Today, it is a special day, that is, the festival of the little pot friends, and it is also the birthday of the book for two months, 4.1 to 6.1, after two months, the collection can be broken thousands today, which can be described as miserable, but it is still exciting to sleep well for a night, and this is the psychological quality. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Actually, thank you very much, although the book review area is not very active, but watching the collection, recommendation is difficult to increase at a rapid rate, my heart is full of gratitude, thank you for liking my article, grateful for your company along the way.

Take a bow.

PS: Body. (Hey, it seems that something is wrong, weird?.? ）

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The Master's steps were heavy, for there was a huge burden on his back, which forced him to bend over and move with great difficulty.

The burden is the real burden, not the spiritual appeal of the so-called grand plan of opening a reader, but he really carried a frighteningly large bookshelf, on which was his half-height bedding and the same volume of books, these weights were almost unbearable for the old man who had not mentioned things for a long time, but he still carried these things, from the academy to the thousand households, and then to the prison cell.

I never let go, and I never stopped for a while.

With a "squeak", the heavy cell door was opened by the jailer, and then he respectfully wanted to pick up the heavy object on his master's back, but was politely let go by the other party.

Zhu Ding pretended to be weak, with his pale face that had been modified by the disguise master, as if he was about to die, he raised his head slightly, looked at the master and nodded gently to the jailer, walked into the cell, put down the mountain of luggage behind him, closed the cell door with his own hands, and stretched out his old arm to lock it.

"Old fellow, is this going to persuade me to be brave and righteous without shame?" Zhu Ding thought so in his heart.

When the old master saw Zhu Ding's tragic situation, his brows frowned, ignoring the steaming heat on his head, and he didn't wipe the sweat rolling down his emaciated cheeks, but asked a little angrily: "Did they torture you?" ”

After a pause, his eyes darkened, and he said again: "In the afternoon, I have to teach, so I came a little late, and I made you feel wronged, I'm sorry." ”

After saying that, he bowed slightly to Zhu Ding.

Zhu Ding hurriedly wanted to move his body to let go of the master's salute, but not only did he not need to move much distance, but he also affected the injuries on his body, and involuntarily let out a muffled snort.

Of course, these are all pretended, and he won't let himself eat skin and flesh and suffer in order to act in a scene, for this reason, he narcissistically gave 100,000 likes to his acting skills.

"Is this to know that I am 'courteous' first, and I am about to move the rhythm of love? Let me be righteous without hesitation, and also come up with something substantial, readers love to play this set of fiction. Zhu Ding's heart once again guessed the master's purpose, of course, no matter how substantial there is, he will not put his life into it.

The master sighed with pity, and said no more, took out the futon from the shelf on his back and laid it out, carefully and carefully picked up Zhu Ding, and put him into the mattress with difficulty and gently, in this process, Zhu Ding once again unconsciously let out a muffled snort, this time it was not pretended, the master's arms were too thin, but the bones were very hard, and his neck hurt.

The master put Zhu Ding very carefully, and it can be seen that he really tried his best to avoid touching Zhu Ding's body, not because he was disgusted or something, but he didn't want to scratch the wound and increase Zhu Ding's pain.

However, Zhu Ding could see that the master had probably never done such a gentle thing in his life, and his wrinkled hands, even through his clothes, still hung Zhu Ding's skin tingling.

After doing all this, the master seemed to be very tired, even more tired than he had carried his heavy luggage all the way to the prison of the Forbidden Brocade Guard, so that he fell into a long breathing period.

After taking a long breath, he lit an oil lamp on the top of the already empty bookshelf and lit up the cramped and dark cell.

"You have an injury, you don't need to practice calligraphy today, but after the injury is healed, you have to be diligent, your bad words will ruin your future."

Today, we will first make up for the homework you have left behind these days, and I think your old and unserious grandfather will not force you to read your books, he dotes on you too much.

Before that, the old man asked a digression, what happened today, do you see it? ”

Zhu Ding hesitated for a long time, and finally saw the anticipation and blazing in the old man's eyes, and nodded slightly.

The master smiled and never mentioned this matter again, opened the book in his hand, and really read it as if he were in class.

Zi said: Faith is close to righteousness, and words can be repeated. Respect is close to courtesy, far from shame. Because he does not lose his relatives, he can also be a sect. ”

His voice instantly spread far away in the Jinyiwei prison, as if a wisp of ink fragrance accompanied his voice, spreading all over the place, so that far away from this cell, the wails of the prisoners in another corner were gradually impressed by the sound of recitation, and they could only listen quietly.

