When the old Confucian walked into the "Zhengyang Gate", far away in front of the door of the Wei Palace, there were already a few people, one of them a woman in Taoist clothes stood out in a group of men of all colors, she had thin willow eyebrows, a small red mouth, graceful and slender, not like a Taoist girl wearing a Taoist robe, but like a Jiangnan lady who came out of the painting.

The woman's eyes were indifferent, she pursed her lips lightly, and a middle-aged man standing side by side with her was originally closing his eyes to feel the movement outside the city, but after a while, he opened his eyes and said with emotion: "Such an earth-shattering majesty, even if it is not the eighteenth floor of the Earth Immortal, it is not far away, but unfortunately Uncle Shi is not here." ”

The woman asked, "What exactly is Sun Shiwu going to do? Is he really going to break through the palace of the King of Wei with his own strength and take the head of the King of Wei before he stops?"

The middle-aged man with an elegant demeanor shook his head and said, "King Wei is vague and didn't say it explicitly, so we don't know what this Confucian gentleman wants. ”

The woman looked at it with her eyes and could vaguely see the broken city gate at the end of the street and the Confucian shirt, and sighed softly in her heart.

Among the three religions, there is no shortage of ascending immortals in Taoism, there is no shortage of compassionate and benevolent people in Buddhism, and there is no shortage of people who have entered the world in Confucianism.

Some people once ridiculed Confucianism as fools, but it was these "fools" who helped one emperor after another build one peaceful and prosperous era after another.

Today, there is another fool in the "Eastern Capital" of Wei.

So what he asked for is not difficult to guess, it should be the word "Taiping".

Is it really worth it?

The woman frowned, unable to give her own answer in her heart.

The middle-aged man didn't pay attention to the change in the expression of the woman next to him, looked at the red that rendered most of the sky, and said with emotion: "In my early years, I heard the master mention that there was a saying that "heaven and earth are all working together". ”

The leader who had never spoken suddenly said: "The three thousand words of the Dao Ancestor have already made it clear that heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs. However, the Confucian people do not believe it, knowing that the mandate of heaven is like this, and still demand peace for everyone for a long time, but if everyone is at peace, but they have to go against the principle of the cycle of life and death of the way of heaven, why is the general trend of the world divided and merged? Why is there no eternal peace? Why do millions of people have to die in troubled times to achieve peace? Is the Confucian principle really the truth of heaven and earth? I don't think so. ”

The woman hummed softly.

After the middle-aged man heard these words, he sighed for a long time and had mixed feelings.

This is where the fundamental difference between Taoism and Confucianism lies.

One follows the way of heaven, and the other believes that people will win the sky.

The last person is a young man, with three points of evil spirit, three points of innocence, three points of laziness, plus one point of killing, the gas is strange and complex, he put his hands behind his head, and said slowly: "Life is two hundred years in the world, it is enough to be relaxed, why do you want to do so much, it is too tiring to live, it is not worth it." ”

The woman said softly: "We can hang up without our own business, because we can't do it, but since some people have done it, then we shouldn't point fingers at them." ”

The bearded man at the head snorted.

All four were speechless.

After a while, the middle-aged man with an elegant posture raised his hand to build a pergola, looked at the old Confucian who was getting closer and closer, and asked, "When will we make a move?"

The tall bearded man said calmly: "When he came to the gate of the Wei Palace, although the current Confucianism is divided, after all, it is still among the three religions, and it is deserved to be the head of the three religions during the Great Chu period, especially the leader among them, and it cannot be speculated by common sense." At that time, Emperor Zheng Shenzong ordered Tianji Pavilion to kill Zhang Jiangling, and the Tianji Pavilion Master and the four masters shot together, killing two people on the spot and seriously injuring three people, and finally killing Zhang Jiangling, the Tianji Pavilion Lord also died of serious injuries, I don't want any of us to be left in Wei. ”

The elegant man withdrew his gaze and nodded.

The bearded man narrowed his eyes, the journey from the city gate to the palace of Wei could not be smooth sailing, it seemed to be empty, but in fact, there were many iron horsemen in ambush on both sides, and they would use their lives to try their best to consume the strength of the old Confucian students.

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Just give them a little more chance of winning.

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Entering the "Zhengyang Gate" is entering the "Eastern Capital" city of the Wei State.

From the "Zhengyang Gate" all the way, you can go directly to the Wei Palace where Xiao Jin, the king of Wei, is located.

But at this time, there was not a single pedestrian or roadblock on this wide street, and it was empty and quiet.

Sun Shiwu appeared on this street, walking neither fast nor slow, still holding a book in his hand.

He looked left and right at the various buildings on both sides of the road that were slightly different from the Central Plains style, looked at the flowers and trees on both sides, and looked at the wind chimes hanging under the eaves.

In fact, this analogy is not wrong, he is the first time to enter the city, and he is also an old Confucian.

The old man has lived for many years, read a lot of books, and done a lot of things, but in fact, he has not traveled too much, the first half of his life in the imperial capital, as an official, and the second half of his life in the divine capital, lecturing, and even a splendid Jiangnan has not been completed, let alone the Wei State across the sea.

So he was also curious.

It turned out that the largest city in Wei was like this, and after confirming it with the description in the book, I felt that I benefited a lot.

At this moment, a somewhat taken for granted thought popped into the old man's mind for no reason.

If the King of Wei had not given birth to that rebellious thought, and was willing to be a generation of virtuous kings without regrets, then he would not have been feudal at all, but would have stayed in the temple of the imperial capital, and with him to assist His Majesty in implementing the new policy, there would not have been so much resistance, let alone so many flaws and shortcomings, what kind of peaceful and prosperous era should it be? How good should that be?

It's a pity......

Sun Shiwu sighed softly and suddenly stopped.

The ground beneath his feet began to tremble slightly, and a small pebble at his feet shook slightly, then jumped.

The old man tilted his head slightly, listened attentively, and after a while, his face showed a look of understanding.

At his level, although he can't occupy the heavenly opportunity like the Qingchen Dazhen, he has the miracle of the autumn wind before the cicada, and he knows the good and evil when his mind moves slightly, and of course the cavalry in the ambush in the city can't hide it from him.

He was just a little unsure of what he was hearing, and he couldn't be sure of it until he had listened to it for a long time.

It was indeed the sound of horses' hooves.

I haven't heard the sound of horses' hooves for so many years, and I can't remember what the sound of horses' hooves is.

The old man would rather never hear the sound of horses' hooves in the Central Plains in his life.

The next moment, a heavy cavalry in armor appeared in the sight of the old man, densely packed, and he couldn't see the end, and they began to collectively charge towards the old Confucian with their guns.

Heavy horses' hooves trampled on the bluestone slab-paved ground like rolling thunder.

Its potential, like a rolling torrent.

Sun Shiwu raised the bamboo slip in his hand, and the crimson aura formed a copper wall in front of him.

Countless heavy horsemen slammed into the wall without fear, and countless cracking sounds rang out, and then they all died.

The crimson glow is like the sun rising over the East China Sea.

A round of red sun is rising.