Chapter 740: There Are Not Many Things that Are Taken for Granted

"The academy has new rules. You don't have to be admitted to the academy to have the qualification to audit. In this way, scholars all over the world can hear the lectures of those scholars who have been famous for a long time."

Mr. Su was very excited when he read the content in the newspaper. His biggest regret in his life was that he applied for the academy but failed to get in. He was unable to listen to the lectures of the world's first-class scholars in the academy.

But the content in the Di newspaper now told him that in the future, even those who were not college students would be able to listen to those lectures, but there would not be as systematic learning content as those students.

"I heard that it was the lady's idea, and now it has been decided. It is really a big change for the academy in a thousand years. I can't say whether it will be a good thing for the academy in the future, but it will definitely be a great change for scholars all over the world. Good thing.”

Mr. Su was very excited. Although he knew that the lunatic sitting under the eaves would not pay attention to him, he still kept talking.

"The DPRK has had several discussions on the matter in New Liuzhou. Some courtiers believe that since there is a natural obstacle in Mobei, the demon clan will not and cannot go south in recent years, so it will be used in the north. Expenses should be reduced. Even if the number of soldiers in the northern city is not reduced, the expenditure on ordnance by the Ministry of Industry and the many benefits of the new Liuzhou states and counties should be reduced. In recent years, the imperial court has used half the country's power to Now, it’s time to change the situation of raising soldiers in the north. But when the papers were handed over to the palace, the prince never said whether he agreed or not, as if he was a blind man. "

Mr. Su said with emotion, "If this kind of thing really happens, it will be a trivial matter for me, a teacher, not to receive a salary from the Yamen. It's just that Xin Liuzhou has become like this for Daliang. How can it be done in a few years or even ten years?" If you can recover, if the court really does this, it will probably chill the hearts of the people of New Liuzhou. "

Mr. Su felt like he had no taste in his mouth as he spoke. Although he could understand the difficulties faced by the court, he had to stand here and put himself in their shoes.

Having said this, Mr. Su glanced at the madman a few more times, hoping that the madman would say a few words at this moment. However, after looking at him again and again, the madman did not speak. Then he got up with some disappointment and went to the house. He took out a jug of wine, but still took two wine glasses, poured a glass of wine for the madman, poured a glass for himself, took a sip, and sipped carefully.

The wine was not good, it was the cheapest drink in town, but Mr. Su drank it with pleasure.

But the madman didn't look at the drink in front of him at all. Instead, he looked ahead alone, with no clarity in his eyes.

Mr. Su looked through the newspaper. Apart from the content about the academy, he was not too concerned about the rest of the content. Even if other things were bigger, he wasn't too worried about it.

The real big things in the world naturally have to be worried about by the big shots who have the final say. As a small teacher like me, I don’t have to worry about it. I just need to teach my students well. It would be best if I can finally find time to write that landscape travelogue. thing.

It’s just that his ability to drink was average, but now after a few glasses of wine, he got a little drunk, and started talking nonsense, saying that his family hoped that he would succeed in his life, and that no matter what happened, he would become an official, so as to honor his family. , If I look like this now, when I get home, my father may definitely raise his crutch and beat him out.

As for the seven aunts and eight aunts in the family, they are determined not to think that they are outstanding.

“Sometimes I can’t figure out whether one should be the kind of person who others think is accomplished in this life, or whether one should be the kind of person who oneself think is good.”

Mr. Su said softly, "It is easy to say the truth from your mouth, but it is difficult to put it into practice. Sometimes you know you are doing the right thing, but you can't stand the words of others. Sometimes you do the so-called Wrong things, I know they are wrong, but I don't want to wake up. The word "human" seems simple, but I don't know why, it seems to be the most difficult thing in the world. The road is never finished, it’s always going on.”

Mr. Su's cheeks were slightly red, and he felt guilty for saying these words, but then he thought about it, there was only him and a madman here, so he laughed at himself.

I didn't dare to tell anyone else what I had kept deep in my heart. Now that I mustered up the courage, I only dared to tell a lunatic.

Afraid of being laughed at.

