It wasn't until the time of the war that the dark clouds that hung over Edo Castle gradually dissipated, and the torrential rain that had raged all night finally stopped.

The glimmer of dawn illuminates the eaves and carp streamers on both sides of the long street, and the neon tubes embedded in the signboards have long since been extinguished.

Crash.

The shoji gate of the izakaya was opened by Nagasaki Mine, and he was still wearing the blue Confucian shirt issued by the Confucius Temple, and the gaze in his eyes was slightly sloppy.

"Mr. said that we should always introspect and learn from the past, so let's revisit the chapter of 'Analects and Politics' on the road today."

Standing under the eaves of Nagasaki Mine, he muttered to himself and raised his hand in front of him, as if he was rummaging through the content he was preparing to review.

As his fingers touched the air in front of him, a figure that could not be seen by others appeared beside him, with a powerful figure and a pale face, revealing an elegant but tough temperament in his gestures.

"Student Zhang Feng has seen Confucius."

Nagasaki Feng bowed with an unusually respectful expression.

"If you learn without thinking, you will be reckless, and if you think without learning, you will die." Zhang Feng, do you know what it means? ”

Now that midday has passed, the workshops around Edo Castle have finished their work and are starting to work, so there are few people walking in the streets, but there are quite a few people huddled on the steps of the storefronts.

These people, without exception, are all vagabonds and beggars who are scavenging.

Indulging in low-quality alcohol and high-risk yellow sorghum dreams for a long time has completely rotted their minds and bodies. Even the officials of the Propaganda and Comfort Division, who often have a headache about where to find the strong men who are exported next time, will not fight the idea of such people.

Only the guards occasionally pay attention to them, as they are a group with a high incidence of 'Huangliang Ghosts' seizures.

There is a high probability that a 'yellow sorghum ghost' who came to this world through seizure will breed a rebellious psychology of revenge and destruction because of the distortion of the worldview and the gap in identity and status.

In the Wa area, where Honghu has been completely expelled, the 'Huangliang Ghost' has leapt from a social problem to a public security problem, and is the main work orientation of the city guards at present.

For these people, Nagasaki Mine didn't even bother to look at it.

At this moment, his mind was full of thinking about how to answer the question raised by 'Confucius' correctly and perfectly.

"Reading and thinking should go hand in hand, otherwise you will be confused because of lack of practice. But if we just blindly dream and ignore study and study, we will only build a tower on the sand, and we will eventually gain nothing. ”

Nagasaki thought about it for a long time, and finally gave what he thought was a satisfactory answer.

"Your explanation is just a literal retranslation of my words from a thousand years ago. It's still just a simple 'learning', and it doesn't do deep 'thinking'! ”

'Confucius''s stern tone made Nagasaki's heart tremble, and he hurriedly said, "Please Master, you can solve my doubts." ”

"You have to learn to put old theories in the context of the current situation, and to experience new truths from them, which is to learn from the past."

'Confucius' said eloquently: "Learning without thinking is reckless, not only to think, but also to break through the shackles and awaken the sleeping genes." If you can't be promoted to Confucianism, even if you learn for life, it is meaningless, and you will eventually fall into endless confusion. ”

Nagasaki Feng showed a sudden look on his face, nodded again and again, and his body, which was taken over by the brain machine, walked quickly in the direction of the Confucius Temple on its own.

"Master, what does it mean that if you think and don't learn, you will die?"

Nagasaki Mine turned into an alley, perhaps because of the heavy rain last night, and the alley was full of stagnant water, and all kinds of garbage floated up and down, and there was almost no place to put your feet.

In fact, there are many spacious roads to the Fourth Confucius Temple's 'Shushutang' located in the core area of the Southern District, but this cramped alley is the fastest shortcut. Nagasaki Mine, who had spent a lot of time cleaning in his own store, had no choice but not to be late.

In this complex environment, the brain computer loaded with 'Confucius' no longer has the power to control Nagasaki's body, and he can only take over by himself.

