Collection of Huaxia: the beginning of the inventory of the top ten ancient figures

in the screen.

Confucius looked at the pupil, who turned his head to look at the teacher.

"Okay, sit down."

Confucius stroked his beard and smiled lightly.

"it is good."

He laughed twice and walked back to Ji Dong.

"There is no discrimination in teaching, and later generations have achieved it. Even if Qiu gets nothing from what he has been pursuing all his life, Qiu will have no regrets."

Ji Dong also looked at Confucius with a smile.

"This is the virtue of a master."

Confucius sighed, turned around and looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes became more joyful and determined.

"It is benevolence to teach without discrimination, and future generations have done it!"

He had been preaching all his life, and when he saw that what he was after had been realized, some tears appeared in his eyes.

"The Tao is accomplished, even if you die, you will have no regrets."

Confucius was full of joy. He looked at Lin Yi and said, "Mr. Lin."

"Self-restraining and reverence is benevolence, can future generations do it?"

Ji Dong looked up at Confucius, who was full of expectation.

After seeing the places Ji Dong took him to, he looked forward to what he valued the most.

He has been advocating all his life to be a gentleman.

Self-restraint and return to courtesy are his first requirements for a gentleman.

He wanted to know if everyone in this future world is a gentleman!

Lin Yi stretched out his hand and led Confucius to the outside of the classroom.

"Master, why don't you see for yourself."

Confucius looked up and looked forward.

The figures of the classroom and the children passed behind him, and there was darkness in front of him.

"Mr. Lin?" Confucius called out in the dark.

Suddenly, a firework exploded in the sky.

Then countless stars emerged from the darkness.

The light of the bright star illuminates the darkness.

Confucius looked at a road of stars appearing in front of him, his eyes were shocked.

"Lin Jun, is this Tianhe?"

Confucius looked at the star under his feet, and then looked up at the star above his head.

He reached out to touch the star above his head, and the star instantly turned into a stream of light and fell at the end of the road of stars.

"Master, this is a long river of history."

"After Master, countless heroes have emerged."

Ji Dong led Confucius forward slowly.

"Master, dare to ask, what is self-restraint and reverence?"

Confucius walked on the road, pondered for a while, and said: "Restraint, Mingli, is for a gentleman, then self-restraint and return to etiquette."

Ji Dong nodded, and the star that was knocked off by the master came from the opposite side.

White light instantly flooded the screen, and then a flat grassland appeared.

An old man with a scepter sits on a stone, with hundreds of sheep in front of him.

He was singing against the wind, although he was shivering in the cold wind, but his singing was extremely loud.

Seeing this person, the barrage was instantly heated up.

"It's Su Wu! Su Wu shepherds the sheep!"

"Su Wu stayed in the Huns for 19 years, and refused to surrender to the Huns! It can be said that he is the backbone of our China!"

"When I saw Su Wu's back, I felt a little sad. How could a person stay at the border for 19 years in 19 years."

"Hey, this is the integrity of the Chinese envoys! I would rather die than surrender!"

In the picture, Confucius looked at Su Wu's back, and he took two steps forward.

"He is so old, why does he want to herd sheep here?"

Confucius looked at the grassland in front of him, the cold wind was blowing on him, even he felt the biting cold.

However, the old man was only wearing simple clothes, which were much thinner than his.

Confucius walked towards Su Wu. Lin Yi followed Confucius and said, "This man's name is Su Wu."

"It was an envoy after the time of Master."

Confucius froze for a moment, and stopped in his tracks.

"Envoy? Why is the envoy doing this?"

"It's really rude to treat the envoy like this!"

Confucius was a little angry, he frowned and looked at the old man.

"Yes, he was sent as an envoy to the Huns."

"The Huns forced him to surrender and become a Hun."

"Su Wuning did not surrender, and stayed in the Huns for 19 years."

"Later the Xiongnu cut off his food. He ate felt wool when he was hungry, and drank snow water when he was thirsty."

Confucius' eyes were moved.

"He never regretted it?"

