Jin County.

Zhang Si, the county lieutenant, was dressed in armor and led a hundred Qin army soldiers to surround the county mansion.

With Zhang Si's order.

After a few crisp sounds of gold and iron clashes, the heavy bronze Changge knocked on the door of the county mansion in the form of violence.

Zhang Si was about to give an order for a group of Qin troops to rush in and arrest the county commander Wu Qiu, when the figure of Wu Qiu, the county commander of Jin County, appeared in front of him.

Wu Qiu was dressed in a Confucian shirt, with a retro wooden crown popular in the Spring and Autumn Period on his head, which was fastened with a turban, and in his hand he held a bright sword, two feet long.

Behind him were a group of Confucian protégés who dressed like Wu Qiu and served as officials in the county government.

These Confucian protégés, some old and some young, have resolute expressions, some panic, and some regard death as home.

Most of their swords are stable, and a few are trembling.

"What kind of trouble is this from Wu County?"

Zhang Si, the county lieutenant, raised his hand and stopped the Qin army behind him who was about to shoot with his bow wound.

"Lord County Shou doesn't want the life of Wu County Order, he just wants to expel Wu County Order from Han Land.

"Wu County Order, for the sake of you working with me, I would like to persuade you, don't make mistakes."

For Zhang Si, these words are definitely bitter.

The military generals of the Qin State first valued military merits, and Wu Qiu and others made such a posture of disobedience, if it was placed when he first came to Jin County, Zhang Si would definitely shoot him directly as a military merit.

Now, Zhang Si is a little unbearable.

Since the great Confucian Wu Qiu came to Jin County, Jin County has been getting better with the naked eye. The order issued by Xinzheng before was also all in obedience to the county order, and Zhang Si recognized Wu Qiu.

"Lord Zhang, since the autumn served as the county order, the transformation of Jin County is obvious to all. I didn't make a mistake this autumn, just a paper order, and I want to be the official of autumn, this ......"

"Wu County Order."

Zhang Si raised his hand and swung forward.

Fifty Qin soldiers with sharp arrows were wound, and they pulled the feathers at the tail of the arrows, and opened their bows like a full moon.

Bouncing ~

The tense sound of the bowstring was like a life-urging talisman, which made the faces of more than a dozen Confucian scholars change greatly.

When the long is the long ~

Four of them couldn't even hold their long swords and fell to the ground by mistake.

Zhang Si's expression was grim.

"Sinai is a soldier, only obey the orders of the superior, your words have nothing to do with Si."

He took a step back.

"Go, or die."

Pointed at by fifty arrows, Wu Qiuhun was not afraid.

He suddenly looked back, his white hair fluttering, and shouted:

"Pick it up!"

"Yui."

"Yui."

"Yui."

“…… Only! ”

The three Confucian scholars gritted their teeth and picked up their long swords.

The last Confucian replied with some hesitation and a little choked.

But he answered anyway, and very loudly, picked up the sword.

"I regret that I shouldn't abandon my brother and go, and I regret that I shouldn't have gone to the Xuanniao Palace. A thief can destroy my body, but he can't break my heart! ”

Wu Qiu looked back, with a resolute face, stepped forward, and brazenly raised his sword forward!

"There is no way in the world, martyrdom!"

He shouted, his old, thin figure was unusually tall in the eyes of the Confucian scholars.

The old voice is also so sacred.

The Confucian scholars were a little obsessed, a little dizzy, and some enthusiastic.

At this very moment.

"Put."

A word without emotion.

Whoosh whoosh swish~

The unstoppable sharp arrows of the flesh shot out towards the old sword-wielder, and the enhanced version of the Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle pierced Wu Qiu's body.

The figure of the old man rushing forward immediately retreated, and was shot back to its original position by the strength of these fifty arrows, and fell into the crowd of Confucian scholars.

Blood, stained the shirt red.

The Confucian scholars were frightened.

Their blood is no longer boiling, their passion is no longer surging, they want to blurt out, and the belief that the Great Confucian was martyred is no longer firm.

Wu Qiu, who was lying on his back, was full of arrows in front of him, and the turban wrapped around the wooden crown was also broken by the arrows, causing the heavy and retro wooden crown to break away from his head and fall to the ground.

Zhang Si glanced sideways at Wu Qiu, who was shot into a hedgehog, and his chest was still undulating. Thinking of Wu Qiu's contribution to Jin County, he wanted the Qin army behind him to enter the county order and confiscate the long swords of these Confucian scholars.

As soon as he stepped forward, his gaze suddenly froze.

Wu Qiu actually struggled to sit up!

[A scholar can be so ......]

Zhang Si stopped the Qin army behind him from stepping forward to mend the knife.

In his experience, with such an injury, every small movement is a pain of ten thousand arrows piercing the body.

Such a person deserves a little grace from him Zhang Si - such an injury is bound to die anyway.

Wu Qiu's face was painful, and the physical pain made him mentally tortured.

