Under Lang's herbal conditioning, Confucius felt better after three days and could barely sit up. At this time, his voice was still very weak, and his voice was hoarse.

In order to make Confucius get better as soon as possible, Fang Jishi had to make a decision to stay at the inn.

In order not to disturb Confucius, he opened another room in the inn. During the day and evening, except for coming to visit and take care of him, he rarely spoke to Confucius.

"Don't talk! Rest! Rest! Don't say anything. ”

Whenever Confucius wanted to speak, he interrupted him.

After listening to Lang's words, Fang Jishi probably guessed. Confucius didn't just feel bad in his heart because of the "killing", but! The relationship between him and Lao Tzu.

It must be like this, something happened between him and Lao Tzu, so he fled Luoyi and returned to Lu in a hurry. This one! Maybe it's his heart disease.

Now Confucius is very weak, and he does not want to listen to his explanations. lest his emotions get agitated and his condition deteriorates again.

Right! Rest! Let him recuperate! Let the turmoil in his heart subside naturally.

Fang Jishi, who is okay, just uses this time to guide his son's martial arts.

Since Fang Zhong entered the Ji Mansion, martial arts were taught by the martial artists of the Ji Mansion. Fang Zhong rarely went home, and it was difficult for him to guide him.

After testing his son's martial arts, Fang Jishi was still satisfied. Although Fang Zhong's martial arts are not as good as Fang Shu's, but! It's still okay to be with your peers.

Uncle Nangong Jing, as the second generation of the ancient official 1 and the second generation of the rich 1, is naturally good at martial arts. But! People have a good status and status, no need to work hard, and live a worry-free life.

Seeing that Fang Jishi was instructing Fang Zhong to practice martial arts, Nangong Jing Uncle also pretended to follow behind to learn. Whenever Fang Jishi came to guide him, he stood aside again and stopped learning.

Fang Jishi didn't force him, teaching him was to teach, the appearance was to be done, and the surface chapter was to be done. If you only teach your son martial arts and don't teach Uncle Nangong Jing, it will not be good to pass it back.

So! Although Uncle Nangong Jing loves to learn or not, he still has to give guidance. Whether the other person listens or not is another matter, he has to do it.

Fang Zhong was very competitive, and used the time he spent with his father to practice desperately.

It took another three days before Confucius was able to get out of bed and walk alone against the wall. In order to recover his body as soon as possible, Confucius was very tenacious, and insisted on exercising alone every day, not letting Fang Zhong and Nangong Jingshu help him.

It took another two days for Confucius to walk on the ground and go to the hut alone.

This day! Confucius personally came downstairs, ordered wine and food in the kitchen, and asked for dry food to eat on the way, and he decided to rest for a day today and leave for Lu tomorrow.

After such a toss, it has been nearly two months since I left Lu State. It was early summer when I came, and it was already the end of summer. In his impression, it was as if a year had passed. Therefore! More anxious.

Noon! He and Fang Jishi ate and drank in the room. Fang Zhong and Uncle Nangong Jing were both separated by him.

Today! He has something to say to his eldest brother, Fang Jishi. The words in his heart can only be said to the other party's cornerstone. When it comes to others, he is not at ease, he doesn't want to say it, and he can't say it clearly.

"Big brother? Do you know why I'm in such a hurry to leave Loeup? Leave Lao Tzu? Three glasses of wine went down to his stomach, and Confucius spoke.

"Why?"

"Big brother! Do you know why I got sick all of a sudden? ”

"Why?"

"Big brother!" Confucius looked at Fang Jishi and said with a painful face: "I feel uncomfortable! ”

"Why are you uncomfortable?"

"I'm conflicted!"

"Are you conflicted? What happened to you? ”

"I don't know? I? I can't tell? Confucius said, picked up his glass, and took a sip of it. And then! I poured myself three more cups, and I didn't eat a single bite of food.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You? ”

"Me? Woo woo woo ......" Confucius suddenly burst into tears.

"Are you talking? You? ”

"Me? My heart aches! I? Woooooo I can't tell! Woowoo woo ......"

"Don't cry! You are a saint! You are the saint of the future! You can't do this! If you talk like this, people won't laugh at it? Where is the saint who weeps? You? ……”

Under the persuasion of Fang Jishi, Confucius stopped crying. After a glass of wine, he took a few more bites of food.

"Me? I was wrong! Eldest brother! I? I'm sorry for you! I? Woowoo woo ......"

"Don't cry! You said? Where are you sorry for me? You? ”

"Me? I didn't tell you the truth! I? Confucius stopped crying and looked at Fang Jishi with teary eyes, looking pitiful.

"Me? I'm sorry Lao Tzu! I? ......" Confucius said, wanting to cry again.

"You? How can you be sorry Lao Tzu? What happened between you and Lao Tzu? ”

Under Fang Jishi's questioning, Confucius spoke.

He originally accepted Lao Tzu's Taoism, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that Lao Tzu's Taoism was good, and it could cure social problems and human problems. But! Some are fanciful, some are detached from reality.

Under the whole world, it is not the king's land.

It is impossible to get the king to accept Taoism and give up the good life in front of him. If you want to make the hereditary aristocracy give up the good life in front of them and accept Taoism, it is also impossible to do it. If you want to make the eunuchs and businessmen give up the good life in front of them and accept Taoism, it is also impossible to do it.

Because! It's real life!

In real life, this kind of people have the right to speak. Others, people have little power, and their words don't count. Even if you have thoughts, no matter how you want to be, you can't do it. How the king tells you to live, you have to live. The hereditary aristocracy wants you to live a little better, you can live a little better, and if you don't let you live a better life, you will always run on the food and clothing line.

For their own sake, officials serve the king and hereditary nobility, not the people.

For the sake of profit, it is impossible for a businessman to buy and sell at a loss. Once monopolized the market, they can sell a hundred times the profit for the cost of a penny. This is still a conscientious businessman, otherwise! Bottomless. They won't let go if they don't squeeze you to the food and clothing line.

So! Those who live at the bottom, even if you accept Taoism, you will always live a poor life, and you will always struggle with food and clothing.

That being the case! It is better to continue to implement the weekly rites and weekly system, and restore the weekly rites and weekly systems. At least! The Zhou rites and the Zhou system had a heyday in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

At least! The weekly rites and weekly system are visible!

At least! Think about it with your head, the weekly rites and the weekly system are feasible and correct!

That being the case! Why don't we continue in the general direction of the Zhou Dynasty?

Right now! The decline of the Zhou Dynasty mainly appeared on the side of "etiquette collapse and happiness"! So! We rectify this problem and bring order to society......