Nagasaki Feng hugged the hem of the green shirt tightly in his arms, and while carefully looking for the broken stone bricks that could settle down, he asked, "Is it possible that if I only seek the promotion sequence and forget to study the Confucian classics, it will only bring me destruction?" ”

"You can teach."

Confucius, who was treading water, nodded with satisfaction, "Benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom, and faith are the core priorities of Confucianism. If Zhang Feng wants to become an excellent Confucian order, you can't deviate from these five words. ”

"We must be kind to the people of the same order, uphold righteousness for our classmates, and maintain respect for the Confucian order"

"Ahh

A sudden exclamation interrupted Confucius's words, and Nagasaki Mine suddenly slipped and staggered as he jumped towards a brick that exposed the sewage.

Fortunately, Nagasaki reached out in time to grab a bulge on the wall next to him, which saved him from the danger of falling into a puddle.

"Whew"

Nagasaki Feng exhaled with palpitations, and was about to turn his head to apologize to 'Confucius', but his pupils suddenly constricted like pins.

Towering buildings on the left and right squeezed the airway into a narrow long line, and the rising morning light was completely blocked out, and Nagasaki's newly implanted brain computer adjusted his shimmering vision on its own, barely able to see his surroundings clearly.

As far as the eye can see, the walls are covered with large scarlet letters, and the brushstrokes are distorted, and the hatred in the hearts of the people who spray them can be seen with the naked eye.

[Longwu perished, Jiaqi extinguished! ] 】

[New Deal butcher's knife, kill my people! ] 】

[The red-clothed official robe is stained with the blood of the Japanese people, and the temple of the master is a cannibalistic purgatory! ] 】

Nagasaki Feng's whole body was cold, and he hurriedly cut off the ongoing course in his brain, and the 'Confucius' beside him dissipated without a trace in a shaking flicker.

He turned his head to look at the 'bulge' he was grasping in his left hand, it was the hilt of a wakicha, the blade that pierced into the wall reflected a blinding cold light.

Suddenly, Nagasaki Mine released his palm like an electric shock, and stepped back into the pit filled with sewage.

The scarlet slogans on the walls are all written in Japanese language, and every word is like a cannonball exploding in the heart of Nagasaki Mine.

An icy chill rose from the feet in the water, climbed up the torso, and spread to the aperture behind the skull.

Nagasaki Peak trembled suddenly, and invisibly, there seemed to be a flame burning in his heart, and the sound of his heartbeat made him tremble uncontrollably.

"If you want to become a qualified Confucian order, you must always keep in mind 'courtesy, righteousness, benevolence, wisdom and faith'."

In the dark, the master's voice seemed to echo in his ears, and Nagasaki Feng suddenly took off the incomparably precious student green shirt on his body, and wiped the red paint slogan on the wall like a madman.

The Fourth Confucius Temple in Edo Castle is called 'Shoshodo', and it is a complex of buildings that imitate the style of the former Ming Dynasty and occupy a large area. It is mainly composed of the Hall of the Ancestors, which enshrines the projection of the ancestors of Confucianism, and the school palace, which teaches according to the merits of genes.

The sun is rising, and it is already in time.

According to the rules of the study hall, this is the time for morning classes.

But today's book hall did not have the sound of reading aloud, and almost all the students gathered at the door of the school, lined up in a neat queue with the classes of the school palace.

[Warmly welcome the Edo Castle Propaganda Division and the same intellect of the Shoshu Temple]

A banner was pulled above everyone's heads, and the students standing in the back row stared closely at the shoulders of their predecessors, and as long as the other party moved, they immediately applauded vigorously.

Surrounded by a group of Mr. Confucius Temple, Liu Dian, who was wearing a scarf and an indigo shirt, walked out of the school.

"Lord Liu, there are still many achievements in our Shutang that we haven't had time to report to you, why are we leaving?"

Supervisor Qin, who was in charge of running the entire study hall, followed Liu Dian's side step by step, and sighed for a while.

(End of chapter)