Sky Curtain: My Great Qin must have an aircraft carrier!

"Not bad, you do have some of my style."

Xiang Yu stared at the burly man on the sky and unconsciously rubbed his palms together.

Since the Battle of Julu, where he burned his boats and routed the Qin army, he had never encountered a worthy opponent again.

Even fierce generals like Long Ju and Ji Bu would tremble in fear when they saw him in the army.

Xiang Yu had little interest in becoming emperor; what he enjoyed most was fighting.

Seeing that burly man on the sky, with his broad back and thick waist, exuding a fierce aura, Xiang Yu felt an itch to fight.

"If this man were alive today, I would like to exchange a few blows with him." Xiang Yu turned to look at Fan Zeng, his eyes full of eagerness.

Fan Zeng gave him a disgruntled look.

Your Majesty, can you please focus your attention on important matters?

Liu Bang was doing very well in Guanzhong, and you still had the mood to watch him practice martial arts?

However, Fan Zeng didn't say it out loud; he also had to watch what was being broadcast on the screen.

What if some crucial information suddenly appears?

On the other side, Lu Li was amused by the scene on the screen and casually clicked on the newly refreshed video.

Why wasn't Confucius afraid of bandits and outlaws during his travels throughout the states? How difficult were travels for people in ancient times?

As soon as this title was posted, scholars from all dynasties and eras were in an uproar.

"Confucius! The heavens are about to tell the story of Confucius!"

"How great is Confucius! I never imagined that I would live to see the sage's presence in the heavens!"

Countless scholars were so excited that they could hardly contain themselves, completely disregarding their manners.

Since its inception, the show has featured numerous emperors and generals, yet it has devoted very little attention to Confucianism.

These people who have spent half their lives studying the classics have been waiting for ages.

An old scholar who had repeatedly failed the imperial examinations knelt on the ground, bowing his head in prayer to the sky.

"I've been taking the exam for twenty-two years! I pray to the saints to grant me success and ensure I pass with flying colors!"

Several young scholars passing by glanced at him sideways and secretly rolled their eyes.

After failing the exam for twenty-two years, do you still expect a saint to appear?

Go back to the countryside and raise pigs as soon as possible.

Even more devout old Confucian scholars knelt down and kowtowed, shouting loudly towards the sky:

"The heavens proclaim the sage's glorious name. If the sage could know from beyond the grave that Confucianism has spread throughout the world today, he would surely smile in his grave!"

Today we'll talk about why Confucius wasn't afraid of bandits and robbers on his travels through the various states.

As we all know, going out in ancient times was extremely dangerous, as there were wild beasts, bandits, and other dangerous creatures in the wilderness.

But Confucius, along with a group of students, traveled on foot from the State of Lu for fourteen years.

Along the way, they encountered sieges, ran out of food, and were almost killed.

But each time he managed to escape danger unscathed.

Did Confucius succeed through sheer luck?

A portrait is displayed on the canopy.

The painting depicts an old man wearing a scholar's cap and a loose robe, with his hands folded in front of his chest.

He had a kind face and a long, downturned beard, looking every bit the well-read old scholar.

When you think of Confucius, does this image come to mind?

Under the sky, everyone looked at each other, their expressions filled with confusion.

"Otherwise what?"

"This is how Confucius should look; only then can he be worthy of the title of Teacher of Ten Thousand Generations."

"That's right, that's right. A sage naturally looks like this. What else could he look like?"

The ink painting of Confucius in the dome image was marked with a huge red cross.

Wrong, wrong!

Confucius was the founder of Confucianism, but who told you that the founder must be weak?

Upon hearing this, all the Confucian scholars in the world were stunned.

What does that mean?

Was Confucius not supposed to be kind and benevolent?

The portrait on the screen was marked with a large red X, causing countless readers to feel a pang of anxiety.

One scholar was already getting impatient: "Later generations must not be disrespectful! That's a portrait of a sage!"

But Tianmu ignored all of that and continued talking.

Imagine the conditions in ancient times—roads were impassable, wild beasts roamed freely, and bandits were everywhere.

Confucius, along with seventy-two disciples, walked for fourteen years.

The physical exertion alone was something that an ordinary, weak scholar could not withstand.

Not to mention that Confucius was trapped between Chen and Cai for seven days, without food or water, and his disciples were so hungry that they could not stand up.

