Volume 3: The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors Chapter 650: He understood the essence of the Analects of Confucius!
On this day, at the Lu State Academy, under the apricot tree.
A group of students wearing crowns and black and white gowns were sitting there listening to the lecture attentively.
The teacher who was giving the lecture had a dark complexion, a tall and sturdy figure, and was over nine feet tall. Although he was wearing a loose long gown, no matter how loose his clothes were, they could not conceal his strong and masculine temperament.
If someone met him for the first time, they would definitely think that he must be a great military general or a sage of agriculture.
But the entire academy knew that although the Master had a strong build and a rough appearance, he was a world-renowned scholar of courtesy and the founder of Confucianism in Lu - Confucius, also known as Kong Zhongni.
At this time, Mingyu was teaching the core idea of "benevolence".
The students were also listening attentively.
After a while, a snoring sound suddenly came from the crowd.
Mingyu's gentle smile suddenly froze.
Everyone turned and looked back.
The person who was snoring was sleeping soundly on the table at this time, with saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth and staining his sleeves.
In an instant, veins popped up on Mingyu's forehead.
Combined with his burly figure, his expression looked extremely terrifying against the backdrop of the sunlight.
The students could clearly feel that among all kinds of vital energy, the most gentle Haoran Qi was boiling at an extremely terrifying speed.
"Hiss, the wind and thunder are surging, this time the Master is really angry!"
"I'm going to be in big trouble again."
"Hurry, hurry, get ready and write it down."
"My Confucianism will soon have new magical powers!"
Most of those present were Confucian disciples, and of course they were quite familiar with Zai Yu.
They all knew that Zai Yu was a maverick among the three thousand disciples.
But the disciples never expected that he would dare to sleep openly while the teacher was teaching!
Mingyu first glanced at the disciples who were silent as a mouse, then walked to Zai Yu.
His broad body blocked the sunlight, casting a shadow on Zai Yu's sleeping face.
"My son, are you well enough to sleep in the daytime?"
Zai Yu, Zai Zi, who was sleeping, vaguely heard a voice and felt the change in light. He scratched his cheek and opened his eyes in a daze.
Then he screamed in fright.
After all, it's hard to stay calm when you wake up and find a nine-foot-tall, burly, dark-faced man standing in front of you.
What’s more, this man is a teacher!
"ah!!!"
Zai Yu's scream echoed throughout the academy.
Mingyu frowned, his eyes were raised, his voice was like thunder, and his majestic aura filled the heaven and earth.
"It is true that a rotten tree cannot be carved, and a wall of dung cannot be plastered!"
Rotten wood?
A wall of dung?
Who are you talking about?
I, Zaizi, was completely bewildered.
Immediately, his gaze focused and he saw the teacher who was furious and whose mighty wind and thunder energy caused thousands of avenues in the academy to tremble.
We are in big trouble!
Compared to Zai Yu's panic, when the disciples in the academy heard Mingyu say, "A rotten tree cannot be carved, and a wall of dung cannot be plastered!", everyone was delighted.
"My Confucian magical power is here again!"
Duanmu Ci clapped his hands and said with a smile, "'Rotten wood cannot be carved again, and dirty mud walls cannot be whitewashed again.' The Master is the Master. Such sharp words are transformed into Confucian magic. When used against the enemy in the future, it will be absolutely invincible!"
Zeng Shen, who was standing by, also smiled and said, "The Master once said that a superior officer kills with the tip of his pen, while an average officer kills with the tip of his tongue."
"Using pen and ink to write down the enemy's crimes on bamboo slips, and letting the text be known to the world, this method has the greatest destructive power!"
"Though the human tongue is soft, it can turn a square into a circle and a circle into a flat. Rumors can melt gold and kill without bloodshed."
"But, isn't it only a master who can kill someone by distorting the facts?" A young boy among the disciples scratched his head and asked doubtfully.
Hearing this, the Confucian scholar, who was as stout as the Master and looked quite imposing in his Confucian style, laughed heartily. He said to the young man, "Zixia, you are right. We Confucians do not tolerate distorting the facts."
"We Confucians have always stood on the moral high ground and pointed fingers at others!"
cough cough~~
Yan Hui, who was sitting in the front row, coughed twice to remind his fellow students to speak in a lower voice.
Then, he skillfully took out a bamboo slip and wrote down Mingyu's words, while saying to the mighty Confucian scholar, "Zilu, look at what you said. We Confucians value benevolence and righteousness, and we value etiquette!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Zilu grinned, and a kind smile appeared on his fleshy face.
He shook his head and said, "The Master said, 'Is benevolence far away?' I desire benevolence, and now it is at hand!"
