Wang Yangming is only a highly decorated general in the current Ming Dynasty, and he can also be regarded as a great Confucian who founded a sect, but neither of these two points can be comparable to his future status. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Later generations called Wang Yangming (the master of the study of the mind) and Confucius (the founder of Confucianism), Mencius (the master of Confucianism), and Zhu Xi (the master of the science of science) together as Confucius, Meng, Zhu, and Wang, who were the masters of the founding school of Confucianism, and could be called a living sage.

"Zuo Biography" has a cloud: "There is virtue in the Tai, followed by meritorious service, followed by words, although it has not been abandoned for a long time, this is called three immortals." ”

In Chinese history, only Confucius and Wang Yangming can do one thing to leave a name in history, and two points can be passed down through the ages, and only Confucius and Wang Yangming can do these three points without objection.

Needless to say, Wang Yangming's moral quality is not to mention, but in the classics, he is known as "the famous Confucian who governs the world, and the capable minister who governs the world"; When it comes to fighting, it is the ancestor of a hundred battles who defeats the strong with the weak!

is also an epic historical figure, Wang Yangming did not rely on his status to obtain such a judgment as the Ark Space, and it is not too much to overestimate his strength.

Taking over tasks in the hands of such a character, even if Zhao Gao's psychological quality is excellent, he can't help but feel a little worried.

In any case, since the Ark Space has given this task, it has given the time arrangement. From Dengzhou to Yuyao, there is a distance of nearly 1,000 kilometers, and the imperial court gave Zhao Gao half a year in the name of successfully returning to his hometown to worship his ancestors in the imperial examination.

At this time, it was already September, and the boundary of Dengzhou had already been bleak in autumn, and the yellow blades of grass were mixed with the dead leaves scattered from mid-air, adding a touch of loneliness to the ground.

However, this small city of Yuyao is completely different, and it seems that none of the Japanese invaders dare to come here to intrude. At present, the summer has not completely passed, and there are still lush green dots between the mountains and forests, and there is still a trace of lively vitality in the autumn colors.

Near Wang Yangming's residence, a pale blue lake gently rippled. Under the breeze, the faint water vapor absorbs the glitz of the air in the diffusion. Next to it is dense green trees. A slightly stronger wind passing through this forest will also be broken up into a clear wind, so in this paradise, everything is so calm and comfortable, even the most picky person can hardly find anything wrong in it, just like the old man in the depths of the bamboo forest.

It should have been an autumn rain just now, and on the ground of the bamboo forest, the layers of leaves will not make a rustling sound when stepping on it, and the sound of cicadas has long been gone, replaced by the "whoosh" sound made when the wind blows through the bamboo forest, and the leaves that still remain on the bamboo tops, constantly jumping and dancing in the wind.

In the depths of the bamboo forest, there is a small two-story building made of bamboo with hooked eaves. On both sides of the small building, there are two or three lower bamboo houses, and several flower trees are hidden in the corners of the wall or born on the top of the wall. Now is not the season for flowers, but some of them are blooming, and some of them are condensing the flower bones, accumulating strength and preparing for splendor and fragrance.

When he walked in front of the small building, Zhao Gao subconsciously looked back and quietly looked at this large bamboo forest, which was obviously cultivated and planted artificially, but it undoubtedly showed the breath of nature.

Wang Yangming, who lives in a small building in this bamboo forest, has been teaching in his hometown since he resigned at the age of 54 and returned to his hometown to give lectures. Tianquan Bridge left four teachings of the mind: "There is no good and no disgusting body, and there are good and malicious movements." Knowing good and knowing evil is conscience, and doing evil for good is a thing. "Zhao Gao had personally been there to see it before he came, and after realizing it for a whole day, his intellectual attributes had magically increased a little.

Since the old man retired, he had devoted himself to lecturing and never seeing any visitors, except for some famous scholars of science, even if the governor came to visit here in person, he was faintly rejected by his disciples.

No one would have thought that such a pure-hearted person would easily quell the rebellion of Zhu Chenhao, the king of Ning, almost two or three years ago.

