If it weren't for the sake of the Confucian Holy Land, Xie Zhaozheng wouldn't have said this, but now he said thank you but was accused by an old Confucian student. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking at the old man's crane hair and childish face, there is a righteousness between his eyebrows, and there are calluses on the top of his index finger and thumb.

is old, good at writing, and loves to be clean, appearing in Songhai City, he must be the kind of hardcore Confucian who implements Confucian etiquette to his toes.

"The old man is polite, and he shouted loudly when he sincerely thanked him, for fear that the benevolent brother wouldn't hear it, why was it insincere?"

When you encounter this kind of person who drowns you with a big reason every minute, and you can't find the shortcomings of his personality, you must be careful and careful.

The old man said in his nose: "Receiving gratitude from others comes from the inner etiquette and shame." Thank you, it is you who have gratitude in your heart, and it has nothing to do with others; You thank you loudly and tell others everywhere, not that you are ungrateful in your heart, but how about covering it up. ”

"Eh", he was speechless when he was criticized for the first time, he really had no experience in dealing with this matter, Zhao Zheng simply took a step back, so as not to make the old man angry on the street, and his reputation would be completely stinky.

"Late students are taught, and Uncle Xie accuses."

"Well, this sentence is quite comfortable to hear, Gu Shanjun, who gave the Son of Heaven a headache, apologized, and the old man didn't live so old in vain." The old man shook three times, looked up to the sky and laughed and left.

Zhao Zheng raised his head bitterly, his reputation is so great that there are many side effects, and he can be recognized in Songhai City, which he has never been, and he sincerely asks for trouble with himself, so as to show himself.

"How dare you be presumptuous to my father-in-law."

At the same time, Wei Huo led people to surround the old man.

Zhao Zheng hurriedly looked around, the street under his feet was in the middle of nowhere, and it was not often walked, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Hurry up and put the knife away, how can you pull it out on an old man."

Zhao Zheng arched his hand, for fear that the old man would be angry and make a big fuss, so he apologized: "The old man is frightened, the young man is a little anxious, you should take care of it." ”

"Hahaha~~"

was ignored like this, if it weren't for the white-haired old man, Zhao Zheng wanted to draw a knife, how could he scare it.

The first time I crossed over, I was deflated, but I was still humiliated by an old Confucian student.

"Let's go to see the dock first, and then find an official post to stay, the Confucian scholars in Songhai are very powerful, you must remember not to conflict with it."

When Zhao Zheng said this, he was puzzled, and often said that Xiucai met Bing, and he couldn't explain it reasonably, but it seems that this is not the case, and the person who can't explain the reason with Bing must not be a good Xiucai.

Confucianism, which respected Zhou rites as the core, was not favored by the princes, so Confucius traveled around the world, and finally returned to his homeland to write books.

Time flies, Legalists are on the front line of governing the country, countries have changed their laws one after another, and the number of scholars studying the law has gradually increased. But gradually, the princes felt that it was not like that, and the Legalists were too insidious, changing the law to find loopholes in the national law and find trouble for the judiciary.

Maybe they wanted to point out the loopholes to show their talents, but the princes didn't think so, so Confucianism, which had been silent for many years, was brought to the table.

Seventy-two sages of Confucianism, no one is comparable in morality, and the respected monarch lets his ministers die, and the idea that the ministers are not dead and disloyal makes the princes' eyes shine.

Confucian disciples quickly conquered temples in various countries, and held insignificant but face-saving official positions such as sacrifice and education.

Today is the annual Confucian debate ceremony, inviting hundreds of scholars to discuss the way of heaven and man and seek the deepest philosophy of the universe.

The Confucian scholars who were officials in the court were looking forward to this day, and only on this day could they talk about doubting life for the Legalists who suppressed them in the court, and wept bitterly and lamented the past missteps.

On the first day of February, spring ploughing will be carried out in the future, and the date is very accurate.

Zhao Zheng followed the guests who rushed in, and when he walked to the door, he handed over the invitation card that Han Fei gave him.

The boy guarding the door was stunned, there was no restriction on the debate ceremony, anyone who came could enter, and only a few important guests had invitations. The person in front of him was ordinary, had no entourage, and didn't even have a policy in his hand, so he didn't look like a VIP no matter how he looked at it.

Zhao Zheng was a little impatient when he waited, especially since this boy kept staring at him, making him chrysanthemum tight, so he asked, "Is there a problem with the invitation?" ”

"No, it's just ......"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Zheng had already entered. The boy shook his head and continued to receive the guests, perhaps which hermit disciple would visit in place of the master.

"Hold on, you have to hold back." Zhao Zheng hid in the corner and muttered to himself with a deep breath. In the past few days, he has kept a low profile everywhere, in order not to meet people like Lao Confucian again, Wei Huo and other guards have not left the official post for a single step, and they have not even accompanied Zhao Zheng, because they don't want to expose their identity.

