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

Although Song Yingxing was smiling, Confucius and Lin Yi standing beside him could clearly feel the sadness in him.

After the subjugation of the country.

He can only make a choice between becoming an official and retiring. If he chooses to become an official and does not bury his talent, he will lose his perseverance.

If he chooses to return to the mountains and forests, he will only be unknown for the rest of his life, and be a villager in the mountains.

He chose the latter, abandoning the glory and wealth that everyone is pursuing.

The people in front of the screen looked at Song Yingxing like this, and felt quite emotional in their hearts.

"He abandoned a lot of things. Back then, he resigned and went home to concentrate on writing books. Later, he returned to his post and restored the places damaged by the war. Unfortunately, his talent did not meet the good times."

"Song Yingxing has been loyal to the emperor and patriotic all his life, and later placed his hopes on Nanming. Unfortunately, Nanming died in a few years."

"Hey, Song Yingxing single-handedly promoted China's scientific development. He hoped that everyone would have food and live and work in peace and contentment, but he was the one who couldn't live and work in peace and contentment the most."

"The country is destroyed, he is at a loss what to do, his elder brother died of poison, it is even more impossible for him to enter the Qing Dynasty!"

"The backbone of China is this group of people!"

In the picture, Song Yingxing smiled, then looked up into the distance, and sighed softly.

"I don't know how many years have been in this mountain, and I, a subjugated person, don't know how many years."

"Yes, sir, this book"

Song Yingxing took out the book from his pocket, and wanted to give it to the old man just now, but before he took it out, he looked up again, but there was no one in front of him.

Song Yingxing glanced around, then put the book back beside the field ridge, walked into the field silently, and started planting rice seedlings seriously and silently.

But Confucius and Ji Dong were still standing on the bank of the river, everything in front of Confucius slowly disappeared, and he turned his head to look at the way he and Ji Yi had come.

On this road, I passed Du Fu who chanted, Xin Qiji who was full of expectations, Lu Xiufu who threw himself into the sea with his young master on his back, Wang Yangming who saw flowers, and Song Yingxing who worked hard.

Confucius looked at the muddy road on the bank of the river and heaved a long sigh.

"It turns out that scholars of later generations walked the same long and muddy road as Qiu did."

Kong Qiu slowly walked up to the wet mud on the river bank, not caring that the river mud stained his clothes.

As he walked, he sang loudly.

"Jiang Yousi, his son returns, I don't accept it. If I don't accept it, I will regret it later."

"Jiang Youzhu, the son returns, not with me. If not with me, he will be with him later."

"Jiang Youtuo, the son returns, and I don't pass by. If I don't pass by, his roar sings."

"Self-restraint and return to courtesy, benevolence! Benevolence is the ultimate!"

"Lin Jun!"

Confucius stopped and turned to look at Lin Yi who was standing there.

He cupped his hands and bowed to Ji Dong, who responded with the same salute.

"Thank you Lin Jun, show Qiu to see these."

Confucius stood up straight and looked at Ji Dong.

"Qiu Ming! Qiu's road is like this river bank."

"It's hard, it's hard to reach the blue sky."

"But Qiu will never look back."

Confucius turned around and laughed.

"Chao Wendao, Xi can die!"

"Chao Wendao, Xi can die!"

"Chaowendao!"

"You can die in the evening!!"

Confucius' figure slowly disappeared, Lin Yi bowed and saluted, and stood up straight after Confucius left.

He looked around, and slowly stepped on the path Confucius had just walked.

This scene, quite a bit of following the saints, inheriting the meaning of learning first, attracted everyone's discussion.

"Seeing Master leave, and seeing Lin Yi embark on this road, I'm so excited!"

"Actually, what is the difference between what Ji Dong did and what Master did? Don't they all use their own methods to pass on knowledge and awaken people."

"Many people are doing the thing of inheriting culture, but Ji Dong may be doing the best here. At least he made our eyes all focus on traditional culture."

"Inheriting Chinese culture is a duty bound by my generation. I have decided! I want to read a book!"

"Come on! It is recommended not to learn English!"

"The one in front, you can go dreaming!"

In the United States, at Guan Qi's home, Guan Qi wiped away his tears and clenched his fists.

"Inheriting culture is our duty!"

Jack looked at Guan Qi, and also reached out to wipe away his tears.

"It's rare for me to cry for my country, but I didn't expect it to be for your country."

Guan Qi smiled and said: "It's not impossible for you to become a Chinese. There are many foreigners who are naturalized in Huaxia."

Jack looked at Guan Qi, with some light in his eyes.

Guan Qi smiled again, and said: "But, your Chinese language is too flavorful, you can't do it."

Jack snorted and turned his head away.

"Just laugh at me, Qi, I have been working very hard to learn Huaxia recently. One day, I will speak Huaxia more authentically than you!"

in the screen.

Ji Dong walked slowly on the muddy river bank, everything around him slipped away from him at an extremely fast speed.

Then, the screen turned and the camera fell outside a courtyard.

Ji Dong walked outside the courtyard, reached out and gently knocked on the door.

Soon, a disciple with a sword opened the door from the inside?

"Who are you?"

Lin Yi lightly cupped his hands.

"Your Majesty, Lin Yi, the future generation, come to visit Master!"

The disciple was a little confused, but he still returned the salute and said, "I'll go and talk to Master."

The disciple ran forward, and Ji Dong followed behind.

The disciple walked around the courtyard and stopped outside a room.

"Brother Zigong, there is a man named Lin Yi asking to see him."

Zigong was sitting under the eaves, holding a scroll in his hand, and he raised his head slightly to read it.

Standing in front of him, Lin Yi was neatly dressed and in the prime of his life. He was only in his 20s at first glance.

"Are you here to study?"

Lin Yi nodded, and Zigong stood up.

"Master is sick, you'd better come back another day."

Lin Yi shook his head.

"I want to ask my master a question."

Zigong glanced at Lin Yi in front of him. The master once said that maybe an old friend would come to him in the future. He looked at Lin Yi, thought for a while, and then opened the door.

"Please."

Ji Dong nodded, and then walked slowly into the room.

In the room, Confucius leaned against the door and looked up at the white clouds in the sky.

There was a childish look in his eyes, as if he was full of infinite reverie and curiosity about the changing clouds in the sky.

Lin Yi came from behind him, sat behind Confucius, looked up at Baiyun, and said after a long time, "I haven't seen Master for a long time, how is Master?"

When Confucius heard this voice, he was slightly taken aback, then turned around.

The camera fell on Confucius. He was over half a century old, his head was full of white hair, and his cheeks were wrinkled. Although he looked energetic, he was no longer as energetic as he was when he was young.

Confucius looked at Ji Dong, he was the same as in his early years, and the years seemed to have never left any traces on him.

Confucius sighed softly and said with a smile, "I haven't seen Mr. Lin for a long time, but you are still the same as before."

Confucius leaned against the door, his eyes full of nostalgia.

"The last time I saw Mr. Lin was 17 years ago."

Confucius said with a smile, looking very kind and kind.

"Seventeen years ago, Lin Jun took Qiu to see the appearance of those future generations."

"Qiu has always kept it in his heart."

"Although this muddy road is difficult, Qiu has finally come to an end."