Mr. Yi Chuan held the ring ruler in his hand, and he was not angry and arrogant.

"You, come forward and receive the punishment."

Hearing that Mr. Yi Chuan was going to beat himself, Fan Li smiled.

"Why?"

"If you don't respect your teachers and don't learn and don't know how to learn, shouldn't you be punished?"

Fan Li smiled even more happily.

"Sir said I don't know how to learn? May I ask you, sir, from which classic do you just say? Which sage's words are the words? ”

"It's not from the classics, but it's the summary of my years of experience in cultivating Confucianism." Mr. Ikawa said proudly.

Fan Li shook his head when he heard this.

"I haven't heard the words of my husband's family, how can I blame me for not being able to learn? Could it be that Mr.'s teachings have been included in Luming Academy and are compulsory courses? ”

"......!?"

Although Mr. Yi Chuan had great ambitions, he wanted to start a sect in the Confucian circle.

However, he is not qualified enough at the moment.

Even this trip to the academy to give a lecture was also a test for him by Luming Academy.

If the lecture is good and the students respond enthusiastically, he will often be invited to teach in the future.

If the response is mediocre, the college will not invite it again, so as not to mislead people's children.

"What's more, the reason is not clear, and the way is not clear." Fan Li said with a smile: "If Mr. wants to write a book and speak, is it possible that those who have different opinions rely on force to suppress others?" ”

"You want to debate with me?" Mr. Ikawa looked surprised.

"Phew! Stinky boy! You are a mere Confucian cultivator, what qualifications do you have to discuss with Mr.? Zhu Ziyang jumped out and said: "Today's matter, I will definitely report to the mountain chief and expel you from school!" ”

Mr. Yi Chuan glanced at Zhu Ziyang appreciatively, and said in his heart that students should be like him.

"That's it."

"If I don't argue with you, others will only be an old man."

Mr. Yi Chuan said this, but he thought in his heart that when Fan Li was defeated, he would be convicted of disrupting the class, and he would be expelled from school!

"Get pen and ink!"

Mr. Yi Chuan has a strong heart, and his voice has been raised a few points.

In Luming Academy, some Confucian students who had not come to class heard that some students dared to debate with the Great Confucian, and they immediately gathered over.

When the seats are full, some people climb up trees, walls, and rockeries.

In a short time, thousands of people gathered!

"Aren't you going to start yet?"

Fan Ligan waited for a long time, and when he saw that Mr. Yichuan looked leisurely, he urged impatiently.

Da Confucian squinted his eyes slightly, estimating that there were enough Confucian onlookers, and the effect of Liwei could be full, so he finally nodded.

"Let's get started."

Confucian debate is by no means as simple as a cannon.

Both sides of the debate should write their own truths on paper and let Heaven sense them.

If it is a small word, the way of heaven must respond, that is, the so-called pen into the weather.

If it is a fallacious reasoning and heresy, it is possible that the Heavenly Dao will either ignore it or drop a thunder punishment.

"The next life, you are optimistic."

Mr. Ikawa said, picking up the pen and writing it.

Fan Li frowned and shook his head.

This old Confucian really doesn't have any grace at all. In the face of his own posteriority, he still wants to take the lead?

"Reason, the foundation of all things."

The five block letters jumped on the paper, and the pen was strong, which was indeed good.

In the next moment, the paper shimmered with turquoise.

The five block letters jumped out of the paper and hovered in mid-air, sounding the sound of bells and drums.

"The teacher's words are recognized by the Heavenly Dao, and the glorious glow descends, accompanied by the Dao sound?" Zhu Ziyang exclaimed.

The onlookers also nodded, thinking that Mr. Yi Chuan was indeed a generation of Confucians.

It's just that they are far from being as shocked as Zhu Ziyang.

After all, every Confucian who comes to Luming Academy to teach can do this level of writing and showing his breath.

There are even more magnificent than Mr. Ikawa's weather.

"Hehehe......"

Mr. Ikawa stroked his beard and smiled, quite proud.

Fan said that it was my turn?

But he didn't expect that the old master's cultivation was so poor, and he would put pen to paper again.

"Death by starvation is very small, but loss of festival is very large!"

"Eliminate human desires, save heavenly principles!"

"Everything in the world can be poor, it's just a reason!"

On the three pieces of rice paper, there were bursts of emerald green shimmer.

The three sentences also flew from the paper, hovering in mid-air, accompanied by the joy of silk and bamboo.

Zhu Ziyang applauded: "The teacher's wise words can be passed on!" ”

"Sycophants."

The Cold Moon Holy Lord said a word, without deliberately suppressing the volume, and many people present could hear it.

The Confucian scholars held back their laughter, sometimes looking at the Cold Moon Holy Lord, and sometimes at Zhu Ziyang.

Indeed, sycophants.

Although Mr. Yi Chuan proved that his Confucianism was quite high, it was far from the exaggeration of 'being able to pass on to the world', and at most it was his family's words.

The famous sayings of the past generations are all sages and giants, and it is possible to do it.

The so-called sage's words are thousands of meteorological, earth-shattering!

Where is the level of comparison in front of us?

"Housheng, it's your turn." Mr. Yi Chuan put down his pen and looked at Fan Li as a victor.

Fan Li sighed.

Pick up the pen, but don't fall behind.

He wanted to write something earlier, but he was a little sorry.

In troubled times, talent is scarce.

Mr. Ikawa is also a talent, but unfortunately his knowledge has been drilled into the horns, and his future achievements are limited.

In particular, his character is slightly poor, and Fan Li has no interest in soliciting after all.

"You kid writes, huh? Could it be that you have no ink on your chest and have forgotten how to write? Zhu Ziyang sneered.

This kind of villain who sloths and slaps horses, Fan Li is too lazy to take a look.

He finally put pen to paper.

"Emancipate the mind and seek truth from facts."

Zhu Ziyang: "??? ”

Confucianism: "??? ”

Mr. Ikawa: "This ......??? ”

The wise sayings are never limited to classical Chinese.

Fan Xingxing said: Even if Yi Chuan and Zhu Ziyang are incurable, but there are still a whole academy of Confucian students, I can't let rotten Confucian thought put shackles on them.

What kind of bullshit 'everything in the world can be poor, just a reason'?

To forcibly simplify complex issues is sophistry.

Fan Li continued: "The sea is tolerant of all rivers, and tolerance is great. ”

Even if you can't comprehend all of the Three Thousand Avenues, it's better than covering your ears and stealing the bell and denying the existence of the Three Thousand Avenues.

Fan Li originally thought that writing two sentences was enough.

But he suddenly remembered four more words, so he didn't hesitate to add them:

"Seek common ground while reserving differences."

In the previous life, the figures of those two great men seemed to appear in front of Fan Li's eyes at this moment.

"Afterlife!"

"Which classic did you write these three sentences from? How come the old man has never read it? ”

Mr. Ikawa asked loudly.

Fan Li glanced at him lightly and replied, "You don't read much, do you blame me?" ”

"...... you!?" Mr. Ikawa was so angry that he almost pulled out the ring ruler.

But in front of more than a thousand academy students, he finally held back.

Fan Li's three sentences are thought-provoking and endless.

In particular, each sentence strongly refutes Ikawa's remarks!

"Fortunately, it didn't become a meteorological ......"

As soon as Mr. Ikawa's thought came to him, he heard a vast bell in the sky overhead.

Quaint and long, across the world!

(End of chapter)