In the strict sense of the word, these people are not yet true saintly disciples.

There are only a few students in this group, and most of the rest are not even students, but have just finished reading the Four Books and the Five Classics.

Just when Ning Jue was stunned.

The scholar picked up the tablet of the "Holy Master" that was broken by Ning Jue.

He glared at Ning Jue with angry eyes and said loudly: "Ning Ke is the end!" You insult the sages! ”

"I'm going to go to the Yamen of the Ministry of Rites to sue you, but I want to see if the ministries of the Ministry of Rites still know whose protégés they are!"

As soon as these words came out, a group of scholars roared away.

Ning Jue's whole body stayed in place.

"They're leaving?!"

Ning Jue looked at Zhu Xizhong blankly.

I saw that Zhu Xizhong still had a watermelon seed hanging from the corner of his mouth, and slowly stretched out a thumb.

"Brother Xian, cow!"

Ning Jue completely understood.

Isn't it just a book burning?

Pit Confucianism is a hard work, but book burning is not!

Ning Jue came back to his senses and rummaged through his luggage.

It's just that I only found a few books that were as good as water, and the rest of the books were all thrown in the capital.

is a huge Chengguo Mansion, but I didn't find a book related to the way of Confucius and Mencius.

I turned out a lot of miscellaneous books without covers.

After looking through it carefully, Ning Jue found the title of the article.

"Out of ...... Wall notes? ”

Zhu Xizhong's old face turned red, and he yelled at the backyard: "His grandmother's, let you take care of those babies, and let them read these idle books at home every day?!" ”

"Sooner or later, one day Lao Tzu will burn all these idle books!"

Before Zhu Xizhong's words fell, Ning Jue interrupted himself: "Okay, you don't have to bother, I'll come." ”

Ning Jue picked up the pen and wrote from the covers of these books.

In just a few strokes, these idle books with blank covers have become "Analects" and "Book of Rites".

Before Zhu Xizhong came back to his senses, Ning Jue had already run out with these stacks of books.

"No, it's really burning?!"

"Hey, Brother Xian, listen to me!"

——

Outside the Yamen of the Ministry of Rites.

Gu Kexue, who got the news in advance, was blocked by the officials of the Ministry of Rites before he escaped from the yamen of the Ministry of Rites.

"Hui Yan! Jiangnan culture is tied to the southern capital, where are you going? ”

Gu Kexue looked at the several waiters in front of him awkwardly and smiled bitterly: "I'll just go, let's go." ”

In less than a cup of tea, a bunch of scholars walked towards the yamen of the Ministry of Rites with a handful of snot and tears.

If it weren't for the lack of a coffin, this battle would be bigger than the movement of ordinary people's funerals!

"Senior brothers! Naninke will finally break the saint's tablet! ”

With that, the group of scholars burst into tears.

"That's where the evidence is!"

Look at the plaque of the "Holy Master" that has been trampled to pieces.

Many officials in the yamen of the Ministry of Rites knelt on the ground.

The three generations of Confucian scholars hugged a few pieces of sawdust and cried.

"First saint! First saint! It's the disciples who are not good! ”

"Senior brother, it's not your fault, it's that we are too weak to fight that evil obstacle, and we have disgraced the ancestors!"

It's just that these officials of the Ministry of Rites who have been in the officialdom for a long time are obviously much stiffer than this group of scholars.

Crying and crying, the murderous aura of this group of people gradually became stronger.

"It's not too much to kill! He Ning Ke still has my Holy Sect in his eyes, do you have disciples of my generation?! ”

"Brother Huiyan! Do you want to go to the end of the day?! ”

Gu Kexue, who was kneeling on the side, was stunned when he heard this, and then said without thinking: "Ginseng!" Must See! ”

"The old man is the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and he should take the lead!"

Hearing this, a group of scholars in the yamen finally found the backbone.

"I also hope that Mr. Gu, don't forget to attach our names and surnames to the table!"

Gu Kexue nodded again and again.

"Okay, I'll transcribe your names and surnames, and I'll leave the matter to you."

Gu Kexue skillfully picked up a pen and said continuously: "He must be cured of the crime of rebellion!" What is he called? That's disrespectful! ”

"Please also ask all colleagues, according to the system, from the express delivery to Beijing!"

"Whoa!"

I don't know whether it is intentional or unintentional, Gu Kexue said that the word "according to the system" is extraordinarily heavy, and it deviates from everyone's thinking.

The officials of the Ministry of Rites were busy, and one of the attendants was about to walk towards the bookcase.

"The Holy ......"

Before he could reach the bookcase, the squire froze in place.

Then he cried loudly.

"Ladies and gentlemen! In the ninth year of Jiajing, the monarch's father deposed the first holy king! ”

Since the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, Confucius's title has been King Wenxuan.

If Ning Jue is the tablet of King Wenxuan who is trampled on, it will naturally be a great rebellion and a crime.

But after the Great Rites Discussion that year, Jiajing, who was angry for a while, issued a holy oracle tablet, abolished the saint and the prince, and changed the title to "The Most Holy Teacher".

Although it did not affect the status of the saint in the hearts of the world's scholars.

But I really wrote it down according to the book, and the Da Ming Law didn't say what kind of title the Holy Master was!

Gu Kexue also did not transcribe the names and surnames of scholars.

Just stood aside and touched the tears.

"How about that?"

The scholars holding the plaque were also stupid.

"Gentlemen, this evil obstacle tramples on the ancestors, and I can't cure its crimes?"

Gu Kexue had to complain on the side: "If the law of the country is like this, we still need to find another law and another ......."