After reciting, the master would carefully expound the meaning of the scriptures, and would also add his own understanding of life research, citing the scriptures, often a sentence of the discourse, he would talk about the time of a stick of incense, and at night, he would not even drink a sip of water.

The old master spoke very carefully, those scriptures he understood, which he would never mention in class, not self-cherishing, but the unwritten rules among generations of Confucianism, their research results in the scriptures will only be passed on to their real students, not to seek students to carry forward, but to ask one or two students to be able to break their authority, stand higher on their basis, and even find mistakes and omissions to criticize.

At the age and status of Sun Fuzi, the Confucian scholars no longer hold the so-called sacred scriptures to worship, and they read too many doubts in the classics left by these former sages, although they did not dare to criticize, but began to question and ponder, and began to believe more and more in Mencius's sentence "It is better to believe in the book than to have no book".

There is no classic, it can be eternal. Holding the writings of predecessors and respecting them as the truth, they can only become more and more pedantic, and can only be called reading, not learning.

Master Sun is a scholar and is qualified to do learning, so his understanding of the scriptures mentioned by Zhu Ding is more about questioning, thinking about the connection with the present world, and real preaching.

If you are not a child of the house, you will not pass on the avenue!

How could this traditional Zhu Ding not know that the stubbornness of those who were really scholars for thousands of years has not changed at all, but has intensified, and their stubbornness is so deep that the concentration of imperial power is much faster than that of the emperor, so that the former Zhu Ding, with the respect of the emperor, can not ask for the true inheritance of Confucianism.

But now, Master Sun is obviously teaching Zhu Ding the essence of what he has learned and realized in his life.

Zhu Ding was a little surprised, a little scared, a little overwhelmed, and a little unsure of the master's pulse.

The inheritance of the mantle of a great Confucian, especially like Sun Fuzi, although his reputation is not as prominent as that of Song Lian, the head of Confucianism, but the study of Jingyi is definitely the great Confucianism who is in charge of Confucianism in this era, and the inheritance of the mantle is bound to shock the world!

What is the purpose of the Master? Isn't he a man who is about to be martyred in his eyes? Zhu Ding began to wonder.

After all, Master Sun was still tired, his voice was a little hoarse, and he drooped his legs, which were a little numb from sitting down, and let out a long breath.

In the end, because of the relentless self-pity of the years; or because of the regret that the body is weak and unable to continue preaching and preaching; Zhu Ding is unknown.

"What I said to you today, don't believe it, just use it as a reference, you still have a long way to go, and you will always find doubts in reading, these words may be able to solve your doubts, but the answer after solving the puzzles, after all, it is up to you to find and understand by yourself.

That's it, it's getting late, you're still injured, go to sleep. ”

After that, Master Sun took out a much thinner futon from the lower level of the bookshelf, and looked at Zhu Ding thoughtfully while spreading it, and stopped his movements several times, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it after all.

Finally, Zhu Ding looked at the master's uncomfortable appearance, and he also became uncomfortable, and couldn't help but ask: "Does the master have something to show to the students?" ”。

The old master immediately came to the spirit, borrowed the donkey from the slope like a stream, sat on his mattress, and said to Zhu Ding solemnly:

"In my life, the old man has been all over the world, but he has never accepted a real disciple, and he has not even moved that idea, but today, you let me see that amazing and colorful couplet, and the most important thing is the timing when you wrote it.

Yes, today Master Duan and I didn't plan to really save you, and your words could barely be called a big rebellion, which also made the old man extremely unhappy at that time.

We were going to use you to build momentum.

However, you woke up me, an old man, and the old man couldn't stand you. ”

After saying this, the master was silent for a moment, took a deep breath as if encouraging himself, and said again before Zhu Ding spoke:

"Zhao Dabao, I, an old man who made mistakes first, can I ask you to be my disciple, inherit my mantle, and let me learn and understand all my life so that I will not be taken into the coffin?"

Although Zhu Ding had already guessed some clues, he was also stunned and speechless.

PS: Will there be a big reading of this chapter, come out and accuse: poisonous, highly toxic, Old Man Sun wants to harm pig's feet, can this pig's feet be endured? Poison! Hehe......

PS again: Happy holidays to the giant babies.