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Chapter 919

"Bell!—"

When the loud bell rang from the palace again, the new year also kicked off. www.biquge.info Everywhere in the capital, dazzling fireworks suddenly rose from all over the capital. A child, wearing a thick cotton jacket, rushed into the street, giggling and laughing.

"Squeak!"

Fang Yun opened the door and walked out of the room. At the same time, the other servants and slaves also came out of the room, breathing the first breath of the new year with joy on their faces and a certain expectation.

"Young Master!"

"Young Master......"

Seeing Fang Yun, the subordinates smiled and greeted each other. Although Fang Yun is already a prince, he is also the capital. However, the people in the house are still used to calling him young master affectionately.

Fang Yun smiled and nodded, walking alone in the courtyard. There are several hours of the New Year's Eve, and they can only stay in the room. At this time, it is difficult to come out, and it is inevitable to breathe.

The air at night is very cold and fresh, making it easy to feel clear-headed. Able to think better. The future is still a mess, and Fang Yun needs to think carefully about where to go in the future.

"Rustle!~"

Fang Yun's eyes were thoughtful, and he walked alone in the courtyard. Before I knew it, the sound of fireworks in my ears and the sound of children frolicking became lower and lower. In the Hou Mansion, it also began to become quieter and quieter.

After all, the night is deep, and the excitement of the New Year can't resist the drowsiness that swept in. Many people can't stand the cold outside, and finally go back to their rooms and sleep peacefully.

"Is it Yun'er?......"

An old voice came from afar, faintly, with a certain soothing and calming power.

Fang Yun was shocked and raised his head. I saw an old figure under the corridor not far away, sitting by the stone guardrail, with his back to himself, silently looking at the plum blossoms blooming in the garden.

"Grandpa!"

Fang Yun was taken aback and came to his senses. Hurriedly walked over: "Grandpa, it's so cold outside, why are you here alone." Hurry up and get into your room. ”

Fang Yun said, took off the fox fur cloak on his body, and covered the old man.

The old man waved his hand and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter. Although my grandfather doesn't practice martial arts, he doesn't dispel the cold. But if you cultivate a breath in your heart, you will not be invaded by all evils. Even if it is stained by the cold wind, it has no effect. ”

When Fang Yun heard this, he was slightly relieved in his heart. After thinking about it, he lifted his robe and sat down beside his grandfather. He looked up at the sky and realized that it was late.

"Outsider, it's getting late. Go back and rest. ”

Fang Yun persuaded. After all, the old man is old, although Confucianism has cultivated a breath of Haoran Qi, known as the inviolability of all evils, but it is still a mortal flesh and womb, there will be birth, old age, sickness and death, and the five decays of heaven and man.

"It doesn't matter. Tonight is very special, grandpa wants you to sit with me and see the cold plums in this garden. Is that okay?"

The old man said.

"Hmm. ”

Fang Yun hesitated for a moment, but nodded in agreement. Although I was worried about my grandfather's body, it shouldn't matter if I just sat for a while.

The Purple Dragon Garden is very quiet, an old man and a young man sit side by side, silently looking at the plum blossoms in the garden, the snow is like a curtain, constantly falling from the sky.

"Yun'er, do you know what Confucianism is?"

The old man's eyes looked at the plum blossom forest in front of him and said lightly.

Fang Yun was stunned, but immediately replied:

"The grandson didn't dare to talk about it. Confucian culture has a long history, broad and profound, although the grandson knows some poems to catch the right, but he does not dare to talk about Confucianism and Taoism. ”

"Huh. ”

The old man smiled and nodded, as if he was quite satisfied with Fang Yun's reply:

"I have studied the way of Confucianism all my life, but I have not been able to study it thoroughly. However, since the outskirts of the city, when I moved back to my ancestral home. All of a sudden, I understood. Confucianism is actually very simple, the word Confucianism is taken apart, it is a 'person' word, a 'need' word. Confucianism is necessary for man, the so-called Confucian way is also the way of man!"

The old man had a look of memory in his eyes, and the experience of most of his life kept passing through his mind, shook his head, and said with emotion:

I have cultivated Confucian knowledge all my life, abandoned my sons and daughters, and only in my old age did I understand the true meaning of Confucianism!"

The old man's expression was quite emotional.

"Grandpa......"

Fang Yun looked at the old man in a daze.

"Yun'er, the martial arts you practiced. It should be known that a mouthful of righteousness in the chest of Confucianism can easily shock people in the evil way to death. But I ask you, do you know what Haoran righteousness is?"

The old man paused and continued to ask.

Fang Yun's eyes were thoughtful, and he was silent. Tonight, he always felt that his grandfather seemed a little strange. Something doesn't seem quite the same. But what is the difference, and there is no time to think.

"Haoran Righteous ......"

Fang Yun thought about it, from the perspective of martial arts, Haoran righteousness should be a kind of heaven and earth true qi, but what his grandfather wanted was definitely not this promise. After thinking about it, Fang Yun spoke:

"Haoran righteousness to yang to rigidity, belongs to heaven and earth, and is completely east of the evil breath. What belongs to the righteousness of human nature, comes together, and the power of manifestation ......"

The old man smiled and shook his head, Fang Yun immediately knew that what his grandfather wanted was not this answer. Stop talking about it immediately.

