With this kind of thought, the master and apprentice drove across the avenue and went out of the inner city, but the familiar old scene of Waiguo was not inferior at all.

"Master......" Zilu looked at the banner of the wine shop where he had brought his brothers to drink, and turned around and asked, "Is it true that Zigong and Zi have them?" ”

"No need...... Kong Qiu replied softly, and then turned his gaze to the old locust tree.

In the past, when the rooster crows in the early morning, he will take his disciples to set up an altar under the big locust tree to give lectures, and the people will watch from the sidelines, a few people with the intention of going to school, and most people just watch the excitement.

"Jonny is here again." They will laugh and joke. "Do you want to be polite or benevolent today?"

Confucius just smiled and did not speak, and continued his preaching. After more than ten years, those who once looked down on Confucius's identity and despised his ability became their fathers, but they all respectfully sent their children to Confucius's door, offered their shackles, and then instructed their descendants to say:

"Study hard with the master!"

Although Shao Zhengmao lectured, he only accepted the children of the doctor's family and the sergeant, but Kong Qiu was instructive. In fact, there were only a few children of the doctors who asked him, but it was those poor Li Shu who had bright eyes, listened seriously, and soon worked hard, and gathered all the bundles to study.

Ran Yong, Yan Hui and others are among the best.

Most of his disciples came from poor backgrounds, some were farmers who cultivated the land, some were merchants and peddlers, some were unemployed vagrants living in the alleys, and some were young men who were happy to take revenge. Regardless of status, regardless of family background, they entered their door. They are all equal disciples!

Whatever he teaches his son, he will teach his disciples. They are equivalent to half of Confucius's sons and are his successors.

However, this time the trip was far away. Kong Qiu only planned to take Zilu and Yan Hui with him, and the rest of the disciples were not notified.

They have their careers, and many of them go to school not to pursue the true meaning of propriety and benevolence, but to seek success. Confucius likes the beauty of adults and does not want the evil of adults, so why force his disciples to choose between the teacher and the lord?

With this kind of thought, Kong Qiu finally arrived at the east gate of Waiguo.

The gate of Waiguo had already been opened, and after verifying the talisman, the carriage slowly drove out. Yuji, who was guarding the door, seemed to know Kongqiu, and looked at him with wide eyes, not knowing what to do.

A drop of cold water fell onto Yan Hui's uncrowned bun, on Zilu's sword-holding hand, and on Kong Qiu's slightly raised face.

"It's raining ......"

The rain fell sparsely, and although the three masters and apprentices wore hats, they were still a little embarrassed, they were like three lost dogs and chickens that had been driven away from the eaves.

Kongqiu's heart was full of gloom.

Loser. I'm a loser...... He could hear a thunderous sigh in his heart.

As a minister, he failed to help the two generations of Lu Jun revitalize the national government, but he naively handled political affairs, and finally gave the thief an opportunity to take advantage of. Be a husband. He has been running around for half his life, and he has not been able to let his wife live a life of fine clothes and food, but he heard the sound of a machine in the house. But I didn't hear the old wife complain for more than half a sentence. As a father, he didn't have a good time with his children. The son got married, although he was not good at school. But guarding a few acres of Shitian, he can finally feed his family and maintain the bloodline of the Kong family. It's just that her daughter has reached the age of marriage, but she hasn't had time to find a good family for her......

Narrowing down the requirements to himself, he began to practice penance at the age of fifteen, and spent another thirty years searching, but in the end he achieved nothing. In the end, I had no choice but to travel far away, but no one sent me off......

Pathetic, really pathetic!

However, when the carriage drove through the city gate hole, a faint cry suddenly remembered behind him.

"Master's ......"

Zilu Yanhui didn't hear it, and Kong Qiu didn't look back, this was an auditory hallucination, this was a continuous memory from the past, from the disciples' body and shape, from his tireless teachings.

"Master." The sound was a little clearer, accompanied by a series of footsteps stamping on the rain.

Not auditory hallucinations.

The carriage stopped, and Confucius's broad shoulders, wet from the rain, shook slightly.

