"Well, Master Xun exposed such a big flaw in the chess game to test me?"
After twenty chess pieces were placed on each other, although no chess pieces were surrounded and eliminated on the entire rather large chessboard, the general trend was beginning to show. Zhang Liang took a closer look and thought about the situation on the chessboard at this moment.
Master Xun's chess prowess is far superior to mine. Even so, he should perform well, lest Master Xun think that his chess skills are poor, which would damage the face of Confucianism, and even damage the good words of the Nine Young Masters.
He immediately dropped a son to satisfy Uncle Xun's heart.
As Uncle Xun's black chess piece fell in front of him, Zhang Liang suddenly moved. It was indeed a test of himself, and he did not stop himself at that flaw. Even so, he should keep up.
Surrounding him step by step, the ten chess pieces fell down and he picked up the six black chess pieces belonging to Uncle Xun.
"Well, why did I lose my position before I even started my formation?"
Xun Kuang's expression remained the same. He stared at the chess game in front of him with a pair of bright, old-looking eyes. Seeing that his six chess pieces were gone, his heart suddenly lurched. After a closer look, he discovered the problem.
After thinking about it, I made it up with one hand!
"This..., why did Uncle Xun reveal another flaw to me? Is he afraid that it would be difficult for me to win?"
Looking at where Master Xun's chess piece was, Zhang Liang's heart moved again. The flaw before was not that big, but now Master Xun's chess piece is different. In this case, he cannot live up to his good intentions.
Six white pieces fall, and nine black pieces are captured.
After a few breaths, Xun Kuang once again lost one piece.
Seven steps later, the dragon was beheaded!
"……."
"Zifang, you are indeed... good. As Han Fei said in his letter, you are more suitable for Confucianism than him. If nothing else, your chess skills are already good."
"It's been more than a month since Sanghai. Looking at your heart, you still have distracting thoughts, but you still can't let go of the past?"
Xun Kuang held a piece in his hand and watched Zhang Liang take out his black pieces one after another. He wanted to make a move, but found that there was no piece to move. He couldn't help but play with the piece gently with one hand, praised it, and started another topic.
"Zifang dare not go against his will."
"The motherland was destroyed, the land fell, the people were dispersed, and the best friends were gone. Liang... remained alone and alone, and fell into the small sage village."
Mentioning this matter, Zhang Liang's eyebrows were slightly lowered. He made a bow and looked at the chess game in front of him. No matter how good the chess game is, the general trend is not mine. The quicksand of the past has spread, and Xinzheng has the potential to change.
Unfortunately, everything is in the past.
Amidst the hustle and bustle, scenes are swirling. In recent months, news has been coming from South Korea. First, Yingchuan County was established, and secondly, a number of old Korean gentry ministers surrendered.
Anyone who wants to resist will be killed directly. It is said that South Korea also has a hunting document on him. If he still stays in his hometown, it will be extremely dangerous.
"If a country is governed by governance, it will be prosperous; if it is governed by chaos, it will be misfortunes."
"If you strengthen the foundation and use it sparingly, then the sky will not be poor. When you are well prepared and active, then the sky will not be sick. If you cultivate the Tao without hesitation, then the sky will not be harmed. Zifang, South Korea was destroyed by Qin. This is both the choice of heaven and the way of heaven.
South Korea’s own choice.”
"Is it South Korea that you are worried about? Is it Koreans? Is it the blood of the five generations of prime ministers? Or something else?"
Although he was sitting alone in the depths of the Little Sage Village, Xun Kuang quickly learned about every major event in the Xia Dynasty. Marquis Wuzhen of Qin State led the troops of Nanyang to destroy Han. At this point, the Korean state was cut off and the royal family no longer existed.
But this result was not surprising to Xun Kuang. In his own eyes, South Korea was dead in name only. The great road did not exist, and political power and tactics were rampant. This was the way to death.
A few years ago, Han Fei bid farewell to him and returned to Xinzheng, South Korea. He wanted to reverse South Korea's national power, and even attempted to seize the throne of the Xia Dynasty. Xun Kuang felt that it was not impossible. However, Qin did not give South Korea time after all.
South Korea also did not give itself time.
Hearing Zhang Liang's voice, he shook his head. I am afraid that even now, no one can understand why he is sad or sad. After all these words fell, Zhang Liang fell silent.
"Zifang, you are a smart person, not inferior to Han Fei."
"At the beginning, Han Fei asked me, wanting to worship me as his teacher and pursue the great path, but I didn't directly agree. Instead, I asked him a question?"
"Today, are you willing to solve it?"
Xun Kuang continued to whisper that Han Fei was his most valued disciple. Although he died, his name will live on in history. In those years, among his disciples, only Han Fei and Li Si could match him.
"Uncle Master!"
Zhang Liang kowtows his head to the ground and pays homage to him.
"There is no shortage of talented people among all the people in Xia, but people like the heads of hundreds of families are extremely rare."
"You...do you know why?"
Since the Spring and Autumn Period, hundreds of schools of thought have arisen. Anyone who can lead a family is extraordinary, let alone the founder. But why are they the only ones in the world who have succeeded in creating hundreds of schools of thought and have spread them to this day?
The rest of the people of the same generation were lost to everyone.
