In 517 BC, the twenty-fifth year of Lu Zhaogong, Confucius was 35 years old.

In the spring, under the expectation of Lu Zhaogong and the persecution of Ji Pingzi and others, Confucius embarked on the road to Qi with a heart of excellence.

After saying goodbye to Qi Guan and others, Confucius carried the burden on his back, and did not look back, and went straight to the east. It wasn't until just before dark that he let out a long breath of relief.

This time, he walked alone and didn't take anyone with him. When he went to Luoyi in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, he also brought two scholars, Nangong Jingshu and Fang Zhong. Other than that! The cornerstone of his in-laws gave him a carriage.

And this time! He didn't even ride a horse, let alone a carriage, but on foot.

He has ambivalence: one! I don't want to leave my hometown and go to the distant country of Qi. In his mind, the country of Qi is very far away. Maybe? The capital of Qi is far away from the capital of Lu, right?

Two! He also had an eagerness in his heart, thinking of leaving the country of Lu as soon as possible, going to the Great Zhou world, going to a broader space to spread his doctrines and thoughts, and to be a man and do things.

Cultivation! Qi family! Rule! Flat world!

Since accepting Lao Tzu's Taoism, he has strengthened his belief: self-cultivation!

Self-cultivation is the foundation of being a person!

Only by cultivating oneself and correcting oneself can we correct others. Only when we ourselves do not affect the survival and life of others can society not be chaotic.

Taoism also talks about self-cultivation! Lao Tzu said: Only if we do not affect the lives of others and are not affected by the lives of others, can we survive better.

If it does not affect the lives of others, it is self-cultivation. No matter what happens, don't mess around. Even if you are going to starve to death, you will not steal or rob. The gentleman is poor, and the villain is poor! That's what it means.

Not being affected by other people's lives is the skill of survival!

It is not easy for a person not to be affected by other people's lives and outlook on life in real life. In this regard, Lao Tzu put forward many techniques and methods, which are worth learning.

The Zhuangzi of later generations played a role in this aspect.

How to survive better in troubled times requires a certain amount of wisdom and skill. Lao Zhuang agreed that any society will give the people a chance to survive. Because! Without the presence of the people, there is no room for rulers to exert their authority.

The most stupid kings and rulers know that it is not advisable to kill chickens for eggs. So! Anyone who is strong will give others a way out.

I don't know how many days I walked, Confucius had the feeling that he had no concept of time, so he walked slowly, thinking about all the problems he might encounter. And! After arriving in the capital of Qi State, how to deal with the questions and answers of Qi Jinggong, as well as the questions and answers of those courtiers under Qi Jinggong?

And also! He was thinking about his doctrinal thoughts, where there were still incompleteness.

He didn't fully embrace Lao Tzu's Taoism, but! Different means to the same end! Whether it is Lao Tzu's Taoism or his "Confucianism", they are only for the people, they are only for the sake of saving mankind, so that the people can live a happy life. There is no war, and the world is at peace.

According to historical records: Confucius Wenshao is now located in the north of Shaoyuan Village, Qidu Town, Zibo City, Shandong Province.

Confucius entered Qi, and after watching Qi "Shao" at Gao Zhaozi's home, he sincerely admired and said: "Don't try to be happy!" "Learn, I don't know the taste of meat in March. (Historical Records?) A family of Confucius? Narrative and "Narrative While") left a good story.

As the capital of Qi got closer and closer, Confucius's mood became more and more difficult to calm down. He doesn't know either? What was the result of my trip?

Under the influence of this mood, Confucius slowed down and wandered in the mountains and fields.

This day! He still wanders on the road, not knowing where he ends.

Suddenly! A steady, sonorous sound of the piano came.

The sound of the piano has always been like this, calm, slow and sonorous. But! But it gives people a shocking feeling and makes people feel uplifted. And then! But it makes people have to listen intently, waiting for a new movement after the aftersound, and so on.

After a while, the sound began to slowly change. Become soothing, calm, harmonious, and orderly......

Last year, when he was in Luoyi in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, he listened to Chang Hong's songs. And the music played by this person is not the same tune as Chang Hong's playing, not a rhyme or rhyme.

If Chang Hong's music gives people the feeling of personal artistic enjoyment? So? The music played by this person gives people the feeling that it is a natural sound. There's that feeling of being in the middle of heaven and earth.

Just when Confucius was intoxicated with the soul of the other party's music, the other party's rhythm suddenly changed and became a little complaining. Forthwith! The pace was slow and dull.

Originally! Confucius just wanted to listen quietly for a while, because he still had to hurry. Albeit! He was wandering, but he felt that he was far away from his destination and had to keep walking. Despite the repetition, it cannot be stopped.

But? After hearing the change in the other party's rhythm, he didn't want to leave. He decided to go in search of the sound and meet the man who played the music.

Why? The music was so good before, but now it's changed?

The sound of the piano came from the hill in front of it, which was not high, but it was covered with green trees, and the people playing the harp inside could not be seen.

Confucius quickened his pace and followed the path to the hill.

There are no stone steps, just ordinary mountain paths. But! The mountain road is very clean, and the branches on both sides do not stick out to block pedestrians. Visible! It's a road that people walk around a lot.

As his pace quickened, the sound of the piano on the hill remained. The difference is: the rhythm of the music has all changed, and it has become a mournful. Like the previous music, it is calm, slow and sonorous. But! It doesn't feel the same. Before, it was invigorating. People have to listen intently, wait for a new movement after the aftersound, and so on. And now! But it turned into a grievance, which made people feel the urge to cry.

"Boom!"

Suddenly! The sound of the piano was broken. No! It's the strings that break!

Forthwith! A man's cry came: "Woo woo! Oh, my God! How did I make a curved bullet like this? Woooooo Heaven is going to kill me! Heaven is going to kill me! Woowoo woo ......"

"Sir! Mr! Why? ”

"Sir! O merciful man! ”

"Sir! Heaven is going to kill me! Woowoo woo ......"

“……”

Under the sorrow of the violinist, the listeners also cried out.

Confucius walked up the hill quickly and stood behind the crowd.

The luthier slumped in front of a jutting cliff, facing a piano and facing the open field. Behind him, sat a dozen people listening to the harp.

The strings were broken, the luthier was crying, and everyone was shocked! They all got up and went over to the luthier.

"Don't come here! Don't come here! Don't come here! Woo woo woo ......" the pianist raised his left arm and stopped without looking back.

When everyone heard this, they were even more shocked!

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