There were few guards wearing Tang knives in the whole world, especially Zhao Zheng, who had never attended such an occasion before. No wonder the old Confucian student could recognize it last time, more than a dozen Tang knives were hanging, and he could guess it with a brain.

Thinking that he would go up to "find abuse" for a while, Zhao Zheng almost burst into tears, reasoning with Confucianism, second only to reasoning with shrews.

"Forget it, bear with me for a while, and rest quietly for a while while your identity is not revealed."

Zhao Zheng is watching the scenery by himself, and there are several rockeries that are no less than the garden style of Suzhou.

Suddenly, a fat hand slapped on his shoulder, and Zhao Zheng could even feel the frequency of the flesh trembling on the person behind him.

"Brother Zhao, no, it's not called Gushanjun, why did you come to Xiaoshengxian Village now, but let me find it."

A friend full of meat, Zhao Zheng only knows Wei Dingshi, this Wei Guozi is also a disciple of Confucianism, but he eats Confucianism in his stomach on weekdays, and then returns it to the earth.

Zhao Zheng smiled bitterly and turned back, he must have been recognized now, Duanmuguo was really with Wei Dingshi, and there were Yan Lu and a short-bearded young man.

"Brother Han Fei heard that someone threw an invitation card at the door, so I came out with the two senior brothers to greet him, why didn't you bring a single guard." Duanmuguo asked suspiciously.

This question is even more bitter, Confucian disciples respect the king, and the difference between monarchs and ministers, Zhao Zheng openly helped the power minister Tian Dan to set up the king of Qi, and he has long become a rat crossing the street. When meeting with the Songhai County Commander, the attitude of the Confucian officials in the government office had already made it clear.

"Today's debate is not a war, and I believe there are no assassins, so I don't bring a guard."

In fact, he was afraid that he would be blamed by Confucian disciples if he was careless with his guards, and if he really broke out at that time, the consequences would be irreparable.

The short-bearded young man bowed and said, "Thank you Gushan Jun for your trust, Fu Nie is very grateful, there are disciples guarding the little sage village all around, and he will definitely not get into the villains." ”

Confucian elder brother, "benevolent" Fu Nie, stable in handling things, outstanding morality, five years ago took over the position of the master of the uncle Xun Zhuang, the second person in Confucianism.

Confucianism is unique, three people rushed to greet him, it is strange that he is not the focus, Zhao Zheng had to generously show his identity and enter the venue to sit.

From the inside to the outside, it is lowered one by one, and there is a gazebo in the middle, with a table and tea, and it is obvious that the VIP can sit down.

The rest of the guests and disciples were not distinguished by dignity and inferiority, and the elders and young were lined up in an orderly manner, sitting around the pavilion, like stars and moons.

When he was young, Han Fei appeared, followed by a boy in a green shirt, who was Zhang Liang.

The five unique Confucian sects appeared, and there was a small commotion in the venue, but fortunately there were no women present, otherwise there would be cheers, and Zhao Zheng would have the illusion of a concert.

"Just now I was chatting with people outside, and I found that Gushanjun has become the target of everyone, and I shouldn't force Gushanjun to participate, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Han Fei apologized, but there was a smile on his face.

Seeing this, Fune reprimanded: "Gentleman Huaide, often think about being unfair to others, because the junior brother invited Gushan Jun is already displeased, how can he be ridiculed, and he is not quick to apologize." ”

Han Fei stopped dumbly, he was so witty, joking with others, knowing that Zhao Zheng was not a small-bellied chicken intestine, so he laughed. But the senior brother had a word, he didn't dare to disobey, and hurriedly bowed down to apologize.

"Okay, please sit down, and I'll sit with all the junior brothers."

Every move of Fune was in line with Zhou etiquette, and Zhao Zheng was treated with the courtesy of a viscount and a small prince.

Sitting openly on the pavilion, there was an uproar below, such disrespectful etiquette, and the poor soldiers were not qualified to participate in the ceremony.

"Oh, isn't Gushan Jun a guest of Master Tian, why did he deign to come to my Confucian Little Sage Village?" It's a light tone.

The other is estimated to be a child of the royal family, and scolded sharply: "Hongru talks about the holy land of moral education, you ignorant martial artist leave quickly, so as not to bring humiliation on yourself." ”

Accusing him in person, Zhao was angry. Fune was about to stop the disciple, but was gently stopped by Zhang Liang, and if he didn't force it, how could the world-famous Gushan Jun show his true talent.

Zhao Zheng was really enraged, and flicked the sleeves of his robe and said with a smile: "Hongru, Wufu, please forgive me for speaking out, and it is definitely not aimed at anyone, and the realm is throwing you down the street." ”