The sun gradually rose to midheaven.

It's noon time for Mr. Seowon to get out of class again.

Zhao Rong didn't put down the book he had read all morning as usual and went to greet the arrival of his husband.

He glanced up at the crowd that was beginning to be agitated, and the figure that began to loom inside the wooden door, and then looked down again at the newly found book in his hand, and read it with relish.

The squatting from sunrise to sunset these days is tedious...... A delicate, cautious flat-chested girl had some fun, but most of the time was a tedious waiting.

However, the bookstore near Linlu Academy brought a lot of surprises to Zhao Rong.

He took time out to go shopping in the morning.

This Linlu Academy is worthy of gathering the essence of Wenhua in a continent, and there are more bookstores around it than wine stores and inns combined, and each of them has a very rich collection of books.

Some of the lonely wild books or forbidden books of the secular dynasty under the mountain, Zhao Rong has turned to some.

This made Zhao Rong, who had read a wide range of books, suddenly happy, and he was able to temporarily satisfy his picky omnivorous taste, especially the process of exploring in the vast sea of books and casually encountering a surprising good book, which made him want to stop.

At this time, what Zhao Rong was reading was a miscellaneous book in the eyes of other Confucian scholars, writing the story of a certain Mojia ranger in the south of Yunmengzhou, who was one of the same small three continents as Wangque Continent, and traveled to the Seven Kingdoms of Nanze.

The two schools of Confucianism and Moxia are both prominent scholars in the world, and although the differences are not as big as those between the two schools and the Taoists, the disputes are not small.

In short, the main tendency of the two schools of Confucianism and Momo is to join the WTO and be active and promising, while Taoism, except for individual branches, is mainly inclined to be born and to be passive and inactive.

Therefore, both Confucianism and Momo emphasize a "do something", but the approach and policy are different.

Let's put it more simply.

Confucianism stresses benevolence, and Mohists have love.

Both actually advocate love, but Confucianism talks about differentiated love, while Mohist emphasizes undifferentiated and equal love.

Zhao Rong has always been very interested in the Mo family, and before he left Dachu, he also bought some classics of the Mo family saints on the way to Guozijian to say goodbye to Mr. Fang, and then he also added some to read on the journey, but it was boring to read too many books that were purely reasonable.

The Mohist doctrine of "both love and love" and "non-attack" will be memorized after seeing too much, and there is no longer much feeling, and the enthusiasm will soon subside and be invested in other schools of thought.

But now, from this sparse and ordinary Moxia travelogue similar to landscape travelogue and romance stories on the mountain, Zhao Rong has seen some more things, and his understanding of the Modian he has read before has become more and more profound.

The differences or similarities between the behavior of Confucian scholars and rangers can be glimpsed from this travelogue.

When Zhao Rong was reading the story and was in high spirits, he was reluctant to put down the scroll, so he didn't pay attention to the things around him, and he didn't look forward to it with everyone this time, after all, he had waited for several days, and there was no movement.

It is said that there seem to be very few Mojia rangers in Wangque Zhou, and I haven't seen many of them on the mountain before, well, when I got off the boat in Zangzhoupu a long time ago, I seemed to meet a bearded man, like a white-clothed ink man, and I still remember that he was given a pot of expensive mountain wine.

Not long ago, when I was holding Qingjun's hand and walking blindly in Duyou Dongcheng, I seemed to have passed by a Mo family mansion, and I also saw many white-clothed ink men coming in and out of it.

Some thoughts occasionally flashed in Zhao Rong's mind, but he immediately put them behind him, and continued to read the book with relish, from time to time anxious about the ink man who had no surname and only a single name on the book.

You're on it, the princess of the dead country who was saved by your hero has already taken the initiative, so she almost knocked you out and dragged you into the room to sit on it and move by yourself, you still put it here to take care of this and that, the left one is embarrassed and the right one is embarrassed, saying that if you take the initiative, maybe you can give birth to a litter of children, and contribute to the Mo family's "love" cause, forget it, you come out, let me go ......

At this moment, Zhao Rong, who was about to burrow into the book with his head down, was quiet for a moment, but he didn't notice it.

The air was somewhat quiet.

Only the sound of a young Confucian turning a book sounded from time to time.

A certain moment.

Syllable!

Zhao Rong slammed the book shut, sighing and shaking his head.

That's all there is to "love" and "non-offense"? But the latter one is also right, it is indeed not attacking, it is ......

