I Really Didn’t Become a Saint Thanks to a Simulator

Sage: “Write a poem on the theme of brothers in seven lines or fewer. The poem must not contain the word ‘brothers.’” Su Cheng: “Beans are boiled over burning stalks; the beans in the pot weep. Born from the same root, why are you so eager to consume one another?” Heh. In a world of Confucian cultivation, strange tales, and the pursuit of immortality, you can become a sage just by copying a few poems. What would I need a simulator for? Sage: “Impressive wit indeed! How many characters are in the Analects? How many in the Mencius? How many in the Book of Changes?” Su Cheng: “????????????????????” Aaaaaaah! Hurry up and get the simulator to save me!