Chapter 380: Although I am dead, Confucianism will live forever
"You are both in and out of the tower, but Your Majesty has mastered a set of powerful martial arts, and has mastered the Yellow Emperor, while you..."
Xunzi looked at Zhang Cang meaningfully, glancing back and forth at the pile of fat, his meaning was self-evident.
"hiss!"
Zhang Cang took a breath of cold air.
[Chang'an Jun is practicing Huangdi? Is it possible for a human to practice Huangdi to perfection? This mentality is too cruel! If you want Cang to be like this, it's better to let Cang die! ]
Zhang Cang shuddered, seeing the teacher's constant scrutiny, and hurriedly explained:
"It's true that I like women, but I'm not completely unsuccessful. I'm definitely not Chang'an Jun's opponent in a private fight, but Chang'an Jun will definitely not live as long as me! The "Yellow Emperor" he practices is a martial arts technique, and the "Skills of the Bedroom" that Cang practices is a method of cultivating immortality!"
Xunzi shook his head, thinking that this disciple was beyond help.
"If you put half of your desire to pursue your fantasy into the right path, you would have been a member of the Qin court long ago. From ancient times to the present day, from the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors to the Qin Dynasty unifying the world, no one has ever been known to live forever."
When it comes to his lifelong pursuit, Zhang Cang looks serious.
"Even if I can't live forever, it's always good to live a little longer. If I can live to be 800 like Peng Zu, Cang will be satisfied. Since I learned the "Skills of Sex", my physical strength has tended to be that of a middle-aged man. My energy is far better than that of people of the same age, and even a young man is not as good as Cang. I guarantee with my life that this technique is absolutely not fake."
"Master never said this technique is fake... Never mind, everyone has their own aspirations, it's up to you."
Having lived under the same roof with Guiguzi, who had lived for hundreds of years, Xunzi knew much better than his disciples what these so-called immortal cultivation techniques were.
“When people are born, their nature is evil.
"But tools are not good or bad. It all depends on whether the person using the tool is good or evil. In terms of power alone, good people use it to make people happy, while bad people use it to bring disaster to people. Duke Zhou spit out food for his guests, and the people of the country are at peace. King You of Zhou played tricks on the princes with beacons, and the foundation of the Zhou Dynasty was burned down. This is the same principle.
"Your statement that Your Majesty is defying Heaven with the power bestowed by Heaven is ridiculous, but without the people of the world, how can Heaven exist? Your Majesty was born in a royal family, and the throne is within reach. You can resist the temptation of power, withdraw from it, realize that the people are the foundation of the world, and work for the welfare of the people.
"I will abandon my own interests and pursue the public good, and go against Heaven. I will go forward even if there are tens of thousands of people against me! Is this ridiculous? This is respectable!"
At this point, Xunzi observed his disciples' expressions, wanting to see from their outward appearance what their mentality was and whether they had listened carefully.
【Cang thinks that what makes Chang'an Jun more respectable is that he often walks on the tree-lined paths, but the trees along the path are never covered with white frost. How can he, a boy, come up with such a phrase! He is close to beautiful women without losing his chastity, and he arranges flowers and jade without fertilizing them. This is more against the will of heaven than against the will of heaven!】
Zhang Cang looked full of admiration.
【Ruzi is teachable.】
Xunzi nodded with satisfaction and continued:
"A person who thinks all day long can learn less by reading classics for a short while. A person who stands on tiptoe to see the distance can see more from a high place. If you wave your hand from a high place, your arm will not become longer, but others can see you from a distance. If you shout into the wind, your voice will not become louder, but people can hear you clearly from a distance. People who use carriages and horses may not be much faster than others, but they can quickly reach a distance of thousands of miles. People who use boats may not know how to swim, but they can cross rivers safely.
"If your Majesty wants to reform, he should make use of everything he can. This was the case when Tang of Shang destroyed Xia and when King Wu conquered Zhou. If, as you said, we go against the will of heaven and cannot use the power given by heaven, the world will still be a world where people live in misery.
"The words of a sage can make the world understand good and evil and know the truth. However, words are not as powerful as swords. Only kings and princes can change the world from ancient times to the present. Those who can go against the will of heaven are all from heaven."
Zhang Cang lowered his head slightly.
"Disciple understands."
Xunzi's heart was moved.
"You still don't agree with what the teacher said?"
Zhang Cang replied that he knew, not that he was taught.
To know is to understand, to be taught is to agree.
Zhang Cang nodded, looking more serious than ever before.
