Chapter 376 Even though I die, Confucianism and Taoism will last forever
"The same goes in and out of the tower. Your Majesty has developed a strong martial arts, and has achieved great success in "Yellow Emperor", and you..."
Xunzi glanced at Zhang Cang meaningfully and glanced back and forth on the compost pile, which was self-evident.
"hiss!"
Zhang Cang took a deep breath.
[Chang'an Jun is practicing "Yellow Emperor"? Is it possible for people to master "Yellow Emperor"? This is too cruel! If Cang is like this, it is better to ask Cang to die!]
Shivering, Zhang Cang saw the teacher constantly scrutinizing him and hurriedly defended:
"It is true that the disciple is a womanizer, but the disciple has not gained nothing. The disciples who fight privately are definitely no match for Lord Chang'an, but Lord Chang'an will definitely not live as long as his disciples! The "Huangdi" he practices is a martial arts technique, and the "Fang" practiced by Cang Lian
"Zhongshu" is a technique for cultivating immortals!"
Xunzi shook his head, feeling that this disciple was hopeless.
"If you had put half of your thoughts on pursuing your dreams onto the right path, you would have been a member of the Qin Dynasty's court for a long time. From ancient times to the present, from the time when the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors came to Qin to dominate the world, no one has ever been known to live forever."
When it comes to what he wants in his life, Zhang Cang looks serious.
"Even if you don't live forever, it's always good to live a little longer. If you can live eight hundred years like Peng Zu, Cangbian will be satisfied. Since learning "Fangzhongshu", the disciples' physical strength has tended to be in the prime of life. Their energy is much higher than that of people of the same age.
, Even when you are young, you are not as good as your old age. I will guarantee with my life that this technique is definitely not fake."
"My teacher didn't say that this technique is fake...forget it, everyone has their own ambitions, it's up to you."
Having lived under the same roof as Gui Guzi, who had lived for hundreds of years, Xunzi knew far better than his disciples what these so-called immortal cultivation methods were.
"At the beginning of man's life, his nature is evil.
"But there is no distinction between good and evil utensils. It all depends on whether the person who uses the utensil is good or evil. In terms of power alone, good people use it to make people happy, and evil people use it to ruin lives. The Duke of Zhou spits out food, and the world returns to its heart. King You beacons fire
This is the reason for teasing the princes and burning the foundation of the Zhou Dynasty.
"It's ridiculous for you to say that the king defies heaven with his God-given power. But without the people of the world, how can there be heaven? The king was born in a prince's family, and the throne is within reach. How can he not be affected by the power, step aside and understand the people clearly?
It is the foundation of the world and seeks the welfare of the people.
"Abandoning private interests and pursuing public welfare is an enemy of heaven. Even though tens of thousands of people are leaving, I will go! Is this ridiculous and evil? This is respectable!"
At this point, Xunzi looked at his disciples' demeanor and wanted to see from the outside how their mentality was, but whether he heard it or not.
[Cang feels that the most respectable thing about Mr. Chang'an is that he often walks on the tree-lined paths, but the trees along the road are never covered with white frost. How could he come up with such words as a boy! He is close to beauty without losing his virginity.
, arranging flowers and making jade without fertilizing, this is worse than going against the will of heaven!]
Zhang Cang looked in admiration.
[Children can be taught.]
Xunzi nodded with satisfaction and continued:
"A person who thinks all day long will not learn as much as reading the classics for a moment. A person who stands on tiptoe and jumps to look into the distance is not as good as climbing to a high place and seeing the vastness. When you climb to a high place and wave, your arms are not lengthened, but others are far away.
You can see it everywhere. When you call along the wind, the voice does not become louder, but the listener can hear it clearly from a distance. People who use carriages and horses are not much faster than others, but they can quickly reach thousands of miles away.
.People who use boats may not necessarily know how to swim, but they can cross rivers safely.
"Your Majesty, if you want to reform, you should make use of everything available. Shang Tang destroyed Xia, and King Wu defeated Zhou. If it is like you said, if you go against the will of God and cannot use the power given by God, the world will still be a world where the people are miserable.
"The words of saints can make the world understand good and evil and know the truth. However, words are not as powerful as swords. Those who can change the world have been kings and princes throughout the ages. Those who can defy heaven all come from heaven."
Zhang Cang lowered his head slightly.
"Disciple understands."
Xunzi's heart moved.
"You still don't agree with the words of being a teacher?"
Zhang Cang's answer was "knowledge", not "teaching".
To know is to know, to be taught is to agree.
Zhang Cang nodded, his expression more serious than ever before.
