"It's also in and out of the building, the king has practiced a strong martial arts, "The Yellow Emperor" is a success, and you ......"

Xunzi glanced at Zhang Cang meaningfully, and glanced back and forth on the pile of fat meat, which was self-explanatory.

"Shhh

Zhang Cang gasped.

[Chang'an Jun practiced "The Yellow Emperor"? Is it something that people can do to practice "The Yellow Emperor" to Dacheng? This mind is too cruel! If you want the sky to be like this, it is better to let the sky die! ]

Trembling, Zhang Cang saw that the teacher was constantly scrutinizing, and hurriedly defended:

"It's true that the disciple is a good woman, but the disciple is not for nothing. The private disciple must not be Chang Anjun's opponent, but Chang Anjun must not have a disciple to live long! The "Yellow Emperor" he practiced was a martial arts exercise, and Canglian's "Technique in the Room" was a practice of cultivating immortals! ”

Xunzi shook his head, feeling that this disciple was hopeless.

"If you put half of your mind on the right path to pursue delusions, you would have already been one of the members of the Qin Imperial Court. From ancient times to the present, from the three emperors and five emperors to the Qin dynasty, no one has ever been immortal. ”

When it comes to what he wants all his life, Zhang Cang looks serious.

"Even if you don't live forever, it's always good to live a little longer. can live 800 like Peng Zu, and Cang is also satisfied. Since studying the "Technique in the Room", the disciple's physical strength tends to be in the prime of life. The energy is far greater than that of people of the same age, and the age of the weak crown is not as good as the cang. The disciple vouched for his life, and this technique was by no means fake. ”

"The teacher didn't say that this technique was fake...... Forget it, everyone has their own ambitions, just follow you. ”

Living under the same roof as Guiguzi, who has lived for hundreds of years, Xunzi knows far better than his disciples what these so-called immortal cultivation methods are.

"At the beginning of man, nature is evil.

"But there is no good or evil in the instrument, it all depends on whether the person who uses the instrument is good or evil. In terms of power alone, the good use it to make the people happy, and the evil to use it to make the lives miserable. Zhou Gong vomited and fed, and the world returned to the heart. Youwang Fenghuo teased the princes, and the foundation of the Great Zhou Dynasty was burned, which is the reason.

"How ridiculous it is for you to say that the king is going against the sky with the power of heaven, but there are no people in the world, how can you come to heaven? The king was born in a princely family, and the throne was within reach, so he could not be moved by power, withdraw from it, and realize that the people are the foundation of the world and seek well-being for the people.

"Abandon private and seek public welfare, and be the enemy of heaven, although tens of millions of people go to me! Is this ridiculous? This is respectable too! ”

Speaking of this, Xunzi observed the demeanor of the disciple, and wanted to see what the disciple's mentality was from the surface, but he didn't listen to it.

[Cang thinks that Chang'anjun is more respectable because he often walks the tree-lined path and travels continuously, but the trees on the side of the road never hang hoarfrost. How could he, a child, come up with such a word! Nearly beautiful without losing one's body, arranging flowers and making jade without fertilizing, this is more against the sky than against the sky! ]

Zhang Cang looked admiring.

[Teachable.] ]

Xunzi nodded with satisfaction and continued:

"A person who thinks all day is not as much to learn as he is to read a book for a moment. It is better for a person to stand on tiptoe and jump to see the distance, than to climb to a high place and see the vastness. Ascend to a high place and wave, the arms are not lengthened, but others can see them from a distance. The voice does not become louder when it is shouted in the wind, but the listener can hear it clearly from a distance. With the help of chariots and horses, the feet are not much faster than others, but they can quickly reach thousands of miles away. Those who use boats may not be able to swim, but they can safely cross rivers.

"If you want to change the law, you should use everything you can use. Shang Tang destroyed Xia, and King Wu fell, it is better than that. If, as you said, you can't use the power of heaven to go against the sky, the world will still be the world where the people are not able to make a living.

"The words of the saints can make the world understand good and evil, and know the truth. However, words are not as powerful as swords, and those who can change the world are only princes throughout the ages. Those who can defy the heavens are all from the heavens. ”

Zhang Cang bowed his head slightly.

"The disciple got it."

Xunzi's heart moved.

"You still don't agree with the words of a teacher?"

Zhang Cang's answer was to know, not to be taught.

To know is to know, and to be taught is to agree.

Zhang Cang nodded, his expression unprecedentedly serious.

