The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

The fierce king's voice spread through the sound-conducting conch, sending chills all over the people in the courtyard.

The evil king is finally taking action.

This is the origin of the fierce reputation of the fierce king. If the opponent does not bow his head and surrender, he will definitely use all means.

Meng Li snorted coldly and left in a swagger. Those Niu Barbarian generals wearing heavy armor swept Fang Yun's eyes with murderous intent and left one by one.

"I have something to do at home, so I'm afraid I won't be able to attend today's Kongcheng Mid-Autumn Cultural Festival, so I'll take my leave." The man who greeted the other party with a smile from before cupped his hands and left in a hurry.

Then one person turned around and left without saying anything.

Li Fanming's face was terrifyingly gloomy. He didn't expect that the person he brought with him would be so irresponsible. He was so frightened that he left as soon as he heard about the fierce king.

There were seventeen people when we came, but now there are only fifteen left.

A disciple from an aristocratic family said coldly: "To be frightened into this by the Fierce Lord, the friendship between classmates will end here. I won't be able to recognize him when we meet in the future."

Fang Yun glanced at this man. He was a descendant of the semi-saint ancestor Chongzhi. His family was good at number, calendar and "Book of Changes" among the six arts of the gentleman. Zu Chongzhi was the one who accurately calculated the circumference of pi. He was also proficient in music and Go and was versatile. .

"It is etiquette to bow to Meng Li, but abandoning friends in times of crisis is not what we, the children of the Zheng family, do." The person from the Zheng Xuan family said.

There were also a few people who were originally hesitant and couldn't move at this moment.

Li Fanming had an angry look on his face and said: "Every family has been planning for this Holy Ruins for a long time, but there is no one like the Fierce Lord who is so unscrupulous! Even if the blood-dropped animal skin involves the secret of the Holy Ruins, it is just a clue at most, but he put it It’s crazy to think of this blood-dropped animal skin as an opportunity for him to become a saint and a hope for the rise of the Meng family.”

One person sighed: "Although I don't like evil kings, if you want to be canonized, you have to have the spirit of a lunatic. Isn't Mozi's universal love and non-aggression the biggest lunatic in the war period? Shang Yang, Han Feizi, Li Si and other laws home Lu Buwei used Qin Shihuang's father as a "curious item" and hoarded it. Finally, he successfully "sold" the first emperor's father to become the king of the country, in exchange for the power of the Qin State, and finally became a half-sage of the Za family. The evil king was even more crazy than him. ?”

"No matter how crazy Lord Fierce is, he can't be as crazy as Lord Wu An Bai Qi." Someone else said.

"Liu Xuande and Zhuge Wuhou tried to unify the ninety states with the power of one country and restore the glory of the Han Dynasty. In my eyes, they are also madmen."

"The fierceness of the fierce king points directly to the road of courage, breaking down all obstacles, and may not be able to make up for the shortcomings of the saint in the future. He was a scholar at the age of twelve, passed the imperial examination at the age of thirteen, entered the holy market at the age of fifteen, He became a Jinshi in the Imperial Examination, and almost became the leader of the Ten Kingdoms in the end. He became a Hanlin scholar five years ago, and he will definitely become a bachelor next year. If he were not too young, he would probably be the top of the four talents of this generation. "

"Remember that the fierce king's temperament changed drastically after he came out of the Holy Ruins, right? Huh, why didn't he die inside!" The person who spoke obviously had a very bad relationship with the Meng family.

Li Fanming looked at Fang Yun and said: "The fierce king said that you want to be a mad king, so why not do it? This madness is not arrogance, but the madness of Confucius. Confucius said: If you don't follow the middle line, you will be mad. What's wrong? A crazy person is aggressive, but a stubborn person doesn't do anything."

Everyone praised one after another. This saying comes from "The Analects of Confucius". It means that when Confucius couldn't find anyone who truly adhered to the golden mean, he would associate with a crazy person. A crazy person is someone who dares to do something, and a crazy person is someone who does something and doesn't do something. They are all worthy of Confucius’ friendship.