"Teacher, how can you be sure that the world after you and Chang'an Jun's reform will be better than the current one? All reforms in the past dynasties were carried out to the extreme. If they did not change, they would perish. They fought violence with violence and shed blood. Now the Qin Dynasty is thriving, and its momentum is like a dragon soaring into the sky and cannot be stopped. Your reform will inevitably cause unrest. Will the world after the unrest really be better than the current one?"
"You have seen that people with honeycomb briquettes live better than those without them. This..."
"Teacher." Zhang Cang interrupted rudely and said in a deep voice: "Honeycomb briquettes are simple, but reforms are not. How can you compare the two? If there is a problem with honeycomb briquettes, we can discard them at any time. Once the reform is halfway through, it can no longer be stopped. It must end with the complete demise of one side, and the struggle will not end until one side dies! At the beginning, human nature is evil. Cang believes that you newcomers may not necessarily do better than Your Majesty. This is my foolish thought, please don't blame me, teacher."
Zhang Cang bowed his head deeply.
Bang~
Bang~
Bang~
There were three clear and loud sounds, and Zhang Cang was very familiar with this sound.
His hand was still numb and painful, and the redness and swelling had not gone away yet. This was the sound of the ruler hitting his palm!
But he kept his hands clenched in front of him and did not stretch them out, and he did not feel the slightest bit of being hit.
Zhang Cang suddenly raised his head.
"teacher!"
He exclaimed, snatched the ruler from Xunzi's hand, and looked at his teacher's rapidly swelling hand - much more swollen than his own, feeling heartbroken.
The sound just now and the current injuries all showed that Xunzi had used heavy blows in those three times, rather than hitting him hard once and then pretending to hit him twice or three times.
"Teacher, why are you hitting yourself? What are you doing? Did I say something wrong? You hit me because I said something wrong!"
Xunzi smiled kindly and gently pinched Zhang Cang's fat face with the hand that had just held the ruler.
"You are not wrong. Very good. I am glad to have a disciple like you."
"Then why teacher?"
"If you don't argue for the truth, but only for the sake of arguing, you should be beaten. If you speak without thinking, Chang'an Jun should be beaten. If I, the teacher, give an example without thinking, it is wrong, so I should be beaten too."
"Why is it so? Why is it so? I don't have such intention!"
"The Confucian school does not have such a principle that the disciple should be punished for his mistakes, but the teacher should not be punished for his mistakes. But I am not agreeing with what you said. I cannot prove to you that the world after the reform will be better than the present one. But I can be sure that the world after the reform will be much better than the present one. You will live longer than me, much longer. If I don't see that day, remember to say at my grave that you are wrong and you are right, and you must tell me what that world will look like."
"only!"
Zhang Cang bit his thick lips and nodded heavily in response.
【That world should be called "Nuo". 】
Xunzi looked out the window with longing in his eyes, full of reluctance.
Time will tell, but it seems he doesn't have much time left.
Back then, no matter how cold the wind was, he could travel the world with his sword in a single layer of clothing without fear of the cold. But today, it was snowing lightly, and he was still shivering in his best quality leather jacket.
He held his disciple's hand and instructed:
"You must tell me."
"Um."
“This cannot be forgotten.”
"Um."
Zhang Cang's voice was distorted and his throat was a little tight.
The old hand wiped across the corner of Zhang Cang's eyes.
"Why are you crying? Everyone will die." Xunzi looked at his disciple steadily and said with a smile: "Although I die, Confucianism will live forever."
Half a decade passed.
Ying Chengjiao, like an ordinary official, personally delivered bags of honeycomb coal to the people.
This black thing looks ugly, but it is a life-saving thing.
One day, he knocked on the door and followed his master into the house as usual, wearing a snow-white fox fur coat and said arrogantly:
"Where are the rest of your family? Call them out. I will only demonstrate this to you once."
The hostess was a woman with willow-shaped eyebrows and phoenix eyes. She was not stunningly beautiful, but she was beautiful enough to be selected as a maid in the palace.
This woman not only has a pretty face, but also has a slim figure with well-proportioned curves.
In the middle of winter, when she went out to greet Ying Chengjiao, she was wearing a green silk dress. Her face turned pale and she was shivering from the cold.
Her already fair cheeks became even paler, and she was shivering due to the cold. Plus, she was shivering in fear as she watched Ying Chengjiao shiver, like a frightened little rabbit.
"My Lord, I am the only one at home."
The woman spoke cautiously, shrinking back as if she was afraid that Ying Chengjiao might do something.
There was no light on in the room, and the light from outside the window shone on half of the woman's face, making her skin look whiter and more transparent.
There is a saying that a white complexion can hide a hundred uglinesses, let alone the girl who is not ugly at all. On the contrary, she is very beautiful and becomes even more charming in the sun.
The furnishings in the house were very simple. Perhaps because she had just woken up, the woman led Ying Chengjiao all the way into the room.