"Teacher, how can you be sure that the world after you and Lord Chang'an's reform will be better than the current one? Reforms in the past dynasties have all been to change at the extreme, and to perish if they don't change, to fight violence with violence, and to bleed and drift. Today, the Qin Dynasty is booming, and its momentum is
Like a dragon flying for nine days, it is unstoppable. Your reforms will inevitably cause turmoil. Will the world after the turmoil really be better than today?"
"You have seen that the people with briquettes live better than those without briquettes. This"
"Teacher." Zhang Cang interrupted rudely and said in a deep voice: "The briquettes are very simple, but the reform is not simple. How can you compare the two? If there is a problem with the briquettes, we can discard them at any time. Once the reform is halfway through, we can throw it away at any time.
It cannot stop. It will end with the complete demise of one party, and it will never stop! In the beginning, human nature is inherently evil. Cang believes that the newcomers like you may not do better than Your Majesty. This is a foolish thought of the disciples, and the teacher should not blame it."
Zhang Cang bowed his head deeply.
Pa~
Pa~
Pa~
Three crisp, loud sounds, Zhang Cang was extremely familiar with this sound.
His hand was still sore and numb, and the redness and swelling had not gone away. This was the sound of the ruler falling on his palm!
But his hand was clenched in front of him and he didn't stretch it out, and he didn't feel like he had been beaten at all.
Zhang Cang suddenly raised his head.
"teacher!"
He exclaimed, took the ruler from Xunzi's hand, and looked at the teacher's hand that was swelling rapidly - it was much more swollen than his own, and he felt heartbroken.
The sound just now and the current injuries all indicate that Xunzi hit him hard these three times. Instead of hitting him hard once and pretending to hit him two or three times.
"Teacher, why are you hitting yourself? What's wrong? Did the disciple say something wrong? The disciple said something wrong and you hit the disciple!"
Xunzi smiled kindly and gently pinched Zhang Cang's fat face with the hand he had just held the ruler with.
"You are right, it is very good. I am happy to have a disciple like you."
"Then why teacher?"
"If you don't argue for the sake of truth, if you just argue for the sake of argument, you should be beaten. If you say without thinking that the Lord of Chang'an wants to be beaten, if you are a teacher without thinking and giving examples that are wrong, you will naturally be beaten."
"Why is this happening? Why is this happening! This disciple has no such intention!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "The teacher will punish the disciple when he makes a mistake, and the teacher will not punish the teacher when he makes a mistake. There is no such principle in Confucianism. But these three times as a teacher do not mean that I agree with what you said, as a teacher
I can't prove to you that the world after the reform will be better than today. But I can be sure that the world after the reform will be much better than today. You will live longer than me, much longer. If I can't see
On that day, remember to tell me in front of my grave that you were wrong and you were right, and also tell me what the world was 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, full of reluctance.
Time will tell everything, but he doesn't seem to have much time left.
Back then, no matter how biting the cold wind was, he could wield a sword in a single piece of clothing without fear of the cold. But today, with the soft snow falling, he was still shivering in the best-quality cold-proof leather jacket.
He held his disciple's hand and told him:
"I must tell you."
"Um."
"Don't forget this."
"Um."
Zhang Cang's voice was distorted and his throat was a little tight.
The old hand wiped the corners of Zhang Cang's eyes.
"If you cry too much, everyone will die." Xunzi looked at his disciples steadily and said with a smile, "Even if my body dies, Confucianism and Taoism will live on forever."
Half a month passed.
Ying Chengyu, like an ordinary official, personally delivered bags of briquettes to the people.
This dark and unattractive thing looks ugly, but it is a life-saving thing.
On this day, he knocked on the door and swaggered into the house with his master as usual, wearing a snow-white fox fur coat, and said arrogantly:
"Where are the rest of your family? Call them all. Nai Gong will only demonstrate to you once."
The host is a woman, with willow-leaf eyebrows and pink-phoenix eyes. She is not a beauty that will captivate the nation, but she is good enough to be selected as a maid in the palace.
This woman is not only beautiful in appearance, but also has a slim and curvy figure.
In the middle of winter, when she went out to meet Ying Chengyu, she was wearing green silk clothes, her face turned pale from the cold, and she was shivering.
The already fair cheeks turned even whiter, and they were shivering from the cold. In addition, Ying Cheng was shivering in fear, like a frightened little rabbit.
"Sir, I am the only one in the family."
The woman said cautiously, shrinking back as if she was afraid of what Ying Chengyu would do.
There were no lights in the room, and the light from the window shone in, hitting half of the woman's face, making her skin appear whiter and more transparent.
There is a saying that a white skin can cover up all ugliness, not to mention that women are not ugly, but very beautiful, becoming more and more charming in the sun.
The furnishings in the house are also very simple. Perhaps because she just got up, the woman led Ying Chengyu into the room.