"Fang Yun, do you think you are this mad king?"

Fang Yun calmly looked at the door and said firmly and forcefully: "Let's not talk about the name of this crazy king for the time being, but today I will be regarded as the crazy person that Confucius said! Since his fierce king said that I can't get out Holy Ruins, then I must come out and let the world know that the evil king is totally wrong! How can I be evil for a lifetime? Those who stand in my way will be destroyed with my pen!"

Everyone nodded and secretly praised, Xiongjun was suppressing him. Once Fang Yun lost in courage, it would be difficult to compete with the top genius like Xiongjun.

Intelligence is changeable, but literary courage is unyielding!

Li Fanming praised loudly: "How can you be a scholar! In Jingguo, there was Duke Jianmei first and then Fang Zhenguo. It is really a sign of great prosperity!"

"If Brother Fang is in trouble during this trip to the Holy Ruins, the disciples of my ancestral family will definitely lend a helping hand! I mentioned you when I was talking to some disciples of the Zhang Heng family a few days ago. The Holy Ruins will never be your enemy." The ancestral river channel.

"In the Holy Ruins, as long as Fang Yun doesn't imitate the evil king and steal my things, I will definitely help you, otherwise I will be sorry for the "Inscription on the Humble Room" in my study!"

"Then I have to help, otherwise I will be sorry for the "Three Character Classic" I gave to my nephew and my own saying: "There is a road in the mountain of books, and diligence is the path, and there is no limit to the sea of ​​learning and hard work is the boat."

Everyone laughed.

Everyone missed the time to go to the cultural gathering at noon, so they stopped going and had lunch at Fang Yun's house, drinking and talking. It was considered a small cultural gathering.

These poets all avoided the holy ruins and talked about the romance, the scenery of Kongcheng, and the meaning of poems and classics.

Fang Yun had a great time communicating with disciples from all over the world for the first time. He has been studying these days and is unique in various aspects such as classics, strategy, art of war, music, painting and calligraphy. These achievements are even more Jue Fang Yun is worthy of his name.

It wasn't until evening that the group left and headed to the Confucian Academy.

As the sun set, everyone came to the gate of the Confucian Academy. Fang Yun looked around and saw an extremely wide square in front of him. In the center of the square stood a statue of Saint Confucius. This statue was extremely tall, twenty feet tall. , everyone can only look up.

Farther outside the city is the three-thousand-foot-high Daofeng Mountain. The mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

The Confucius Academy in front occupies a very large area without any walls. It is surrounded by lawns and flower beds and surrounded by green trees. There are tall libraries, large ancient palaces, and many ordinary dormitories inside. Many scholars are walking among them. Although there are many people, it is not noisy.

The tallest building here is the statue of Confucius, followed by various ancient trees that are hundreds or thousands of years old, everywhere, which is very rare in other cities.

Li Fanming looked at the square and said: "If nothing unexpected happens, tomorrow's Holy Market Mid-Autumn Festival will be held in this Xuegong Square. People from half the city will come by then, and the surrounding streets will be blocked by crowds. Someone participated eight years ago At the Shengxu Literary Society, I didn’t know that the place was packed early, and I couldn’t squeeze in. I stood outside and cried. Later, the Kong family made an exception and invited a bachelor to bring him inside with Pingbu Qingyun.”

"How's that guy doing?"

"Now that he is a Jinshi, he is somewhat famous."

Everyone walked towards the Confucian Academy, and Fang Yun asked: "Is it the custom of Confucius City to hold a literary conference in the Confucian Academy?"