When the news reached Beijing, Wang Qiong, who recommended Wang Yangming, said very confidently: "Wang Bo'an is in Jiangxi, and he will definitely capture the traitor." ”

At that time, Wang Yangming was preparing to go to Fujian to quell the rebellion there. Traveling to Fengcheng between Ji'an and Nanchang in Jiangxi, he got the news of Zhu Chenhao's rebellion, and in the absence of soldiers in his hands, he led the 80,000 Ping rebel army formed by hastily recruiting Zhuangding, and smashed Nanchang, the old nest of King Ning, forcing Zhu Chenhao to return to help, and finally the two sides fought a decisive battle at Poyang Lake. After three days of fierce fighting, King Ning was defeated and captured, and King Ning's rebellion ended after only thirty-five days.

When Emperor Jiajing succeeded to the throne, he said that he had the great merit of capturing thieves and quelling the chaos, and first promoted him to the secretary of the Nanjing Military Department, and soon added the title of Xinjian Bo - in terms of "meritorious service", he withdrew after quelling the rebellion with the weak and the strong, which is the idol of the ancient Confucian gentlemen.

The counterpart to this is "Speech". With his "enlightenment in the dragon field" fifteen years ago, he broke through Zhu Xi's school of science in Confucianism, and proposed that "the way of the sage, my nature is self-sufficient, and those who seek reason from it are mistaken" to oppose "learning from things", and became a grandmaster-level figure who opened the mountain gate, and his body is equivalent to wearing a layer of sacred halo.

So as long as he speaks, even Emperor Jiajing has to think carefully.

But Wang Yangming, who returned to his hometown, no longer expressed any opinions on the affairs of the imperial court. Between the people of the imperial court attacking each other, they often use him as a banner, and he has always treated it indifferently and does not pursue it, "because he is not fighting, the world can not fight with it", Wang Yangming, who has integrated various classics in his heart, naturally understands this.

About to meet such a person, Zhao Gao has been standing at the door of the bamboo building for more than half an hour. It's not that he pays his respects in this way, it's just that he's an hour ahead of the scheduled time. He didn't choose to knock on the door, nor did he stand up straight as if he were respectful, but just like that, leaning on a pillar in front of the bamboo building, staring blankly at the scenery in the bamboo forest.

"Young man, why do you want to see me, an old man?"

After a long time, a gentle and old voice came through the upper floor of the bamboo building, and there was still a little tiredness in it. With Zhao Gao's ear, you can hear the sound of him putting on the cloth shoes on his feet, which shows that he is not pretending to be profound just now, nor is he deliberately embarrassing Zhao Gao, and he is really taking a nap.

"Come in."

When the sound of dressing was over and the voice sounded again, Zhao Gao retracted his scattered thoughts, turned around and pushed open the bamboo door behind him, and looked over.

A shriveled little old man in a very ordinary cloth robe was also raising his head to look at Zhao Gao. His gaze was not sharp, and even showed the gentleness of world insight, but Zhao Gao, who boasted of being firm-minded, avoided this look at the first time, and at the same time his mouth became dry.

In terms of intellectual attributes, Zhao Gao is no longer inferior to ordinary D-level historical figures, and in the face of the majestic and murderous A+ historical figure Zhang Xun can also speak quibbles and directly denounce his wrongs, at this time, it is difficult to even raise his head in the face of Wang Yangming, who looks like a little old man in the countryside. The other party was not tall, but now it looked like a huge mountain.

He didn't forcibly raise his head, but lowered it obediently, and at the same time took off the shoes and socks under his feet, neatly placed them on the side, and then bent his legs and sat down cross-legged on the floor facing Wang Yangming's direction.

Now that he has sat down, it will be natural to look up if he wants to answer, this time Zhao Gao saw a smiling face, his wrinkled skin seemed to be stretched, and his eyes showed a kind of appreciation with regret.

Epic historical figures, even if they don't open their momentum at all, just inadvertent coercion is enough to confuse people's minds.

In the face of this coercion, you can either choose to dodge or choose to face it head-on. Choosing the former means that there is a lack of perseverance and a weak heart for the Tao; Choosing the latter means that you can't know yourself based on your strength, and you lack the wisdom of the Tao.

Just now, Zhao Gao made a series of seemingly casual actions, but by lowering his body, he naturally achieved the goal of facing it. This solution seems simple, but it is not easy to think of in a short period of time.

"It's quite wise, and the heart is enough, but it's a pity that there are too many impurities." Wang Yangming looked at Zhao Gao who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, although there was still a trace of regret in his eyes, he also showed satisfaction with Zhao Gao's response.

Only Zhao Gao himself knows that time is still too rushed, and what he can show in this response is only wisdom, not wisdom.