In Moyu Academy, Xiao Peiqin was very depressed.

With his own talents, participating in this so-called "treatise" is like killing a chicken with a knife -- and a hen cub. But the little-known "Tang Hai" in front of him made him restrain his hands and feet, and he was suppressed from beginning to end. The most dazzling fame in his life has become a sharp weapon against himself by the other party.

Xiao Peiqin saw a slight sweat on his forehead, and said with a forced smile: "Master Tang's words are wrong. In my opinion, it is for the country to do my best in the court, and teaching and educating people in the academy is also for the country, there is no difference. Besides, joining the academy is just the power of one person, and teaching in the academy is to cultivate more students into talents, and gather the strength of all people to build a country and a country, isn't its significance far greater than that of individuals? ”

Li Moyu twisted his beard and smiled, and said in his heart that these three products Zhongzheng Lang had already been led by the nose by Lan Haitang and lost the opportunity, which was a good sign for Moyu Academy.

In the entire Moyu Academy, except for Lan Qingzhu, he was the only one who knew Lan Haitang's true identity. Thinking of her reputation as "Little Zhuge ", it is said that even the six princes, who are known for their intelligence, have praised her, and now it seems that there is really no vanity under the fame.

"According to Master Xiao's statement, if the civil and military are full of people and the world, shouldn't they all abdicate and make way for the virtuous, take the cultivation of pillars as their own responsibility, and send talents to the country?" Lan Haitang smiled.

"No, no." Xiao Peiqin shook his head, and his fat face condensed a trace of nervousness. "People who are really talented and learned should seek their own politics in their positions, otherwise everyone will be humble and not enter the court, who will control this big country?"

"What Xiao Fuzi said is good. The power of truly serving the country is to dedicate his life to the country, the text is to put pen to the world, and the martial arts are on the horse to determine the future, until the heart is more than enough and the strength is insufficient to sigh that the time is not forgiving, only to recommend the virtuous ability to replace it. Even if he is dying, he can give full play to his residual heat, and gather his life's work into a book, or open a classroom to teach, this is a true hero. Lan Haitang said, stretching out his hand and pointing at Li Moyu on the first seat: "It's like our dean, who serves the court all his life, and continues to educate people when he is old, which is really called real dedication." ”

Li Moyu waved her hand with a smile.

Taking him as an example, it is indeed the most appropriate, and no one here can say a word. Xiao Peiqin was speechless, no matter how conceited he was, he didn't dare to say that he was even more powerful than the original bachelor.

Lan Haitang continued: "On the other hand, Master Xiao, you are young, but you are hiding from the world on the grounds that you don't know official ways, and you have lost what you have learned. It is necessary to know that it is difficult to be an official, and it is even more difficult to be a good official, and the generals who have achieved fame in ancient times have all experienced countless hardships, but they have the country in their hearts, so no matter how hard and tired they are, they choose to face the difficulties bravely, rather than indulging themselves in the mountains and rivers. Of course, it's not that it's bad to be a master, it's just that Master Xiao, you have studied hard for ten years, rarely entered the WTO, and your official career is not smooth, and your heart is not smooth, how can you guide students to be a good official? ”

The focus of Hsiao's discourse is on "teaching", emphasizing the importance of the Master's teaching of schoolwork. And Lan Haitang attacked his shield with his spear, implying that he was not a good official in the first place, and that he only knew how to escape if his official career was not incidental, which was greatly contrary to his "big ambition" theory, and he had already messed up before he used what he had learned.

Xiao Peiqin swallowed his saliva, felt that his mouth was bitter, and secretly said that this Tang Hai was so powerful. Said: "Life is too short, who can be without faults?" In the next day, I am bent on seeking to comment on the gains and losses of officialdom with my own faults, so that students can avoid detours, which is the benefit of "teaching". If I allow students to think and understand on their own, who can guarantee that students will not be resistant to or even discouraged by my experience? ”

"If we rely entirely on our students, what do we need our masters to do? Guiding his thoughts as the main, teaching and subsidizing is the way of the master. Lan Haitang said, "Master Xiao, I don't know the Book of Songs. QIN Feng. Do you remember "No Clothes"? ”

can be among the Zhongzheng, and he is familiar with the "Four Books" and "Five Classics", Xiao Peiqin didn't want to think: "How can you say that you have no clothes?" with the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear. Enmity with the Son. How can you say that you have no clothes? With the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear halberd. Work with the child. How can you say that you have no clothes? with the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my armor soldiers. Walk with the son. ”

