But unlike everyone else who looked curious, Jiang Fan noticed that an old man sitting at the front of the disciples looked gloomy and very unhappy.

And Jiang Fan also knew from the lecture just now that this person is Yan Congwen, a younger brother of Master Yan and the current Grand Master of Wenqiu.

"Master Jiang just listened carefully. Do you agree with what I said?"

Jiang Fan said sincerely: "Master is very knowledgeable and has learned a lot. I have benefited a lot from him."

Old Master Yan brushed his beard and said, "But what I saw just now, the young master shook his head slightly about something. Could it be that he has other high opinions?"

Jiang Fan shook his head. The subjects taught by the old master just now were mainly some theories on governing the country, especially the respect for the monarch's power, and there were no restrictions. However, Jiang Fan knew very well that this would only lead to the disadvantages of being an independent man.

But he also understood that this era has its ideological cognition, which is determined by historical development and the soil of the times, and cannot be directly negated by thinking from later generations.

But in order to cover up the matter, he found a small point and said casually: "I just think that a gentleman just said that the country is suffering from poverty, and I don't agree with it. I only think that those who have a country and a family are not worried about being few but about inequality. Personally,

Just an opinion."

"Don't worry about the shortage but the inequality?" Old Master Yan pondered for a moment, and his eyes brightened: "Okay, the words are simple, but the principles are profound. Mr. Jiang is very knowledgeable."

Jiang Fan smiled and said: "In terms of knowledge, how dare I try to do something for everyone? Master, I am here for one thing only."

Old Master Yan chuckled: "Let me guess what happened in the temple?"

Jiang Fan nodded: "Master is so wise, I don't know what you mean?"

Master Yan said: "This place is only for teaching, not for discussing state affairs."

Jiang Fan said: "Teachers teach the truth, impart knowledge and solve doubts. But if you teach the Tao and teach knowledge, but cannot apply what you have learned to serve the country and the people, what is the meaning of this teaching? I dare you to ask Master to clear up Jiang Fan's confusion."

Yan Congwen couldn't help but said: "It's rude, Master is the master of the world, how can I allow you to criticize what I have done? Don't talk about Master, everyone in front of you is your elders, who are not full of knowledge and knowledge. I admit that you have written good poems,

But studying and governing a country is not limited to a few poems. Regarding this, all of you here can be your teacher."

Jiang Fan looked at him: "Mr. Yan, Jiang Fan, who knows people without being born, who can be without confusion? If you are confused and do not follow the teacher, you will be confused, and you will never understand. He was born before me, and he asked questions first."

I, I will learn from him; after he was born after me, his question also came from me before me, so I will learn from him from here. I am the teacher of the Tao, I don’t know who was born before or after me? Therefore, there is no nobility or no honor.

Being humble has neither long nor little. Where the Tao exists, the teacher exists."

Yan Congwen's expression changed drastically: "...You, you are so arrogant, you ignore the dignity of elders and juniors, and you don't know how to respect teachers..."

Jiang Fan showed a joking look, unfolded the strange thing in his hand, and shook it slowly a few times. Only then did everyone realize that it was a folding fan they had never seen before. There were landscape poems on it, and it was actually very elegant.

I saw Jiang Fan shaking his folding fan and said calmly: "Even a saint has no permanent teacher. The ancients said that if three people walk together, there must be my teacher. The disciple does not have to be inferior to the teacher, and the teacher does not have to be better than the disciple. There is a priority in learning the Tao, and there is a specialization in skills."

, that’s all.”

These remarks were like thunder that struck his ears, and Yan Congwen was dumbfounded until he was speechless.

However, Master Yan's eyes widened and he couldn't help but burst into surprise: "What a great article! What a teacher who preaches, teaches, and resolves doubts. He can explain the way of a master in one word. A good threesome must have a teacher. A good disciple does not need to be inferior to the teacher, and the teacher does not need to

You are wiser than your disciples! Your teachings are clear, your teachings are enlightening, and I have learned from you."

After saying that, he stood up and bowed deeply to Jiang Fan.

There was an uproar in the hall. This old Master Yan, who is known as the literary saint, was so generous and claimed to have been taught. If word spread, it would definitely shock the entire literary world.

Jiang Fan hurriedly stepped forward and cupped his hands and said, "Master, I've offended you. You acted out of emotion and talked nonsense. Master, please don't be offended."

Master Yan grabbed his arm and said, "Nonsense? This is the way of being a teacher. From ancient times to the present, no one has ever said this, and I suddenly understood. This statement can be turned into an article, and all teachers in the world should take it as a guide."

A model of self-cultivation and scholarship!”

This evaluation was so high that the eighteen disciples were shocked. This means that from now on, Jiang Fan's casual remarks will become the way of the teacher.

Master Yan sighed with emotion: "I have heard for a long time that Jiang Fantian's poems and songs accounted for eight percent of the millennium romance. But how can the world's articles be based only on poems and words? I was a little skeptical at first, but when I saw it today, the words were so brilliant that I felt that

The world doesn’t appreciate it enough!”

His words shocked everyone present. The person who said these words was Old Master Yan, who has lived for thousands of years.

The only literary saint. Once these remarks came out, Jiang Fan became a real literary saint, and could even be called the next generation of literary saints.

Jiang Fan was also greatly embarrassed. On a whim, he borrowed a master's work to refute the other party, but he forgot how important the historical status of this article was.

He quickly waved his hand and said, "Master, I'm trying to offend you. These are the words of a great scholar in my hometown, not the words of a young man. Please don't flatter me."

After these words came out, the whole hall calmed down a bit. This statement was still convincing, and Jiang Fan did not plagiarize this statement, which shows that his conduct is quite upright.

However, only Master Yan showed deep meaning: "May I ask where this great Confucian is? I should pay a visit to such a person."

Jiang Fan paused, opened his mouth and was speechless. Did I tell you that... that... that place?

When Old Master Yan saw this, he brushed his beard and smiled with appreciation.

All the disciples understood this statement. What else could they not understand about this situation? Obviously there is no such thing as a great scholar, it was just what this young man said casually.

Everyone looked at each other and could see the disbelief on each other's faces.

And Yan Congwen's face turned livid. This rebuttal made him speechless, and it also fulfilled this boy's reputation. From now on, everyone will regard himself as a negative joke when talking about today.

Jiang Fan didn't want to dwell on this topic anymore and quickly changed it: "Master, I just want to talk about state affairs, how about it?"

Old Master Yan looked at him deeply and nodded slowly: "Well, knowledge is to apply what you learn to serve the country and the people. In this case, you can't escape state affairs, family affairs, and world affairs. I will talk to my little friend.

.”

Jiang Fan quickly thanked him.

At this time, Master Yan waved his hand and told all the other disciples to retreat, even Yan Congwen was no exception.

Yan Congwen wanted to stay, but he couldn't go against the master's wishes, so he had to look at Jiang Fan bitterly and follow the others out.

After everyone left, Master Yan asked Jiang Fan to sit across from him.

"My little friend's remarks are really refreshing. I feel so relieved to be lucky enough to meet such a young talent."

Jiang Fan said humbly: "Master, I praise you, but I just discuss the matter and express my feelings."
Chapter completed!