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

Following the disappearance of Zi Lu and Yan Hui, the room suddenly became deserted.

This kind of desolation entered Confucius' heart in an instant. Seeing nothing in front of him, he staggered back two steps, as if he couldn't accept it, and fell to the ground.

Lin Yi stretched out his hand to help Confucius up.

"Master, take care."

Confucius looked at Ji Dong, the pain in his eyes had not yet dissipated.

He stared blankly at the place where the two were standing just now, and it took him a long time to realize that the two had disappeared.

Confucius closed his eyes, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

"I saw you today, and my wish has come true."

He sighed, with endless sadness in his tone.

Looking at Confucius like this, the barrage also empathized with each other.

"My heart hurts. Both Zilu and Yan Hui left too early. One is my most beloved disciple, and the other is my most difficult disciple to discipline. No matter which one it is, Master loves it deeply."

"Well, parting may be the most unacceptable thing for Master, so he doesn't talk about ghosts and gods."

"I didn't expect that one day, I would still be able to empathize with the master. The master can't accept the fact that the two of them have passed away."

"Although Master is old, he still misses his disciples."

"My heart aches, Master's tears have never stopped since I saw the two of you!"

"Master didn't even dare to touch Yan Hui just now, because he was afraid that it was fake, but even if it was fake, he was still doing his duty and answering their questions."

"The one in front, you're piercing my heart again!"

Lin Yi supported Confucius against the door. Confucius gradually came out of the pain. He sighed and said nothing for a long time.

After waiting for a long time, Confucius spoke.

"The road to the great road is as difficult as climbing to the sky. Although I have lost a lot, I have traveled all the way on this muddy road, and I have never stopped and never regretted it."

His voice is full of vicissitudes and grief that no one knows.

Ji Dong looked at Confucius, and couldn't bear to speak.

He fulfilled Confucius' dream, but seeing such a master, he also felt sad.

Confucius stretched out his hand to pack his clothes, leaned against the door, and looked up at the white clouds in the sky.

"I am old, and I like to read "Yi" when I am old."

"This world is inherently cyclical, and there is no reason to stay the same."

Confucius reached out and patted Ji Dong's hand.

He looked at Ji Dong with relief in his eyes.

"Lin Jun, you don't have to worry about blaming yourself, I'm fine."

"Although I have lost You and Zhong You, I know that they have never failed their way in their life."

"Qiu, you don't repent of your own ways."

Confucius looked at Ji Dong, who smiled and said, "Okay."

Sitting next to Confucius, Ji Dong also looked up at Baiyun just like Confucius.

"Master, do you want to know the evaluation of future generations on Master?"

Confucius stroked his beard, his eyes were flat.

"I have read Yi for many years, and I listen to people's good and evil words."

"If you don't suffer from others, you don't know yourself, and if you suffer from others, you don't know others."

"I want to know people."

Confucius looked at Lin Yi, smiled and said, "Little friend, why not tell me."

Lin Yi sat on the sidelines, clasped his hands, and said, "Later generations will have two opinions about you."

"Some people say that your Confucianism restricts future generations of scholars and creates thousands of years of rotten Confucianism and moths. It is dross and an eternal sin!"

Confucius listened to Lin Yi's words with neither sadness nor joy on his face. He looked at the white clouds flowing in the sky, as if he had completely guessed and accepted the world's evaluation of him.

Hearing Ji Dong's words, Danmaku also fell into deep thought.

"To tell you the truth, Master's thinking is indeed progressive, especially in terms of manhood and art, but he has put forward different ideas and opinions, but there is one thing that Master can't refute, that is, he advocates Zhou rituals!"

"Master, some things are too rigid. Although this does not prevent him from becoming a teacher for later generations, many pedantic things later developed from Master's Confucianism."

"I don't think so. Master's Confucianism pays attention to the six arts. Almost no scholars in later generations can do it. Besides, at that time, the prosperous Zhou Dynasty was even more desirable!"

"Master, some things are right, but some things are problematic. This is beyond doubt. The saint is not perfect, so there is nothing to argue about."

In the Huaxia Cultural Research Institute, Guan Hongshen looked at the screen with a little emotion.

"Master's words and deeds are a role model for all ages. He is almost perfect. There is no problem with the implementation of Zhou rituals. These so-called rotten words and moths are almost all spoken by people who don't know much."

Chen Jitong also nodded at the side.

"That is, Master's contribution to China's 5000-year culture is not ordinary, but later generations tamper with Master's theory, which will lead to Master's infamy!"

Guan Hongshen agreed, and then looked at Chen Jitong.

"Xiao Chen, you are so knowledgeable. Write an article tonight to explain. I think many people have misunderstood the master."

Chen Ji was stunned at the same time.

what?
homework?
what?
"Well, teacher, I am the dean now."

"What's wrong with the dean? Dean, you don't want to write? Hurry up, I will check the day after tomorrow!"

Chen Jitong looked at the screen aggrieved.

What's the matter? Watching TV, I was assigned homework in class
In the picture, Confucius didn't care much on his face. He looked at Baiyun and said slowly: "As the posterity say, there is good while there is evil."

"Common sense."

Lin Yi sat beside Confucius, looked at Master, and then bowed deeply to him.

"However, someone once commented on you like this."

"Confucius was not born in the sky, eternity is like a long night!"

As soon as Ji Dong's words came out, the barrage instantly became agitated.

"Come on, come on, my DNA is starting to move again!"

"Master is the teacher of all of us!"

"Master Wan Gu! The sky does not give birth to a master, and the ages are like a long night!"

Confucius leaned against the door, still neither sad nor happy.

Ji Dong's words have not stopped yet.

"Mountains look up and stop, scenery travels and stops!"

"To be like Confucius, to be as bright as the sun and the moon!"

"My master's way begins with keeping the subtlety of prudence and independence, and finally cultivates the counselor; it is practiced in the daily routine, and it reaches the country and the world!"

Lin Yi stood up and bowed in front of Confucius.

Confucius looked up at Ji Dong, and his eyes were moved.

He thought that later generations would scold him.

Unexpectedly, he did indeed influence future generations.

His way, which has been passed down for thousands of years, has not changed at all.

Lin Yi's eyes were solemn. He represented the future generations and saluted Confucius.

"The Master's teachings will influence future generations for thousands of years!"

"My master is not guilty!"

"Master, the merit lies in the future!"

As soon as Lin Yi's words came out, the bullet screen instantly boiled.

"Master, the merit lies in the future!"

"My master is innocent! Well said!"

"Master is the backbone of China! He is our teacher!"

"Master, the merit lies in the future!!"