The biography, compiled by Wang Yangming's disciples based on his quotations and letters, is a representative work of Confucianism.

Rong Fei was influenced by the Internet for a period of time in his previous life, and he was obsessed with Wang Dashengren, so he deliberately went to the bookstore to read "Biography". But because of the limited knowledge of ancient literature, I just scribbled it over. I can't talk about any experience, and I can remember very little of it.

In fact, among the many Confucian classics, Rong Fei knows the most is the "Analects", and the reason why "Chuanxilu" is the last killer feature today is actually because of feelings.

In the feudal dynasty period of the previous life, everything was inferior, only reading was high. It is the ultimate ideal of all scholars to obtain an official position through scientific examinations, and then use what they have learned in their lives to achieve the ideal of self-cultivation and family governance.

Or they may open a college to teach and carry forward their academic ideas.

The most unfortunate thing is also to cultivate and read heirlooms, cultivate one's self-cultivation, and concentrate on learning.

But in this world, there is another option added to it - into the book mountain!

In the eyes of the world's readers, entering the mountain of books is the first choice.

Only those who have no hope of entering the book mountain will choose to come to Kyoto to participate in the scientific expedition and enter the official career.

For example, Gu Fengxiao of the Immortal Division, who came to Kyoto after losing the selection of Shushan, turned out to be still on the list, and finally had no choice but to join the Immortal Division.

Entering the Book Mountain, you can practice Haoran Qi and become a monk, becoming a monk is not only superior, but also can strengthen the body and live a long life, even if you can't fly to become an immortal, but you can live a few hundred years longer than ordinary people, but you are happier and more comfortable than being an official.

Why has the number of Confucians in Shushan skyrocketed in recent years, while Dayan has completely stagnated?

Just because Shushan was able to take the first step to include the most qualified reading seeds in his bag, the scholars who came to Kyoto to participate in the scientific expedition were all second-class goods that Shushan picked up.

This is above the innate Confucianism in Kyoto, which has already lost a chip.

Another point is that there are less than 100 formal disciples in Shushan, and the number of registered disciples usually does not exceed 300, and the number of full disciples is less than 400. On the mountain of books, there are fifteen great Confucians, and there are many people who are equally profound in their knowledge, but they still need time to accumulate to teach. It is no exaggeration to say that the formal disciples of Shushan are almost enjoying one-to-four, one-to-three, and even one-to-one elite teaching.

On the other hand, in many seowon in Kyoto, one gentleman can teach a dozen students at a minimum, or even thirty or forty students, can the quality of teaching be the same?

There is a more critical reason, the book mountain has been inherited for thousands of years, and the collection of classic books can only be described as a vast sea of smoke, among which there are many solitary and unique books that are not allowed to be passed on. Kyoto Castle has only been established for 800 years, and the gap between the world and the world is comparable. Chinese Net

In Rong Fei's view, studying is not to serve the country and not to seek benefits for the people, this is not doing a proper job.

It is not impossible for scholars to practice, but for the purpose of ascending to immortality or being at ease, it is a pure crooked and evil way.

In the past, although Rong Fei was not used to it, his ability was limited and he was powerless.

But now that we have such an opportunity, we have to find a way to kill this unhealthy trend.

Wang Dashengren's theoretical thought of the unity of knowledge and action is a powerful medicine for the symptoms in Rong Fei's view.

"There is no good and no disgusting body, there is good and evil action. It is conscience to know good and evil, and to do evil for good is to be a good thing."

Under the urging of Huang Liangyi, Rong Fei directly wrote down the text he was most familiar with in the biography.

The last stroke fell, the wind and clouds above the sky suddenly changed, and the clouds and mist that had receded rolled violently, and there was a faint thunder among them. The jade pen phantom like the Optimus Pillar tried to intercept it again, but it was shaken by the thunder.

Whew~Whew~

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the clouds and mist of the literary qi broke through the interception of the phantom of the jade pen and surged towards the innocent dwelling again.

"Write, keep writing, don't stop!"

Huang Liangyi didn't care about seeing what shocking words Rong Fei had written at this time, he just craned his neck and stared at the movement of the clouds and mist without blinking, and kept roaring to urge Rong Fei.

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Bin's face suddenly changed, and he pulled Fang Datong and whispered a few words in his ear hurriedly.

Fang Datong slapped his thigh, beckoned all the Confucians together, and after muttering in a low voice, the Confucians dispersed.

There were four people who went to guard the four garden gates, and the rest went to the courtyard next to them.

Soon, in addition to the fifteen great Confucians, Rong Fei, Liu Yingrong, and Zhu Yueyao, the rest of the Confucian scholars, including servants, maids, cooks, and other idle people, were all driven out.

The thousands of people guarding outside were still looking up to marvel at the wonders in the sky, and then they found that all the lucky ones who had taken the lead in setting the yard had been driven out.

I went up to ask what happened, but the people who were kicked out didn't know anything.

In the crowd, Zheng Ziqiu looked up at the sky getting closer and lower, as if it was about to press on the top of people's heads, a rich and almost substantial literary cloud, and his eyes were full of shock, puzzlement and worry.

What's going on inside?

Why is the literary atmosphere of Shushan so plundered... Shocking!

The clouds of literary qi shrouded the top of the book mountain, and there was a sound - huh?

Be... Venerable!

All the Shushan disciples, Jiaoxi, and Great Confucians were stunned by this "um".

What happened that surprised the Venerable, who was already a land immortal?

Huang Liangyi quickly noticed the movements of Gao Bin, Fang Da and the others, and after a little thought, he understood their intentions.

