Chapter 212 The Analects of Confucius or The Analects of Confucius
On the way back, Jin Yao naturally got together with Meng Tian and Meng Yi, and directly became each other's uncle.
"Look, your grandfather and my master are brothers in the same discipline. So, what should your father call me?"
"Junior brother!"
"Hey, so what should you call your father's junior brother?"
"Uncle Master!"
Under Jin Yao's constant temptation, Meng Tian and Meng Yi looked at this young man who seemed to be about the same size as themselves, and finally spoke helplessly.
"That's right!" Jin Yao returned to the group of five with satisfaction.
"Are you very optimistic about them?" Bai Yunzi and others were a little confused. Although Meng Tian and Meng Yi performed well, they are just small figures in the Qin State who are not even considered generals, and Jin
Yao Yao is already the world-famous leader of the Mohist debate, and he is the second-ranked general of the Qin State, second only to the generals and generals.
"You don't understand! They are really my nephews!" Jin Yao said with a smile.
"Indeed!" Yang Lou nodded. According to the seniority of the Mo family, Jin Yao is considered the senior uncle of Meng Tian and Meng Yi. However, the Mo family does not pay attention to this. People of the same age can be called senior brothers or uncles.
It doesn't matter, you can discuss it based on your elders, or you can discuss it on your own terms.
"Be careful!" Meng Tian, who was walking in front, suddenly raised his hand to signal, and the entire cavalry squad immediately dispersed, assuming a fighting posture, without Meng Tian giving the order.
"The Meng family cavalry are indeed extraordinary!" Bai Yunzi, Tian Long and Meng Qing all narrowed their eyes.
Jin Yao slowly rode up to Meng Tian and asked solemnly, "What happened?"
Meng Tian looked forward, then turned sideways and replied, "The scout reported that there seems to be a group of people fighting in front!"
Jin Yao nodded, then looked back at Meng Qing. Among the five, he was not seriously injured, but his internal energy was exhausted.
Meng Qing nodded, jumped up from his horse, and suddenly disappeared into the cavalry team.
Meng Tian then ordered the cavalry to stop and wait carefully.
Soon, Meng Qing returned.
"It's another team carrying out a beheading operation, and the leader should be a Confucian master!" Meng Qing replied.
"How many people are chasing them?" Jin Yao asked hurriedly.
Meng Qing looked at Jin Yao strangely, "What makes you think they are being hunted?"
"Isn't it?" Jin Yao was also stunned.
"A group of seven of them are driving a group of barbarian cavalry, and their number is about 600 in a group!" Meng Qing said seriously.
Everyone was stunned for a moment. Seven people were chasing a group of barbarian cavalry? What kind of joke was this?
However, before they could react, they saw two bronze chariots following a middle-aged man riding a white horse and wearing purple Confucian clothes.
In front of them was a group of Huns cavalry who had lost all their weapons. The number was about 600, but no one in this group of cavalry dared to look back.
"General Qin in front, help Master and we stop him!" The leading Confucian scholar in purple said loudly.
"Zi Yi, who calls himself Master, is probably the head of a certain Confucian family!" Bai Yunzi explained.
Without them saying anything, Meng Tian had already ordered the cavalry who had lost their weapons to be surrounded.
The Hun cavalry looked at the cavalry appearing in front, and their hearts were filled with despair. They were neither moving forward nor backward, so they scattered and fled.
However, the Meng cavalry would not let them escape. They dispersed in groups of three, forming an orderly encirclement, as if driving a flock of sheep, and drove the Hun cavalry back to the center of the two parties.
In the end, the Huns soldiers could only dismount, crawl to the ground, and cover their heads with dust.
"This is called surrender, and it is also dusty surrender. Covering one's head with dust means surrendering." Jin Yao explained that he had been wandering on the grassland for a while and had also seen this way of surrender.
"Confucian, Gongyang, Gongyang Zicheng, I have met you all!" The purple-clothed Confucian scholar riding a white horse smiled and rode up to the crowd, and then whipped the Xiong who was squatting beside him with a whip.
The slave soldier cursed, "I want you to understand the mystery of words, why are you running away?"
"..." Jin Yao and his party were silent. Are you sure you are here to behead someone?