The Master is right, benevolence is not something far away from us.
When I stand on the moral high ground, I think it is benevolence, it is benevolence!
Do you have any comments?
Yan Hui understood the hidden meaning in Zilu's words. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Zilu raise his arms, which were strong enough for horse racing.
"Forget it." Yan Hui smiled helplessly.
He gave up the idea of further debating with Zilu.
It is better to leave the matter of correcting Zilu's thoughts to the Master.
Sure enough, just after scolding Zai Yu for taking a nap during the day, Mingyu heard Zilu's brilliant remarks.
Mingyu glanced at Zilu calmly: "Those who are good at speaking and making an ingratiating impression are rarely kind."
The way you speak sweet words is not benevolent.
Zilu was enjoying himself for "refuting" Yan Hui, but when he heard this, his face turned red without even thinking.
Not human?
Who are you scolding!
He stood up suddenly, and his bulging muscles instantly blew his clothes apart, leaving only a few pieces of rags barely covering his bronze skin.
Rumble~~
There is a heart furnace in Zilu's heart. When the peaceful and righteous energy flows into it, the heart furnace starts to work, and the blazing flames burn the sky and the earth, turning into a huge golden roc.
"Evil comes easily, like a fire burning in a field; it cannot be approached!"
Once evil thoughts spread, it is like a fire burning in the wilderness, and you cannot approach it.
Zilu’s eyes widened, and Confucian “subtle words with profound meanings” came out of his mouth, turning all words into magical powers.
In an instant, the heart furnace in the body suddenly opened, flames billowed, the Confucian spirit rolled like a raging wave, and everything in the world changed suddenly.
The red-gold flames flowed into the void and spread all over his body, making him look like a red giant.
The terrifying power spread out in an instant, frightening the surrounding Confucian scholars who were confused and made them retreat repeatedly.
Duanmu Ci and others looked at Zilu in astonishment.
"Good fellow, Zilu, you are indeed worthy of being the number one troublemaker in our Confucianism. You are truly brave!"
"You dare to disrupt the teacher's class?"
Mingyu frowned when she saw this.
This kid has grown into a capable person!
He looked at the "red and warm" Zilu without changing his expression and said lightly: "To slander oneself is a sin of the heart!"
As soon as these words were spoken, a pure white aura of righteousness struck Zilu's heart furnace with a bang.
The angry Zilu felt as if someone had suddenly kicked him in the heart.
Hong Wen's Zilu immediately fell silent.
The anger in my heart was all over the floor.
The red light in his eyes faded away, and he could see clearly who had spoken just now!
"Master?"
Zilu's expression froze.
His massive, mountain-like body was trembling visibly. He looked at Mingyu awkwardly and stammered, "Master, well, listen to me..."
"Pah~"
A ruler turned into light and came towards him. Zilu had no time to run and was hit hard.
“Ouch~~”
Another tragic scream echoed throughout the academy.
It is so sad to hear it and makes people cry.
Zilu blushed in shame after being spanked in public. He slumped to the ground and looked at Mingyu with grievance, "Master, why did you spank me?"
Mingyu took back the ruler and said to Zilu earnestly, "If a gentleman is not serious, he will not be respected."
A gentleman who does not respect himself will not be respected by others.
I am very worried about your current study status!
However, when Mingyu's words fell into Zilu's ears, he automatically translated them into the jargon between master and disciple: A gentleman must use heavy hands when hitting someone, otherwise he will not be able to establish his prestige!
Well, what the master said makes sense!
Zilu was so happy that he immediately put on a smiling face instead of looking aggrieved just now.
"That's what the Master taught!"
He also realized a sentence with profound meaning, which made Zilu very happy.
Then his waist and legs no longer felt sore, and he quickly got up, took out a pen and ink, and copied what he had just said on the bamboo slips.
Looking closely, he found that he had copied dozens of quotations.
For example, "The Master does not speak of strange things, force, disorder, or spirits."
(The Master did not want to talk, and used his extraordinary strength to beat the man unconscious.)
Another example is, "If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening."
(I found the way to your house in the morning and left you in the evening.)
There are many examples like this, too numerous to mention.
Yan Hui also saw Zilu's Collection of Confucius' Quotations, but he felt something was wrong no matter how he read it.
He stepped aside, carefully flipped through the bamboo slips in his hand, and compared them one by one, becoming even more confused.
"It's obviously the same, but why do I always feel like there's something weird about it?" Yan Hui muttered to himself. He was almost certain in his heart that the quotations copied by Zilu were definitely not the same thing as the ones he copied.