When Mr. Su was half drunk and half awake, he saw the madman picking up the wine glass and taking a sip. Then he was shocked to find that the madman's eyes in front of him were extremely clear.

The lunatic looked at Mr. Su and said calmly, "The explanation you gave me is better than the teachings in many academies."

Mr. Su was stunned. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know why, but he always felt that the lunatic in front of him had a special aura about him, which impressed him.

"Earlier, there were three mistakes in what you said. One was that the sage's words were not what you said, but..."

The lunatic spoke calmly and clearly, without sounding like a lunatic.

Mr. Su was surprised and asked, "Sir, is he also a scholar?"

The lunatic looked at Mr. Su and shook his head, "Maybe it's not true. Even if it is true, he would still be said to be a wolf with a dog's heart and a dog's stomach when he reads."

Mr. Su had mostly sobered up from drunkenness, and when he looked at the lunatic in front of him, he realized with hindsight that the other person's knowledge far exceeded his own.

The madman looked at Mr. Su, raised his glass, and said, "Can you pour me another glass?"

Mr. Su quickly picked up the wine pot and poured a glass of wine for the madman in front of him, then asked carefully, "May I ask your name?"

The madman shook his head and said, "I don't want to say it. If possible, I would rather forget it."

Mr. Su sighed, and he understood that since the man in front of him had become what he is today, he was afraid that there was an unrememberable past.

The madman took a sip of wine and said softly, "The trees in the town are born white. From the beginning to the end, they are all white leaves. It's really enviable."

Mr. Su was confused

, and didn't understand what the madman in front of him meant.

He was silent for a while, and just tried to say, "Trees are not black or white."

"What about that person?"

The madman looked at Mr. Su in front of him and said softly, "There are two saints in Confucianism who have completely opposite views on human nature. One believes that human nature is good, and the other believes that human nature is evil. These two saints have extremely high status in the history of Confucianism. Their words have influenced countless generations, but in the end there is no right or wrong. What do you think? What do you think?"

This question is one of the most famous questions in the entire history of Confucianism. For thousands of years, countless people have argued about it. Great Confucian scholars of all generations have their own opinions on this, and even published countless books to explain it, but there is still no answer that can convince everyone.

Mr. Su was silent for a long time before shaking his head, "I am not very knowledgeable, and I really can't say it well. How can I explain the questions that the predecessors of all generations have no answers to?"

The madman smiled, but did not force Mr. Su in front of him to give him an answer.

For many things, no matter how many people say it, it is better to think it through yourself.

If you can't get over it, no matter how much others say, you can't get over it. If you can get over it, you can get over it without others saying anything.

After drinking the wine in the glass, the madman gently put down the glass. He looked up at the starry sky and remained silent.

Mr. Su asked, "Have you thought it through, sir?"

Madness is often not related to pathology, but only to the state of mind.

The madman shook his head and said softly, "Occasionally I get sober and take a look at the world. When I am confused, I don't want to wake up in this life."

Mr. Su sighed and said, "It seems that you are confused and painful in your heart. Ordinary people may never understand it in their lifetime."

The madman didn't speak, just looking at the stars in the sky. He really had too many confusions and couldn't figure it out. If he thought it through, he might die directly.

Mr. Su didn't know what to say, but just poured another glass of wine for the madman and filled a glass for himself. Then he smiled and said, "I am Su Zhensheng, and I am honored to meet you."

The madman smiled and said, "It's not a blessing. I am grateful for your acceptance."

The two smiled at each other.

The madman finished the wine in his glass and whispered, "When the children here grow up, most of them will repeat the old path of their fathers and walk up the Great Wall. Perhaps it won't be long before they become a pile of bones. Even if you try so hard to teach them these principles, what's the point?"

Mr. Su shook his head and said solemnly, "I think Mr. Su is wrong about this. Even if they are going to die tomorrow, they have the right to know many things today."

"Is it meaningful?"

The madman whispered, "Will it be to write one article after another, and then choose a day with good weather to burn them?"

Mr. Su smiled bitterly, "Sir, what you said is really different."

The madman didn't speak.