The clouds and mist in the sky have already slanted down and merged with the inherent cultural atmosphere of Kyoto, and the phantom of the jade pen is no longer useless, but just quietly suspended in the sky.

At this time, there were only five people left in the garden: Huang Liangyi, Fang Datong, Gao Bin, Liu Yingrong and Zhu Yueyao, and of course, today's protagonist - Rong Fei.

The five of them tiptoed into the pavilion, and stopped when they were still two steps away from the table, for fear of disturbing Rong Fei, who was flying like a pen, and stretched their necks to look at the handwriting on the paper.

"Learning must be against oneself. If you blame others in vain, you will see only what others are not, and not yourself. If you can turn against yourself, you will see that you have a lot of unfinished places, and you will blame others?"

"If you know, how do you remember? You must know that it is already the second righteousness. As long as you know your own body. If the disciples had to remember, they would not have known; If a disciple wants to know, he will not know his own being."

"People need to grind in things in order to stand, to be still and stable, and to be stable in movement."

Rong Fei really didn't remember much of the content in the biography, and it took him four sheets of paper to fill his stomach. I pouted my lips, but I didn't care about it, and I didn't care about it, and I wrote all the famous sentences in Confucian classics such as the Analects, Mencius, and Universities.

"The saint speaks often but does not speak strangely, speaks virtuous but not powerful, speaks rule but does not speak chaotic, speaks man but not God."

"It's a great husband... The rich and the rich cannot be moved, the poor and the lowly cannot be moved, and the mighty cannot be bent, this is called a great husband!"

"The time is not as good as the place, the place is not as good as the people... Those who have attained the Tao have much help, but those who have lost the Tao have little help..."

After making up two more words, Rong Fei was thinking about writing a little more, when there was a sudden loud click in the sky, and there was no light, but there was a thunderous sound.

Rong Fei's hands shook in fright, the hairs on his body stood up, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on the top of his head.

it! Is it thundering?

For no reason, four words popped up in Rong Fei's mind - too much!

It's copied so hard that God can't stand it.

That's it, these estimates are enough.

Rong Fei muttered to himself with palpitations, and then pretended to be overwhelmed, fell down on the table, and fell asleep.

Huang Liangyi and Fang Datong were quick with their hands, and at the moment when Rong Fei's body was about to make contact with the table, they pulled out all the papers with handwriting on them.

At this time, the Wen Qi in the sky was no longer tumbling and rushing, and retreated to the southeast with the phantom of the jade pen.

Huang Liangyi closed his eyes and felt it with his heart, and suddenly his mouth grinned directly to the root of his ears.

Seventy-three open.

Hey, hey, hey, Kyoto seven, book mountain three.

Kyoto Confucianism has won a big victory!

The old immortal priest in Shushan still played a role in sacrificing the saint's treasures, otherwise the pattern of the heavens and the earth is very likely to become eighty-two or even ninety-one.

The Confucians, who were guarding the surrounding courtyards to prevent Xiaoxiao from climbing over the wall, saw the scene of Wenqi retreating, so they ran back one after another.

"Let me see, look let me see."

"What kind of shocking article is written, and it has won so much literary tone."

"Hahahaha, hurry, hurry! The orthodoxy of Confucianism in Kyoto is irrefutable."

Fellow Confucians, you and I surrounded Huang Liangyi and Fang Datong in the middle of the paper.

The conversation and laughter stopped abruptly, and for a moment, the huge garden was silent and could be heard of falling pins.

The fifteen great Confucians even stopped breathing.

After reading all the contents of the six pieces of paper written by Rong Fei, the fifteen people exhaled the turbidity that had been suffocated in their chests for a long time.

Thirty eyes looked at the pavilion in unison, looking at Rong Fei, who was lying on the table and sleeping soundly, and was being taken care of by the eldest princess Zhu Yueyao and Liu Yingrong, the daughter of the old shoufu.

This... This... Is this really from his pen?

A stinky boy who is not yet twenty years old, and whose milk has not dried up, can write such ... Wait...

Even Huang Liangyi and other great Confucians, they didn't know how to describe it for a while, or to honor the sentences and contents written on these six pieces of paper.

"These words must not be leaked, otherwise, I am afraid that someone will jump over the wall."

After Huang Liangyi called all the great Confucians aside, he lowered his voice and admonished.

All the great Confucians nodded in agreement.

The reason why Gao Bin and Fang Datong drove out everyone in the Innocent House just now was what they were worried about.

"But you can't keep it hidden, this may be to reverse the decline of my Confucianism in Kyoto and go back to the roots... Ahem... Ahem... What a chance."

The oldest Confucian in the field said with an excited expression.

"What Elder Chu said is that these... I will go to His Majesty immediately and see His Majesty's attitude before making a decision."

Huang Liangyi carefully rolled up six pieces of rice paper and hid them in his wide sleeves.

"Let's go, let's go!"

The Confucians shouted not to be left behind.

"What about Rongfei?"

"The real is the virtual, the virtual is real, and the virtual and the real make it even more impossible for Xiaoxiao to speculate."

"It makes sense, as long as these contents are not leaked for a day, Rong Fei will be safe for a day. Let's go and see Your Majesty."

After the Confucians explained that Zhu Yueyao and Liu Yingrong must have taken good care of Rong Fei, they left in a hurry.

When the garden was quiet again, Rong Fei quietly opened his eyes a gap, but he was frightened by Liu Yingrong's words and quickly closed them again.

"What's the use of just looking at it, but you should go and ask Your Majesty to recruit him as a colt."