Dafeng Night Watchman

Chapter 45: Big Brother is so annoying



Stargazing Tower, Bagua Terrace.

The supervisor in white clothes, white hair and white beard sat in front of the desk, holding a glass of wine in his hand, silently looking towards the northwest of the capital.

There was also a table on the left, which was filled with delicious food. In front of the table sat Chu Caiwei, who had an oval face, big eyes, delicate features, and a sweet hidden.

While eating, she kept talking: "Master, when can I enter the sixth rank and become an alchemist?"

The supervisor smiled and replied: "When you stop eating and are willing to practice with peace of mind, the time will come."

Chu Caiwei said in embarrassment: "Then it is unlikely in this life."

She swallowed the food and continued to mutter: "By the way, the fake silver is very easy to burn and explodes when thrown into water. It can't be preserved at all. It's not easy to report to the emperor."

The supervisor whispered: "The old emperor is full and has nothing to do. Let him go."

Chu Caiwei stuck out her tongue: "I dare not say this, you go by yourself."

The supervisor smiled kindly.

"Master, the fourth brother is almost insane, but you don't care. He always runs out of the city for no reason, saying that the door to the mysteries of alchemy has been opened to him."

"Master, I think Xu Qian'an is a good little quick-handed man. Can't we take him to the Sitianjian? Oh, you don't know who he is, the one who solved the tax silver case..."

"..."

"Master, what is grafting?"

The supervisor sighed: "Caiwei."

"Master, tell me."

"Can't you shut your mouth even when you eat?"

"Oh."

A few seconds later...

"Master, why do you always look over there?"

"Caiwei, Master is a little regretful."

"Master, tell me."

"Why doesn't Master know the Confucian art of silence?"

"Hehe..." Chu Caiwei's smug expression just appeared on her face, and suddenly she found that the food on the table was rotting in an instant, emitting an unpleasant smell of sourness.

Her mouth pursed, and she looked like she was about to cry, and she was so distressed that she couldn't breathe: "Master, I was wrong. Change back soon."

The supervisor still looked to the northwest, and said with a smile: "Master will teach you one more truth. In the field of alchemy, most transformations are irreversible."

Chu Caiwei wiped her tears and left crying, "I will never come to accompany you, an old man, again."

...

In the elegant pavilion beside the bamboo forest, Dean Zhao Shou said in a deep voice: "No one is allowed to approach within 30 feet of this place."

While speaking, he waved his sleeves, and the clear air expanded, covering the elegant pavilion for 30 feet.

After doing this, he turned around and looked at the three great scholars who were summoned.

Li Mubai held a teacup in his hand, his face serious, "I have asked, and there were no students near the Sub-Sage Academy at that time, and there was no way to know who entered it.

"The handwriting on the stone tablet does not belong to any student in the academy. I don't think that such ugly words were taught by our academy. "

At this point, Li Mubai felt a little guilty. If it wasn't a student of the academy, who else would be in the academy today except that cheap disciple?

"Knock knock..."

At this time, Zhang Shen knocked on the table. The great scholar put away all his cynicism and refuted his close friend expressionlessly:

"Handwriting can be disguised, especially ugly words."

Chen Tai suddenly asked: "Then, what is the reason for disguising the handwriting? The monument has been standing there for more than ten years. The teachers and students in the academy have tried it and are happy to be the hero. There is no reason to disguise the

handwriting.

"Besides, the brothers Xu Cijiu and Xu Ningyan happened to be hiking in the mountains at that time."

After the three great scholars finished their discussion, they did not speak for a long time.

Li Mubai drank a sip of tea from the cup and sighed: "Establish a heart for the world, establish a life for the people, inherit the lost knowledge of the past sages, and bring peace to the world for all eternity...

"I am ashamed. I have long given up the idea of a career in politics. I only want to be remembered for generations and leave my name in history."

"Brother Chunjing is upright." Zhang Shen gave a thumbs up and praised him, and then said: "Leave the poem of persuasion to me to guide."

Li Mubai immediately changed his words: "Serving the country and the people is not

inconsistent with being remembered in history."

Dean Zhao Shou was stunned, staring at Li Mubai, his eyes flashing, and said in surprise: "Are you going to establish your life?!"

"!!!" Chen Tai and Zhang Shen were shocked.