Lin Yi smiled and said, "Master, you can ask him yourself."

As soon as Ji Yi's words came out, the barrage instantly boiled up.

"Fuck! Fuck!!"

"Talk to the sages, and let the sages talk to the sages! Absolutely!"

"Master, is Master going to talk to Su Wu?"

"My heart is starting to get excited!"

Confucius was also taken aback, and then looked at Su Wu's back.

His singing voice was still loud, but there were a few coughs like a broken bellows in between.

Confucius walked over, and then squatted beside Su Wu.

"Old man."

Su Wu suddenly turned around!

The camera was right on Su Wu's face.

Everyone in front of the screen fell silent.

What a face.

A face that is dozens of times older than Confucius.

The cold of the plateau wrinkled his skin, and the direct sunlight made his face dark.

At first glance, it looks like a twisted black cloth.

But at this time, it was the sixth year of Su Wu's mission.

He is only 46 years old.

11 years younger than Confucius.

He hid himself under the sackcloth, but the worn clothes could not protect him from the cold at all.

He didn't seem to hear Confucius' question clearly, but his eyes gradually ignited a fiery light.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed Confucius. Although his strength was very small, Confucius could break free, but he did not let go.

"You are! You are Han Chinese!" Su Wu looked at Confucius excitedly, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Confucius was taken aback, seeing the light in his eyes, he was silent for a while, then smiled and said, "Yes."

Su Wu stood up excitedly, the cold wind on the plateau blew away all the heat he had managed to get on his body, and tears filled his eyes.

"I knew that His Majesty would not abandon me!!"

Su Wu looked at Confucius, and then at Lin Yi beside him.

The longer he watched, the more disheartened he became.

The clothes of these two people are not in the style of the Han Dynasty.

They are not envoys, they are not here to take him home.

Trembling, Su Wu let go of Confucius' hand, and staggered back a step.

Then he looked up to the sky and wept. He looked at the sunlight in the distance and fell to his knees as if he couldn't bear it.

"Yuyou heaven, when will it be mine!!!"

Su Wu shouted, his voice was sour and stagnant, which contained all his sadness and helplessness in the past six years.

The audience in front of the screen was also moved by the sound.

"It makes me want to cry."

"Su Wu's Hu Festival is not humiliating, and the snow is icy; I have been poor for 19 years, thirsty to drink snow, hungry to eat felt; shepherding the North Sea, keeping the Han community in my heart, and I still haven't returned it. Fuck, I cried!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

"Here shepherding sheep, no one cares about him for 19 years, how can his heart withstand it!"

"Who can bear such a chilling heart."

In the picture, Confucius took off his outer garment and put it on Su Wu's body.

Su Wu looked up at Confucius, his eyes were full of tears, already blurred.

He just felt that the person in front of him was very familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

Confucius looked at Su Wu in front of him, feeling sore in his heart.

"You will go back. Your country and king have never abandoned you. One day you will go back."

Su Wu looked up at Confucius, and for some reason he felt relieved when he heard this.

"Sir, is Han still there? Are you okay?"

Su Wu asked, he didn't ask himself when he would be able to go back, as soon as he opened his mouth, it was his home country.

Confucius looked at Ji Dong beside him, and Ji Dong nodded.

"Don't worry, Han is fine."

Su Wu nodded, then stood up, then sat back tremblingly.

His back curled up again, and the cold wind blew his clothes.

"That's good, that's good." Su Wu said, holding the scepter, and stopped talking.

Confucius stood behind Su Wu and remained silent for a long time.

"If a gentleman loses benevolence, is it evil to become famous? A gentleman has no end in violating benevolence, and if he makes mistakes, he will end up with it, and if he loses it, he will end up with it."

"This person has a loyal heart and a high integrity."

Ji Dong stood beside Confucius, and when he heard what Confucius said, he asked, "Master, do you think this is him?"

Confucius nodded, then turned around and took two steps slowly.

"Being a gentleman, worthy of being a gentleman, being a gentleman!"