Li Fanming said: "Unlike other places, Kongcheng is the largest city in the world. Most of them are scholars. There are large cultural societies every now and then, ranging from hundreds to thousands. There are even ten thousand people. There are no seats in the restaurant. No less, so the spare courtyards of Confucius Academy were It comes in handy. There are many other courtyards in the Confucian Academy, among which Zhushui Academy and Sishui Academy are the largest. The names of the courtyards come from the place where Confucius taught, and Confucius also taught disciples in these two courtyards, such as Mid-Autumn Festival. Large-scale cultural gatherings such as these are held in Sishui Academy, while Confucian lectures are held in Zhushui Academy."

"I've heard about Sishui Academy. It's said to be an open-air lecture hall. At that time, Confucius was giving lectures in front, and tens of thousands of disciples were sitting on futons to listen to the lectures." Fang Yun said.

"Exactly, you will know when you go there."

Sixteen people were walking on the roads of the Confucius Academy. Groups of scholars could be seen everywhere. The ones with the lowest literary status were also children. Scholars abounded. There were many candidates, but there were far fewer Jinshi.

"I've always heard that there are 100,000 students in the Confucian Academy, and the world is shocked when they leave Confucius City. Is this number true?" Fang Yun asked.

"One hundred thousand is an empty sign, there are still 80,000 people. Not only people from Kongcheng, but also many famous families, wealthy families or aristocratic families in the ten countries sent their disciples to study here. After all, this place was built by Kong Sheng himself, and they all said that it is here The ability to read increases faster. However, it is indeed easier to pass the imperial examination after studying in the Confucian Academy than for students in ordinary academies and liberal arts colleges. If it were not for the various restrictions, the Confucius Academy would have been overcrowded. "

Like a guide, Li Fanming kept introducing Confucius Academy to Fang Yun, and finally came to a strange place with trees as walls.

The ancient trees surrounding the wall are towering, the thinnest ones are as thick as ten people hugging each other, and the ancient trees are unnaturally close to each other. Only a narrow gap is exposed between every two trees, and the roots of the trees below are entangled. Together, the canopies above cross and overlap.

Standing in front of these walls of ancient trees is like standing in a large primitive forest, and you can clearly feel the ancient atmosphere.

"I heard that these ancient trees lived for thousands of years because they listened to Confucius's lectures. They are called Mr. Trees?" Fang Yun looked at these ancient trees as he walked.

Li Fanming smiled and said: "Yes, all the ancient trees in the Confucius Academy are Mr. Trees. Saints of all ages have lectured in the Confucius Academy. These ancient trees will become a little different after listening to them a lot. If there are good When poems appear, the tree crowns will surely move and the leaves will fall. People will call him Mr. Shaking-headed Tree. The better the poems are, the more leaves will fall. "

"Interesting." Fang Yun said.

Fang Yun felt strange when he heard the faint sound of thunder coming from inside the tree wall.

After walking for a while, the tree wall was separated by two stone pillars. There was a width of five feet between the stone pillars, forming a door.

"Inside is the Surabaya courtyard."

Everyone entered the door one after another and saw a small square inside, filled with tables and chairs, enough to accommodate ten thousand people.

There are hundreds of long tables nearby, and many people are sitting at them. Further inside, there are hundreds of low single-person tables, most of which are occupied by people.

As soon as Fang Yun entered the door, he felt energetic and had some difficulty breathing, but he recovered quickly, except for the buzzing in his ears.

Only then did Fang Yun understand why there was thunder inside. The Sishui courtyard was too big, and many people were using up their talents to talk like spring thunder. There were thousands of people inside, but there were hundreds of people using their tongues to make spring thunder. Even if they deliberately controlled the scope, It's like the sound of thunder, and it's impossible to distinguish who is talking about what without Juren.

After walking a few steps, a servant came over and said respectfully: "Please show me your invitation to the wedding."

Li Fanming and other members of the aristocratic family took out invitations and handed them to the servant. Although the others did not have invitations, they could also enter.

In the process of looking for the long table, Fang Yun discovered that there were either candidates or Jinshi here, and there were even Hanlin and a few bachelors. There were only a few scholars, and they were all eleven or twelve years old. It seemed that they were disciples of aristocratic families who came out to study.