Ning Ze walked up to the podium, tidied up his clothes, and bowed to the students who got up......

Students, young and old, tidy up their clothes and perform the rites of respecting their teachers......

Thousands of people, with broad sleeves and wide sleeves, although there is no word, the style of writing is ......

Ning Ze sat down, standing on both sides of the white deer and the four unlike, also bowed down respectfully, listened with pricked ears, and all the students also sat down, and those who did not sit stood solemnly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Heaven and earth, observable, understandable, and uncontrollable, only humanity is born from people, nature changes with people, and the way of literature and martial arts is divided into the way of civil and military, many students ask me, which of the two ways of civil and military is important?"

As Ning Ze's words fell, the Confucian students each bowed their heads and thought, what is the importance of the way of civil and martial arts?

"Today, the human race lives in all directions, there are four ancient countries, three great religions, and foreign races occupy eight wildernesses and four seas, if the world is ten, the human race only accounts for one of them, my human race, the outer dragon, phoenix, unicorn and many big clans, the internal cultivation of civil and military, can protect themselves, the human race is not strong, why does it stand between heaven and earth?"

Another question, why does the human race stand in the heavens and the earth?

"Since the human race is not strong, can the whole people practice martial arts and abandon literature and follow martial arts?" Ning Ze asked again.

When the third asked, Ning Ze kept silent......

After a long time, Ning Ze opened his mouth and asked, "Is there an answer?"

"I'm stupid, please explain my doubts...... everyone thought repeatedly, although they had opinions, they couldn't call the answer.

Ning Ze said indifferently: "To put it big, this is a problem that people have been thinking about since they were born, and it is also the way that the human race has been cultivating along the way, and in a small way, this is everyone's choice in life, cultivating literature or practicing martial arts, these three questions, everyone should be deeply imprinted in their hearts......"

"Sir, you are the great wisdom of my human race, you should have opinions, please solve your doubts," an old man stood up, bowed, and pleaded sincerely.

"My answer is mine after all, not the answer of the world, nor the answer of sentient beings, you can't say, if there are a hundred grandmasters on the Tao, I should be able to say it, but I can't talk about it today, after all, the reputation is tiring, if I say my answer, thousands of students will stick to the rules, respect my answer, useless and harmful......"

The children below are a little ignorant, the young students seem to understand whether they understand or not, and the famous Confucians understand a little.

"What the gentleman said, we must keep it in mind, think about it all the time, and dare not forget it......"

Ning Ze bowed his head and said with a slight smile: "Every time you gather, there are school boys and erudite Confucians, and the etiquette and music can't be told, it's too deep, the story can't be told, it's too shallow, it's really not easy to tell......"

When the students heard this, they also smiled, it was really difficult for Mr.

"Sir, why don't you talk about the disaster of the human race two years ago......" Zhou Yun Daru stood up and made a solution salute.

All the students looked back at the old gentleman who made the suggestion, this old lady was rude, how could the student order the teacher.

"The old gentleman is born, I don't know where he came from?" Ning Ze asked softly.

"...... of Nine Abyss City"

Ning Ze looked at the expressionless but depressed Da Confucian, and he knew it in his heart, so he nodded.

"Two years ago, the disaster of the sky, everyone experienced it personally, I don't want to talk about it, after the disaster, I didn't want to mention it again, since the old gentleman wants to hear it today, I will talk about it, because I owe you and the people of the world an explanation......"

Many students, hearing Ning Ze's heavy voice, were a little puzzled in their hearts, two years ago, Mr. and the sages turned the sky, and integrated humanity, the merit is in the world, and the benefit is in the people.

But the gentleman never spoke of it, as if he had forgotten that story, and sometimes they could not even connect the man who stood up to the sky with the gentle gentleman in front of them.

Ning Ze closed his eyes and recalled: "Seven years ago, my Ning clan was wiped out in the elite of the Two Realms, the Ning clan was bullied by large and small forces, Emperor Yu had the heart to die Ning's family, all the clans fell into the well, and the survival of the Ning clan was only in the mist......

It is because of them that there is today's Mortal City, and their sacrifice is my order, it is me...... Six thousand children followed me to the north, I was seriously injured, closed about the North Underworld Dao Palace, the city was first built, the Great Yu Wilderness, all sent troops, that battle, the city was broken, and my Ning boy was killed and injured a thousand people......

Those children, all of whom are related to me by blood, and I gave them an order, and they stayed in this bitter cold place for four years...... The living and the dead, others can forget them, I can't forget ......"

"Sir......" The students wanted to comfort him, but they didn't know where to start......

Ning Ze said sadly: "The heavens have fallen, I am as uneasy and sad as you, and when there is no way to avoid it, I join forces with nearly a thousand sages and hundreds of millions of people to fight for my life with the sky...... Three thousand Buddhas, sages of the ages, predecessors of the north and south, only I Ning Ze has to pay back...... The price is not small, it is I Ning Ze who personally invited them out and buried them again......"

"The battle with the Heavenly Monument, I shattered the heavens, I knew that it would be a natural disaster and a man-made disaster, the Zhou Tian Star Map was dispersed, the heavenly demons and celestials were coming, one city after another was taken, one by one the caves and blessed lands were robbed, and the human race was killed and injured countless times, I understand all of this, I also understand, but I can't do anything, I am not a living sage, not a great wisdom, just one person, the people of the world hate me, hate me, I can take it, this is my guilt ......"

"So I never talk about the disasters of the heavens, I don't talk about the disasters of the heavens, and there is nothing worth talking about, I only hope that the suffering of the human race can sharpen the sword of the human race, and in the hundred years of catastrophe, my human race has built a mortal city by itself, and don't let the suffering become an endless grievance......"

"Everyone in the world thinks that it was my human race that won two years ago, did it really win? We just barely survived, everyone complained about why I didn't level the world, punish all the foreign races, you overestimate me, I was already exhausted, but I just didn't fall, besides, the Nine Heavens Supreme is not good?

"None of us can afford to provoke, and we can't provoke, if the alien race is single-minded, the human race is in danger, no matter what they do, they are all celestials, celestial people always have human nature, they will not kill people for no reason, they will not eat people for fun, two years have passed, it should be quiet, heaven and man have their own belonging, and the human race should rest and recuperate......"

Zhou Yun Daru looked at the sad lord of the mortal city on the podium, he was astringent in his heart, he had tried his best, he was thinking about the overall situation of the human race, the gains and losses of one city and one place, he would only remember that the two evils are the lesser of the lesser, the distance and the near are balanced, and the distance is sought to be far.

"Zhou Yun is rude, Mr. is hardworking, old and dull......" The old man bowed deeply.

Ning Ze said solemnly: "Old gentleman, please get up quickly, my approach is already unfair, too biased, not to judge less with more, not to judge more with less, this is the way of heaven, Dagong, and my approach is a crime for the family ruin, and the crime is unforgivable......"

"The sage is ......," the students comforted.

Ning Ze smiled astringently and said: "You don't have to be like this, I, Ning Ze, have always taken justice as the criterion and acted with a clear conscience, but how difficult is 'justice'?

The duke is selfless, how difficult it is, Ze is just a scholar, and he only wants to be a scholar, he likes and angers as he likes, and his love and hate are ...... by me."