The farewell people went back without hesitation, although they were forgiven by Confucius, but Gongliangru had a deep prejudice against Zigong and others, and on the next road he muttered at the place where he lived:

"Master, this is the second time that Zigong has left, does it really need to be like this? Why should the master be open-minded and tolerant again and again......"

Yan Hui, who knew Confucius best, interrupted his complaint: "Zizheng, the way of the master, but the word loyalty and forgiveness, the second and third sons still need to understand more." ”

"That's right, repay virtue with virtue, repay grievances with straightforwardness, that's all......" Kong Qiu replied as well, and he had a deeper consideration.

"With Zigong and Zihua doing things for the Zhao family, and with them insisting on benevolence and righteousness, the shogunate's governance in the Lu State will also retain a few bottom lines...... What's more, when you go abroad with me, have you ever thought about what to do with your family members who stay in the country of Lu? ”

The rain began to fall again, and Kong Qiu's gaze swept over the people beside the car, making many of the disciples feel guilty.

Most of them are married and have children, such as Zeng Dian, who has a son who is five or six years old. They didn't have much property, because they didn't want to serve in the shogunate, they didn't have a fixed income, and they had no savings. For the sake of the master and the ideal, shake his hand and leave, so that the old and the young family can make a living?

Zilu was the first to say: "I am a defender, I am alone in Lu, even if the master floats on the sea, I will follow!" ”

Yan Hui had already thought about it: "I have already discussed with my father, my father and son are both teachers and masters, and I divide the labor, my father takes care of the clansmen at home, and I follow the master to travel far away." Take care of the Master. ”

"My father and my brother are able to farm, and my mother can weave. When you don't starve to death......" The lacquer carving opened, Yuan Xian and other poor and white people were the most supportive of all the disciples of Confucius to follow the master and leave Lu together. At this time, he couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, but he gritted his teeth and said this ruthlessly.

Kong Qiu rebuked them: "Foolish! My parents are here, don't travel far, there must be a way to travel, I don't force you to wait to go back, but someone has to settle down at home! You may not have thought about these things, but as long as Zigong is in Lu, your family can be taken care of by him. What's more, my way will be done. life also; My way will be abolished, and my life will be also! No wonder anyone, everyone has their own aspirations, so don't criticize them anymore! ”

The disciples thought that they had only spit on Zigong and the others before, but they wiped their mouths and left, leaving their families to take care of Zigong, and they only felt that it was not a taste like eating a fly.

"That's what he should do!" However, there are also cheeky people who think so in their hearts, thinking that this is Zigong "atonement", and their hearts are much more balanced.

Confucius did not pay attention to his disciples who had their own thoughts. His mind swayed between not knowing the dangerous road ahead and his old home in the city.

Go, go, Zigong promised. Not only will he take care of his disciples' families, but he will also settle his wife and children.

This spring rain in March swept half of the country, and the sky of Qufu was covered with dark clouds as heavy as lead. With a terrifying thunder, in such a weather. Confucius began his destined journey......

……

It was also on this day that began, starting from the Shili Pavilion in the eastern suburbs of Qufu. No matter how Confucius tried to persuade him, there was inevitably a split among his disciples.

Ran Geng, Ran Yong, Min Ziqian, Gongliangru, Qi Diaokai, Yuan Xian and others followed Kong Qiu, and gradually, they hugged each other and called themselves "Junzi Confucian", or "followers of sages". These people are not diligent in their bodies, they do not distinguish between grains and grains, and they have no other merits except empty talk about how to practice benevolence and righteousness and cultivate virtue.

Zigong, Ran Qiu, Zai Yu, Fan Xu, Gongxi Chi, Gongzhi Chang and other people who remained in the Zhao Shogunate were scolded as "villain Confucians" by the "gentlemen and Confucians" and regarded as traitors who groveled to the power. But in fact, they have their own strengths, and they all contribute to reality, Zigong is a businessman, Ran seeks knowledge and soldiers, and Zai Yu is a politician, ranking among the top heroes of the Zhao family. Gongxi Chi interpreted the words on the oracle bones, recruited three generations of etiquette, and became a generation of ancient scholars, and the chief of the Gongzhi also raised a carrier pigeon for the Zhao family......

