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

Confucius, who was standing on the opposite bank, was taken aback when he heard this, and turned to look at Ji Dong.

"What this person said is reasonable."

He thought for a long time in silence, then turned to laughing heartily.

"Mr. Lin, Bhikkhu's perspective on the theory of later generations is much farther-reaching."

Ji Dong looked at Confucius, his eyes flashed with excitement.

"There is nothing outside the heart, this flower only blooms in the heart, hahahaha"

Confucius smiled, and then looked at the people on the other side with relief.

"He has seen it quite thoroughly in this way. Even if Qiu came to see it, he could only see it to this extent."

"However, what he said is different from Qiu's. Qiu's behavior is practical, but he starts from the heart. Is he pursuing tranquility?"

Confucius looked at Lin Yi, Lin Yi nodded, and said: "Mr. Yangming said, you can experience it in a quiet place, and practice it in practice."

Confucius nodded and said: "It is different to experience in quietness and practice in practice. Qiu only talks about practicality."

Congratulations filled Confucius' eyes, and he turned his head to look at the flower forest on the other side.

Wang Yangming walked slowly in the flower forest, as if feeling something in his heart, he stopped to look at the other side.

His gaze collided with Confucius' gaze on the river.

There was some shock in Wang Yangming's eyes.

His friend urged him aside.

"Bo'an, what are you looking at?"

Wang Yangming looked back at his friend, and said in a daze, "I seem to have seen Master!"

The friend was stunned, and looked around Wang Yangming, he smiled: "You don't know how to read books, do you? Is there any shadow of Master?"

Wang Yangming turned around and wanted to point to the opposite side, but when he looked around, there were only a few flowering trees swaying in the wind, and there was no figure of Master.

Wang Yangming opened his mouth, and then said: "Maybe it is. Maybe I misread it."

On the other side, Confucius and Lin Yi stepped forward.

Confucius looked very satisfied, and he said, "Mr. Lin."

"This man is well-learned and personable. He is a gentleman."

Confucius chuckled, very satisfied with the appearance of scholars in later generations.

Lin Yi walked beside Confucius and said, "Master, do you still want to see it?"

Confucius pondered, then nodded.

"Mr. Lin, from Su Wu to Wang Yangming, several dynasties have emerged in succession."

"Qiu, I am very pleased."

"But there's one thing Yau doesn't understand."

Confucius looked at Ji Dong, and Lin Yi was also a little puzzled. He looked at Confucius respectfully.

"Master, but there is no harm in asking."

Confucius nodded and said: "What they did only had spiritual influence, but they never left anything for future generations."

"Only Wang Yangming said it, but I don't think people in the future will be able to understand his theory."

"Gentlemen, you should not only focus on the present, but also focus on the world and future generations."

Confucius looked at Ji Dong, thought for a while, and asked, "I want to know, is there anyone in the future who is doing something that Qiu has not done?"

"Support the people all over the world and promote the learning of the people."

Confucius regarded the world as Muduo, practiced Confucianism, and educated the people.

The people he has seen now put the family and the country first, and no one seems to put the study of the people first.

He was curious and wanted to know if there was anyone who shared his commitment to learning for the people of the world?

Lin Yi smiled and pointed to the road ahead. The road along the river bank was very long, with no end in sight.

"Master, please look."

Confucius took two steps forward, and a book appeared on the bank of the river. Confucius walked over, picked up the book, and looked up again, and there was a rice field in front of him.

In this paddy field, a person is planting rice seedlings.

As soon as they saw this person, all the bullet screens began to get excited, but there was no one else, because everyone knew this person.

"It's Song Yingxing!!"

"Damn it! I just thought, who can inherit the heart of the master, I didn't expect it to be Song Yingxing, but thinking about it this way, it is so. He has been doing practical things all his life!"

"I'm touched! Since it's Song Yingxing!"

"It seems that he is living in seclusion in the mountains now. Is it the early Qing Dynasty? At this time?"

in the screen.

Lin Yi walked up to Confucius and said, "This man's name is Song Yingxing, and he was from the late Ming Dynasty."

"After the Qing soldiers entered the customs, other clans entered the Central Plains, and this person retired."

""Heavenly Creation" in the hands of the master is the work of this person's life."

Confucius looked at the four characters on the book, then opened the book in his hand, his eyes were shaken, and he turned to look at Ji Dong.

"This is a book?"

Lin Yi nodded.

"This..." Confucius didn't know what to say. He stroked the book, and then looked at the contents of the book seriously. There were many pictures in the book, and there were explanations for these pictures next to it.

"Textiles, coal mining, ceramics, bricks, paper."

Even if Confucius didn't know what some of these things meant, he was already trembling with the techniques he knew.

"Lin Jun!"

Confucius looked at Ji Dong.

"This is a good book! If this book is completed, everyone will live!"

He looked at this book with eyes full of excitement. The techniques in the book were detailed and complete. If everyone had a copy of this book, then the people in this world would be able to live and work in peace and contentment, at least their life would not be so difficult.

He was flipping through the books. Song Yingxing from the field had already noticed the two of them. He saw an old man in shabby clothes flipping through the books. He came up from the field, wiped his hands on his body, and said to Confucius, "This old gentleman?"

Confucius turned his head, with some tears in his eyes.

Song Yingxing looked up at Confucius, his eyes froze.

"Are you? Why do I think you are so kind."

Song Yingxing stretched out his hand, Confucius stretched out his hand one step ahead of him, and supported the young man.

All his life, he hoped that the world would be peaceful and that the people could live and work in peace and contentment. This book made Confucius see hope.

How could he not be excited.

"Good boy." Confucius patted Song Yingxing on the shoulder, arranged the books in his hands, and handed them to Song Yingxing solemnly.

"This book, I think you haven't finished it yet, so write it well. This is a book that will last forever."

Song Yingxing was stunned for a moment, and tears filled his eyes.

"Sir, with such high praise from Mr. Chang Geng, he will have no regrets in this life."

Song Yingxing looked at Confucius. He worked hard for the people all his life, but he encountered troubled times and had to retire to write books. He was not afraid of being unknown, but what he was most afraid of was that the books in his hands would not be handed down. In the end, he became countless lost books in history. one of the books.

However, for some reason, what the old man said in front of him made him feel very relieved.

Song Yingxing looked at the old man, he thought about it, trembling his lips, and asked, "I see you, you look like a saint."

Kong Qiu looked at Song Yingxing, thought for a while, but didn't answer.

Song Yingxing wiped away his tears, and said with a smile: "It's really blinding. The Qing soldiers entered the customs. The old man is dressed in ancient clothes. He must be living in seclusion in this mountain, right?"

Confucius nodded. He looked at Song Yingxing. He didn't look very old, but his black hair was full of white hair.

"Do you regret it?" Confucius asked looking at Song Yingxing like this. With his talent and this book, he didn't need to hide in the mountains.

Song Yingxing was taken aback for a moment, and he looked at Confucius.

He knew what Confucius was asking him.

Regret?
Regret going back to hermit, let myself and this book be buried in this mountain forest.

Song Yingxing smiled lightly, looking at the rice field beside him.

"No regrets, I am a Ming person, I will not enter the Qing Dynasty."

"There are also many people in this mountain. Chang Geng often teaches them farming and weaving techniques."

Song Yingxing also had a smile in his eyes.

"Chang Geng, here, neither suffering nor regret."