Mr. Su said softly, "Even if the final result is like this, it's okay to have written an article, at least someone has read it. Even if no one has, the paper is the final witness."

The madman smiled and said, "It's the truth that it doesn't matter if no one knows about it."

Mr. Su nodded and said, "That's right."

The madman thought about it and suddenly said, "While you are still awake, take out the book and tell you about it."

Mr. Su, who had already seen that the madman in front of him was not an ordinary scholar, was very excited. If this gentleman was really one of those people with profound knowledge, then tonight would be a rare learning. Even if he was not, it didn't matter.

But it definitely wouldn't be.

The madman watched Mr. Su turn around and go back to the house. He said nothing, just picked up a wooden stick and slowly wrote a word on the ground.

Wei.

In this life, if he couldn't see through this word, his death would be in vain.

I thought about dying like this, but thinking that his own teacher was willing to go to the northern Great Wall to eat wind and snow for him, he thought that no matter what, he had to understand this word first.

But he didn't know how long it would take.

Maybe I will never see through it in this life.

Life is difficult, and some things, even if you try hard, the results may not be very good.

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Before winter, the Northern Great Wall was already covered with heavy snow.

In previous years, when the heavy snow came, the northern demons would temporarily stop and no war would occur. However, now it is not that the other side does not want to come, but that they cannot come.

There has been more than half a year of peace on the Northern Great Wall.

In the peaceful days, the North has not relaxed as usual. There is actually a small town near the city head. It is the place where the families of some Northern generals who have been rooted here for a long time live. These people have served on the Northern City Head for generations, and some even moved their entire families here. The original purpose is naturally to guard the Northern Great Wall for generations.

After years of development, the population in the city is not much different from that of a prosperous town in the south, but this place has all kinds of shops, but there is no school.

In the eyes of those people, the last thing the North needs is scholars.

This also caused the middle-aged scholar who came here more than half a year ago to spend three months to receive a named disciple here.

The boy's name is Song Mian. He was born in a small family here. Although his family has been in the army for generations, their official positions are not high. At most, his ancestors have served as the commander of a cavalry army of ten thousand people, and only once. Later, the family fortune It’s not really a failure, but it’s just

He has never held such a high official position again. Now the head of the Song family is a rogue general in the north, with only 3,000 men under his command.

Song Mian is his eldest son.

Originally, Song Mian didn't want to ask that scholar who didn't look like a scholar as his husband, but he had been weak since he was a child and couldn't practice and be a martial artist. Although his family didn't say anything, he thought that as long as this guy could grow up safe and sound, he would be able to do anything in the future. If you don't go to the city, it would be nice to have a wife and carry on the family line.

The Song family is very open-minded about this aspect. If their son cannot go to the city, he can save his life and live a good life. Since he has this idea, he doesn't think about it so much.

Song Mian said that he worshiped the middle-aged scholar as his husband, but in fact, he was bored at first and wanted to see what kind of scholar this scholar was. So later on, even though the scholar didn't actually teach him much about sage principles, he didn't care.

Instead, the two often get together to drink.

In the afternoon of that day, Song Mian went to the dilapidated house in the city to see her nominal husband again, but he forgot to mention the wine, so he was avoided by him.

Song Mian struggled to climb over the wall and jumped off the wall. Before he could stand properly, his feet sprained.

Song Mian, who was in pain, was just about to grin when the middle-aged scholar lying on the old recliner in the yard sneered, "You can barely be considered a general, and that's all you have?"

Song Mian held it back, limped towards the scholar in front of her, then sat down next to him, rolled her eyes and said, "I haven't practiced, but I can beat you more than enough."

The scholar was not annoyed that he, a nominal student, was talking so wildly. He just said slowly, "Would you like to try? I'll let you punch three times first?"

Song Mian snorted coldly and quickly shook his head. Although he didn't really regard the scholar in front of him as a teacher, he still knew some truth. How could he hit the teacher?

The scholar sneered, "Is this all about talking? If you are so timid, if one day you really go to the top of the city and meet the monsters, you won't even be able to lift a knife."

Not to be outdone, Song Mian said, "I can't go up, but there are many other warriors at the top of the city, but you scholars, haven't you seen any of them?"