"How can the teacher be sure that the world after you and Chang'an Jun change the law will be better than the current one? The changes in the past dynasties have all changed from the extreme, and if they do not change, they will die, and they will fight violence with violence, and they will shed blood. Now Daqin is thriving, and its momentum is unstoppable like a dragon soaring for nine days. Your changes will inevitably lead to turmoil, and after the turmoil, will the world really be better than it is today? ”

"You have seen that the people who have honeycomb coal are better off than the people who don't.

"Teacher." Zhang Cang interrupted rudely and said in a deep voice: "Honeycomb coal is very simple, but the method is not simple, how can you compare the two?" If there is a problem with honeycomb coal, we can throw it away at any time. Once you are halfway through the process, you can't stop. It will end with the complete demise of one party, and it will never die! At the beginning of man, nature is evil. Cang thinks that you who are new to you may not do better than Your Majesty. This is a disciple's foolish thought, don't blame the teacher. ”

Zhang Cang bowed his head deeply.

Syllable~

Syllable~

Syllable~

Crisp, loud three sounds, Zhang Cang is extremely familiar with this sound.

His hands are still numb, and the redness and swelling have not disappeared, this is the sound of the ring ruler falling on the palm of his hand!

But his hands were clenched in front of him, not stretched out, and he didn't feel half beaten up and down.

Zhang Canghuo Ran raised his head.

"Teacher!"

He exclaimed, snatched the ring ruler from Xunzi's hand, and looked at the teacher's rapidly swollen hand—much more swollen than his, and his heart ached.

The voice just now, and the current injury, all show that Xunzi has been heavy on these three times. Instead of hitting him with a heavy blow, two or three times to make a show.

"Teacher, why do you want to beat yourself, what are you doing! Did the disciple say something wrong? The disciple said that you are wrong, you hit the disciple! ”

Xunzi smiled very kindly, and gently pinched Zhang Cang's fat face with the hand that had just held the ring ruler.

"You're not wrong, it's very good, and I'm glad that the teacher has a disciple like you."

"What is the teacher?"

"If you don't argue for the truth, but only for the sake of arguing, you should fight. You say without thinking about it, Chang'anjun wants to fight, and if you don't give an example, you will naturally fight if you don't think about it. ”

"Why? How can that! The disciple does not have this heart! ”

"When a disciple makes a mistake, the teacher will punish him, and if a teacher makes a mistake, he will not be punished, and there is no such reason in Confucianism. However, these three times as a teacher do not agree with what you say, and the teacher cannot prove to you that the world will be better than it is today after the Fa change. But as a teacher, we can be sure that the world after the change of law will be much better than it is today. You'll live longer, much longer than I am. If I can't see that day, remember to say that you are wrong at my grave, and tell me what the world is like. ”

"Yui!"

Zhang Cang bit his thick lip and nodded heavily.

[That world should be called "No".] ]

Xunzi's eyes showed longing, looking out the window, full of reluctance.

Time will tell, and he doesn't seem to have much time.

No matter how cold the wind was back then, he could fight the sword world without fear of cold with a single coat. And today it was snowing, and he was still shivering in the best quality cold leather jacket.

He took his disciple's hand and instructed:

"I must tell Qing."

"Hmm."

"I can't forget that."

"Hmm."

Zhang Cang's voice was distorted, and his throat was a little tight.

The old hand wiped the corners of Zhang Cang's eyes.

"If you cry a lot, everyone will die." Xunzi looked at his disciple fixedly and said with a smile: "Although I am dead, Confucianism and Taoism will last forever."

Half a decade passed.

Like an ordinary official, Ying Chengcheng personally sent bags of honeycomb coal to the people.

This black thing is not good-looking, but it is a life-saving thing.

On this day, he knocked on the door, followed his master into the house with a swagger as usual, put on a snow-white fox coat, and said proudly:

"What about the rest of your family? Call them out, and Naigong will only show you once. ”

The owner's family is a woman, with willow eyebrows and red phoenix eyes, not the beauty of the country and the city, but it is enough to be selected as a palace maid.

This woman is not only good-looking, but also slender and bumpy.

In the winter, when she went out to greet Ying Cheng, she was wearing a green silk dress, her face was pale and shivering.

The already white cheeks were even whiter, shivering from the cold, and shivering with fear when he looked at Yingcheng, like a frightened little rabbit.

"My lord, I'm the only one in the family."

The woman said cautiously, shrinking back, as if she was afraid that Ying Chengcheng would do something.

There was no light in the room, and the light from outside the window shone in, which happened to hit half of the woman's face, making her skin more and more white and transparent.

There is a saying that a white covers a hundred ugliness, not to mention that women are not only not ugly, but very beautiful, and they are more and more beautiful in the sun.

The furnishings in the house are also very simple, perhaps because she just got up, the woman led Yingcheng all the way to the living room.