"Heaven and earth have righteousness, and they are given shapes, and the lower ones are the rivers, and the upper ones are the sun and the stars. It is said that Haoran is full of people, and it is ...... to be filled with darkness."

Liu Zhengxun showed a look of fascination in his eyes, and sighed in a subdued voice.

"This is what my teacher used to say to me. Today, my grandfather passed it on to you. The essence of this world is the spirit of Haoran, whether it is the sun, moon and stars, or the mountains, rivers and mountains, they are all transformed by this righteous qi. You say, between heaven and earth, what evil way can't be restrained by the aura of Haoran?"

Fang Yun's heart was shocked, and his whole body was like thunder. Grandpa's words were unheard of and unthinkable to him. As a great Confucian, my grandfather said this translation, which was naturally convincing. It's not something like Fang Yun that can be guessed from the outside world. In a trance, Fang Yun felt that he seemed to have some kind of enlightenment, this feeling was ethereal, if he was about to leave, he was only a little bit away, and he could catch it.

"Therefore, Confucianism never practices martial arts, and it can also shock those evil demons to death one by one......"

Liu Zhengxun glanced at Fang Yun, smiled imperceptibly, and turned his head again. Today's night is extraordinarily quiet, with a faint fragrance of cold plums wafting from the nose.

Liu Zhengxun slowly raised his head and looked at the top of his head. In a place that ordinary people can't see with the naked eye, there is a mighty, boundless, and mighty river like silver yarn, crisscrossing the world and the world.

This mighty river, with thousands of tributaries, is connected with the thoughts of tens of millions of Confucian scholars and students in the land of Jiuzhou, and gathers in the palace of Shangjing, turning into a mighty dynastic fortune, blessing the entire dynasty.

For thousands of years, from Yin, Shang to the Great Zhou, I don't know how many Confucian students, students, and Confucians' righteous thoughts have been fused into it, and they have gathered into this mighty river that supports the world!

However, now, this mighty river is becoming thinner, and the qi veins connected to the hearts of the world's scholars are being cut off one by one. Liu Zhengxun hadn't felt it so obvious before, but now, he clearly felt a taste of silence and death from this mighty river!

This is the catastrophe of heaven and earth, the smell of the extinction of Confucianism!

All dynasties, even if it is a change of dynasty, although it will affect this heroic river, it has never sent such a message. But now, although this mighty river is still cocooned, it has already exuded a smell of silence and death.

Liu Zhengxun is familiar with the history of the scriptures and knows that this situation has only appeared in one era. That's the Middle Ages!

For any great Confucian, it is a great cruelty to witness this gradual process of change. Perhaps, I am lucky.

"Yun'er, this is a book written by my grandfather in recent years, and it has been compiled into a book called "Jinglun". It brings together my grandfather's lifelong Confucian insights. Of your brothers, you are the only one who is the most accomplished in this area. Now, I'll pass it on to you!"

Liu Zhengxun suddenly took out a thread-bound booklet with endless ink fragrance from his arms and handed it over.

Fang Yun was shocked in his heart, and suddenly, he understood what was wrong. Grandpa's questions about these and entrusting this book. How is it like when he is dying and wants to keep the income of his life to himself and make a will.

Fang Yun looked at his grandfather carefully, and he was suddenly shocked at this look. In just a moment, my grandfather seemed to be much older. Originally, although he appeared old, he was in good spirits and had bright eyes, which made people not feel like an old man at all. But now, although his appearance has not changed much, his eyes have suddenly darkened.

Such a change in his eyes suddenly made him no different from a real old man. It gives people the feeling that they seem to be a lot older for a moment. What made Fang Yun feel even worse was that the "unrestrained**" he practiced was the most familiar with the soul.

But at this moment, Fang Yun felt that his grandfather's soul strength was rapidly weakening.

"Grandpa......

Fang Yun's voice trembled and shouted, he quietly grabbed the old man's body. Transmit a stream of true qi into it, trying to wash his meridians, do something.

"Hehe, Yun'er, do you feel it? My husband knows that he can't fool you. My deadline has arrived!"

The old man chuckled, his face light. The calm voice was like a bomb, exploding in Fang Yun's heart.

"Grandpa!"

Fang Yun exclaimed, and finally couldn't help but hug the old man tightly. His true anger poured into it frantically. Washing his body over and over again, trying to extend his life by transforming his body.

"It's useless!"

The old man smiled and calmly pushed away Fang Yun's hand: "All the great Confucians, when the time limit is approaching. will be felt in advance. I already felt it before you came to visit me that day. ”

"Grandpa, you ......"

Fang Yun hugged the old man tightly, his nose was sour, and he finally couldn't help crying. Suddenly, he understood why his grandfather had agreed so directly and so cheerfully.

Fang Yun never thought that the family had just gotten together and would face such a separation. The intuition of Confucianism has always been extremely keen. When the old man said this, it was basically equivalent to being unchangeable!

"Yun'er, you forgot. Grandpa, in fact, is just an ordinary old man, and sooner or later there will be such a day. It's just a matter of sooner or later!"

Liu Zhengxun patted Fang Yun's shoulder, and in turn assured Fang Yun. I don't know if it's an illusion, Fang Yun felt that his gaze was even more cloudy, and his back was even more hunched.

At this moment, my grandfather, who has been familiar with the scriptures for most of his life, seems to be an ordinary old man who is about to die!