Countless pairs of knees knelt in unison on the dirty road outside the city gates, accompanied by a cry of all their might.

"Master!"

As soon as he turned around, dozens of people were on the ground, they were the disciples of Confucius, his successors.

Confucius smiled behind his tendrils, smiling so much that he disregarded etiquette and showed his teeth.

Yes, I'm a failure, but perhaps, as a teacher, I can't do it myself......

……

"Master, the disciples are here!" A group of disciples rushed forward one after another.

Kong Qiu's eyes looked at Zeng Dian at the back of the crowd, he let his body get wet with the rain, but he only cared about holding Qin Se in his arms for fear that it would get wet, and he loved it more than his own son. This oldest disciple was open-minded and uninhibited, but he was the most well-informed, and it must be him who learned that he was leaving and informed his disciples of the matter.

Under his disciples, there are dozens of people who have been professionally connected, and they are all people with extraordinary abilities. Half of them were concentrated in Qufu, whether they were in the Zhao Shogunate, or like Kong Qiu and Zilu, they remained white after Zhao Wuxian became the master of Qufu, and they all came.

Those disciples who took up positions in the shogunate were headed by Zigong, who was in charge of the two important tasks of Lu diplomacy and cargo colonization, and Zigong learned that his master was leaving, like a bolt from the blue.

He was originally a businessman who defended the country, and he may have been limited to business on the trade road all his life, but once he passed through Qufu, he was deeply attracted by Confucius's lectures. The Master taught him that even if he was humble, he still had to be a proud soldier, and even if he was in the company of peddlers, he still had to have a motivated heart. His ambition began to sprout, and without the inspiration of his master, he would not be where he is today.

Zigong felt guilty, so he took the first step over and bowed: "Master, please don't go!" ”

"I, I go to ask the general to recruit the master and respect him as the elder of the country! Listen to national politics! I hope the master doesn't leave! Gong Xihua also kept wiping his face with his wide sleeves, not knowing whether he was wiping his tears or the rain.

His family was also a poor country man, and when he was young, he was accepted as a disciple by his master because of his relatives Ran Qiu. Since then, we have embarked on a broad road. The master taught him the rites and music and the affairs of the temple without reservation. In the eyes of Gong Xichi, who left home early, Master. Just like my own father!

"Must...... He didn't want his master to leave. "Fan Xu is a simple farmer's son, who only loves farming and growing vegetables, because he is wooden and not smart enough, he always seems vulgar and childish when he asks questions, and is not appreciated by his master. But in the eyes of the honest Fan Su, the master is a strict teacher, and he is not good enough.

He relied on the literacy he had learned, the hyphenation he had learned, and the farming techniques he had been working hard to cultivate. became Zhao Wuxian's persuading farmer, and now he has become a big farmer, in charge of the spring plowing and autumn harvest of Lu State. His status is not high, his power is not great, but he cries like a child, his hands and knees are in the muddy water, he stops in front of the wheels, and refuses to get up for anything.

Confucius looked at the earnest gaze of the disciples, every disciple. They all have a story and a bond with him. They loved him as much as he loved them.

He was moved, but shook his head with a smile. got out of the car and helped the disciples up one by one: "Ci, Chi, Su, don't persuade anymore, even if you stay." It can only be used as an ornament for worship in the temple, and I have to go. ”

Seeing that the master insisted on leaving. Chen Guoren, who ran out of the house in single clothes, gritted his teeth and glanced at Zigong, Gong Xihua, Fan Xu and others with some complaints.

"It's all to blame Zhao Wuxian!"

……

"It's all Zhao Wuxian's fault! He was the one who forced the Master away! Gongliangru said angrily.

That's right. It's all to blame Zhao Wuxian!

Many disciples who have not been outstanding, such as Min Ziqian, Ran Geng, Ran Yong, etc., also think so. If the policy of falling to the four capitals can be implemented smoothly, then the Lu State will be able to get rid of the past of the dictatorship of the prince, and under the guidance of the master, with the assistance of a group of brothers and sisters, the next step will be to the great governance.

In this way, the Master's ideal of reviving the Zhou Rite will be realized!

In this way, the country of Lu can change and become a Tao!