The quilt on the bed was a little messy, but not dirty. There was a wardrobe in the corner, the door open, and inside were some colorful silk clothes, all of which were very transparent.
Ying Chengjiao sniffed, and the faint fragrance made him squint his eyes, and soon he chuckled.
He was very familiar with this scent, it was an aphrodisiac aroma, often used in buildings.
He dropped the bag and sat on the bed, patting his side.
"Come and sit down."
The woman seemed to be startled and shrank .
"My Lord, what are you going to do!"
The petite figure was hidden among the underwear that should have appeared on the beauties in the pavilions or the concubines - a black lace-like thong, a mesh sweater, and a thin red long skirt.
In a scene like this, it's not about hiding, it's clearly about increasing the bad guys' attack speed.
Ying Chengjiao leaned forward and said with interest:
"Interesting, you are very interesting."
The woman continued to shrink back into the closet, her hands wrapped around the lace-like black thong.
"Please respect yourself, sir. The Court of Justice is not far from here and can be reached within half an hour."
Ying Chengjiao pointed to the woman’s closet full of clothes.
"You know, most of the things in your closet were made by me."
The woman pulled off the attack speed equipment and piled them in front of her. She stole a glance at Ying Chengjiao from among the pile of attack speed equipment. Her big eyes blinked, and she was very scared, with tears in the corners of her eyes.
Ying Chengjiao laughed.
"Are you a dramatic actor? Or did your master tell you that I like playing hard to get, so you think you are flirting with me?"
The woman shook her head suddenly, tears falling from her eyes, and she could hear the sound of crying.
"I don't know what the lord is talking about, lord, please respect yourself!"
If today was the first day that Ying Chengjiao delivered honeycomb coal, he would turn around and leave.
Because Meng Ao passed away, Ying Chengjiao was unhappy, so he went to the front line to deliver honeycomb coal to the people.
The white snow, the cold wind and the busy life made his heart feel much happier than before.
After more than ten days, he has adjusted himself, so he is very interested in this unexpected situation today.
He didn't know who came up with this beauty trap, but he felt that the person who came up with it really understood men.
On such a snowy day, in a remote place in Xianyang, there was such a delicate woman shivering, wanting to refuse but also to accept.
It makes people want to tear off the few clothes on the body, revealing the beautiful body under the half-veil, and conquer it with their own fiery warmth and quick thrusts.
The aphrodisiac aroma in the air and the pile of attack speed equipment in the cabinet will gradually bring the battle to its climax, and bring out the best in the most intense fight.
"Look, it's so cold, and you're wearing a semi-transparent silk dress to greet me, without even a bra. Do you dare to say that you're wearing this dress to cover your body, not to seduce me?
"The people who live here are all poor. It's hard for ordinary people to even think about buying the clothes you're wearing. Isn't this a bit out of place?
"And you have your eyebrows painted, your face powdered, and your lips rouge. If you bought these things with money, it wouldn't matter to me, but it would be too expensive for ordinary people. Let's talk about the bedding."
Ying Chengjiao reached in and pulled out a still warm sheepskin bag.
He shook the sheepskin bag and laughed:
"Even the hot water bottle is used. The person behind you is really good to you. He is reluctant to let you suffer a little. In fact, you are more attractive to men when you are shivering with cold.
"I also made this aphrodisiac aroma. How is it? Does it smell good? I am good at martial arts and don't feel anything. How about you? Do you feel a little hot all over?"
The woman's face was a little red, her eyes and eyebrows seemed to be dripping with tears, and she bit her lips and didn't say anything.
"It's okay, don't panic, I don't like to use force." Ying Chengjiao waved his hand and said with a smile: "The effect of this aphrodisiac fragrance has reached its maximum. It is used to increase excitement, not to cause promiscuity. If you pounce on me, it is because of your nature, not because of this fragrance."
The woman stopped talking and just looked at Ying Chengjiao with a resentful expression.
Ying Chengjiao walked to the cabinet with a smile, squatted down, hooked the woman's smooth chin, and lifted it up with a little force.
The swan-like white neck was exposed in front of Ying Chengjiao, along with the delicate collarbone.
"Well, who sent you?
"Looking at the way you arranged it, the person you sent behind the scenes didn't intend to hide it from me at all. If you don't say anything, his efforts will be in vain."
The woman remained silent and said nothing.
Ying Chengjiao raised his eyebrows, exerted a little force on his hands, squinted his eyes and smiled:
"My old but still beautiful mother, Zhao Ji?
"Or is it that little brother Gan Luo who doesn't really obey my orders?
"Or maybe someone who has seen something but I don't know, please tell me about it."