Zhang Liang savored it carefully. This question was very simple. There were many in his mind. The leader of hundreds of schools of thought had always been good. He wanted to say something, but he seemed unable to say anything.
Taoism? Created by Guan Yinzi!
Confucianism? Founded by the disciples of Confucius!
The Mohist family? Founded by Mo Zhai and his disciples!
Legalism? It comes from Taoism and integrates the natural knowledge of heaven and earth into governing the country!
Is it because they are knowledgeable?
no!
No one dares to say that he is unparalleled in courage and wisdom in his own era!
Is it because they have followers?
No, hundreds of schools have different strengths and weaknesses, and some schools even only have one or two people. This was especially true when Taoism was first established.
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"The ovary... is stupid and cannot understand thoroughly!"
The extremely messy information is constantly shuttled back and forth, trying to find the answer that I think is the most suitable. Possible answers appear one after another, but then they are rejected. The expression is extremely tangled and the brows are furrowed.
A whole stick of incense time.
Zhang Liang also thought about it for a while. He had dozens or hundreds of answers in his mind, but he felt unsatisfied.
"Hahaha, no... Actually, you already have the answer, it's just that you don't know it yourself."
"You have been getting along with Wei Zhuang of Guigu Sect for a long time. It seems that you have not learned the essence of Guigu Sect from him. Why do each generation of Guigu Zongheng disciples scare the princes?"
"Is it their strategy? Is it their courage? Is it their martial arts? None of these are important. You need to find the answer yourself!"
Xun Kuang's clear laughter spread, he leisurely stood up from the futon, straightened his clothes a little, but the ovary was like a piece of rough jade. The more it was like this, the less it could be carved by outside forces.
If you can transform on your own, you will become an unparalleled talent in the future.
"Uncle Master."
Zhang Liang's handsome face became even more suspicious. He watched his uncle get up and followed him.
"You played good chess today, but you can't do your other homework."
"Go back today and copy the Analects of Confucius ten times!"
Unexpectedly, Zifang was not old but his chess skills were quite good. Xun Kuang turned around and left, standing behind his back with one hand behind his back. He felt a little embarrassed after being defeated today. It seemed that he had to study the chess records carefully recently.
As for the ovary, why don’t you know how to give way to yourself?
Learn a little lesson or two.
"Ten...ten times "The Analects of Confucius"?"
"yes!"
Zhang Liang was about to say goodbye to Uncle Xun when he heard his last words and suddenly felt something in his heart. Although he didn't understand what Uncle Xun meant, reading "The Analects of Confucius" ten times seemed a bit too much.
Could it be that the answer to the question that Uncle Master just asked himself is in the Analects of Confucius?
For a moment, the depths of Zhang Liang's mind were filled with confusion.
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"Sister Purple Girl."
"Are we going to be in Chu country next?"
Leaving Nanyang County of Qin State, one crosses into the land of Chu State. On a relatively gentle official road, several carriages advance forward, either carrying people or cargo.
In the Chu Kingdom, rivers criss-crossed and criss-crossed constantly. When the curtain on one side of the carriage was opened, a beautiful face was revealed. Looking at everything unfamiliar, the voice fell low and the show turned to another person in the carriage.
"The land of Xinzheng and the original Yingchuan became Yingchuan County of the Qin State, and Nanyang County and Sanchuan County were expanded. The Qin State will soon implement the rule of law there. For us, it is not a good place."
"The Qin State wants to attack and destroy the Shandong states, and the Chu State is definitely the final target. Moreover, with the Chu State's foundation and strong resistance, we may stay in the Chu State for a long time."
Wearing a gorgeous purple dress, her soft and beautiful purple hair was not as tight as a bun, hanging down the side of her neck. Between her eyebrows, she was calm and indifferent. Facing Hong Lian's gaze, the purple girl responded softly.
When Liusha was still in Xinzheng, he wanted to deal with the forces of Ye Mu, and he also made a move in Chu State, and now it can be used.
"What about him?"
"He hasn't remembered the past yet?"
The ninth brother is dead, the fourth brother is also dead, his father is imprisoned in the Nanyang Valley, guarded heavily by the Qin State, and the little Liangzi has also gone to the Little Sage Village in Songhai, and now only sister Zinu is around.
Now that he has arrived in the land of Chu, he... is also in Chu.
But he... had no memory. During his stay in Xinzheng, he had no words after all.
"The day when the prince takes up the throne and ascends the throne is the day when the seal on the village's body no longer exists."
"At that time, he will come to us personally."
The seal on Zhuang's body, I also learned from the farmer's mouth, that it was the sleeping curse seal of the Yin Yang family, which was very overbearing. For such a binding seal, Zhuang must be the first one to want to lift it.
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Also, what Guanzhuang is planning in Chu State seems to be manipulative, but in fact they are all aimed at lifting the seal.
"Young Master bears the cud?"
"When will he ascend the throne?"
Honglian didn't know much about this person, but since he was related to him, he had to be concerned about it.
"Within a year or two."
Zi Nu thought for a while and gave an answer.
"A year or two!"
"Sister Zinu, will we go to Shouchun?"
Honglian asked again.
"No, we go directly to the land of Lanling."
"Shouchun is now in chaos."
Purple Girl responded.
"Sister Zinu, from today on, my name will be Chi Lian. If Korea does not exist, Honglian will no longer exist. What do you think?"