North Gun Bun Academy

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Several Confucian scholars in green clothes sat around and gently shook their fans. A look of self-satisfaction.

There is a teapot on the stone table, the tea soup in the fair cup is clear and bright, and the faint fragrance of tea goes straight to the brain along the nose.

One of the fair-faced Xiucai held up the manuscript in his hand and read it in a tone full of emotion.

"The mountain is not high, but the name of the immortal. The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. Si is a burrow, but Wu Dexin. The moss marks are green, and the grass is green. There is a lot of talk and laughter, and there is no white ding. You can tune the piano and read the Golden Sutra. There is no silk and bamboo, and there is no case. Nanyang Zhuge Lu, West Shuzi Cloud Pavilion. Confucius: What's ugly?"

The others closed their eyes and shook their heads rhythmically as they read aloud, and their faces showed a look of enjoyment and benefit.

"What a good article!"

"My courage seems to have become a lot purer. ”

"It's a rare article for many years. ”

"Not bad!"

"My courage has also become a lot more pure and transparent. ”

After a long time, those Confucian scholars opened their eyes unsatisfied, their eyes showed joy, and they said happily.

"Brother Sima, this is a masterpiece of a great Confucian, which has benefited me a lot!"

That is, this article is very good for self-cultivation, and if it is popularized, it will be of great merit only by being able to carve the literary courage of the literati. What's more, if it is used for enlightenment, there will definitely be more people who gather courage. ”

One of the Confucian scholars, who was a little slightly on the side, stood up, sincerely saluted the Confucian who was reciting, and said with emotion.

"This man is not a great Confucian. ”

The Confucian scholar, who was called Sima, looked at the reverence in everyone's eyes, and said with a somewhat strange expression.

"It's not a great Confucian, is it the work of Grandmaster Hongru?"

Seeing Sima's strange face, everyone didn't think much about it, and said in disbelief.

"No!"

Sima Rusheng shook his head again and sighed.

"It can't be the Book of the Holy Sacrament, right?"

However, this article is short but concise, and the content is even more thought-provoking, and it is not impossible to say that it is from the hand of Yasheng. I don't know who on the Holy Mountain did it?"

Seeing that everyone was talking farther and farther, Sima shook his head helplessly, and said with a serious face:

"This Xiongwen is not the book of the Yasheng Temple on the holy mountain, nor is it written by the Hongru Sect Master, but from the hand of a Xiucai Situ in Zhibei County. ”

"Xiucai personality, how is this possible?"

Everyone's mouths couldn't help but open wide, and their faces were in disbelief.

"It is indeed a book from the prison sentence, and this sentence is not yet twenty years old. ”

Seeing everyone's shocked faces, Sima broke a fierce news again.

"This, how is this possible... ”

Everyone looked at Sima in disbelief.

"More unbelievable things are yet to come... ”

I don't know if someone did it deliberately, the entire Beijun is talking about "The Burrow", all talking about Situ's sentence, and what Si Tu did in a few months was made up into a story and written into a commentary.

Situ's reputation has soared, and he has become the Xie family Yushu in everyone's mouth, a good horse for thousands of miles, and some people even say: Giving birth to a child should be like Situ's punishment!

This is not a low evaluation.

Situ Lang, the Situ family has inevitably become a laughing stock in people's mouths, with eyes but no beads, mistaking pearls for grit!

Some people even discussed privately that Situ Lang, who was out of the house, was not in the right position, and he should be virtuous.

Situ Lang, the contemporary head of the Situ family, sat in the courtyard with a gloomy face, and the people under him carefully held their breath, for fear of angering the head of the family.

Situ Lang had a shredded poetry raft in his hand, and from the gap, a few words could be faintly seen.

"Establish a son with a long head, not a virtuous one; ”

"Those who violate the law shall be imprisoned for one year. That is, if the wife is over 50 years old and has no children, he must be established as a child. Not the elderly. ”

"Establish a grandson. There are no grandchildren, and the second son-in-law has the same mother and brother. There is no mother and brother to set up a concubine. There is no concubine and grandson, and the same mother and brother. There is no mother and brother and grandchildren. Zeng Xuan approved this. ”

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Looking at the words one by one, Situ Lang felt a pain in his heart. also tore open his long-hidden scars, and his thoughts seemed to go back to thirty years ago, when he was still a young man, and the head of the Situ family was his father Situ Ming.

"I'm not convinced!"

"I'm not convinced!"

"In terms of knowledge, I am far above my eldest brother, and my contribution to the family is also far above my eldest brother, so why should he succeed as the head of the family?"

Situ Lang looked at his white-haired, twilight father, and shouted a little unconvinced.

"Establish a son with a long head, not a virtuous one; ”

The old master Situ Ming looked at his young son quietly, and after a long time, he sighed faintly and said.

"This is the law of the great sect, and it is also the law of the ancestors. Thou shalt not be violated!"

"Why, just because he has a good background, just because he was born to his mother. ”

"Why... ”

That night, Situ Lang rushed out of the house as if he had gone crazy and stood all night in the heavy rain. When he comes back, the cheerful and energetic Situ Lang from before will never be able to find him back.

He begins to become gloomy, he begins to become calculating, and he wants to prove to his father with his abilities that his decision was wrong.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, there was no way to change all this.

The old master's body is getting worse day by day, and he has not survived the winter after all. And Situ Ming also became the head of the Situ family in Beijun as he wished.

If it weren't for that accident, I'm afraid he would still be the one who sent people under the fence and looked at people's faces.

"You shouldn't have come back. ”

"I really shouldn't have come back. ”

Situ Lang sat there with a gloomy face and muttered a little.

"No one can take everything from me, not even if you are my nephew. ”

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The speed of the airship was very fast, and from time to time there were mountains and rivers passing underneath, and on the third day, the airship had crossed thousands of miles and came to the vicinity of Beijun.

Looking from above, the shadow of North County is already faintly visible.

Both the candidates who took the prefectural examination and the merchants from other regions poured onto the deck, looking at them with some curiosity and shock.

The whole city of Beijun is vast, stretching for dozens of miles, with tall official mansions and low dwellings, which are continuous together, and the roof ridge is like a long dragon winding and undulating. It was like a beast lying on the ground, and its indescribable momentum was amazing.

Perhaps because it is an important border town, the city wall of Beijun is built extremely tall, and it is full of 100 feet. And they are all watered with bluestone soil mixed with copper juice, which is difficult for swords and soldiers to be injured, and spears are difficult to enter.

Legend has it that when the city was being built with earth, the Metropolitan Governor at that time ordered the soldiers to stab straight into the wall with spears, one foot into the wall, and kill the craftsmen who cast them.

There is not a foot into the wall, and the soldiers are killed.

It is also for this reason that the city walls of Zhibei County are stained red with blood and surprisingly strong.

"According to this Xiongcheng, even if it is a million soldiers, don't want to shake it lightly. ”