fiddled with the little ball of light in his mind.

There were actually great benefits to learning Lunyu. When the little light orb entered Kong You's brain, it gave him two clear directions for growth.

One was to train oneself and practice the Lunyu. The higher the compatibility between one's words and deeds with the Lunyu, the more one could receive the blessing from their ancestor, Confucius.

The other was the " Lunyu " that he had comprehended through his personal practice and publicity, which earned him " Missionary Points."

Missionary points could be drawn at the lottery, divided into three prize pools, large, medium, and small, to randomly obtain the " mysterious reward."

Over the years, Kong You had relied on his own efforts to raise his compatibility to an astonishing 51%.

This was already a very high score. After all, that was an absolute saint. You could already be half as outstanding as him. Why would you still want a bicycle?

Moreover, the compatibility could directly accept the blessing, so if rounded up, Kong You could even be considered more than an ancestor!

However, on the other hand, his " Missionary Points " were a little too low. He only had five points now.

Then, he looked at the lucky draw score of the small prize pool. Good heavens, 50,000.

"When will I be able to accumulate enough points to draw once?”

Kong You felt helpless.

At this moment, suddenly.

"Pa!" Not far away from the private room, a young man in his mid-twenties slammed the table and stood up. His face was flushed red and the veins on his neck were bulging."You motherf * ckers are going too far!"

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