It's a pity that all this was ruined by Zhao Wuxian's lackluster sound by Jishui. He seized the fruits of victory by force, stole the national politics of the Qufu court, and let the party members spread all over the Lu country, what shogunate, what generals, what county system, all of them were used to blackmail the monarch to make the Lu country, and the etiquette collapsed!

The Master's way is not good, but don't you blame him, blame you people who don't distinguish between good and bad, and help and abuse?

They didn't say it to their faces, but their eyes full of condemnation were like knives, stabbing at Zigong and the others, even the chief of the public who was forced to leave the office.

"Thou shalt wait for a recess, and thou shalt resent the resentment of others......

Kong Qiu said: "Zigong and others are not wrong, even Zhao Xiaojunzi, there is nothing wrong with standing in his point of view. It can even be said that he has done his best to my generation and saved me in front of the fierce blade of Gongshan. After he became the new ruler, he did not slack off in the slightest, and on the day of the sacrifice, he also sent a piece of fine sacrificial meat......"

He set his eyes on the chief of public governance who had been imprisoned: "The murder case of Zichang was an opportunity to humiliate me and completely knock me down, but General Zhao didn't do it, how elegant, how generous......"

Kong Qiu knew best that Zhao Wuxian's attitude towards him was neither to rush nor to stay.

"The reason why I want to go is because I can't do it, I can only float on the sea. This was the case when I left Lu for the first time, and it was the same when I resigned from Qihou Shitian, and now I left Lu City again. But I will not resent General Zhao personally, and you will not blame the disciples who have become prominent in the shogunate! ”

With that, Confucius pedaled again, letting Yan Hui continue to drive away.

All the disciples have once again retained the head, but once he was innocent of punishment and disabled, the humble lacquer carving was unable to kneel because of his leg disease, and with the support of Yuan Xian, he suddenly appealed loudly: "Since the master does not want to stay, then we can just follow!" ”

……

A word woke up the person in the dream, and the disciples immediately felt that it was a good idea, and they echoed it one after another.

Confucius was relieved for a while but helpless, "You and others are all talented and can find good errands in the shogunate, but if you follow me, you have to abandon your wife and leave your hometown......"

What he knows, he knows very well, there is no smooth road ahead, there is no rich life, only the wilderness.

"Why bother, you will regret it......"

"No, never!" Zeng Dian puffed up in the rain and walked forward, he also had a young son and a family living in Nanbu Castle.

"The Master is the form, the disciple is the shadow, I am willing to follow the Master, as for regret? Seek benevolence, what is the complaint!? ”

Yuan Xian, who has always been poor but looks down on the rich and noble, also said loudly: "That's right, since Lu Guo can't tolerate a quiet case, the world is so big, is it a country that is rich and unkind?" If you want to go, let's just go together! ”

"Ziruo and Zisi (the words of the original constitution, not the grandson of Confucius), and Zihui are right, where is the master, where is our class, and where is the hope of etiquette!" Gongliang rose up angrily and quickly followed Kongqiu's carriage.

"I'll go!"

"I'll go with me!"

The military guards guarding the city gate looked at the scene in front of them in surprise, a group of Confucian disciples who originally seemed to have come to save and see them off, but one by one they were going to travel away together? They are thinly dressed, they don't have bags, and some of them even run out without shoes, so they can go on the road on this rainy day? It's insane!

That's right, it's crazy, the disciples of Confucius fell into a kind of persecuted delusional madness, they surrounded Confucius, cart of carts, Qingdao of Qingdao, and the threesome suddenly turned into a group outing of teachers and students.

These disciples...... Confucius could only bow to them in the car.

He stopped talking, otherwise, I am afraid that he would choke up......

Gongliang Ru, lacquer carving, Yuan Xian and others happily gathered around the carriage, laughing with Zilu, after making a choice, the clouds above their heads seemed to dissipate, but then, they looked coldly at Zigong, Gongxihua, Zai Yu, Fan Xu and others who were a little hesitant.

"Do you want to follow the master, or do you want to stay here and be Zhao Wuxian's eagle dog?"

(To be continued.) )