As for Fan Xu, it is even more remarkable, he separated from Confucianism and created a peasant faction, and after his death, he was enshrined at home by the Quanlu farmers, almost replacing Houji, and became synonymous with the god of agriculture......

In addition, Yan Hui, Zilu, Zeng Dian and their son Zeng Shen were in a different faction, and they regarded themselves as the orthodox successors of Confucius, and did not identify with the heretical "Junzi Confucian" who worshipped the idol of Confucius, nor did they recognize the "villain Confucian" who entered the court. Different from the "gentleman Confucian" who insisted on "saying but not doing", in fact, he could not write works at all, but could only talk about empty words, Yan's Confucianism and Zeng's Confucianism both had many monographs left behind, which were a window for future generations to peek into Confucius's thoughts.

This is the diversion of the "advanced disciples" of Confucius, and as for the later disciples, that is another story......

……

The rain was still sparse and sparse, as if it was endless, and pedestrians had long since taken refuge under the eaves.

However, on the tower of Guo Dongmen outside the city of Lucheng, several shogunate officials and sergeants wearing black official uniforms stood in the rain, letting the spring breeze and drizzle blow, their bodies were nailed to the ground like iron nails, motionless.

Guarded in the center, but cautiously keeping a distance, were two black umbrellas on the edge of the city wall.

The umbrella is a new thing that only appeared in this half a year, and it is rumored that this thing is mentioned casually by General Zhao, and the public loss class who is not more than thirteen years old will make an umbrella frame with hand-cut bamboo strips, and make an umbrella surface with lint paper painted with natural waterproof tung oil, and make this thing. Since then, in addition to the nobles who were accompanied by canopies, scholars and commoners were able to travel on rainy days with umbrellas. For a time, Lu had another special product that could be exported to Cao, Song and Jin, and moved to Qufu to make another contribution to the craftsman's workshop, and paper has changed from a simple consumer product to a reprocessable material.

Now, these two umbrellas, one big and the other small, have been standing quietly in the rain for a long time, and I don't know if they are giving them away or waiting for someone.

When Zigong and the others returned to Lucheng in the carriage of the pavilion, it was already afternoon, and Yan Yan, who was holding a small umbrella on the left, breathed a long sigh of relief.

"They finally came back, Fang Cai Zigong and the others followed after the chief, I thought it would be gone forever."

The other big umbrella was held by Mucha for Zhao Wuxian, and they waited for a while before going out from Confucius. When Zigong returned from keeping his promises, dozens of Confucian disciples were retained. Crazy, generally sacrifice their lives to follow each other.

But Zhao Wuxian was expressionless all the time, and only then did he smile and say, "I know." Zigong and Zichi, they won't fail me......"

Since his first acquaintance in Jin Guoren City, Zigong has been with him for almost five years, and in the past five years, Zhao Wuxian has spent a lot of effort to envelop this business wizard and diplomatic master. Pushing clothes and clothes, pushing food and eating is just a small meaning, more importantly, it is Zhao Wuxian who instills his own ideas in Zigong, who is not very interested in Lile, and shows him the possibility of realizing his ideals......

Most of the knowledge of Confucius was "contained in empty words", and he worked under the shogunate. But it is truly "the depth of action".

When everything falls into place, it depends on whether Zigong can step over that hurdle and make his own choice.

Fortunately, he did not disappoint Zhao Wuxian and returned with a group of bureaucrats.

Yan Yan admired it in his heart, but he also had doubts.

"The general dealt with Ji's, Meng's, and Shusun Sanhuan decisively, but what I don't understand is that in the face of unofficial positions. There are no soldiers, only a Confucius with an empty name, but the general seems very elegant and tolerant. That's why ......"