The quilt on the bed was a little messy, but it was messy but not dirty. There was a wardrobe in the corner, the door was open, and inside it were some colorful silk clothes, all very transparent.

Ying Chengcheng sniffed his nose, and the vague aroma made him squint his eyes, and soon chuckled.

This fragrance is very familiar to him, it is an aphrodisiac fragrance, and it is commonly used in the building.

He casually threw away the bag, sat down on the bed, and patted his side.

"Come and sit."

The woman seemed to be startled, and shrank into the closet like a frightened fawn.

"My lord, what are you going to do!"

The petite body is hidden in the middle of the intimate clothes of the beauties who should have appeared on the balcony and concubines—lace-like black thongs, mesh threads, and thin red dresses.

In such a picture, where is hiding, it is clearly to increase the attack speed of the bad guys.

Ying Cheng leaned forward and said with interest:

"Interesting, you're interesting."

The woman continued to shrink back into the cupboard, wrapping the lace-like black thong around her hand.

"Your Excellency, please respect yourself, the Tingwei Mansion is not far from here, and you can reach it in half an hour."

Ying Chengcheng pointed to the woman's cabinet full of clothes.

"Do you know that most of these things in your cabinet are things I made?"

The woman tore off those attack speed suits and piled them in front of her, peeking at Ying Cheng Cheng in this pile of attack speed suits, her big eyes flashing, she was very scared, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

Ying Cheng laughed.

"You're a dramatist, aren't you? Or did your lord tell you that I like to get away with it, so you think you're flirting with me? ”

The woman shook her head suddenly, tears falling from her eyes, and there was a faint cry.

"I don't know what the adults are talking about, please respect yourself!"

If today's incident was the first day of delivering honeycomb coal, he would have turned around and left.

Because of Meng Fu's death, Ying Cheng's heart was not smooth, so he has been on the front line to send honeycomb coal to the people.

The white snow, the cold wind, and the busy life made his heart much happier than before.

In the past ten days, he has adjusted, and today he is very interested in this unexpected situation.

He didn't know who came up with this beauty trick, but he felt that the person who came up with this trick really understood men very well.

On such a snowy day, in a remote place in Xianyang, there was such a delicate woman trembling and wanting to refuse and welcome.

It makes people want to tear off the little clothing on their bodies, revealing the wonderful carcass under the half-light veil, and conquer it with a quick sprint with their own fiery warmth.

The aphrodisiac aroma in the air, as well as the pile of attack gear in the cabinet, will gradually make the battle climb to the peak, and the elite will be exhausted in the most intense fight.

"Look, on such a cold day, you went out to greet me in such a translucent silk suit, and you didn't even wear a bra. Do you dare to say that your clothes are for covering, not to tempt me?

"The people who live here are all poor, don't say that ordinary people buy your clothes, it's hard to see it, and you can't even think about it, this is too discordant, right?

"And you've drawn your eyebrows, and you've got pink on your face, and rouge on your lips. If you buy these things with money, I don't feel anything, but it's too expensive for ordinary people, let's talk about this bedding again. ”

Ying Cheng reached into it and pulled out a still warm sheepskin bag.

He shook the sheepskin bag and laughed:

"The hot water bottle is used, the people behind you are still really good to you, and you are reluctant to suffer a little, in fact, you are really cold and shivering, and the temptation for men is stronger.

"I also made the fragrance of this aphrodisiac aroma, how is it, does it smell good? I don't feel anything about my martial arts, what about you? Got a fever? ”

The woman's face was a little ruddy, her eyebrows and eyes seemed to be dripping, and she bit her lip and did not speak.

"It's okay, don't panic, I don't like to use strong." Ying Cheng waved his hand and said with a smile: "The effect of this aphrodisiac incense has reached the maximum, this is for fun, not chaotic, if you pounce on this gentleman, it is caused by your own heart, but you can't rely on this fragrance."

The woman didn't speak anymore, so she looked at Ying Chengcheng with that infatuated expression.

Ying Cheng walked to the cabinet with a smile, squatted down, hooked the woman's smooth chin, and lifted it up slightly.

A swan-like snow-white neck was exposed in front of Yingcheng's eyes, along with the delicate collarbone.

"Anyway, who sent you?

"Looking at the way you set it up, the person sent behind you didn't want to hide it from Benjun at all. If you don't speak, won't it make his mind go to waste? ”

The woman was silent and silent.

Ying Cheng raised his eyebrows, slightly strained his hand, squinted and smiled:

"Is it my old but still beautiful grandmother Zhao Ji?

"Or is it the little brother Ganluo who doesn't listen to my orders much?

"Or someone I don't know, tell me."