"Mr. Zhou, I would like to invite you to participate in the compilation of the Canon of Chinese Studies. Wang Yong still tried to say.

Zhou Daoli seemed to have guessed Wang Yong's intentions a long time ago, and glanced at Wang Yong lightly, but was silent.

Instead, he picked up the pen and continued to write.

After the payment, seal, and slow and leisurely were all completed, Zhou Daoli took a step back, admired his calligraphy works with a satisfied face, and said, "My answer is in these four words." ”

It's more than asking.

Obviously, Zhou Daoli was unwilling to have anything to do with Wang Yong.

"Teacher Zhou, this is a good thing for the benefit of the country and the people, think about it again. Wang Yong stood still, but continued to plead.

When Zhou Daoli heard this, he sneered: "Benefiting the country and the people? I'm afraid that only you are the only one who benefits, right? You don't need to say it anymore, I won't go along with people like you." Now I can still say 'please' to you, and I'll just take a broom and chase people away later!"

After speaking, Zhou Daoli threw down the brush and entered the house with his hands behind his back.

Hung Wang Yong alone in the courtyard.

Wang Yong looked at Zhou Daoli's back with a complicated expression, he didn't expect Zhou Daoli to say such a thing.

Zhou Daoli used the four words he had just written to warn Wang Yong that he was not like Wang Yong, who would do whatever it took to achieve his goals. His way of life is to "seek nothing more than to seek", to achieve the perfection of his own heart, and not to seek to borrow from outsiders and external objects.

He and Wang Yong "don't conspire with each other", and he didn't even want to say a few more words to Wang Yong.

Wang Yong's eyes flickered, looking at Zhou Daoli's pen, ink, paper and inkstone placed in the courtyard, he suddenly stepped forward, picked up the Zihao pen, wrote down four words with a brush, and turned around.

Inside the house, Zhou Daoli held a bowl of tea and squinted at the outside of the courtyard.

He thought that Wang Yong would leave angrily, but who knew that Wang Yong wrote a few words in a hurry before leaving leisurely.

It seems that Wang Yong was not driven away by Zhou Daocarp, but Wang Yong disdained to be with Zhou Daocarp and took the initiative to leave.

"Hmph, it's far from being able to take the place of a saint and want to exercise the skill of 'fixing one'!" Zhou Daoli walked out of the room with a look of disdain.

In his opinion, Wang Yong's move was like a child who couldn't get candy, and finally made the little man slam the door and leave, which was not glorious.

It's just that when Zhou Daoli saw the few words left by Wang Yong on the desk, he was speechless for a while.

"Existence of nature, the door of morality".

These are the eight words left by Wang Yong.

Not to mention that Wang Yong's muscles and bones are not inferior to Zhou Dao carp. These eight words alone compare Zhou Dao Carp's "nothing more than seeking", and Zhou Dao Carp is completely crushed in the realm.

"The existence of nature is the door of morality", which is what Confucius said, which means that the door to morality can be opened by perfecting the nature of all things. What is the nature of human beings? It is sincerity, and if we treat all things in nature with sincerity, we can obtain the true meaning of morality.

Assuming that Zhou Daoli's way of learning is a small garden that closes the door and entertains itself, then Wang Yong's is a big world with clouds and clouds, and the tide rises and falls.

The comparison between the two is clear at a glance.

Zhou Daoli rejected Wang Yong on the surface, which made Wang Yong suffer a loss. But Wang Yong secretly counterattacked and gave Zhou Daoli a blow to his self-confidence.

Outside the alley, Wang Yong walked on the road, frowning.

Although he was not used to Zhou Daocarp, he still scolded him back, but this invitation was in vain.

There are only a few Chinese studies in China, Zhou Daoli refused, and there was one less target to choose from.

"Who is next? Li Zhengyi or Zhao Yuan?"

These two people are also masters with considerable attainments in Chinese studies, but their identities are a bit special, they are both professors at Yenching University.

And not the kind of retired professor, or the current professor.

Wang Yong and Yan Da are at odds, as we all know. If you want to invite these two people, it is estimated that the difficulty is even greater than that of Zhou Daocarp.

"I have to give it a try, maybe people's stomachs are not as small as I imagined?" Wang Yong muttered to himself and rushed to Yanda.

Wang Yong deliberately wore a mask and sunglasses to deceive the security guard that he had a viral cold, so he sneaked into the gate of Yan University.

Otherwise, if he wore a mask in the summer, Wang Yong would have been arrested by the security guards as a psychopath.

"Professor Zhao, I'm Wang Yong. At the door of Zhao Yuan's office, Wang Yong found Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan is nearly sixty years old, with the unique elegance of an intellectual woman decades ago, and gently glanced at Wang Yong.

"Oh, I know you. Is there anything wrong with me?" Zhao Yuan was quite polite to Wang Yong, and did not directly show any malice.

It's just that it's definitely not enthusiastic.

"That's right, I would like to invite you to participate in the compilation of the "Canon of Chinese Studies", I don't know if you are willing to ......"

Wang Yong hadn't finished speaking, but he heard Zhao Yuan refuse bluntly: "I'm sorry, my course is very tight, and I have to take graduate students this year, I'm afraid I won't be able to participate." Look for something else!"

"I promise it won't take you too much time, just outside of class. You think about it again......"