He trembled and felt the crown on the ground, touched the turban, and then with his hands covered with sticky blood, he put the crown on his head upright, and then tied it with a turban and fixed it.

After a few shakes, the wooden crown did not move.

Maybe it was because he didn't exert himself – he didn't even have the strength to shake his head hard.

He opened his mouth, and blood gushed out.

The blood made him unable to speak, and no one could hear what he said.

I could only hear the sound of "lotus" and "goo-goo" brought out by the wind passing through the blood.

He sat down, bowing his head harder than he had shaken in front of him.

His head shook twice, and the crown shook.

He's dead, but the crown is still there.

Behind him, an old Confucian with wrinkles on his face was full of tears.

"It is inevitable that a gentleman will die and be crowned!"

He shouted, saying what his senior brother said but didn't get out.

Then, like his brother, he ran, charged, and went forward.

"It is inevitable that a gentleman will die and be crowned!"

"There is no way in the world, martyrdom!"

"Ahh

“……”

Zhang Simeiyu frowned.

The group of Confucian scholars shouting in front of him completely exhausted the patience he had left.

Although there were still many Confucian scholars who did not move, they trembled and their long swords fell.

However, Zhang Si was already annoyed.

Shameless for face, isn't it?

"Shoot the arrows! Not a single one to stay! ”

He snorted.

Sharp arrows are fired, round after round.

The land of the county order of Jin County is stained with blood.

All the Confucian beings died.

Jin County was lucky, at least Zhang Si gave Wu Qiu a chance.

In the other two cities managed by the Great Confucian, the county lieutenant saw the Great Confucian holding a long sword and ordered him to be shot.

Nanyang is born, and he is white-headed overnight.

In the prime of life, he was haggard like an old man in his seventies and eighties, kneeling on the ground and weeping bitterly.

"Brother Chunyu, born as a Confucian, it can only be like this, it can only be like this! Life can't be saved! ”

As early as Xianyang, the two agreed - the survival of Confucianism is greater than everything!

The news of the martyrdom of the three great Confucians reached Xinzheng, and Qiang dripped.

What made him heavy was not the death of the three great Confucians, but the attitude of the lord.

Although the lord said clearly and clearly in the past, if he does not change, he will kill, but he knows that his own lord actually does not like to kill.

The guests of Chang'an Junfu are recognized as the benevolence of Chang'an Jun's women.

Therefore, when Ying Chengcheng was flipping through it, he said on the side:

"Your Majesty, it's not your fault."

"Nonsense, of course it's not my fault, and it's not like I didn't let them go."

Ying Chengcheng glanced at it briefly, then closed the chapter and handed it back to Qiang.

Qiang was slightly stunned and took it.

"What does that expression mean?"

"I think that the king will ...... Kick oneself. ”

"I want to open up the wisdom of the people, choose the Confucian method of proclaiming virtue, and tear off the moral shackles of Confucianism kidnapping the people.

"They want to die as a martyr, defend Confucianism in their hearts, and sacrifice their lives for fame.

"They want to kill themselves, I fulfill their demands, what do I have to blame myself."

Ying Chengcheng had a leisurely gait and walked into the inner room.

"Everyone has their own choices and is responsible for their own choices.

"It's their choice, it's what they want."

After forcing the lord to leave, he glanced at the chapter with a sneer.

"Ignorance! Stupid! ”

…………

Yiyang.

The scientist called on a group of Mo protégés, and first copied all the books of the Mo family.

This is not limited to Mohist books, but hundreds of books, such as "Analects", "Mozi", "The Art of War", "The Art of War", "The Art of War", "Huizi" and other books must be copied.

These transcribed books are punctuated versions of the Mohists.

Then all the movable type printing was used to print and reproduce.

"It's right to break away from King Qin and stay away from Xianyang, your lord has finally let go of his hands and feet."

Scientists calibrated with relief.

Punctuation, movable type, paper.

These things have been invented a long time ago, but they have been suppressed by the First Emperor and not allowed to be passed on, and scientists have long been unhappy.

Now that they have achieved their wishes, scientists are very excited.

Looking at the eyes of the people of Yiyang who are thirsty for knowledge and the speed at which the people of Yiyang are learning and progressing, the scientists are very happy.

The happiness of the Mo family giant is simple, but it is also difficult.

When the news of the death of the Great Confucian in Jinxian County came, the scientists smiled even more happily.

"The king is vigorous and resolute, and he kills well, very well! Hahaha! ”

Among the hundreds of schools, only the Mo family has Ren Xia, and the sword is uneven.

…………

Wild King.

Wu Shi, the county magistrate, looked at the punctuation marks in front of him, and was a little embarrassed for a while.

He sent letters to Tang Bing, the commander of Yangcheng County, Cui Guang, and Zhou Shu of Baicheng County, asking the three of them to come to Yewang to talk to him.

It was also the three county commanders who had this intention, and on the day they received the letter, they drove lightly and set off for Yewang.

