"Reverse literati!"

Situ Xing looked at the young Confucian student, his eyes showed disdain, and he said mockingly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Everybody gets it!"

The young Confucian student's complexion couldn't help but change greatly, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes.

The rebellious literati are Confucian scholars who deviate from the misinterpretation of the classics and do not follow the teachings of the saints.

If he is really labeled as a rebel literati, I am afraid that even if he is blessed by King Chengjun, he can only flee to the wilderness or the outer land to save his life.

"You!"

"Hugh wants to spew blood!"

"You're the anti-literati!"

Therefore, it is impossible for him not to be in a hurry, and it is impossible for him not to be frightened.

When young people are not accustomed to the behavior of the elderly, they often curse a sentence "Old and not dead is a thief", and it stands to reason that this sentence comes from the mouth of Confucius, Confucius has scolded like this, what else do we dare not scold?

As everyone knows, this is a misinterpretation of the holy will.

This quote is from the Analects of the Confucian Constitution, and the original text reads: "The original soil is destroyed." The son said: 'Young but not grandchildren, long and unspoken, old and not dead, is a thief.' He struck his shin with his rod. ”

Yuan Yang was an old friend of Confucius, and the most famous thing about this man was that his mother died, and Confucius went to mourn him, but instead of showing grief, Yuan Yang sang a song. Confucius's disciples were indignant and advised Confucius to break off his friendship with him. Confucius replied, "Those who are relatives do not lose their relatives, and those who are therefore do not lose their relatives." It means that although Yuan Yang is singing, he has not forgotten his mother in his heart, and an old friend is an old friend, and he cannot be disowned because of this.

In the above quotation, "yi" means to sit with legs crossed, "俟" means to wait, "sun brother" means "xunyi", to respect the elder brother, and "shin" means to have a lower leg.

The meaning of this passage is: One day Confucius went to visit Yuanyang, and instead of going out to greet him, Yuanyang sat with his legs crossed. In ancient times, this action was called "keiji", and the legs were spread apart, and the knees were slightly bent, and the shape was like a dustpan. It's a sitting, contemptuous posture, and it's impolite. When Confucius saw the virtue of his old friend, he was angry and reprimanded him: "When you were young, you didn't know how to respect your brother, and when you grew up, you didn't have any achievements that you could talk about. After saying this, while Yuan Yang was still sitting still, Confucius gently tapped him on the calf with his cane.

From the act of mourning his mother singing, it can be seen that Yuan Yang was not a person who was bound by etiquette, let alone treated old friends, so Confucius's words and the punishment of beating his calf were just a joke. The unobservance of singing by the bereaved mother is much more serious than that of Jiju, and Confucius is still unwilling to break off his friendship with him, let alone be treated by Jiju!

Later generations do not seek to understand much, do not understand the cause and effect, and take Confucius's jokes out of context and use them to attack the elderly people they are not used to, which is really wronging Confucius!"

"Take the words out of context and misinterpret the holy way!"

"Do you dare to say that you are not a contrarian literati?"

Situ Xing straightened his waist, his face was serious, and his voice was like thunder, and it was as loud as a morning bell and a dusk drum.

The rules of the teaching method in the air were suddenly activated, turning into an invisible chain hanging down, like a long snake binding the body of the young Confucian student.

The young Confucian only felt a chill coming from behind him, as if he was being targeted by a wild beast, his body couldn't help but stiffen, and his ears sounded in the water and land dojo, the bells and drums rang, and he was dizzy, like a lightning strike.

"I'm not!"

"I'm not a rebel literati!"

"I didn't distort the Divine Will!"

The young Confucian was pale and frightened, and kept denying it.

"Knowing your mistakes can improve you!"

Situ Xing looked at him coldly, as if he was looking at a funny clown, with a look of disdain.

Although the others didn't say anything, there was a hint of disdain in their eyes.

"I'm not wrong!"

"I didn't make it!"

"You're spewing blood!"

The young Confucian student's face was pale, but there was still a trace of luck in his heart. After all, he had only memorized a hadith at that time, and he had not read much into it.

Therefore, whether it is Situ Xing, or the governor of North County and others, although they are angry in their hearts, they can't bear him?

Looking at him as if he was a scoundrel, the disdain in the eyes of Situ Xing and the others was even stronger.

Even a few of the young Confucian students' friends retreated with disgust on their faces, as if the scholar was a thing that he could not avoid.

The young Confucian also knew the contempt and disdain in the hearts of the people.

But he had no way to retreat at this time, so he could only grit his teeth and be an old turtle hidden deep in the seabed.

But he forgot!

This is a high-energy world, in addition to ordinary people, there are ghosts and gods, and saints.

As soon as the thought moves, the ghosts and gods know.

"Hadith, please!"

"Please teach the Fa!"

Situ Xing's face was cold and solemn and he stood up straight, the Immortal Slashing Flying Knife above his head kept trembling, and the slightest fluctuation spread to the surroundings like ripples, and the chains that represented the Immortal Slashing Flying Knife in the air were even more burning because of the tremor of the Immortal Slashing Flying Knife.

