The ancient capital of the Seventeenth Dynasty, where Jianghuai Daozhi is located, the Xiongcheng Jiangning.

In February, the banks of the Qinhuai River are already full of greenery, which is a good time for Yule to carve a saddle and go on a tour.

But at present, in the area of Confucius Temple, groups of young talents come and go from time to time, but they don't seem to have the interest of nostalgia for spring, even in the painting boat floating on the Qinhuai River, the small gathering of three or five Confucian students, what they talk about is the world's major events.

World......

When he came to Jiangning, Bu'an really felt what the word "world" meant.

These days, even if it is just the name of the academy large and small, he has heard hundreds, and this is still recognized by the Great Liang Imperial Court and is qualified to come to the monthly conference.

And the temples and Taoist temples that he thought would not appear also sent disciples to Jiangning, including the Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou, Qixia Temple in Jiangning, Kaiyuan Temple in Quanzhou, and the Qinglian Temple in Yuezhou, which he already knew.

Interestingly, it wasn't just Bu'an who was stunned when he saw the monk.

Confucianism and Confucianism, Taoism and Taoism, and even Confucianism and Taoism in this Jiangning city will inevitably move around each other, but the monks are always alone, even between monks from different temples, there is very little intersection - presumably because the Dharma's magical powers are too secretive and domineering.

Therefore, when Bu'an and his party, the combination of four Confucians and two monks, appeared in Jiangning, it was really a bit different. It wasn't until Hui Yuan returned to Qixia Temple that Guangnian wore a hat and dressed up as an ordinary little guy under the instruction of Bu'an, so there were not so many people looking sideways.

The group lived in a magnificent mansion on the bank of the Qinhuai River, and there was an endless stream of people who came to pay their respects, and they probably learned the identity of the eldest grandson of the Song Shijin Kingdom from various channels.

And Song Shijin was full of worries about the country and the people, but anyone who came invited him to participate in a tea party or visit the garden in the name of discussing the monthly plan, he did not refuse.

It's just that after a few small gatherings of Confucian students, the number of people who come to invite them again has gradually decreased.

After all, no one wants to be coldly interjected with a sentence of "empty talk misleading the country" or "boastful talk" when they are in the middle of chatting.

And the reputation of the iron-toothed bronze tooth walking path has also slowly spread.

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On the seventh day of the second month of the third year of Longxing, Qufu Academy arrived in Jiangning and held a banquet at Jinling Villa at the foot of Zhongshan that night.

Qufu Academy is a Confucian master in the world, the face is big enough, and the pomp and circumstance of the banquet are also big enough, and it is said that even Qian Wenzhao, the political envoy of Jianghuai Dao, was invited.

Song Shijin, who is inextricably linked to Qufu Academy—he has lived in Hangzhou for a long time and has not practiced in Qufu Academy—will naturally not be forgotten, and the post was sent to the house early.

According to Song Shijin's temperament, he didn't want to join in the fun of a scene like this, but before he came to Jiangning, he was taken care of by his family, and all actions were at the mercy of the young man. Therefore, Bu An said that he wanted to go, but he had no choice.

After lunch, taking a nap, and recuperating their spirits, the two took the car.

Song Manqiu and Kong Ling got the news early in the morning and went to the river to pick up people. Guang Nian also followed behind shamelessly, the three of them should have arrived at Jinling Villa this time.

The carriage and horses walked slowly, and only entered the villa at sunset, and then they were invited to the room where they were about to entertain the guests.

There were only a dozen guests in the room, all sitting cross-legged on the floor, each with a separate low table in front of them, and the furnishings were very exquisite, but the service was just a simple cup of tea.

The guests were spread out very much, and it was naturally impossible to whisper to each other. There are chats, and because there is no privacy, they all say polite words of "the weather is so nice hahaha".

However, from the titles of these people greeting each other, Bu An also roughly heard that all of them were disciples of several well-known academies, and Lehu Academy was among them.

He glanced around the three people from Lehu Academy, two men and one woman, all in their early twenties, and they were all quite outstanding. It's just that he doesn't know why, he looked at the two Confucian scholars who were sitting upright, and felt that Situ Yan should not be among them, probably because the aura of these two was not enough.

In fact, such a retro meal sharing system made him a little uncomfortable, and even understood why Song Shijin was reluctant to come at first.

Soon, laughter came from a nearby room, and it sounded like a certain big man was coming—Bu An guessed that it might be Qian Wenzhao, the political envoy of Jianghuai Province.

Finally, a maid came out to pour wine and serve food, and there were also people from Qufu Academy, who sat in this room and faced the three upper seats of everyone - among them was Song Manqiu.

Then there is another process, the host thanks, the guest acknowledges, raises a glass, and then everyone drinks with half of their faces covered by their robes.

Although Bu An did it one by one, he secretly looked forward to the end of this banquet as soon as possible, and said in his heart that he was really not suitable for Confucianism.

Thinking like this, he pondered again, he didn't know who Tianmu Academy had sent to the monthly assembly this time.

It's been a few days since he arrived in Jiangning, but he has never met Tianmu's fellow disciples—in fact, apart from Tu Yao and Song Qing, he doesn't recognize any other fellow disciples.

After a few polite back-and-forths, the atmosphere in the room became more natural, and some people mentioned the monthly conference, so it was also like the Confucian gatherings that Bu'an had participated in a few times before, everyone expressed their opinions and talked endlessly, and everyone seemed to have a great opinion.

However, to put it simply, it is all old goods, nothing more than the cliché of Confucianism, as if once the world is "old and old, young and young", the evil moon will no longer exist.

Bu An has seen old Confucian guys like Song Guogong, and he has also seen old oilmen in officialdom like Kong Haoyan, so he naturally understands that Confucianism is not all such goods.

In the final analysis, these little characters in front of them are reading sage books all day long, and their cultivation may be okay, but their social experience is blank, except for dropping their book bags, they really can't say that they are ugly.

According to Bu'an's view, the young talents who gathered in Jiangning were roughly divided into two ideas on how to go month by month, one was pragmatic and the other was pragmatic.

In short, once this internal cause is eliminated, the evil moon will return to its normal position and turn back into the big round plate that is only responsible for the lack of clouds and sunny days, and no longer has blood.

Pragmatically, it is believed that heaven and earth run in an orderly manner, and the evil moon has its own laws, rather than thinking about how to make it return to its place, it is better to focus on the actual situation, and find a way to govern the world in the case of the evil moon coming to the world.

At present, the descendants in this room are obviously divided into these two factions, but they can't say anything to the point, which makes people calloused and eager to go out to breathe.

Bu An was secretly shaking his head, and suddenly heard someone say to him: "This is Tianmu Bu Zhidao, right?