Zhao Wuxian laughed at himself, he also noticed that it was not just generous and elegant. It's just daunting. But I am afraid that anyone who returns to this era will face Confucius, who has had a great impact on the spiritual character of later generations of Chinese. There is always a little difference between treating him and treating others. It's like going back to the Peking University Library in the Republic of China. Seeing Taizu who was swept out of the house, who could take that young man seriously? Treat it normally?

In later generations, there were few people who revered Confucius, but there were many people who criticized and hated him, as if the sins of thousands of years were caused by this dead old man. And then those people themselves did not realize that the depths of their emotions full of anger and disdain were not caused by the influence of Confucius?

What's more, now, Confucius is just an opposition man who has lost power, and he can no longer pose any threat to him. He wanted to maintain the revival of the Zhou ceremony, but he didn't realize that he taught private learning, which led to the rise of scholars, and these scholars, they have active thoughts and the will to be the first, and they are precisely the people who buried the Zhou ceremony!

Perhaps Confucius didn't understand from the beginning that his mission was not to be self-denying, but to end this era in a special way!

The era of Zhou Gong and Bo Yu has been buried by history, the era of Lile has been destroyed by the nobles themselves, and the era of Confucius has not yet begun, and it was trampled by Zhao Wuxian and came to an abrupt end.

Confucius is a Yao belonging to the old era, and has no place in Zhao Wuxian's new pattern!

In the future, the Lu State is the era of the shogunate, the era of the Zhao family, and the era of scholars!

……

Zhao Wuxian sent away the past of the Lu State with his own eyes, but he still had to create the future of this old state. He didn't think about it anymore, waved his hand, and asked Mucha to send him down the city tower with an umbrella, he wasted most of his day here today, and there was still important things to do.

"If Zigong and the others don't return, what will the general do?" Yan Yan caught up and asked again.

Zhao Wuxian glanced at him and said lightly: "I'd rather be responsible for others than for others!" ”

There was already a small group of cavalry waiting in the rain on the eastern suburbs, if the few people Zhao Wuxian wanted to get were gone, they would not hesitate to surround Kong Men and his party, forcing them to come back, and those who resisted would be killed!

Using thunderbolt means to show the bodhisattva's heart, this is the principle that Zhao Wuxian has always done!

Yan Yan shuddered, and didn't dare to ask again, the power of this general Zhao was beyond the reach of even the prince of Wu. What he didn't know was that if it weren't for Zhao Wuxian's influence, he would have already fallen under Confucius, and he was also one of the disciples who traveled far away after the defeat of the Three Kingdoms.

Zhao Wuxian no longer frightened Yan Yan, whose fate and thoughts were very different from those in history, and he no longer looked at getting off the bus outside the city gate, and walked towards Zigong and his party, who could not bow to the east. His gaze swept over the castle tower, into the overlapping streets and alleys in the spring rain in the distance.

"Ziyou, that Wu Guo forging master, has you arrived?"

"It's here!"

Yan Yan has been in charge of this matter for the past few months, responsible for training the officials who are fluent in the Wu language, and acting as a translator for the swordsmith.

Although he was a native of Wu and had long been accustomed to Wu Yue customs, he didn't expect in advance that the sword forging master that Zhao Wuxian asked Xing Ao to secretly find in Wu was actually a woman with a carved face!

"It's good to arrive, she really has some ability, and in the past few months, Taoqiu's mining, iron smelting and other processes have advanced by leaps and bounds, I want to meet her in person and praise and encourage her."

Zhao Wuxian and the swordsmith were only in Shangqiu for a short time, and then let her go to Taoqiu. She didn't speak the Zhongxia language at the time, and her mouth was full of Wu Yue's spoken language, and when she introduced herself, Zhao Wuxian could only hear vague syllables.

She said her name was "Moye......

(To be continued.) )

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