Zhang Mingxuan opened his mouth wide and stuttered, "This... this is what you insisted on me, it has nothing to do with me. You must not give me up. Be loyal.

If your Confucius Institute is destroyed, it will be destroyed. It’s no big deal anyway, but don’t involve me. I have old people and young people. My whole family depends on me to support me!”

Yan Hui was so angry that he coughed twice. What does it mean to be the collapse of Confucius Institute? Why do you think so annoying?

Yan Hui sighed and said, "That's right, I asked you to write this book by my grandson, and I really can't blame you."

Zhang Mingxuan nodded happily and said, "Fortunately, you understand the truth. Since you don't do my business, then let's die first."

Yan Hui hurriedly said, "Slow down!"

Zhang Mingxuan put down his fingers unwillingly and said helplessly: "Lao Yan, since this matter has nothing to do with me, just go and entertain them! What's the point of chatting with me? I want to chat with me, so we'll talk to you later!"

Yan Hui said angrily: "If you don't give me an idea today, I will have no future."

He walked into the house with his cell phone, waved his hand, and the screen flew out, becoming bigger in the air, and Zhang Mingxuan's huge bust was facing everyone inside the screen.

Yan Hui smiled and said, "All the cause and effect arise from "The Most Saint of Confucianism and Taoism". Now I invite the author Zhang Mingxuan, the god of Xiaoyao, so that all parties involved will be together. With the witness of the god, we will definitely be able to negotiate a satisfactory result."

The representatives of the Hundred Schools sitting below communicated silently, stood up together, bowed and said in unison: "I have seen the God!"

Zhang Mingxuan also smiled and bowed and said, "I have seen all the great sages. Please sit down, don't be polite."

Yan Hui rolled his eyes, you were not polite at all, and just treated yourself as your master.

Zhang Mingxuan said curiously: "I don't know what the details are here. Who will introduce them to me?"

Yan Hui said: "Let me tell me! The reason is that in "The Most Saint of Confucianism and Taoism", it says that Confucianism teaches hundreds of schools of thought to practice, and hundreds of schools of thought to be Confucianism... These are three conditions proposed by the hundreds of schools. I can accept the first two conditions, but I will never agree to the third one."

Zhang Mingxuan smiled and said in confusion: "Why can't you agree? Isn't it good to enrich your books?"

Yan Hui glanced at the old god's free representative of the Hundred Schools and said, "Once my Confucian disciples learned the teachings of Hundred Schools, they would then see the ancestors of Hundred Schools and receive the favors of Hundred Schools. When Hundred Schools are killed, they will also do their best to help them. Many disciples will even be accepted directly by Hundred Schools and Sects as disciples of Hundred Schools. In this way, Confucianism is not pure Confucianism, but has become the cradle for the delivery of disciples to Hundred Schools."

Zhang Mingxuan nodded, looked at Baijia with a smile and said, "It's so cunning!"

The representatives of the Hundred Schools also laughed, not thinking it was offensive.

Zhang Mingxuan looked at Baijia and said in confusion: "Are you willing to send your own classics to Confucius Institute?"

A young man in black stood up, folded his fists and bowed, "Mo Jiaqin Shenzi has seen the God of Xiaoyao."

Zhang Mingxuan bowed his fists and said, "It turns out that he was a ancestor of the Mo family, so there is no need to be too polite."

Qin Shenzi said, "I will help the Lord."

Zhang Mingxuan looked at him in confusion.

"... During the Spring and Autumn Period, hundreds of schools of thought contend, but the good times did not last long. After the Qin State, Confucianism began to overwhelm other schools. Confucianism reached its highest point in the Han Dynasty, and abolished all schools of thought and respected Confucianism. From the emperor to the common people, they were proud of reading Confucian books, but instead looked down on other schools of thought.

This has been the case in other dynasties. Nowadays, the imperial examinations are mainly based on Confucian classics. Studying Confucianism can be an official. This is the cognition of the people, so that hundreds of schools are not obvious and Confucianism is the only one. We do this to inherit the theories of hundreds of schools, and we have to do it."

Zhang Mingxuan smiled and said, "No! You all use the ability to penetrate the sky and the earth, so you didn't interfere in the court?"

Qin Shenzi shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The God is joking. The dynasty has the luck of the golden dragon to suppress it, and the magic is not as good as the noble one."

Zhang Mingxuan said in confusion again: "There are other continents! It is the same to spread theories when going to other continents."

Uh ~

Qin Shenzi said with difficulty: "The human race is connected, and other continents are in the same situation."

Zhang Mingxuan looked at them with pity and said, "You are so pitiful. You are actually beaten by a group of scholars and have no power to fight back."

Yan Hui immediately said, "We didn't do anything."

Zhang Mingxuan gave a clear look and nodded and said, "I understand, I understand, I didn't take action."

Qin Shenzi was also ashamed of Zhang Mingxuan's words. Baijia was beaten to the point where he was unable to fight back. It was indeed quite embarrassing.

Zhang Mingxuan coughed and said, "Since you want to inherit theories, you can also open a college!"

Qin Shenzi said: "We have also opened a college, but no one is willing to learn from our tutors because they cannot be an official."

Xu Guizhu, a farmer, said with a hint of anger: "How could those scholars be willing to learn farming from us? They even demoted my farmer to a lower-class level, which is really annoying."

As he said that, he glared at Yan Hui. Most of the scholars of Confucian students read at least Confucian classics.

Zhang Mingxuan nodded, and knew it in his heart. He suddenly smiled and said, "It seems that you have put the students' goals in the wrong place."

Sun Bin's heart moved, stood up and clasped his fists and said, "Please ask the God to teach me."

"Who are you?"

"I am Sun Bin, a military strategist."

Zhang Mingxuan's heart moved, and he was another acquaintance. He subconsciously glanced at Sun Bin's knees, OK!

Zhang Mingxuan smiled and said, "Soldiers, it's simple! You military strategists can cooperate with the country to establish military academies for the country and cultivate generals."

Sun Bin's eyes burst into light and he couldn't wait to ask: "What is this military academy?"

Zhang Mingxuan said: "As the name suggests, the Military Academy is a place for training soldiers, but it is not ordinary soldiers, but the training of senior generals and commanders in the army.

Nowadays, general training in various countries comes from the inheritance of the general family, and secondly, they are trained on the battlefield with human lives. If they fight too much, they will be able to do so. This kind of loss is undoubtedly very great. Not to mention the money consumed, it would be a pity for the lives of countless soldiers.

The country has established a military academy and you will teach the art of war. Students wear military uniforms in the school, are trained, and are fully militarized and taught. They will definitely train many excellent middle and senior officers and save countless resources and lives."

"Okay!" Sun Bin clapped his hands and laughed excitedly, "Military academy, that's right! This is what my military strategist needs."

Sun Bin immediately knelt down and said, "Silent genius Sun Bin thanked the God for your kindness. In the future, if the God King is sent, no military strategist will not obey."
Chapter completed!