At night, inside the castle.

Yan Hong leaned on the roof paved with green tiles alone, his left foot was straight, his right foot was slightly bent, his hands crossed and fell on the knee of his right leg, and a cowhide wine jug on his left hand side was placed aside at will, and the mellow wine gas spread, obviously the wine in the bottle had spilled a little.

Yan Hong didn't care, this was nothing compared to the wine made by Shangguan Wan'er in the Traceless Village, as far as the eye could see, there were many people in the castle, the fire was light, but there were still neat footsteps in the middle of the moon cruising in the castle, Yan Hong couldn't help but nod slightly.

Compared with the Mojia organ city, the discipline here is more rigorous, it can be said that there is a clear hierarchy, those who have not yet can not act recklessly, and those who are subordinate cannot act arrogantly, in the end, the orthodox princes and gate lords have inherited the patriarchy for thousands of years and cannot be underestimated, unlike the Mo family, even if it is inherited for a long time, it is still a Jianghu sect, and the disciples can't get rid of the habits of the rivers and lakes, and the more arrogant people don't listen to the tune.

Thinking of this, Yan Hong couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking of the leaders of the Mo family, the big hammer was impulsive, and the thief was impetuous. Xu Fuzi is obsessed with forging swords, not to mention Snow Girl and Duanmu Rong, since Gu Ci is not in charge of soldiers, the two of them are too benevolent Only Master Ban can be regarded as calm and calm, as for Xiao Gao, if he can really let go of the hatred in his heart, he can indeed be regarded as a qualified leader, but unfortunately he can never let go.

Think about the deacons he saw when Zhang Xu invited himself today, each of them was calm and capable, advancing and retreating, and showing everyone's demeanor, which can indeed make people look sideways, thinking about it, Yan Hong can't help but recall a famous saying, 'Knowledge is the ladder of human progress' This sentence is indeed true when I think about it now.

Most of the people in Momen are poor people at the bottom of the society who do not learn and have no skills, on the contrary, whether it is the people of Mingyue Villa or the children of Yan Hong's own traceless Zhuang, there are hundreds of years of cultural heritage behind the country and Yan Guo, in such an era, knowledge is always in the hands of a few people, so the dominant position in the society is also a small number of people.

Confucianism and Mo, although they are the world's top sects, in the history of the fate is completely different, after the end of the world of a hundred schools of thought, the Mohist family disappeared completely, although Confucianism has changed but can prosper for thousands of years, this is the best witness.

Confucianism learned the six arts to lay a solid foundation, and learned Confucius and Mencius to enrich wisdom, on the other hand, the Mohists have never had such a systematic organization and education.

Unconsciously, Yan Hong muttered: "It seems that we must learn from the Confucian saying, 'take the essence and remove the dross', and only then can the hundred schools of thought be willing to survive, otherwise the Chinese nation, the most beautiful era of a master, may really die." ”

Looking at the sparse stars in the sky, he didn't notice the slight footsteps coming from beside him.

"What do you think?"

A slight greeting pulled Yan Hong back from the tide of thoughts, his eyes rose slightly, and Zhang Xu, who was also lying down with his arms on his pillow, said with some amusement, "At this time, aren't you supposed to stay up all night and be busy with mundane things, how can you have time to come here to find me?" ”

"Mundane? You...... You...... To put it mildly, do you have less mundane work than I do? It's not the same as living at ease. Zhang Xu smiled dumbly and responded.

"Have you ever heard the saying, 'The lower ones work hard, and the middle ones work harder. The superior is laborious. The general meaning is, "The people at the grassroots level sell their labor power in exchange for the right to survive, while the people in the middle class survive by using their brains to think of strategies, that is, by testing their wisdom, and the people in the upper class rely on controlling the thoughts and actions of others, and controlling and using others to effectively distribute what they want to do to obtain vested interests." 'Got it?' Yan Hong said leisurely.

Zhang Xu listened but fell into a short thought, and then smiled happily, "Yes, yes, it's really incisive, listening to your words is better than reading for ten years, no wonder you live so leisurely." ”

"Now you are also a superior person, so you can also be as idle as me." Yan Hong nodded.

"yes...... By the way, what did you just think? Zhang Xu asked.

"The difference between Confucianism and Mo, the difference between the rivers and lakes and the court, the difference between the royal family and the people?" Yan Hong poured a sip of wine into his stomach and replied.

"Since when did you start worrying about the country and the people? Could it be that the brain was burned out by the Confucian classics? Zhang Xu was a little surprised, Yan Hong in his impression has always been *** suave, uninhibited, and doing whatever he wants.

"Although I never say these things, it doesn't mean that I never want to, after all, these people and things have a lot to do with me." Yan Hong replied calmly.

"That's not bad......"

What Zhang Xu said is good, but it is true, Yan Hong's father is a giant of the Mo family, and his mother seems to be a child of the Yin and Yang family, the patrilineal clan is the royal family, and the matrilineal clan is the bull's ear of a hundred families.

Yan Hong looked at Zhang Xu who was enlightened on the side, but he didn't disturb his contemplation, but Zhang Xu was afraid that he couldn't figure it out if he wanted to, Yan Hong was still shouldering the secret of [Canglong Qisu], and it was really not an easy profession to traverser!

At least at this moment, that's what Yan Hong's heart thinks.

……………………

Chengdu, Princess Yuyang Palace, in the study.

Two slender figures stood tall in the bright lights, but they were a man and a woman.

The man, dressed in a pale cyan robe, has a face like a crown of jade, and is very personable.

Woman, a lock of black hair like silk satin flutters in the wind, eyebrows like the moon, a pair of bright eyes like stars like the bright moon, delicate nose, fragrant cheeks and red, like a dotted red lip, like snow delicate and crystal like jade, delicate without the slightest flaw skin is tender like soft honey, the body is graceful and slender, and the beauty is suffocating.

Although the two long swords on the waist are also peculiar, they exude a fierce aura, which is obviously a peerless blade full of blood, and on the scabbard, there are several vigorous and clumsy handwriting [Ganjiang], [Mo Evil] engraved in a small seal.

"Xiangjun, Mrs. Xiang arrived, and the palace was very pleased."

Princess Yuyang, who was dressed in a white dress and skirt, had long hair and was casually tied with a silk scarf at the back of her head, but the momentum between her eyebrows was still more and more intimidating.

"Thank you, Your Royal Highness the Princess, my husband and wife are ashamed." Xiang Jun saluted respectfully.

"I don't know what the sect leader has to send the two of you here?" The leader of the sect that Princess Yuyang said was the Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

"The sect leader is in retreat to study the way of heaven, and there are few present lives, this time the two of us are here to find His Excellency the Night Emperor at the behest of His Excellency Dongjun." Mrs. Xiang saluted.

"Dongjun...... The Night Emperor ......"

Princess Yuyang's eyes flickered, but she didn't say anything, but Jiang Yu, who had been standing aside, muttered these four seemingly ordinary words thoughtfully, and gradually a trace of unusual taste slowly revealed between the lines, gradually becoming clear in the mind of this wise man.