The scholar was surprised and asked, "Who said that?"

Song Mian was startled and thought, isn't this true?

"Liu Banbi, who likes to play with swords, is a swordsman, but if you ask him if he is a scholar, he dares to shake his head?"

The scholar sneered, "One of him is worth ten thousand of you."

Song Mian frowned. He had heard that Liu Jianxian did come out of the academy in his early years. He had made great achievements in the northern city.

"You all use swords, or are you still a scholar?"

The young man snorted coldly, unwilling to admit defeat.

The scholar laughed and said, "Since he has read books, why is he not a scholar? Just because he uses a sword, he is not a scholar? It doesn't seem to make sense, and you don't know who his husband is?"

The young man muttered, "I know, isn't he the guy with the title of dean of the academy? Hasn't he done nothing?"

After hearing this, the scholar's face changed, but he soon returned to normal, and said calmly, "What do you call it if you really have to fight for life and death with you? How many courtiers do you know who came out of the academy? The whole court has been separated. I killed them and fought in the front, but I didn’t even have enough to eat.”

Song Mian frowned and said, "It is the common people and farmers who grow food. What does it have to do with you scholars?"

The scholar hesitated to speak.

I don't know why, but I think what this guy said makes sense.

Song Mian smiled and said, "You have nothing to say, right?"

The scholar sneered and said nothing.

The scholar stopped talking at this moment, but Song Mian felt a little uncomfortable. He thought for a while, then found a topic and asked, "How many students have you accepted in your life? I am not the only one, right?"

The scholar said expressionlessly, "If that's the case, I'll just find a rope and hang myself right now."

Song Mian clicked her tongue and said, "Based on your temper, I guess even if you do have students, not many of them will like you."

The scholar didn't say anything. If he thought about it carefully, his students should respect him more, and there was nothing he could say he didn't like.

Song Mian opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but the scholar had already started to chase them away, "You didn't bring any wine with you. What are you doing here? Get out of here. Don't come if you don't have wine next time."

Song Mian spat and rolled his eyes. This guy was too realistic.

But when he limped to the door over there, he suddenly turned around and said, "Hey, do you know what my dream is?"

The scholar glanced at him, but still asked tactfully, "What?"

"It's to become a Confucian general like Gao Xuan. So what if you don't practice? It's not to kill the demon tribe until they lose their shit!"

Song Mian raised his head. At this moment, the young man seemed to have light that could not be drowned.

It's a pity that the scholars over there don't talk to each other at all.

Song Mian opened the door and left.

Then he bared his teeth.

The scholar was still lying on the chair without getting up, his eyes were slightly closed, as if he was about to fall asleep.

He didn't open his eyes slightly until there were footsteps at the door again.

A tall middle-aged man walked into the courtyard.

The scholar sat up straight, looked at this uninvited guy, and said indifferently, "Guardian envoy? Or is it the general of the north? Your Majesty is here. My little courtyard will collapse."

The person who came was naturally Ning Ping, the former garrison envoy and now the general of the northern border.

The guardian smiled and said, "I am not the guardian of Daliang now. It makes no sense for the dean to call me that."

The person involved in the words

The young guardian envoy, the dean, had nothing to say. He was not in a good mood because his most valued closed disciple was deceived by such a brat.

The guard smiled and said, "We are far away in the north, over there at the court, and we are all supported by that boy. In fact, we are doing pretty well. Doesn't this make Chixin even dare not do anything? Even if His Majesty is here, it is probably nothing more than this. Bar?"

The dean said calmly, "His great achievements shocked the Lord, what do you think is a good sign?"

The guardian did not talk about this issue, but changed the subject and said, "I heard that the dean is accepting students here, but these days, he has only accepted one? Or is he as demanding as ever? Is he a cultivation wizard who is not weaker than Liu Jianxian?"

"It's just a registered disciple. In my whole life, I said I would only accept seventy-two people, so I will only accept seventy-two people. I will not make any exceptions. However, the boy is not big or small, but he has a different taste."