The three of them are not worried about problems in the city after leaving, Taoism does nothing, and what they advocate is a nature, that is, it is better to care.

The basic structure of the city has been put in place, and the people are on the right track. They think they've gotten to the point where they don't have them.

On the table is a thin piece of paper, on which are written fourteen kinds of punctuation marks.

The four Dadao sat in the four directions of the table, southeast, northwest, staring at the paper, and then at the people around them, and no one spoke first.

"Ahem."

Yewang County made Wu Shi cough.

He is the host, so naturally he should start first.

"Gentlemen, do you want to add this punctuation mark to the classics and teach it in the school?"

Cui Guang pinched the few beards that he deliberately left under his chin, and said hesitantly:

"I think that there should be no twists and turns at this time. The people of Yangcheng are happy every day, and the acres of grass and seedlings in the fields are planted. Now the peasants do the peasant business, the blacksmith does the blacksmith business, and the officials do the clerk's business, just like the ancient Yao Shun time. Suddenly, punctuation marks are added to the classics to reduce the difficulty of learning, and I am afraid that many people will rush to enter the hall. Except for studying, everything fails. ”

Wu Shi nodded sympathetically, Cui Guang's thoughts were the same as his worries.

The original heart, and the Taoist ideas they inherited, made them not want to incorporate punctuation into the system.

However, if the matter was so simple and could be handled, Wu Shi would not need to call the three old friends to meet with him.

"If we don't spread it, others will spread it, what's the explanation?"

Baicheng County Ling Zhou Shudao, next to the city of this avenue, is the city managed by the Great Confucian.

"In recent days, the people of Baicheng have been lost, and there are many people who go to the black city next door. In the long run, there are more people in the black city and fewer people in the white city. If the people of Baicheng are gone, nothing will be done. The black city is flourishing, and the white city is declining, which must be observed. ”

This is the main reason why Wu Shi gathered three old friends.

They came to Handi from Xianyang, not to do voluntary labor and dedication, but to prove the strength of Taoist governance.

As soon as Confucianism announced punctuation marks and carried the banner of Chang'anjun, it made them very passive. They don't want to do it, but if they don't do it, Taoism can't compare to Confucianism - to govern the country is to govern the people, and if people are gone, it's better than a fart.

In Guanzhong, this kind of thing will not happen, and the Qin law prohibits the people from running around - it is not allowed for ordinary people to run from one city to another, violating the Qin law.

In fact, the Four Great Daos can also do this, but to do so is contrary to the Taoist tenet - not to go against nature, to rule by inaction.

On the basis of not using punctuation marks and not violating the tenets of Taoism, the four avenues had a friendly exchange for a while, and then to no avail.

Wu Shi, Zhou Shu, and Cui Guang were all a little depressed.

At this time, Tang Bing, who was the youngest of the four and couldn't help but speak bluntly in the Xianyang Palace, pulled the paper and shook it twice in his hand.

Bang blah blah blah blah~

This sound made the eyes of the three Great Dao focus on the way of inquiry.

"Gentlemen, I have a question.

"In this punctuation, do you think it is good or bad?"

Three avenues, you look at me, I look at you, silent for a long time, there is no way to speak with a clear conscience.

"Great goodness."

"Cangjie makes civilization continue, and punctuation makes it easier to continue civilization."

"With this punctuation mark, the classics of the former sages are not confused, and everyone can get them."

Syllable~

Slapping the paper the table, Tang Bing, the commander of the county, said blatantly:

"That's it! Transmit! Taoist cities are used! Immediately compile my Taoist classics such as "Tao Te Ching" and "Zhuangzi" with punctuation marks! ”

Cui Guang said with some reluctance:

"But this is contrary to the purpose of my Taoism, and it may become a disaster to forcibly intervene in this matter with manpower."

"Brother Cui's words are wrong."

Tang Bing's fingertips poked at the paper on the table.

"Cangjie makes words, can you make it not make it? Chang'an Jun created punctuation, can you destroy it?

"Although this thing is manpower, it is already the way of heaven, and the use of punctuation marks is to conform to the way of heaven!

"Cangjie made words, heaven and earth cried, ghosts and gods cried, crying I humanity has been prosperous for a long time since then.

"Chang'an Jun created punctuation marks, although there are no celestial phenomena, but there are human traces, and the three Confucian mantis arms as a car have given their lives.

"If you don't use punctuation, you don't conform to the way of heaven, and then there will be disaster.

"I am waiting to use it to conform to the way of heaven, what can be the harm of this?"

Tang Bing's words raised Ying Chengcheng to the same echelon as Cangjie, the sage who created words.

Although the words seem to make sense, but in fact, they really have to correct the truth, and the three Dadao can completely refute it.

However, the three avenues did not refute.

They nodded heavily with teachable expressions on their faces.

"Color!"

They were willing to accept Tang Bing's statement and find a reasonable explanation for their actions.

We didn't go against nature, we still obeyed the way of heaven!

(End of chapter)