Long Aotian is always humble when facing knowledgeable people.
"First of all, the 'good person' in the 'way of a good person' is a person who is kind-hearted and happy to do good deeds but has not systematically studied etiquette and music." At this point, Qingli paused and carefully looked at Long Aotian's expression.
Seeing that Long Aotian's expression was normal, he continued: "Master's answer is that to perfect yourself, a good person must follow the footsteps of the sages and learn from them. Only then can he become a gentleman or even a saint."
"I see!"
Long Aotian thought for a moment and sighed: "It turns out that I misunderstood... The saint's words actually contain the Confucian way of sages... It's a pity that after so many years, I heard the words of the wise brother today, and I have
What I understand."
"The saint's humble words are naturally rich in Taoist philosophy." Qingli smiled calmly.
But my heart was shocked.
Long Aotian is absolutely right. In the era in which the saint lived, the sequence of extraordinary paths was unclear. The saint initially simply distinguished the sequence of paths with names such as Eternal, Good Man, Gentleman, and Saint.
As the saints gained a deeper understanding of the mysteries of extraordinary power, they made a more systematic plan for the Confucian approach.
Subsequently, hundreds of schools of thought emerged, imitating the saints and creating extraordinary paths for their respective schools.
Extraordinary people from the Confucian school naturally understand this allusion, but Long Aotian knows nothing about it. After listening to Qingli's words, he can roughly understand the Confucian division of extraordinary paths. He can only
It can be said that his talent is truly astonishing.
"Indeed, it is true. I have studied the saint's classics for many years and used them to teach children in my hometown. The effect is remarkable, enlightening and enlightening, and has many benefits." Long Aotian sighed repeatedly: "It's a pity that I am stupid by nature and have many misinterpretations of the saint's classics.
, I often mislead others." Speaking of this, Long Aotian was also heartbroken.
"...It's hard to correct a mistake if you know it, and there is no way to do good." Qingli said seriously. He secretly thought to himself that Long Aotian didn't seem to be as bad as Su Wen said, and he could still listen to the truth.
Of course, Qingli didn't know that Long Aotian had captured many Confucian extraordinary people during this period of time. In the spirit of not being ashamed to ask questions, he exchanged knowledge with them, and finally found that he had really understood it wrong.
"The Analects of Confucius".
But he still knew that the loyalty, forgiveness, benevolence and justice in the Analects of Confucius did not conform to the living environment of the lobster people. After all, the lobster people lived in an environment where they relied on instinct and strength to survive. Not only did benevolence, justice and morality not have any effect, but it actually
It will become the thought that kills them.
Therefore, Long Aotian still explained "The Whispering Language" to the crayfish, but he himself had long since broken away from this low-level interest, sincerely studying correct Confucian knowledge, and gained a lot.
Long Aotian expressed his kindness and discussed some academic difficulties with Qingli while writing the scroll.
Qingli's knowledge is not comparable to that of the extraordinary people in Guixu. When he answers questions, he is clear-cut and cites scriptures, which makes Long Aotian sigh with regret, saying that if he had met Qingli earlier, his academic attainments would probably be inferior.
It can take it to the next level.
Long Aotian was fascinated by what he heard, and said with emotion: "Confucian knowledge is really unfathomable... There are all kinds of knowledge in this world, only Confucianism and Taoism are the highest."
Qingli believed so. He had long ago believed that deposing all schools of thought and respecting Confucianism alone was the best choice. When he came to Daliang City, he originally intended to lobby Ji Changge in an attempt to change Ji Changge's attitude towards Confucianism.
However, the turmoil in Daliang City continued, and Ji Changge was obsessed with reform, and there were differences and conflicts with his knowledge. Qingli naturally knew that even if he approached Ji Changge, he would be in vain, so it was better not to go. In case the two sides were not in conflict.
The happy separation aggravated the conflict between Qingshan Academy and the emperor.
"When my clan comes to the world in the future, I will eradicate hundreds of schools, only respect Confucianism, teach the children true Confucian knowledge, and guide them to learn true benevolence, justice, etiquette, wisdom, and trust..." Long Aotian sighed sincerely. But at the same time as he spoke, he used both hands
He gathered strength, stared at Qingli and said, "Brother Qingli, are you sure you want to take action?"
Although Qingli has always been polite and discussed knowledge with him, Qingli's vigilance has not relaxed at all, and he is ready to give him a fatal blow at any time.
Of course, the same goes for Long Aotian, whose words and deeds are also testing Qingli's strength.
He couldn't help but sigh, it is true that there are crouching tigers, hidden dragons in the world, and there can be such talents in any corner of the mountain.
"Haha... Brother Lingyun, you are the leader of the returning beasts. What is the purpose of coming to my world?"
Qingli held the scroll in his left hand, picked up the steak with his right hand, took a bite, chewed slowly and then continued: "If you want to travel around the world and expand your knowledge, Yu is willing to be your guide and take you around the mountains and rivers to find the best place for you."
Friends, if your purpose is not pure, I cannot ignore you."
"What if it's both?"