No matter how naughty the students I accepted in the past were, once they heard that he was the dean of the academy, no one would dare to treat him like this. Only this brat would do this, without knowing his identity and speaking without any taboos.

It's a different feeling.

The guard smiled and said, "No matter what, if that kid knows the identity of the dean in the future, I'm afraid his jaw will drop."

The dean said impatiently, "Ning Ping, you are busy with military affairs all day long. Are you here today just to talk nonsense to me? If so, I can also be the general of the North."

The guardian laughed off the dean's words.

After a moment of silence, the guardian suddenly smiled and said, "This time I came to invite the dean to return to the capital of the gods."

The dean looked at the guardian envoy, a little confused.

The guardian said, "The restricted area in Mobei seems to be dissipating. It seems that the barrier will disappear soon."

The previous optimistic estimate was that it would last for more than ten years, but now it seems that it will completely dissipate in just a few years.

The dean raised his eyebrows and said, "What then?"

"When the war starts again, it will no longer be suitable for the dean to stay here."

The guard said calmly, "A scholar like the dean really doesn't deserve to die in the north."

The dean clicked his tongue and said, "So you, Ning Ping, are afraid that I will die in the north and you can't explain it to the academy?"

The guardian didn't say a word, but that's what he meant.

If the dean dies in the north, it will be a big blow to all the scholars in Daliang.

"It is said that there are still several years. Even if the war starts tomorrow, can't I go to the city to kill the enemy?"

The dean snorted coldly, his expression ugly.

The guard said softly, "I know why the dean is here, but in fact it is not necessary. The Wei family is guilty. Although Mr. Wei is a descendant of the Wei family, the court has made a conclusion and it does not involve anything. Why should the dean do this?"

The dean gave the guardian a cold look.

The guardian envoy also smiled bitterly.

"Ning Ping, you warriors can die on this city, why can't we scholars die on this city?"

The dean took a deep breath and said calmly, "Don't talk to me about the things that are and are not. Even if I die in this place, no one will scold you in the future. There will only be more scholars who will die here."

The guard stopped talking.

The dean sneered and said, "Nothing is taken for granted. There is nothing that you have to guard here. We will study the principles of learning painstakingly in the back. Who is not a good person? How can there be so many people in the world who should be like this?"

The guard was silent for a long time this time, and then asked with a smile, "How about we join forces, go to Mobei to find the Demon Emperor, and then work together to kill him?"

The dean narrowed his eyes and uttered two words, "Get out!"

The guardian laughed.

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Daliang, the capital of God.

The first snow of the year came too quickly and too hard, and soon the whole side of the bamboo house would be dyed white.

The two young men were allowed by their master's wife to practice for only half a day today, and for the other half, they had a snowball fight in front of the bamboo house.

After all, their childish innocence was still there. Although the two teenagers were from the same school, they really had no intention of holding back on this kind of thing. The angle was tricky, and the two of them didn't pay attention, so they were hit on the forehead and in the eye.

But even though they were in pain, the two of them didn't take it seriously. After getting tired of playing, they looked at each other and ran out for a walk.

The young woman sitting under the eaves with a small stove in front of her did not stop him. It was only after the two left that she began to flip through the newspaper that had just been delivered to her.

The new year is coming soon, and overall this year has been relatively peaceful in Daliang. Although some things have happened before, they have never been able to affect the overall trend.

After reading the Di newspaper, she took out a map with many sects marked outside Fang. On it, Jian Sect and Jian Qi Mountain had already been drawn with a red circle.

After that, I finished half of the painting infatuatedly.

But now her eyes have fallen on Wantian Palace and Luming Temple.

Although there are many major sects outside the country, after all, only these few places can dominate the world's major events.

If we really want to go to war with the demons, we have enough now, but if we want to accomplish such a feat as destroying the demons, we must be united.

Xie Nandu narrowed his eyes slightly, said nothing, and finally put his hands on the stove to feel the heat.

——

A woman went south all the time, only walking through the mountains and forests.

But the surrounding monsters, after sensing the breath of this woman, chose to hide.

The woman was born with a pair of snow-white eyes, and her posture could not be said to be peerless beauty, but it was not much different.

She went south this time just to kill people.

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