Mingyu looked at the reactions of the two disciples, then his gaze swept over all the disciples one by one.
I see that everyone is recording and pondering "The Master said", but almost no one can understand it as well as Zilu.
This made Mingyu nod with satisfaction.
He always teaches his students in accordance with their aptitude.
From the perspective of effectiveness, regarding Zilu's teachings, perhaps the jargon version of "Lun Yu" is much better than the serious "Analects of Confucius".
The Master's gaze fell on each of his disciples, and most of them remained expressionless.
Gong Xihua, who was hiding behind Duanmu Ci, shook his body.
When Mingyu returned to the stage, he reached out and tugged at Duanmuci's sleeve, then whispered in his ear, "Zigong, something's wrong. Why does Zilu's voice sound like your Xiaotian's? Could it be that you were deceiving us before, and he's actually..."
Duanmu Ci's mouth twitched. He put his hand on his forehead and said helplessly, "Uncle Huanglong, don't you even believe me?"
"Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is the Third Prince of the Feng Family!"
"Really?" Gong Xihua scratched his face, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Who is Zai Yu?"
"Zi me?"
Duanmu Ci hesitated this time. He thought for a moment and speculated, "I am from the Zai clan, with the surname Ji. According to the habits of the great men of the Tian Zhou era, it is unlikely that I will return to the Ji clan."
"After all, the five hundred yuan will be returned. According to the old strategy, the current Zhou family has already declined greatly. They should not be very interested in revitalizing the Zhou family."
"So these people can be ruled out."
Gong Xihua nodded, "It's true."
"Among all the sons, the only one who has entered the Zhou family at this point is our eldest master!"
"Oh, that's right, Uncle Huanglong!" Duanmu Ci suddenly looked at Gong Xihua: "Is our Chan Sect Legalist or Mohist?"
"A while ago, Zichan, a leading figure in the Legalist school of Zheng, forged a criminal punishment tripod, replacing the principles of heaven with legal principles. His influence was so great that it spread far and wide, and even the Master sighed with admiration."
"I thought this was our leader!"
Gong Xihua smiled upon hearing this. He imitated someone else's tone and said to Duanmu Ci, "Later, when the Mohist school's Tianzhi and Feiming were passed down through the ages, they competed for the right to expound on the great Dao, were you wavering at this time?"
"Did you think the Mohist School was founded by the leader?"
This familiar emphasis made Duanmu Ci think for a moment that the person in front of him was his own master Yu Ding.
He said, "It was mainly the Legalists and Mohists who criticized us so harshly that I couldn't see clearly for a while."
"It's right if you can't see clearly!"
A lazy voice came, it was Zai Yu, who was the first to be scolded by Mingyu, who discovered the conversation channel between the two, and effortlessly unlocked the secret method and automatically came over.
Duanmu Ci was stunned for a moment.
We chat using the Yuxu secret method. How did I join?
"Which Golden Immortal elder in Yuxu am I?" He quickly realized.
Zai Yu responded cheerfully, "You're welcome, True Lord Zhaosheng. If you're speaking from Brother Guangchengzi's perspective, you can just call me Senior Brother!"
"Your Majesty Xuanyuan?" Duanmu Ci widened his eyes.
"Shh~"
Zai Yu made a gesture.
He looked around and found that the teacher had already announced the break. Everyone was gathered in groups of three or five and was not paying attention to this side.
"It turns out to be Xuanyuan!"
Gong Xihua suddenly realized something, and then a puzzled expression appeared on his face: "I heard that something went wrong while you were exploring the River of Time and Space, and that the opposing demon gods teamed up to target you?"
"Oh! Don't mention it." Zai Yu was not interested. He waved his hand, obviously not wanting to mention such an embarrassing topic.
"Huh? Why is there an independent channel here?"
A light exclamation interrupted the conversation between the three people, and then a young face appeared in their minds.
Gongxihua, Zai Yu and Duanmu Ci were all stunned.
"Zixia?"
"Ah, it's you!"
Only then did Zixia remember that what he had just heard seemed to be the secret method of Yuxu Palace.
"No, how can you connect? "
Gong Xihua was completely confused. He had confirmed with Duanmu Ci again and again that this was definitely not from their Yuxu.
Zixia was confused. He blinked and said frankly, "When we were in the Heavenly Palace, my uncle taught us a lot of things. I just happen to know this secret method of yours."
"Really?" Gong Xihua was skeptical.
Compared to Gongxihua's slowness, Duanmu Ci almost immediately identified Zixia's identity: "Prince Jinwu?"
"To be precise, it's the Ninth Prince of the Golden Crow."
Zixia's eyes were pure and he smiled shyly.