Zhao Yuan sighed softly, looked directly at Wang Yong, and said, "Teacher Wang, I think there are some things that don't need to be said too clearly. Don't say I'm really tight, even if I have a lot of loose time, I can't say yes to your invitation. I entered Yan University at the age of 18 and have never left Yan University until I am 60 years old. I ask for your understanding that I cannot be allowed to work with you because of my affection for this school. ”

After speaking, Zhao Yuan walked out of the office without looking back and went to class.

Wang Yong stood behind Zhao Yuan, watched Zhao Yuan's back leave, and said, "Thank you anyway! I have read your "Ancient Texts and Modern Explanations" five times!"

Zhao Yuan's footsteps froze slightly, and then accelerated away.

Just a sentence floated along: "You can ask Professor Li Zhengyi, he has a lot of free time recently, and he may agree to you." ”

"Thank you. ”

Wang Yong smiled slightly and walked to Li Zhengyi's office.

Regarding Zhao Yuan's choice, Wang Yong expressed his understanding. Masters are also human beings and have their own emotions. Zhao Yuan did not demean Wang Yong, nor did he make any insulting language, but told the truth, which Wang Yong liked very much.

"Have you met Professor Lee?"

"Didn't Professor Li come to class?"

More than half an hour has passed, and Wang Yong has not found Li Zhengyi.

Some people say that Li Zhengyi is in the office, and Wang Yong pounces on him and pounces into the air; some people say that Li Zhengyi is in the classroom, but the students tell Wang Yong that Li Zhengyi has just left; and some people say that they saw Li Zhengyi go to the teacher's dormitory building, but Wang Yong trotted away, but still found nothing.

Li Zhengyi disappeared in advance as if he had already learned the news that Wang Yong was looking for him.

"Alas, it seems that it is not appropriate to go out today to run errands. Wang Yong sighed and walked into a toilet.

From going out in the morning to now, Wang Yong didn't even have time to urinate, and he had already suffocated.

As soon as he entered the toilet, Wang Yong couldn't wait to open the sluice gate and release the water, and vent to his heart's content.

Next to Wang Yong, an old man with a pair of reading glasses on the bridge of his nose looked at Wang Yong's water column with a little envy.

On his side, it was ticking and ticking, like a broken water pipe, and it took a lot of effort to squeeze out a drop.

Wang Yong was a little hairy when he was looked at, and secretly thought that he would not meet the old pervert, right?

There is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it!

This old man who envies Wang Yong is none other than Li Zhengyi!

"Professor Li, hello, I'm Wang Yong!" Wang Yong hurriedly introduced himself.

Li Zhengyi, who was originally envious, immediately changed his expression when he heard Wang Yong's name, and said, "I don't know." ”

Then he put on his pants and wanted to leave, but who knew that suddenly there was another urge to urinate, so he could only continue to wait for a drop like a rusty tap......

"Professor Li, I have long admired your name. I am currently working on the compilation of the Canon of Chinese Studies, and I would like to invite you to participate in it. Wang Yong said.

Li Zheng looked disdainful, and simply refused neatly: "I'm not interested!"

"Don't refuse so quickly, I'll leave you a call, if you change your mind, you can call me......" Wang Yong did not give up.

Who knew that Li Zhengyi's face suddenly sank, and his tone became extremely stern: "I said it very clearly, I'm not interested! Please don't pester me anymore! I have always stayed away from a villain like you who only wants to step on other people's top positions! I think other peers in the circle also think the same way." You're a rotten, smelly piece of meat now, and no one will want to be part of your compilation!

"Professor Li, who are you talking about?" Wang Yong heard this, and a wave of anger instantly rose in his heart, and he turned around and questioned Li Zhengyi.

It's just that when he turned around, Wang Yong forgot that he was carrying out a great drainage project at the moment.

I only heard the sound of cheering, and the monstrous water that made Li Zhengyi envious instantly poured Li Zhengyi's body.

"Ahh

Wang Yong embarrassedly put away the tools of the crime, apologized with Li Zheng, and ran out of the toilet as if he had escaped.

Li Zhengyi was left looking at his wet pants and wanted to cry without tears.

There is no doubt that Wang Yong's invitation ended in failure again.

And from Li Zhengyi's words, Wang Yong also got a news: the scholars in the circle seem to have reached a consensus and are resisting Wang Yong with all their might.

In their eyes, Wang Yong is like a restless disruptor of order, who will step on the heads of his predecessors and climb up before they retire.

If you don't teach a lesson to this kind of behavior, I'm afraid that other juniors in the circle will follow suit, so won't the order in the circle be chaotic?

Sure enough, after Wang Yong asked a few more people in a row, all of them were rejected without exception.

If you have a good temper, you are willing to find a reason to deceive Wang Yong; if you have a bad temper, you will directly scold Wang Yong.

It seems that Wang Yong is not a national hero at all, but a beast who has done something harmful.

"Sure enough, every circle carries the attribute of rejecting newcomers, but you think that if you don't let me into the circle, you can suppress me, that's wrong! The earth will turn the same way without anyone, and it's just a matter of compiling the "Canon of Chinese Studies" without you? In half a month, the "Canon of Chinese Studies" will appear as scheduled!" Wang Yong stood at the gate of Yan University, and said with a determined gaze.