Li Mubai smiled and stroked his beard: "I suddenly realized it and it became clear."

The other two great scholars were instantly jealous.

After being pointed out by Dean Zhao Shou, the two immediately noticed the subtle changes in Li Mubai's aura.

The third-grade realm of establishing one's life is a realm of finding life goals. Some people study for fame, some for profit, and some for blessing future generations... Everyone has his

own way.

Dean Zhao Shou's way is to create a new school for Confucianism, break the shackles of thought for thousands of scholars in the world, and find a new path.

Therefore, as long as he fails to achieve this goal, he will not be able to break through to the second-grade realm.

Others did not ask Li Mubai about his life goals, because at this time, he himself was also in an/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

hazy state.

Zhang Shen and Chen Tai looked at each other and secretly decided in their hearts that they would retreat to the sub-sage academy to realize the truth from today on and would not come

out.

"From now on, students are not allowed to enter the sub-sage academy." Zhao Shou's eyes, which contained divine brilliance, swept over the great scholars present and said, "This matter is not allowed to be spread outside. I want to make a statement to the three of you." The three great scholars looked at each other and nodded slightly.

Zhao Shou sank his energy into his dantian and said with all his strength: "A gentleman should keep his mouth shut."

...

The two horses galloped quickly. When they were close to the capital, the two brothers slowed down and let the horses trot on the road.

They rented inferior horses, which were only slightly better than poor horses. The advantage was that they were cheap, but the disadvantage was that they had poor physical strength.

They could not keep running at high speed for a long time.

If they died, they would have to pay more than ten taels of silver. The two brothers were people who knew their wallets very well.

Xu Xinnian exhaled a foul breath and finally asked the doubts in his heart: "Brother, should I

explain it?"

He was referring to the shocking motto.

"What do you want me to explain?" Xu Qian'an asked back.

"Brother is just an enlightenment, how can you say such shocking words?" Xu Xinnian raised

his chin proudly:

"That is what a scholar can say. "

Look at how proud you are.... Everything is inferior except for reading, right... I graduated from the nine-year compulsory education and the police academy... And I am also a senior keyboard warrior, deeply influenced by keyboard culture, and I know a little bit about everything... If we really compete in knowledge reserves, you scholars can only be regarded as younger brothers in front of me!

Xu Qian'an really wanted to spit this out.

He pondered for a moment and changed the way he said it: "Cijiu also feels that there are some problems with the current Confucian thought, but when I asked you what scholars should do, your answer is still in line with the standard response of the times."

This sentence made Xu Xinnian fall into deep thought.

"This is the limitation of thought. You scholars are influenced by a certain thought, and over

time, you have become its shape. Even if you realize that it is wrong, it is difficult to break

free." Xu Qian'an talked freely:

"We can change the way we say it: ideological confinement."

"Thoughts are imprisoned..." Xu Cijiu murmured and repeated these four words.

"The dean of Yunlu Academy is also imprisoned by his thoughts and influenced by Cheng's academic thought. He wants to break through and find a new school, but he is in the vortex. How can he lead the world's scholars out of the vortex?"

"The only people who can really do it are those who are outside the vortex.

"Maybe it is because I, my brother, have not read many books that I can take a different approach, be innovative, and not be imprisoned by Cheng's Neo-Confucianism."

Of course, I also have thoughts that come from the 21st century, but no one has given me a wake-up call... Xu Qian'an said in his heart.

To put it bluntly, thought imprisonment is the three views, and the three views are caused by the times. You are in this era and are influenced by it, so you won't think there is anything

wrong with it. Only when the time scale reaches a certain distance can you take a bird's-eye view and discover the problem.

Xu Cijiu didn't speak for a long time. He began to think and study things. After an incense stick

of time, he looked at Xu Qian'an with vigor:

"Brother's words made me suddenly enlightened."

Brother is really amazing.

He has a strong understanding....Xu Qian'an made an evaluation in his heart, but on the

surface he didn't take it seriously, but showed a mocking look:

"It's a pity that you didn't inherit the good genes of my Xu family, you inherited the Li

family."

Brother is really annoying... Xu Cijiu suddenly didn't want to talk to him.

If his mother heard this, she would be so angry that she would slam the table and scold: This

little bastard is just in conflict with me.