Chapter 330: There Are Too Many Smart People in the World

Tu Yao was just a joke, so naturally he didn't take Bu'an's response to heart.

After arranging for the craftsmen to repair the courtyard, Bu An took the two monks out for a walk as usual. Tu Yao originally liked to be quiet and didn't like to move around, but the brick wall outside was a little noisy, so not long after lunch, he also led Song Qing out.

In the evening, both groups of people came back from outside, and while dinner had not yet been delivered from the restaurant, Song Qing followed Bu'an intentionally or unintentionally, and there was no one else around, so he asked softly:

"Bu'an, you...... To be honest, before my master and I arrived in Jiangning, were you always soaking in the Wind Moon Field?"

Bu An was stunned when he heard this, turned his head and asked him, "Which one did you listen to?"

"Do you need to listen to anyone?" Song Qing smacked his lips, then shook his head and said, "I actually know that talented people have to visit that kind of place to be inspired...... But you ...... But you ...... But you should take me to see the world, too. ”

"What nonsense are you talking about? If you don't study well at a young age, you will be lazy when you mention cultivation every day, but your ability to use your brain is not small. Bu An threatened.

"Where am I talking nonsense?!...... I have said all the good things for you, but you still beat you up!" Song Qing said anxiously.

Bu An only felt three drops of sweat on his forehead, it was really a good thing not to go out, and evil things spread thousands of miles, that day he just thought that a few women in the dust were noisy, and he just dealt with a limerick poem, how did it get to Song Qing's mouth, it became "those obscene words and songs".

He immediately cheered up, pulled Song Qing to a secluded place and asked, "Tell me, how did it spread outside?"

"It's all about it, in short, it's that you're romantic. He also said that you have iron teeth and copper teeth, and you have to be unforgiving, and that you are timid and afraid of things, and you don't dare to go out at night. Song Qing thought for a while and said, "I actually have something, I didn't understand it much, and I didn't dare to ask the master ......."

He looked at Bu An very seriously and said, "What does it mean that a pear blossom presses a begonia? Why do they say that this sentence is the most fragrant?"

Bu An's eyes were about to roll to the back of his head, and he said in his heart that Tu Yao had probably misunderstood this time, and asked with a hint of luck: "What did the master say?

Shizun didn't say a word, but I looked at her expression as if she was very unhappy. Song Qing pretended to be old-fashioned, and then said: "I'll just say, you have a lot of money at the moment, and it is also human nature to be nostalgic for the fence and tiles." As for being mean and saving lives, it's the same thing. Who can not lose his temper when a young man is proud? And what rich man will not spare his life?"

"Do you mean good things for me?" Bu An was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and said in his heart that you were clearly deliberately mending the knife.

"Then what else can I say?" Song Qing shrugged: "Could it be that you were framed by someone? So many people have nothing to do when they are full, and they are hollowing out their minds, all for the sake of arranging you?"

Bu An was also speechless, just because of these reputations, most of them were deliberately done by themselves, but they were nostalgic for the fence and wrote some obscene lyrics and songs...... Where to start.

Seeing that he didn't say a word, Song Qing endured it for a while, and then asked with a hippie smile: "To be honest, how did you and the flower Taoist Deng Xiaoxian know each other?"

Bu An glared at him and walked away in a huff.

Song Qing muttered thoughtfully, "I should have thought of it a long time ago." ”

......

During dinner, Tu Yao said very little, like he had a lot on his mind.

Bu An took the initiative to talk about the interesting things he had encountered in the past few days, and Tu Yao also seemed interested.

Song Qing probably felt that with Bu'an as a negative example, he could take off his lazy hat, and when he lowered his head and picked up rice in his mouth, he would inevitably show a hint of joy.

After dinner, Tu Yao went back to the house early, Bu An came back and went around a few times, hesitated for a while, and finally went over and knocked on the door.

"Come in. Tu Yao seemed to know who was coming, and he didn't ask him what was the matter.

Bu An entered the door and saw that the lamp had been lit in the house, and under the lamp were the four treasures of the study, it seemed that Tu Yao was planning to write something.

"Master......" he tried to smile naturally.

"There have been many things that have happened in the DPRK and China recently, do you know it?" Tu Yao looked at the oil lamp and asked casually.