Long Aotian was quite impressed by Qingli's momentum.
Since Qingli knew his identity, he must know the strength of his abilities. But in the face of such a powerful existence, Qingli remained calm and even dared to threaten him. Regardless of his strength, his demeanor was very admirable.
"Then I have no choice but to take action."
Qingli sighed with emotion: "Not long after you arrived in the world, you were suppressed by the law of heaven. It's good to be able to exert your strength for eight degrees. Although I am not your opponent, I can hold you back for a while. But you have to know that the ground under your feet is
But in the human world, once you and I start a war, countless masters will be attracted. At that time, even if you regain your full strength, you will not be able to return to the nest."
"You know a lot of things..." Long Aotian nodded slightly: "Brother Lao Xian, please accompany me to travel around for a while."
"You're welcome, as you should be."
Qingli secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's just... dear brother, you can't spread the news about me to the whole world. Brother, once I get impatient and become fierce, I will be scared myself."
"This is natural..."
Qingli nodded.
"very good……"
Long Aotian smiled with satisfaction, flicked his fingers, and a black bead flew into the distance from his fingertips.
"Are you going to break your promise?"
Qingli made a move to intercept, but Long Aotian stopped Qingli with a wave of his hand.
"The world is too big, I can use my eyes more and take a look around." Long Aotian grinned.
"snort……"
Qingli's face darkened, but it was hard to get angry.
Long Aotian split his mind and left, which meant he released a clone.
Although the power of the clone is not as good as the main body, it is still Long Aotian's power. If he wants to cause trouble, it can still shake the world.
"Don't worry, my clone is just visiting friends and won't cause any trouble." Long Aotian smiled lightly.
"I never thought you still have friends in the world..."
Qingli said lightly.
But he secretly thought to himself. How could Long Aotian really have friends in the world? There was only one possibility. His clone was heading for Su Wen!
"Fortunately, junior brother is still in the capital..."
Qingli breathed a sigh of relief.
There are many masters in Daliang City, there are masters in the inner factory, and the palace is enshrined and guarded. If Long Aotian's clone goes to that place, he will only ask for trouble.
Qingli took out the seal and was about to send a reminder to Su Wen, but Long Aotian stopped him with a hand and looked at him with a half-smile.
"Brother Xian, didn't you agree that you can't spread my news?"
Long Aotian said calmly: "You can't keep your word."
"I just read the news." Qingli curled his lips.
…
"Hey, what's going on?"
Xia Gui was a little uneasy and vaguely felt that something bad was going to happen. However, he calculated with his fingers but could not feel anything strange.
"It can't be that some powerful person is cursing me in his heart, right?"
Riding on the little donkey leading to Jiannan Road, Xia Gui laughed to himself. Since he became a painter, there has been an endless stream of people asking for paintings. Princes, nobles, literati, many people came to ask him to paint with ink.
But the gains are very few.
Even when the emperor asked for paintings, he just dealt with it. As the chief painter of the royal family, it only took him two years to deliver a painting to cope with the errands, let alone others. There are many people who criticize him in the world, so
That’s why I’m so self-deprecating.
"No...it's dangerous."
Xia Gui suddenly reined in the donkey and stared at the distant sky with squinted eyes.
A meteor with black flames blasted towards him!
"What a thief, how dare you attack me secretly!"
Xia Gui shouted angrily!
He is a dignified Soul Painter of Sequence Six, and he is not a bad person who can be bullied by anyone!
He took out the paintbrush from his sleeve, applied a few strokes in the air, and a barrier appeared in front of him, blocking the black meteor!
"boom!"
The meteor was bounced away, and a large crater was created around Xia Gui. The little donkey beside him was so frightened that he howled but did not dare to run around.
"Eh... isn't it Su Wen?"
The black meteor transformed into a lean and dark man, it was Long Aotian.
He got up from the pit and looked at the angry face of Xia Gui above the pit. He frowned and suddenly laughed: "That kid...acted like this. He expected that I would come to him."
What?"
Xia Gui angrily yelled: "Who are you and why did you attack me! If you don't tell me what's wrong, I won't be able to spare you!"
He raised his pen and drew again, and a shackle fell towards Long Aotian.
"Hmph...I don't have time to care about you!"
Long Aotian looked at Xia Gui, then turned into a shooting star and disappeared again.
He could see that this painter was not easy to bully. Once they fought, it would definitely be a big battle, which would delay his time to find Su Wen.
"Want to run?!"
The fat on Xia Gui's face was trembling.
But Long Aotian wanted to leave, but he couldn't stop him. He drew several barriers in succession but failed to stop Long Aotian.
"Hahaha……"
Long Aotian's laughter came from far away.
"It's inexplicable!" Xia Gui was very angry. He turned over and climbed on the little donkey and shouted: "Sai Hu, let me chase him. I can't bear this grievance. I must beat him up to vent my anger!"
"Ah uh uh..."
The little donkey made a sound of rejection, but was whipped hard by Xia Gui, and it raised its hooves and ran forward.
"You're running in the wrong direction!" Xia Gui was furious.