The quilt on the bed was a little messy, but it was messy but not dirty. There was a wardrobe placed in the corner, the door was open, and there were some colorful silk clothes inside, all very see-through.
Ying Chengqiao sniffed his nose, and the faint aroma made him squint his eyes, and soon he chuckled.
He was very familiar with this scent. It was an aphrodisiac scent and was commonly used in towers.
He threw away the bag, sat on the bed, and patted his side.
"Come and sit."
The woman seemed to be frightened, and she shrank into the closet like a frightened deer.
"Sir, what are you going to do?"
Her petite body was hidden among the intimate clothes that should have appeared on the balcony of the beauties and concubines - a black thong similar to lace, a mesh sweater, and a red sheer long skirt.
In such a scene, instead of hiding, it is clearly to speed up the attack of the bad guys.
Ying Chengyu leaned forward and said with interest:
"Interesting, you are very interesting."
The woman continued to shrink into the cabinet and wrapped her hands in the lace-like black thong.
"My lord, please respect yourself. Tingwei's Mansion is not far from here and can be reached within half an hour."
Ying Chengyu pointed at the woman's cabinet full of clothes.
"Do you know that most of the things in your cabinet are things I made?"
The woman pulled off the attack speed equipment and piled them in front of her. She peeked at Ying Chenglong among the pile of attack speed equipment. Her big eyes were twitching, she was very scared, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes.
Ying Chengqiao laughed.
"Are you a drama queen? Or is it that your master told you that I like to play hard to get, so you think you are flirting with me?"
The woman shook her head suddenly, tears fell, and there was a faint cry.
"I don't know what you are talking about, please respect yourself!"
If today was the first time Ying Cheng had given him briquettes, he would have turned around and left.
Because of Meng Ao's death, Ying Chengyu felt unhappy, so he kept going to the front lines to deliver briquettes to the people.
The white snow, the cold wind, and the busy life made his heart feel much happier than before.
Over the past ten days, he has adjusted, so today he is very interested in this unexpected situation.
He didn't know who came up with this honey trap, but he felt that the person who came up with this trick really understood men.
On such a windy and snowy day, in a remote area of Xianyang, there was such a delicate woman shivering, trying to refuse but still welcoming her.
It makes people want to tear off the few clothes on their bodies to reveal the beautiful body under the semi-gauze, warm it with their own fiery heat, and conquer it with a quick sprint.
The aphrodisiac aroma in the air, as well as the pile of attack speed equipment in the cabinet, will gradually bring the battle to its peak, allowing you to show your best in the most intense fight.
"Look, on such a cold day, you went out to greet me wearing such a translucent silk dress, without even wearing a bra. Do you dare to say that your clothes are to protect your body, not to seduce me?
"The people who live here are all poor. Not to mention the clothes that ordinary people buy, you have to struggle to see them and dare not even think about them. Isn't this a bit against the rules?
"Furthermore, your eyebrows have been drawn, you have pink and white on your face, and rouge on your lips. If you buy these things with money, it won't make any sense to me. It's too expensive for ordinary people. Let's talk about the quilt.
"
Ying Chengyu reached in and took out a still warm sheepskin bag.
He shook the sheepskin bag and smiled:
"I've used the hot water bottle, but the person behind you is really nice to you, and you're going to suffer a little bit. In fact, you're shivering with the cold, which makes you more attractive to men.
"I also made this aphrodisiac fragrance. How do you like it? Does it smell good? I'm very good at martial arts and I don't feel anything. How about you? Are you feeling a little hot all over?"
The woman's face was a little rosy, her eyebrows were dripping with water, and she was biting her lips and not speaking.
"It's okay, don't panic, I don't like to use force." Ying Chengyu waved his hand and said with a smile: "The effect of this aphrodisiac incense has reached its maximum. It is for fun, not for sexual intercourse. If you ask me
If you pounce on me, it's because of your true intentions, and you can't rely on this fragrance."
The woman stopped talking and looked at Ying Chengqiao with that resentful expression.
Ying Chengyu walked to the cabinet with a smile, squatted down, lifted the woman's smooth chin, and lifted it up with a little force.
A swan-like snow-white neck was exposed in front of Ying Chengyu's eyes, along with the delicate collarbone.
"Tell me, who sent you?
"Looking at the way you arranged it, the person you sent behind you didn't want to hide it from me at all. If you didn't say anything, wouldn't his efforts be in vain?"
The woman was silent and did not speak.
Ying Chengyu raised his eyebrows, put some force on his hands, squinted his eyes and said with a smile:
"Is it my old but still beautiful grandmother Zhao Ji?
"Still that little brother Gan Luo who doesn't really obey my orders?
"Or maybe someone with eyesight whom I don't know can tell me."