"Your name is Fu Dingchen. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoI know, sit down. Yin Fu beckoned Fu Dingchen, who was ventilating alone, to sit down, and then said, "Go on." ”

Fu Dingchen sat down unwillingly, and the others continued to be paralyzed, and everyone felt that this young master did not behave and speak like a normal person.

After waiting for a long time, someone stood up, and Yin Fusheng saw that it was the representative of the Xiangwu faction the day before.

"My name is Fang Dahong." said that Fang Dahong returned to his seat.

With this beginning, the scholars signed up one by one.

"My name is Xue Zongzhou."

"My name is Wang Rujin."

……

It's finally over, as long as you give a lecture for a while, see if I don't make it difficult for you.

Fu Dingchen secretly clenched his fists, and was fully prepared to embarrass Yin.

After Yin Fusheng wrote down the names of the students, he read them one by one, and then got up and said, "Before the class, I would like to ask you, what are you studying for?" ”

"People in the world are really officials when they read. Of course, it is for the sake of being on the list, entering the dynasty as an official, and glorifying the lintel. Youshu replied confidently.

"Then what is the purpose of being an official? Is it just for the glorious lintel? Yin Fusheng continued.

"Be an official, but be practical; For one term of office, for the benefit of one party. Of course, the purpose of being an official is to serve the country and the people. Xue Zongzhou said generously.

Fu Dingchen thought for a while and said: "Scholars must be scholars, but scholars are not necessarily scholars." Dingchen aims to be in the four directions, not the temple. Reading is just for self-cultivation. ”

Hearing this, Yin Fusheng nodded. "Well, insightful." Then, he looked at Fang Dahong, "What about you?" ”

Fang Dahong said: "I studied to take the martial arts test. ”

This sentence is really thunderous, and it shocked me to sit down.

The martial arts examination of the Ming Dynasty paid attention to the theory of strategy first, and then the bow horse. Those who fail to succeed in the strategy are not allowed to take the bow horse. Therefore, the martial artists at that time had to be half literati.

Hearing this, Yin Fusheng nodded and said with a smile: "No matter what you are studying for, you must have a good body after all." What Dahong said yesterday is not unreasonable, why do literati and Confucian scholars always leave people with the impression that they are powerless? DID YOU KNOW? ”

There was a lot of discussion in the hall, and they didn't know what the young master was selling.

"Ten years of cold windows, day and night, caused by the loss of mind." Wang Rujin Dao.

"Yes, yes." Many nodded in agreement.

Yin Fusheng shook his head, "Definitely." ”

"Why is that?"

"It's because you don't have much movement in your limbs. The body is less active, the muscles and bones are not healthy, and the veins are not connected, how can there be a reason not to get sick and suffer? ”

As soon as Yin Fusheng's voice fell, Fang Dahong slapped his thigh, "Well said!" ”

Everyone shuddered, and Fang Dahong sneered: "The master said a word, they should just move." ”

Some of the scholars were not convinced, and they all pouted and looked sideways. "The master doesn't hear it, sweat is not literati, and literati don't sweat?"

Yin Fusheng was surprised, he had never heard such perverted remarks, as if it was as incomprehensible as hearing the sentence, "A woman is virtuous if she is not talented".

Yin Fusheng was stunned and wondered: "Then, how should you spend the summer heat?" ”

"Uh......" The scholar was dumbfounded.

"Poof!" Others couldn't help but laugh.

This is a metaphor, who told you to listen to it seriously? It's more serious.

Yin Fusheng got up and walked towards the courtyard, and said slowly: "I have been apprenticed to the mountains since I was a child, and I often sweat profusely, but I feel refreshed. Now that I am in good health, what's wrong with that? ”

There were already scholars in the hall who were dissatisfied with Yin Fusheng, so they said-for-tat: "Then, dare to ask what kind of fame Mr. is now?" ”

Although these people were impressed by Yin Fusheng's remarks the day before yesterday, asking the literati to sweat and telling them not to be "weak" scholars anymore seemed to have moved their roots and touched the bottom line, so some people broke out in silence.

These people expected that this gentleman was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he would not be able to show off his talents. came to teach in the academy, there must be no one sent from above, and he was recruited to fill the number. Anyway, I'm already going to tear my face, give you a slap on the head, and let you cover your wounds and go home crying.

Unexpectedly, Yin Fusheng slowly came to the door, turned around and said indifferently: "No, it's just a matter of solving the yuan." ”

It's not a showman, it's actually a lifter, it's not a lifter, it's still a solution.

This face is not subtle at all.

The school suddenly exploded like a frying pan, and the voices of discussion and exclamation came and went.

"Since you are my student and in my school, you must follow my rules. Wake up every morning to stretch your muscles, anyone must finish! Yin Fusheng said and stepped out of the door, "If you don't want to, you can leave now." ”

The commotion in the hall stopped abruptly, and after a moment of silence, someone left.

"Isn't that new?" After seeing a few people, Yin Fu said: "Okay, the rest will be discharged from the hospital and stretch out." ”

Although the scholars knew Yin Fusheng's plan, they were still a little uncomfortable when they heard this order at first glance. Except for Fang Dahong and a few of his friends, who strode out of the hospital, the rest of them were like big girls getting on a sedan chair, and they gathered in the courtyard for half a day.

"Hey! Master is doing this for our own good. There's nothing to twist. Come, do as I do! Fang Dahong said that he was going to practice martial arts.

"Put away your stride!" Yin Fu said with a straight face: "I have another way. As he spoke, he pulled the placket of his robe into the waistband of his trousers, and then leaned over in a push-up position. Learn from me. ”

What kind of weird action is this?

The scholars all looked at Yin Fusheng with strange eyes.

"This, this ......" Several older scholars couldn't help frowning when they saw this posture. What an indecency! ”

"If anyone wants to leave, they can leave now." Yin replied.

Subsequently, several more people left.

At this time, in the Sanli Academy, only Fang Dahong and his scholars remained, and some poor children, who had already been inspired to take root in the academy after hearing Yin Fusheng's words, whether rich or poor, and treating everyone equally.

"Hey, Dingchen, can we go?" A few younger scholars gathered together to discuss.

Fu Dingchen pursed his lips, "Don't go!" Why should we go? If you want to go, he will go! ”

"Yes, yes, if you want to go, he will go!"

……

Even if the people who stayed behind were reluctant, they also leaned down with Yin Fusheng, learned to behave, and posed.

Yin Fusheng saw that everyone was lying down, and he made a demonstration by himself, and stood up. Break off a branch from a large willow tree in the yard. Then, chant the essentials of the movement.

"Keep your toes and palms on the ground, your arms straight, head to toe, and your back straight. Then, bend your elbows and bring your chest down, close to the ground. I can't ...... my belly to the ground. Don't pout, thighs, and keep your back straight. ”

Syllable!

The branch slapped hard on Fang Dahong's fart, strand, "Say you, don't pout, stock!" ”

(To be continued)