Zhao Rong laughed and raised his head leisurely.

The next second.

His expression was stunned.

Because Zhao Rong saw that the eyes of all the scholars on the field were on him at this time.

And there seems to be some kind of ...... in his eyes Envy vs. jealousy?

Zhao Rong blinked, and subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of the wooden door.

I saw that at this time, there was a white-bearded old man in a long robe slowly walking down the stairs and walking in his direction, and the surrounding scholars all made way for the old man in a long robe, and looked at Zhao Rong with red eyes from time to time.

Zhao Rong was slightly stunned, hurriedly put down his things and got up to greet him.

The question that the old man in the long shirt had just asked in front of the couplet on the wooden door, the scholars below all looked at each other and did not answer, but there were still many scholars who faintly glanced at the young Confucian who was looking down at the book.

After the old man in the long shirt approached, he looked at Zhao Rong seriously, and asked again, "You wrote the words on that couplet?"

Zhao Rong was relieved, it turned out to be this, but it finally came......

His face was solemn, and his tone was serious, "It's Xiaosheng." ”

Hearing this, the old man in the long shirt stretched out his hand and touched his beard, his eyes burned, and he looked Zhao Rong up and down again, nodded from time to time, and after being silent for a while, he was ready to speak.

But at this time.

A blue figure suddenly got into the middle of Zhao Rong and the old man in the long robe, separating the two.

Zhao Rong fixed his eyes and saw that it was the girl in blue who didn't know her name, who was opening her two small hands to separate him from the old man in the long robe.

Zhao Rong's eyelids jumped, and a bad premonition suddenly appeared in his heart!

The old man in the long shirt was also stunned when he saw this, and said softly: "Jingzi, but your husband is looking for me?"

Jingzi snorted coldly at Zhao Rong, then turned his head and changed his complexion again.

Her little face wrinkled, her mouth pursed, and she said to the old man in a long shirt in an aggrieved tone: "Grandpa Gu, you must not be deceived by this scholar's pure appearance! He is a prodigal scholar, before, before coaxing me to help him send a letter to my husband, I thought he was here to ask for teaching or calligraphy, but I didn't expect the letter to be full of frivolous words! Fortunately, I looked at it in advance, otherwise it would have stained my husband's eyes, so Grandpa Gu, don't believe his words, accept him into the hospital." ”

In fact, Jingzi originally wanted to truthfully say that Zhao Rong's words were rude to her, but when she thought about it, she felt that the strength was not enough, and this also made her little girl's family a little shy, but with the help of her husband's name, it was different.

One is that her husband often receives some letters similar to love letters anyway, and everyone is used to it, and the second is that she is light-hearted compared with her husband, in the Linlu Academy, which respects teachers, the latter must be more serious!

Hmph, I just don't let you enter the academy, you kind of nonsense disciple, you have talent but no virtue, and if you come in, it will only bring bad atmosphere to the academy...... I didn't expect that your couplet really has something, and it can arouse Grandpa Gu's heart to accept apprentices, but well, hmph, how does it feel to miss this great opportunity right in front of you?

Jingzi's heart turned back and forth, but she still had a coquettish expression, looking at Mr. Gu expectantly.

After Mr. Gu heard Zhao Rong write a light letter to Zhu Weirui, his face turned pale, and he put down his hand touching his beard, and when he saw Jingzi's aggrieved appearance, he frowned even more, nodded lightly at her, and didn't say anything, and finally glanced at Zhao Rong, and then turned around to leave.

Jingzi was in a place where Mr. Gu couldn't see, and glanced at Zhao Rong with a slanted expression.

Sample, fighting with the old lady?

Zhao Rong felt bad when he saw the girl in blue appear, and at this moment, after seeing this girl in blue who seemed to be named Jingzi splashing a large basin of dirty water, he sighed slightly in his heart, and did not defend anything.

Zhao Rong looked at the expressions of the scholars around him, even if he could find someone to testify that he and Jingzi had a conflict before, all of this was a false accusation, but it was difficult to prove that he did not write a love letter to Mr. Zhu.

Zhao Rong looked at the back of Mr. Gu, who was about to leave without asking, and sighed again in his heart.

Suddenly, he thought of something in his heart, ignored the triumphant eyes of the careful-eyed girl who held a grudge, raised his head and said directly to the front and said loudly:

"Mr. Gu, please stay. ”