The literary academy that enshrines the sacred image of Confucius suddenly boiled over.

The young Confucian looked frightened, looking at Situ with a worried heart, and for some reason there was an indescribable fear in his heart. As if something bad was going to happen next.

He subconsciously looked at Huo Feiran, the governor of Beijun, and saw him standing there expressionlessly, with no intention of interfering, and couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

As long as Huo Feiran doesn't interfere, even if Situ is famous all over the world, he is only a Confucian after all, as long as he grits his teeth, how can he endure himself?

Rumble!

Just when the young Confucian student held his mind and refused to admit it, the statue of Confucius in the Temple of Literature shook suddenly.

The inch-high literary atmosphere is turned into words, and every word,

It's like a ring ruler, and it's like a huge palm slapping a Confucian student.

There is an indescribable hotness.

However, this is not the most terrible.

Under the impact of the true meaning contained in the hadith, his will was like a castle built on the beach, which was washed away in an instant, and the crystal clear courage appeared under the agitation of the violent energy, and there were black marks, which looked like a crystal covered with scars, as long as he strengthened a little more, his courage would be annihilated.

At the thought that such a thing was about to happen to him, the young Confucian couldn't help but feel a chill all over his body, and his face showed even more fear.

He really can't imagine what kind of life he will face after he has no courage.

"No!"

"Don't!"

"Don't break my guts!"

"I don't dare to be born later!"

"The late student knows it's wrong!"

A trace of cracks spread all over the gall, as if it was about to be shattered, and the Confucian student's face suddenly changed greatly, and his eyes showed a look of fear.

Kneeling on the ground, he looked at Situ with a frightened face, and kept pleading.

"Holy Will!"

"This is the Divine Will!"

"If you deliberately distort the holy will for your own selfish desires, you are a rebel literati, and this is why you have suffered the backlash of the holy will. ”

The young Confucian student's face changed greatly, his eyes showed remorse, but he was still afraid, and he shouted loudly.

"I didn't twist the hadith!"

"I'm not a rebel literati!"

"I am a man of the Great Qianwu Year. ”

"You can't break my guts!"

Click!

Click!

Click!

The power that erupted from the hadith was surprisingly powerful. It's like a wave of the ocean.

The trace of dragon qi on Confucius's body was instantly crushed.

Without the protection of the dragon's energy, Confucian beings are as fragile as babies in the face of the power of the Hadith.

In the eyes of everyone in disbelief, the young Confucian scholar's courage shattered as suddenly as glass, and finally directly turned into pieces, shooting in all directions, leaving crystal traces in the air.

"Is this the courage of the man?"

Looking at the pieces that were like gems, everyone's faces showed surprise and confusion, but there was still an indescribable fear and sadness in their hearts.

It's horrible!

Si's sentence was terrible.

There are already two Confucian scholars' literary courage, indirectly or directly shattered on his hands.

There is still great strength.

This kind of person is terrifying when you think about it.

Those who had other thoughts couldn't help but feel a tightness in their backs.

Situ Xing looked at the frightened people with some amusement, and there was a trace of pride in the depths of his eyes.

Punish someone as a warning to others!

Lift people!

The palace is subordinate!

In terms of status, he is still in prison, and he is still above everyone.

In the eyes of everyone, it should be the existence of monkeys.

But in order to deter more people who are about to move, Situ Xing doesn't mind killing monkeys and chickens again!

Now it seems that the effect is still good.

Many people looked at Situ with awe in their eyes.

Many people put away the careful thoughts in their hearts.

Laugh at!

Laugh at!

Laugh at!

Without the storage of literary courage, a stream of literary qi like white steam instantly gushed out from the seven orifices and pores of the young scribe.

It looks like a milky white fountain.

The clouds and mist shrouded him, making his whole person look like a fairy.

But there was no trace of immortality on the young Confucian student's face, but was full of despair and unwillingness.

His eyes were blank and frustrated, and he stretched out his arms in vain, trying to catch Wen Qi.

However, it was all in vain.

His courage was shattered, and he never felt the existence of the literary spirit again. Not to mention the saving culture.

"Why is this happening?"

Looking at his broken literary gall and the literary qi gushing like a spring, the young scribe's face was ashen, and his eyes were full of despair.

"Reverse literati!"

"Everybody's got to blame!"

Situ Xing looked at the young scribe with a gray face and a look of despair in his eyes, without any pity in his eyes, and said extremely coldly.

Burst!

The young scribe looked at the grim-faced Situ with great resentment, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he actually passed out with blood.

"This!"

"This!"

"This!"

"Is the gall really broken?"

"It's too ruthless, ten years of hard work will be ruined!"

"This is a lifter!"

"Reverse literati, what a big hat!"

The faces of the onlookers were shocked. And the eyes that looked at Si Tu Xing were already full of fear.