Don't wait for Gu Kexue to finish.

An old figure walked into the yamen of the Ministry of Rites.

"The rule of law in the country is inadequate, and there is still my generation to do the right thing for heaven!"

When he saw the person's appearance clearly, Gu Kexue froze in place.

A scholar didn't know it, so he asked, "Dare to ask the old gentleman?" ”

"All beings should boldly do the way for the heavens, but if anyone is killed, it will be said that I Yongfeng Nie Shuangjiang killed him! If the court wants to kill the head, then let the court kill the old man's head! ”

After finishing speaking, the old man looked at Gu Kexue.

"I haven't seen you for many years, is Huiyan okay?"

"Shuangjiang is in good spirits, and Gu is ashamed."

The older you get, the easier it is to feel the vicissitudes of life.

In the past, when Gu Kexue first entered the court, he was born far above Nie Bao, and after half a life, Gu Kexue became a urine practice.

Nie Bao explained to the whole world what it means to be left and right.

In the twelfth year of Zhengde, Nie Bao worshipped Yan Song as his teacher, and in the fifteenth year of Zhengde, Nie Bao accepted another apprentice named Xu Jie, and in the fifth year of Jiajing, he worshipped Wang Shouren as his teacher.

At present, there are two elders in the Ming Dynasty, one is Nie Bao's teacher, and the other is Nie Bao's apprentice, and he is the first disciple of the hot Wang Sage in the Ming Dynasty.

In the original history, the name of the last article written by Nie Bao in his life is called "Young Master Yan Gong's Eighty Birthday Order", after the change of Gengxu, Xu Jie, Yan Song jointly named Bao Fu Nie Bao, who was idle at home, to promote the military department of Shangshu, and Zhu Longxi, the official who attached Tao Zhongwen, played the "ban on opening the seaside mutual market", and the edict was raised by the cabinet, and the celebrant approved the red and issued to the Ministry of War.

Shi Zai: Leopards are not good.

Hearing the word "Shuangjiang", the scholars and officials of the Ministry of Rites present were all bright-eyed.

Originally, the burden in their hearts was completely thrown away.

What is Yan Dang + Qingliu called?

This is all the saints and disciples in the world!

At this time, a scholar ran into the yamen of the Ministry of Rites out of breath.

"Gentlemen, fellow students, the big thing is over! That evil obstacle is going to burn the saint's scriptures in the street! ”

Nie Bao's face sank.

"Shaft, you dare!"

A group of scholars and officials of the Ministry of Rites, as well as many officials from the Nanjing Guozijian, all ran behind Nie Bao's ass in the direction of the Chengguo Mansion.

——

On the street outside the Chengguo Mansion.

Zhu Xizhong looked at Ning Jue a little incoherently.

"No, Brother Xian, this book, he may not be the nephews of my family, his book may also be when I was a child, or when Xixiao was a child, ...... it"

Ning Jue stood in the middle of the street and looked at Zhu Xizhong suspiciously.

"What's wrong with this book?"

Many people were attracted by the movements of these two people, and they all looked at the two of them intently.

"This is Ning Yanxian, right? Don't burn books on the street! ”

"The one in the back is our garrison Grandpa Zhu who just came to Jinling?"

"Ang, I'm afraid this book was moved out of the Chengguo Mansion by Ning Yanxian."

“……”

The eyes of these people seemed to be carrying needles, and Zhu Xizhong could only forcibly swallow back the words on his lips.

"No, it's fine."

There were more and more people gathered around Ning Jue.

Nie Bao, who came in a hurry, looked at it from afar.

I saw that the word "Analects" was piled up in front of Ning Jue.

"Bold erectors! Do you really dare to burn the saint's books?! ”

"In the past, the tyrant was in power, and he dared to do such a perverse act!"

I don't know if the scholar saw the clue.

"Sir, this classic doesn't seem to be the style of this dynasty...... Could it be the Song version?! ”

Hearing this, Nie Bao's tone became more and more urgent.

"Rather the end! You are also a reader, you know what it means to be a Song version of a classic, put these books, and we can talk about the rest! ”

Ning Jue looked at Nie Bao and asked with some surprise, "Who is the old gentleman?" ”

"Old man Yongfeng Nie Leopard."

Ning Jue suddenly realized when he heard this.

"It was Mr. Shuangjiang, admiration, admiration."

"I don't know if the old gentleman is on the orders of Elder Xu Ge or Elder Yan Ge today?"

This is Nie Leopard's strength, and it is also Nie Leopard's forbidden body.

The left and right sources can also be the morning and twilight of the Qin Dynasty.

Nie Bao's old face turned red instantly.

"The old man is on the orders of the saints!"

Ning Jue's voice changed, and he glared at Nie Bao and said loudly: "The saint entrusted me with a dream last night and taught me to burn this book so as not to insult the name of my holy sect!" ”

"You!"

Nie Bao had to speak.

It's just that Ning Jue is too lazy to talk nonsense with Nie Bao.

He casually threw the fire fold down.

The stack of books that had already been drenched in soju by Ning Jue burst into flames.

A puff of black smoke rises from the streets of Jinling.

"Shaft! Shaft! All beings, they are still stunned, and they still don't come forward to defend the ......"

Nie Bao turned his head to glance, and the scholar behind him had already knelt on the ground and cried towards the "holy fire".

It's just that this time it was Zhu Xizhong who took the lead in crying.

Looking at the fire in front of him, Zhu Xizhong couldn't stop muttering something.

"Third sister, Yutangchun, it's me who doesn't live with you......"

(End of chapter)