Northeast of Lushan Mountain, south of Yuping Mountain, behind Huxi Rock.

In the White Deer Cave Academy.

Today, the teachers and students of the academy bathed in their clothes, rinsed their mouths and cleaned their faces, and sat quietly on the futon under the tree of the academy, waiting for the two masters to come and preach.

Because of the large number of people who listened to the lecture, all the students meditated in advance, fearing that they would be squeezed into the back and not be able to hear the words of the two living saints.

Yang Yiduan sat on the side of the big tree in the courtyard, looked around on his knees, and saw many scholars holding their breath and concentrating, with a solemn face, it seemed that the desire to study was very resolute, but it was not easy to laugh.

Learning through the ages, having the heart to learn, even if the direction is wrong, it is also worthy of admiration.

There are two things in the world that cannot be ridiculed, one is the birth, and the other is the dream.

Among these scholars are people who have come thousands of miles to study, and there are also poor students from the neighborhood who have climbed all the way to get here, just to be able to listen to the master's explanation of the scriptures and articles, so that they can go further, which is already very admirable, although Yang Yi does not feel that after listening to the explanation, they can really achieve their wishes and show their lifelong ambitions, but they still dare not despise this spirit of study.

When the red sun rose and the golden light was everywhere, a professor knocked on the cloud board and coughed a few times, and the students looked forward, only to see a few people slowly coming from the backyard. An old man in the center, with gray hair, wearing an octagonal hat, and a very serious face, walked to the front of the stage under the arch of several old professors.

At that moment, an old gentleman said on the stage: "Mr. Wei Liaoweng is unwell and cannot teach the scriptures, and now only the old gentleman is preaching the scriptures for us and solving doubts." The white-haired old man came to the stage and bowed, and the underground students also got up and saluted. After the ceremony, they took their seats.

The person on the stage is Zhen Dexiu, the master of science after Zhu Xi. This person is conformist, lacks achievements, and his cognition of science has always been Zhu Xi's, and he never dares to annotate himself, and he is forced to take the first half a step, which can be described as a conformist and has no own ideas.

But because of this, he studied Zhu Xi's life works all his life, and his inheritance and cognition of Zhumen's science far exceeded ordinary people, but he was a qualified disseminator of science.

Yang Yi saw that he was in his fifties, with pale hair and wrinkled face, looking quite old.

The first book I will talk about today is the Analects. Quoting scriptures and classics, he was very organized, and the scholars present found that his understanding was roughly no different from the scriptures taught by professors in the past, but they were different in subtleties, and the biggest difference was that everything was science.

Since the Confucian people, there have always been two ways to annotate the Six Classics, one is to note the Six Classics, and the other is to note the Six Classics.

The so-called commentary on the Six Classics is an extension of the meaning of the Six Classics, and when commenting on the classics, they try their best to reduce their own subjective views, but interpret them strictly according to the original texts of the classics, and never exert themselves too much. The so-called classics are quoted from the classics, and if there are no classics, the silence is closed. Never interpret the statements of the scriptures in their own opinion.

What Zhen Dexiu said at this time was the theory of the Six Classics, and used the concept of the Six Classics to expound Zhu Xi's revised scientific views at that time.

This man was very knowledgeable and eloquent. Yang Yi saw that he coerced the scriptures to clip private goods, and used the sentences of the sages to make a commentary on science, although the truth is absurd, but he can justify himself, and he can't help but admire him: "This kind of learning, non-thick-skinned people can't do it!"

After hearing the end of the story, the rest is the time of speculation, some students agree with Zhu Xi's commentary on the Six Classics, thinking that it is a reason that the ancients have not yet discovered, and the true knowledge of the sages is transmitted, but there are also people who have different opinions, and they naturally go to ask at this moment.

Character aside, in terms of knowledge alone, since the Song Dynasty, there are very few people who can reach the level of Zhu Xi, and there is only Lu Jiuyuan who can be compared with him in the world. And Lu Jiuyuan is a science of mind, and Zhu Xi is a science of science, and the two are good opponents.

It's just that now that Lu Jiuyuan is not here, Yang Yi knows that it is undoubtedly a fool's dream to refute Zhu Xi with his knowledge, and it is not easy to refute his science heir, and he can't help but hesitate.

He is a proud man, and when he fights the enemy, he can only defeat the opponent where the enemy is best and convince the opponent of the blow, which is the real skill for him.

It's like playing with Hong Qigong, he uses palm to palm, stick to stick, and he doesn't take advantage of Hong Qigong at all. It's like when he fought with Huang Yaoshi, it was also sword to sword, palm to palm. What means the enemy uses, he will use what means to deal with it, and he must convince the other party and admire it, otherwise how can this show his Yang Tianwang's skills?

Last time, because he suffered a loss from Huang Yaoshi in music, he racked his brains to come up with a general's order, and put it right with the sound of drums and Huang Yaoshi's flute, and finally let out a bad breath, in his heart, even if Huang Yaoshi may not be able to catch his full palm, but as long as he can't win him in music, then the other party is not a loss. It wasn't until a big drum was beaten on Peach Blossom Island that Yang Yifang felt comfortable and felt that he had really won Huang Yaoshi once.

For those who are traitors and criminals, there is no hesitation to kill with a sword, but for literati such as Zhen Dexiu, killing cannot solve the problem at all, as long as the doctrine survives, there are successors, not to mention that from the point of view of the Song Dynasty at this time, people have not violated the law and discipline, even if their private morality is damaged, it is not a crime to die, even if Yang Yi wants to kill, it is also nameless.

If he doesn't care about anything, it is not difficult at all, but with his arrogance, how can he act like this?

After thinking about it for a long time, he pondered for a moment, and said in his heart: "With my years of experience in later life, I don't believe that I can't overturn him! ”

squeezed into the crowd at the moment, and after a student asked a question, he walked up to Zhen Dexiu and said, "Zhen Dexiu, I have a few questions, please answer them." ”

The students present were furious when they saw that he was arrogant and disrespectful, and called the name of Zhen Dexiu: "Bold and crazy, the name of the true master is also what you can shout?"

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Oh? Did I call his name wrong? Isn't this person called Zhen Dexiu?"

Zhen Dexiu raised his eyes and saw Yang Yi standing in front of him, as if the entire sunlight was covered, he squinted and looked carefully, and said with a smile: "I am indeed called Zhen Dexiu, and it is not bad for you to call me Zhen Dexiu." He smiled and said, "Childe, please take a seat!" without feeling angry at all because Yang Yi called him by his name just now.

Yang Yipan sat in front of him and said, "I have a few questions to ask. ”

Zhen Dexiu stretched out his hand and said, "Please speak!"

Yang Yi asked: "I just listened to the scriptures taught by Mr., which is quite inconsistent with the scriptures I know, I don't know if this commentary on the scriptures is the original author's commentary, or the old gentleman's own commentary?"

Zhen Dexiu said with a smile: "What I just said is the content of the commentary on the Four Classics made by the ancestor himself, how can I dare to annotate the teachings of the sages and sages as an ignorant person? ”

Yang Yi nodded and said, "Master Zhu?" He sighed and asked, "But what virtue does Master Zhu have, how can he dare to annotate the Six Classics? How does he know that the point of view he commented on must be that of the original author?"

Zhen Dexiu frowned and said: "I have studied through the ancient and modern, Wenda sages, and I have learned the wisdom of things, although the sages have many scriptures, but it is also difficult for him, push himself and others, put himself in his shoes, and under scrutiny, he can naturally interpret the true meaning of the ancient sages one by one." ”

Yang Yi said: "Oh, it turns out that Zhu Fuzi is a fortune teller. ”