Confucius himself continued to play the zither and sing, and gave lectures as usual.

The Records of the Grand Historian, in the chapter on the Hereditary House of Confucius, states that Confucius was nine feet and six inches tall, and people considered him a tall man and unusual.

According to the measurement system of the pre-Qin period, this translates to a Shandong giant who is 2.2 meters tall!

Furthermore, Confucianism during the pre-Qin period emphasized the Six Arts of a Gentleman, with Confucius being particularly skilled in archery and horsemanship.

Upon hearing this explanation, many Confucian scholars were bewildered, but upon careful consideration, they could not find any flaws.

"That makes sense. The Rites of Zhou do indeed clearly state that the Six Arts of a Gentleman are a compulsory course for us."

"It is reasonable that a sage is proficient in archery and horsemanship and has a physical strength that is different from that of ordinary people."

The scholars nodded to each other, reluctantly accepting this explanation.

A burly man standing nine feet tall, dressed in Confucian robes, would be a majestic and awe-inspiring master.

Therefore, Confucius's true appearance should be like this—

The images on the sky changed in a series of shifts.

The burly man who had been facing away from everyone turned around.

The man was over two feet tall and extremely robust.

With broad shoulders and a burly build, he resembled a fierce Vajra, exuding a terrifying aura.

His bare upper body, with muscles piled up like an iron drum, forcefully squeezed out the character "德" (virtue) on his back.

His thick, muscular arms were bulging with veins, and he held a scroll of bamboo slips in his palm, indicating his identity.

Under the sky, there was silence for three whole breaths.

Then--

"Is this Confucius?!"

"Tianmu, don't try to fool us! This looks like they just uploaded a portrait of Xiang Yu!"

"How could Confucius look like that! I don't believe it, I absolutely refuse to believe it!"

Countless Confucian scholars broke down in their defenses, and the old Confucian scholars were so angry that they beat their chests and stamped their feet.

Who can accept that their ancestor was a muscular hunk?

The State of Lu.

Zilu looked up at the portrait on the sky, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

Turning to look at Confucius himself beside him, cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

Confucius was standing in the courtyard, carrying two hundred-pound stone locks in his hands, calmly swinging them to hone his strength.

Hearing the movement in the sky, Confucius put down the stone lock in his hand and revealed a kind smile.

"Zilu, what's wrong? You look so pale. Are you feeling unwell?"

Zilu felt a chill run down his spine and quickly waved his hand.

"No, it's nothing! Teacher, I'm fine!"

"The student remembered that his sow was about to give birth and he had to rush back to take care of her."

Confucius suddenly realized what was happening and bent down to pick up the stone lock from the ground.

"That is indeed a very important matter. Livestock reproduction is the foundation of farming. Go as soon as possible and come back as soon as possible."

Zilu took two steps back, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and turned to run out of the courtyard gate.

Confucius looked at Zilu, who was fleeing in disarray, and shook his head.

"Yan Hui, bring me my sword. Today we will discuss the Book of Poetry."

So now you understand, right? Confucius during the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods was an incredibly strong and muscular man.

His three thousand disciples were all soldiers and officers who were proficient in the Six Arts of a Gentleman.

In the Spring and Autumn Period, this was equivalent to the armed forces of a small vassal state.

Confucius was traveling through various states with this large group. The one who should be worried wasn't Confucius himself, but rather the wild beasts and bandits along the way.

"Nonsense! It's all fallacies and heresies!"

"These people from later generations are utterly disloyal and treacherous, betraying their master and ancestors!"

Many Confucian scholars expressed their disapproval, jumping up and down in anger as they denounced the heavens for distorting history.

An elderly woman buying groceries nearby, carrying a bamboo basket, looked at the group of furious old scholars with disdain.

"So this is what Confucius looked like. What a majestic man he was."

"You're all too weak to even kill a chicken, panting for ages after just a few steps, and you still dare to call yourselves Confucian scholars?"

Upon hearing this, the Confucian scholars were so angry that they blew their beards and glared at the old woman, pointing at her as if to refute her.

Looking at the burly man on the sky and then at the old woman's thick arms, I couldn't find a single word to refute him.

In the end, all they could do was grumble and say, "It must be a misinterpretation by later generations. We must use the Analects to correct these erroneous trends!"