Kong Qiu waved his wide sleeves, as if to drive away his beloved disciples: "Go, go and complete your mission, don't insult the king's order, go against your words and deeds!" ”

"Farewell, Master!" Zigong was stunned for a moment, bowed his head, and began to walk slowly outside.

The civil war of the Song State had reached the stage of decisive battle, and every grain of grain could determine the victory or defeat, and some grain purchased from Qufu was not shipped back. And this time to persuade Qufu to give up pressure on Xilu and use force has also failed, this news must be known to the lord as soon as possible.

Zigong knew that the closer he was to the lord, the farther away he would be from his master, but he didn't stop, even though his eyes behind him were actually so burning and reluctant.

Jun Ming, Shi En, I don't know where to start, Zigong has always had a choice in his heart.

Or when he first arrived in Chengxiang, he saw that Zhao Wuxian had managed it in an orderly manner, and said to him, "You know etiquette when you are full, and you know honor and disgrace when you have enough food and clothing". Or when Zhao Wuxian remembered his ambition to be a pedestrian, borrowed the "Book of Absolute Qin", and presented it with both hands. Or when Zhao Wuxian came to the country of Lu and turned Xilu into a rich and powerful land. Perhaps relying on the support of Zhao Wuxian, Zigong became one of the top businessmen among Cao and Lu, and won unprecedented respect and admiration......

Like porcelain beaten by a copper hammer, some of the master's teachings began to waver in Zigong's heart.

But unexpectedly, but reasonably, his master, whose reverence is like a seaman looking at the sea, and who has never let him down, shows him the way.

The voice behind him was as loud as the previous lectures: "I saw Ziyou, Zihua, and Zichi." Don't forget to tell them what it means to be a soldier! ”

Zigong was stunned. He turned back and bowed three times on the water-stained que.

"Yui! Don't dare to forget! ”

Unconsciously, tears fell from Duanmu Ci's eyes. Mixed with the rain.

He then got up, wiped the tears from his face, and walked into the rain without looking back......

……

When people walked, the wine was cold, and only Confucius was left sideways, watching the wind and rain outside silently.

I don't know how long it took, but when it was getting dark, footsteps finally sounded behind me again.

There was cowardice in the hesitation, and he was a little overwhelmed in the face of his silent father. This is his son, Kong Li.

Kong Qiu didn't look back, and asked, "Do you want to learn "Poetry" today?" ”

The footsteps stopped, and Kong Li said sneeringly: "Learned." ”

"Good, if you don't learn poetry, you can't speak, do you want to learn "Rites"?"

Kong Li's raised foot was respectfully put back again: "I also learned." ”

"It's good, if you don't learn "Rites", you can't stand."

Confucius didn't turn back until he finished speaking. Looking at his unattractive son, compared to those disciples of geniuses, Kong Li is too ordinary, so ordinary that he can't inherit his mantle. But as the closest person around him, there are some things that just let him arrange the arrangement.

"Have you settled in your home?"

Kong Li replied with a straight look: "Mother and Ah Mei have been sent back to Shenyi, and the mansion given by the monarch has also been cleaned. According to his father's instructions, the bamboo slips and paper rolls were put aside. The utensils and money are placed on the other side. ”

Kong Qiu nodded: "Good, those money silks can be left to you." Later, it will be transported to Shenyi, and with that little food field, it should be enough to feed the whole family. But those slips, those transcribed scrolls, I want to leave to my disciples......"

"Father!" Kong Li suddenly knelt down, his face full of puzzlement: "Father forgive me, I heard part of the conversation between you and Zigong just now, why don't you let Zigong persuade Zhao Xiaosikou?" Or let him stay, Zigong is a pedestrian, and he knows the depth of the other party, in that case, what his father wants to do will have a better chance of winning......"

"Shut up!" Kong Qiu's face was gloomy, "As the last lesson of the teacher, I actually want to teach Zigong to be disloyal or not?" ”

If Zhao Xiaosikou was a tyrannical ruler, Confucius might have asked his disciples to come back, but no, on the contrary, he was the wisest and most loving lord Confucius had ever met, so he couldn't even assert that Zhao Wuxian was wrong, and he was completely right.