“...... Roughly know some. Bu An didn't know why Tu Yao suddenly mentioned this, so he had to temporarily suppress the rhetoric that had been brewing for a while.

"Tell me what you know. Tu Yao's expression was a little lonely.

"The Holy Lord abolished Zhongshu Province, and the Great Liang Dynasty no longer had a left and right prime minister. Bu An thought for a while and said: "With Yan You's crisis at one time and one place, it is justifiable to expel Shizun's father and brother from the court, and the saint should feel that this price is acceptable." ”

Tu Yao nodded, without a trace of surprise on his face, as if he felt that it was natural for Bu An to be able to see these clearly.

When my brother accepted the appointment, he knew that this would be the result. She suddenly looked at Bu An: "Do you know, why does he still have the order to guard Yanyou?"

“...... People are doing it, and the sky is watching. Bu'an's expression gradually became solemn.

Tu Yao nodded with a little relief, and then sighed lightly: "Last time I said goodbye to Yuezhou, I have been thinking about your questions, and I have gained a little. ”

Bu An remembered that it was to prove that he had no reverence for the Confucian spirit, and he questioned the Confucian theory of governing the world, so he was silent and waited for her to continue.

"Man is a human being, after all, different from a beast. Tu Yao said to himself: "All beasts respect tigers, and the strong eat the weak; if the world only talks about cultivation, the strong are like tigers, doing whatever they want, and the weak are like ants, trampled on by others, wouldn't this world become purgatory?"

"The old gods respected strength, and finally swallowed the bitter fruit of themselves. And the sons of the sages either promote benevolence and righteousness, or legislate the system, or say that they love both, or obey inaction, or vertically and horizontally to contain them, or use their clever hands to live people...... It's all about keeping the world from becoming purgatory. ”

When Tu Yao said this, his words suddenly changed: "The first saint cultivates to reach the sky, but the one who obeys the power of the chicken is the co-master of the world, do you know the reason?"

Bu An listened a little distractedly, and faintly realized that the land of Shenzhou under his feet seemed to be not just as simple as the fantasy version.

"Only so......," he paused, feeling that his conclusion was a little strange: "can ...... in order to put the imperial power in a cage. ”

Only then did Tu Yao show a hint of surprise, and said in a deep voice: "Your statement is very fresh, but the truth is correct, as the so-called water can carry a boat, it can also overturn a boat, if the co-master of the world is the highest person in the world, how can the water overturn the boat?"

"But today's co-masters of the world, I'm afraid it's not powerless, right?" Bu An said calmly.

Tu Yao shook his head with a wry smile, deliberately avoided this topic, turned his head to look at the blank rice paper in front of him and said: "There are too many smart people in this world, but it's not good to be all smart people, there must be some fools, such as my father and brother, and like you respect me." ”

She said these words tonight, as if she thought of where it was, and the preface did not match the afterword, but Bu An understood.

It turned out that Shizun didn't misunderstand him, but just understood him, knew why he pretended to be arrogant and unsociable, and knew why he wanted to make a reputation for being afraid of things.

This woman was too smart, but she knew very well that she was intent on being a fool, like her father and brother.

And after she came back tonight, she seemed to be preoccupied, probably just because, seeing that Bu'an intended to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, she was actually a little disappointed in her heart.

"Master......" Bu'an's sentence Master was shouted from the bottom of his heart, but the expression on his face was clearly painful and embarrassed: "Why are you suffering?"

Tu Yao said leisurely: "The month-by-month conference, there may be accidents, but before this accident happens, it is ultimately for the purpose of discussing the month-by-month plan." If I hid today, why did I bother to learn Confucianism in the first place?"

"What if there must be an accident?" asked Bu An in a deep voice.

Tu Yao smiled: "Bu'an, there are some things in this world that are more important than life. You may not think it now, but you may understand it later. When you leave Jiangning in a few days, take Song Qing with you, I was going to send him away. ”

"Master......" Bu An wanted to say, there is nothing in this world that is heavier than your life, but he still held back and didn't say anything.

Tu Yao waited for a while, and when he saw that he had no follow-up, he pointed to the pen and ink in front of him and said with a smile: "Originally, I wanted to write a letter to my father and brother, but I sat for a long time, and I didn't know what to write...... Why don't you write a poem for me? ”

Hearing this, Bu An got up, smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Master, I can't write poetry." ”

As he spoke, he walked out without looking back.