Lan Haitang said: "Brother Xiao is a model for my generation. This poem "No Clothes" is a generous and emotional invitation to war. However, without experiencing the baptism of blood and fire, no matter how the master teaches, the students cannot read between the lines the feelings of sacrificing their lives for the country and dying on the battlefield. Only when you have been to the battlefield can you know how difficult it is to live a happy life today. ”

"There are some things that you really need to experience to understand." Xiao Peiqin agreed, "But if you have to bow down to everything, it's a fantasy." The world's ten thousand laws are broad and profound, and the saints are deeply aware of one of them and are known in the world. What Tang Fuzi meant, do students need to go to the battlefield in person to learn to think? If you lose your life, how can you serve the court? ”

"Literature can govern the country, and martial arts can secure the country, this is the eternal truth. And my Tang Dynasty is now prosperous and declining, and everyone knows that literary style is a shortcut to entering the office, but they have forgotten what is the foundation of being an official, and they don't know how to think about the future of the country and the direction of the people, which is a little sad. Lan Haitang didn't answer him directly, but remembered Tang An's hateful appearance, and sighed faintly: I met a talented man a few days ago, and he wrote a poem and said: The warm wind in Bianjing intoxicates the literati, and the pen and ink wind flows into the Shimen. He often makes fun of wine and songs, and does not think about the heroic soul of the battlefield. Have you ever heard of Brother Xiao? ”

Most of the people present were students of Class B, and when they heard that the master was making a fuss about Tang An's affairs, they were immediately very interested.

Xiao Peiqin frowned and thought for a while, and said, "I admire this talent's literary brilliance very much. But I haven't heard of it, but I haven't heard of it. ”

I can't imagine that even the dignified Sanpin Zhongzheng praised this poem for a good job, if that guy hears it, I don't know how to show it off. Sketching in his mind that the guy wanted to pretend to be modest but had a smug face, Lan Haitang smiled faintly and said: "It doesn't matter who made this poem, the important thing is that most people have forgotten to think now, let alone have a direction and a way out." Confucius sage said, 'If you learn without thinking, you will be reckless, and if you don't think, you will die', but where does thinking come from? For example, if the person in charge of agriculture does not know how to farm, and that natural and man-made disasters are the imposition of taxes, which makes the people's livelihood miserable and the people complain, then it is the real disaster for the country and the people. After all, how many students who study hard in the cold window know the meaning of being an official? Is it just to escape the fate of poverty? These students who have no worries about food and clothing do not experience the red dust, do not understand the needs of the people, and set national policies in vain based on their own thoughts, or ignore the people for their own interests, so what is the point of being full of wealth? Entering the WTO to see the various states of life and then moving is the real 'thinking', and only in this way can it be beneficial to the country, but it is not a truth that can be learned by the master and the professor alone. ”

These words were not only appreciated by the people of Moyu Academy, but also by the people of Chengnan Academy.

Blue begonia means that everyone in the world is blinded by power, and the essence of being an official has shifted from petitioning for the people to striving for fame and profit, but they don't know what it means to think about being an official, and indirectly points out that only those who have experienced the world and are good at thinking can become their way.

Thinking about it deeply, although these words are talking about students, why don't they say it to people in the world who are bent on seeking officials? This perception of 'thinking' is much higher in meaning and realm than Xiao Peiqin, who only wants to win the conference on theory.

Xiao Peiqin was speechless for a long time, was silent for a while, and finally arched his hand and said with a wry smile: "Xiao still thought that he was full of articles, and he boasted that he could guide the direction of students. Tang Fuzi is from a high position, and Xiao is not as good as him. ”

"Oh!"

Seeing Xiao Peiqin admit defeat, the students in Class B of the ground character in the hall suddenly cheered unpassionately, and the crowd was excited, and the scene was even more enthusiastic than the fact that he had won the fame.

The students never expected such a result, and the masters of Moyu Academy were even more unexpected. This Xiao Peiqin is a dignified three-grade zhongzheng, and his knowledge and literary brilliance are unfathomable, but Lan Haitang has been controlling the rhythm from beginning to end, first borrowing his strength to make Xiao Peiqin fall behind, and then knowing the reason, taking the allusions of the "Book of Songs" to introduce his own views, what he said is reasonable and well-founded, not only dialectical of his own arguments, but also rising to the perspective of the country's people's livelihood, so that Xiao Peiqin, who is an opponent, is also greatly appreciated, and he is ashamed.

The students celebrated and cheered, and they could not have imagined that their little-known master could be more powerful than a conversation.

Only Lan Haitang looked indifferent and bowed his hand to Xiao Peiqin. But he muttered silently in his heart: Tang An, Tang An, how can I say hello? I can't imagine that even my victory over these three products is based on your inspiration. Are you the Master or am I the Master?