"Ahem, you're just kidding, I'm old!" Gongyang Zicheng smiled awkwardly, then looked at Bai Yunzi, Tian Long and others, and recognized their identities. They should also be a team carrying out beheading operations.
The two parties saluted each other and after confirming their identities, Jin Yao looked at Gong Yang Zicheng curiously and asked, "Why is Master Zicheng chasing these people? And where are their weapons?"
"Oh, it's a long story at this point, so just listen slowly. When we received a summons from Yao Jia, the official of the Qin State, he said that he wanted to kill the Huns, and then we came. Speaking of the Huns, that's
I have a feud with the Central Plains..." Gongyang Zicheng, in the Confucian style, did not talk about the main point, but first brought up the origin of the Xiongnu and the hatred of the Central Plains.
"Then Yao Jia, this guy is my Confucian again..." Gongyang Zicheng continued to talk, but missed the point.
Jin Yao and others could only listen patiently.
"Finally, we were ordered to go to the Xiongnu Youxian King's tribe and kill their top masters. However, they were so inexperienced that we didn't even use any force and just rushed in with our chariots (Introduction to Bronze Chariots...)
They invaded the royal court of King Youxian and killed their master. You don’t know that their master..." Gongyang Zicheng continued.
"Teacher, we didn't recognize their master-level master!" At this time, Gong Yangzi's disciple reminded him.
"Ah?" Gongyang Zicheng was stunned for a moment in embarrassment, then touched his beard and said, "Ah, they are too weak against their masters. We accidentally killed them before we even had time to wait for them to know each other."
After saying that, Gongyang Zicheng looked at his disciples and said, "You really are, is it easy for someone to cultivate to the master level? Why can't you wait for the other party to say his name before taking action? How should we reply when we go back?"
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"Are you telling General Hegong that we killed the opponent's master? Who would believe it if you are so perfunctory? If General Hegong asks, what is the other party's name and what is he good at? How should we answer?"
This small chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "..." Jin Yao and others are still silent, saying that you are Confucian, talkative is really the same, saying that you are not, I have never seen it
Confucian disciples dared to set up chariots and march directly into the camp.
"What's going on with this group of people?" Jin Yao stopped Gong Yang Zicheng from teaching his disciples, but he was still concerned about the origin of this group of Huns cavalry.
"It's not like this group of dissatisfied disciples killed each other too fast and didn't even understand the identity of the opponent, so we didn't know how to go back and recover, so we thought of grabbing a few soldiers of the Xiongnu Youxian King and returning to recover.
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However, I thought about it and realized that they don’t understand my Zhongyuan Ya language. If Duke Hui asks them and they don’t understand or can’t answer, wouldn’t it mean that we are lying again?
Therefore, I decided to teach him the Analects of Confucius and let them learn elegant language so that they could answer Duke Heng's questions.
Who would have thought that they were fine at first, but last night they dared to sneak away, so we can only continue to chase them!" Gongyang Zinu cursed, and out of anger, he raised his hand and whipped the Hun soldiers beside him.
"Who do you call these?" Meng Tian fell silent as he looked at the Hun soldiers who dared to be angry but dared not speak.
"Actually, there were more at the beginning, but some people were disobedient, and then the teacher taught them three times but they still couldn't learn, so the teacher beat them to death!" Gongyang Zicheng's disciple said weakly in a low voice.
"..." Everyone was silent again. No wonder these Huns soldiers ran away. Wouldn't they be beaten to death? As a disciple, you should be more scared, right?
But looking at these Hun soldiers again, even though they are enemies, I still feel deep sympathy for them.
"What I'm more curious about is whether the Analects of Confucius was written incorrectly when you passed it down. The real Analects should be written as "桡语", right?" Jin Yao asked with a frown.
He remembered that Xunfuzi's explanation of "Zi was silent" was that Confucius did not speak and used strange power to beat ghosts and gods to death.
Now look at Gong Yang Zicheng’s behavior. It seems that this is the correct way to open up Confucianism, right?
"Hahaha, it's true that it's not as good as your Mohists and Taoists.
Go catch ghosts and gods!" Gongyang Zicheng cheered up with a smile, they all came out to work together, the people in the sedan chair were the ones carrying the people.