"Well, it's not that I don't know martial arts. Han Fei and Li Si don't have any talent in martial arts. I'm worried that no one will inherit my martial arts skills." Xunzi said, which makes one sad and sad.
This really stumped Wan Zhang, because what Xunzi said was indeed true.
"Master, uncle, I have something to say." Zhang Liang stood up and said.
"Speak." Wan Zhang looked at Zhang Liangdao.
"Since Junior Brother Wei Yan is here to become a disciple, why not let him choose his own teacher?" Zhang Liang said with a smile.
"Yeah, that's fine." Wan Zhang glanced at Zhang Liang meaningfully and sighed.
People come here to learn from Xunzi, why don’t you let them choose?
I'm afraid that in a few years another earth-shattering Legalist scholar will leave the Confucian "Little Sage Manor".
In recent years, Confucianism has almost become the main source of talents for Legalism.
Zhang Liang has too many thoughts on his mind.
After Han Fei's death, he worked very hard to inherit Han Feizi's ambition.
For this reason, he even lived like Han Fei.
If your junior brother runs away...
He was planning to build a library, and he would have to copy the books one by one.
It’s not enough if the handwriting is not good, I’m afraid the students won’t be able to understand it!
"Wei Yan, what do you think?" Wan Zhang looked at Tian Yan in front of him and asked.
Tian Yan felt that this question was very similar to the sentence "Who would you save first if your mother and I fell into the river?".
"Disciple thought..." Tian Yan decisively changed his name and called himself a disciple.
Let’s not say whose disciple he is.
Then Tian Yan said: "A teacher is someone who teaches, teaches, and resolves doubts.
The disciples are sparse in talent and shallow in learning, so just follow a group of disciples and learn from them.”
She remembered Han Yu's "Teacher's Theory".
These words are very modest. If you don't say it, it's almost as if you didn't say it, but it doesn't matter anyway.
"Junior Brother Wei Yan's four sentences just now are inspiring and enlightening. They are really good words and they have benefited Liang a lot. However, both in terms of seniority and knowledge, he is far beyond ordinary people. How can he study with a group of ordinary disciples?
I'm afraid this is inconsistent with etiquette." Zhang Liang asked Tian Yan.
Hey, I'm just wondering how to proceed with the next few sentences.
When I dozed off, someone gave me a pillow.
"My teacher is the Tao. Where the Tao exists, the teacher exists.
Confucius once said: If three people are walking together, they must have me as their teacher.
The ancient sages traveled far away from others, so they still asked if they could learn from their teachers. Confucius once learned from Tanzi, Changhong, Shixiang, and Laozi, but none of them were as talented as Confucius.
Do disciples have to be inferior to their teachers?
You need to know that there is a sequence of learning, and there is a specialization of skills." Tian Yan said, neither humble nor arrogant.
This paragraph not only spares the previous proposition, but also expresses his own attitude, and then praises Confucianism.
One stone kills many birds.
"Liang has been taught a lesson." Zhang Liang looked at the young man in front of him in shock and said.
Zhang Liang took a deep look at Tian Yan, bowed to Tian Yan, and then returned to his seat.
He couldn't defeat Tian Yan, because Tian Yan was right.
Wei Yan has a noble and elegant temperament, a delicate face, and is as handsome as a woman. There is an indescribable heroism and nobility between his eyebrows. He has a jade waist and gorgeous clothes. These are not things that a child from an ordinary family can have.
Either rich or noble.
But it is hard to imagine that such a noble young man could tell such a truth.
And more importantly, this principle is very consistent with the words and deeds of Confucian sages. He asked questions with Confucian "rituals" and answered with the "words and deeds" of sages.
He could only remain speechless.
He was careless. Who would have thought that a young man less than fifteen years old, before he entered Confucianism, would have such an understanding of the meaning of Confucian classics and be directly guided by the way of a saint?
He was now looking forward to spending time with the person who was about to become his "little junior brother".
You can learn a lot.
He has learned a lot.
Xunzi, Wan Zhang's eyes lit up.
"Zifang." Wan Zhang said.
"Disciple is here." Zhang Liang just sat down and stood up again.
"The last paragraph was copied by Fu Nian. This paragraph is copied by you. Make a few more copies. The library, the bedrooms of all the disciples, and the bedsides of the three of you, and every classroom in the Little Sage Manor, are all here.
Go hang one up!
I would like to encourage those disciples who find it difficult to study in class on weekdays, as well as those disciples who have learned some skills and copied a few articles and then feel self-righteous.
Tell them that there are people outside the world and there is a heaven outside the world. They might as well understand it as a young man who has just entered Confucianism!" Wan Zhang said calmly.
"Disciple, take the order..." Zhang Liang(;′?????`) said.
Especially Wan Zhang.
It has to be said that Tian Yan's talent was beyond Wan Zhang's expectations.
I originally thought that Tian Yan could become a great scholar in Xiaoshengxian Village, but now it seems that he can become one of the "philosophers".
At this moment, an immature idea arose in his mind.
And I can't let it go anymore.
Master, I forgive my disciple Wan Zhang for his unfilial piety. I am afraid I will cause trouble to you this time.
Alas, you have been dead for decades, and you still have to recruit disciples...
I, Wan Zhang, can’t afford to have a little apprentice, but it’s not bad to have a little junior brother...
Junior Brother Wei Yan?
Wan Zhang glanced at Zhang Liang again.
This guy was really smart today and changed his tune very quickly.
But unfortunately, he may not be your junior brother...
He didn't doubt Tian Yan. When Tian Yan said these classic words, if there was a problem, it would become no problem.
First there were Fu Nian, Yan Lu, Zhang Liang, and then there was the talented and talented Wei Yan.
We, the Confucians, are about to rise.
Fu Nian glanced at Tian Yan in shock.
This was the second time today that he was taught by a boy who was younger than him, about thirteen or fourteen years old.
Who is he?
Who have you studied with before?
But if you have studied with others, who in the world can teach such an outstanding disciple?
I'm afraid that person is a scholar.
In fact, what Tian Yan said is not too profound, and many things are not secrets.
But Tian Yan’s examples point directly to the true nature of the sage’s teachings!
Is there really anyone in this world who is born with knowledge?
Then this talent is too evil!
Moreover, in addition to his extremely high academic talent, his "junior brother" Wei Yan, who listened to the conversation between his master and his uncle, was both civilized and martial, and his skill was even better than that of himself and Yan Lu!
How could a boy who looked to be no more than fifteen years old have such a talent!
The rumored evil guardian of the Yin Yang family, the Qin State Master Xing Hun, the so-called first swordsman in the Qin Dynasty, the "Sword Master" Gai Nie was far inferior to him when he was the same age!
He seemed to understand why his master and uncle were arguing.
Teach a disciple who can become one of the disciples, and this relationship between master and disciple can go down in history.
And Tian Yan can indeed do it.
The four sentences he just said alone are enough to make him famous.
Yes, this young man is about to become famous.
Let the master and uncle think about it for a while. I have to buy some time for the master.
"Master, Uncle Xun." Fu Nian said to the two old men with a raised hand.
"What's the matter?" Wan Zhang looked at Fu Nian calmly and said.
"I want to discuss Taoism with swords, so I want to ask Junior Brother Wei Yan for advice."