Obsession, only the forty-year-long obsession in his heart is driving him to continue to move forward, instead of giving up like Zai Yu persuaded him. But even if he could kill Shao Zhengmao, no matter what, Confucius could not do it, and overturned his teachings to his disciples one by one, just for a moment of political strife and interests......

"But in that case, my father wouldn't have to let me do those things like a scattered inheritance!" Kong Li's head was loud, only he understood that his father was holding the decision to die to do the fall of the four capitals! Is it really worth it?

Told the central matter by his son, Kong Qiu's raised hand hung down weakly, sighed, looked up at the gradually clearing sky and said: "On the night of Shaozhengmao's death, I dreamed of your grandfather......

……

"Your grandfather was over sixty years old when I was born, and by the time I can remember, he was dead, so I only have some memories of him as a baby, but last night, I dreamed of him."

Kong Lili was stunned for a while, not knowing what his father said about this.

Confucius smiled, he was a good teacher to his disciples, but a strict father to his son, and there were few such warm moments: "I vaguely remember that my father looked like a giant pillar of optimus, and his hands were so strong, that he liked to throw me into the air, and I was like flying." During this time, we kept laughing, laughing, laughing breathlessly, laughing so much that tears flowed down our eyes, and it made him even happier. I was not afraid at all, I knew that my father would always catch me, and he would never miss it. Even when you've been sick for a long time......"

"It wasn't until after I made the crown that I learned more about my father's deeds, sixty years ago, the Jin people gathered the princes to besiege the city gate and broke the city gate, but the people of the city suddenly lowered the gate. At this critical juncture, my father stepped forward, and his hands that threw me into the air actually supported the floodgates that weighed a thousand pounds, allowing the soldiers who were almost trapped in it to exit, and made a great achievement. Afterwards, Meng Xianzi praised him and said: Shuliang Su, you are the one who is 'as powerful as a tiger' as mentioned in the "poem"! ”

"I have five out of ten, and I am determined to learn; Thirty and standing; Forty without confusion; Fifty knows the destiny of heaven. Now, when I was born as tall as my father, and when he was 'as strong as a tiger', why am I not holding a mountain with my arms held high? ”

Kong Qiu got up and helped up his son, who was listening silently: "I don't have any excessive pursuits in my life, but I like to do things like to do beans since I was a child, and I like the depressed Zhou Li, and I often dream that Zhou Gong is teaching me." Now the princes are striving for, the world has been collapsing for a long time, Zhou Li is like a mountain collapsing, I am not talented, but I want to support him with my own strength, just like my father held up the gate of Yangyang back then. If I give up easily, Zhou Li will really be over, and China will really be rude, or like Xia Li and Yin Li, even Qi and Song can not be recruited, and they will all be scattered to the land of Siyi......"

"I don't know if my father thought about it when he did it, what if he couldn't hold on? What if an enemy army in the city shoots arrows at him? But I wondered what I would do if I couldn't bear the burden of reviving the weekly rites. At most, it's just a death, but even if I can't survive, I can't affect all the disciples, especially Zigong, Ziyou, Zihua, and Zichi, who were reused by Zhao Xiaosikou. The form of ritual music may decay and die, but I have already taught them the heart of ritual music, how can it not be affected after so many years of subtle change? In their hands, even if they can't completely revive the Zhou rites, they can still retain some of the ......."

"What's more, Zigong is the disciple who respects me the most, after a hundred years, as long as he is there, I will definitely let your mother have a place to live, and I can also find a good home for your sister, this is a hard work for my father."

Kong Li was stunned when he heard it, it turned out that his father had such a deep meaning and such determination, he choked in his throat, and he couldn't speak for a while.

And after Kong Qiu spit out his thoughts, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then a trace of perseverance flashed in his eyes.

"The fall of the four capitals is imperative, and if I fail, I am ready to die. Just like Bo Yi and Shu Qi went on a hunger strike for Yin Shang and starved to death in Shouyang Mountain, I will also go with Zhou Li and be a martyr, no matter whether the people of the world can understand it or not, I was born for this and should die for it. ”

He had to be angry: "Zhao Xiaosikou, since you can't be a friend who forgets your year, then the old man can only be your enemy!" Success or failure is in this move, if you don't succeed, you will become benevolent! (To be continued.) )