"Yes." Faced with Xunzi's unreserved praise of Wei Yan, Wan Zhang said in agreement.
Knowing oneself is something that sounds simple, but few people can do it. It is even more amazing when such a character appears in a teenager.
At least when they are of the same age as Wei Yan, they may not be the same as Wei Yan.
"Wei Yan, Fu Nian, Zhang Liang, and Yan Lu have the future of Little Saint Xian Manor, so I can rest assured." Wan Zhang added.
Wan Zhang could already vaguely feel that his end was approaching.
In recent years, his energy and blood have become increasingly depleted and weakened, and he has become increasingly unable to do many things.
He is not afraid of death.
No matter how strong a person is, his lifespan is ultimately limited, and he has lived long enough. He has already thought about many things that young people cannot think about.
But if there's anything he can't let go of, it's the Little Saint's Manor.
Although Fu Nian and the others are strong, and Xunzi is on top of them, if they were to die innocently, they would still be weak compared to other great sects in the world, or to the outstanding schools of thought in hundreds of schools of thought.
Xunzi looked deeply at Wan Zhang.
"Brother, my Confucianism is divided into two schools: the literary school and the military school. I belong to the literary school, and I teach Junior Brother Wei Yan classics and history. You belong to the martial school, teach him martial arts. How about that?" Xunzi said to Wan Zhang.
"Not very good." Xunzi interrupted Wan Zhang's emotional state of mind, and said calmly to Xunzi.
Their Confucianism emphasized the cultivation of both civil and military skills, but he knew very well that no matter how high a person's martial arts skills were, it was his thoughts that drove him to use his skills.
And literature is the thing that can most influence a person's thinking.
What is the difference between asking Xunzi to teach Junior Brother Wei Yan those sage classics and directly giving this disciple to Xunzi?
There is still a difference.
He no longer has to teach martial arts to Junior Brother Wei Yan.
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On the other hand, Tian Yan followed Zhang Liang and Yan Lu to class.
Confucianism requires students to master six basic talents, namely: "ritual", "music", "shooting", "imperialism", "book" and "number".
These six skills are collectively called the "Six Confucian Arts".
The courses in Little Sage Village also revolve around these six skills.
Of course, although the schoolwork at Xiaoshengxian Village can be considered onerous in the eyes of many people in this era, it is still far behind the education Tian Yan experienced in his previous life.
But one thing is very similar, that is, it focuses on "books" and other courses are only half a day a week.
Of course, there will be no cases where teachers who teach "minor subjects" such as archery and military studies will get sick. After all, many subjects are taught by just one or two people.
You can’t just finish teaching Confucian sage classics in the morning and then teach archery and horsemanship in the afternoon when someone falls ill...
Today’s two courses are “Book” and “Shooting”.
Teacher Yan Lu took over the "main subject" class in the morning.
Yes, substitute teaching, because the original teacher Fu Nian went to retreat.
Zhang Liang still had a lot of things to copy, so he left first.
When I followed Yan Lu to the classroom where Confucian disciples usually attend class, it was not yet class time and none of the disciples had arrived yet.
Beautiful wooden tables are neatly arranged in the room.
This is the place where Confucian disciples have morning classes. At the same time, everyone usually has breakfast here.
"Mr. Yan Lu, where should Wei Yan go?" Tian Yan looked around and asked Yan Lu.
"I don't dare to be called Mr. Master. Uncle has a special status, so why don't you just sit next to Lu." Yan Lu cupped his hands at Tian Yanyi.
"Now in class, you teach and I learn. Naturally, I have to call you sir. As for sitting next to you, forget it and add another table in the back." Tian Yan politely declined Yan Lu's offer.
proposal.
Are you kidding me, do you teach next to the teacher?
Isn’t that the treatment that only the “Dharma protectors” in the classroom are entitled to?
"You are my uncle. The etiquette of seniority should be as follows. Don't dare to overstep the limit." Yan Lu continued to maintain the gesture of cupping his hands and said calmly to Tian Yan.
Do you still have to ask me to be a protector?
Tian Yan thought secretly feeling embarrassed.
"Let me tell you a story, sir." Tian Yan said to Yan Lu.
She couldn't do anything today in class next to the teacher.
"Uncle, please speak." Yan Lu said respectfully.
Looking at Yan Lu, who was his senior brother yesterday, Tian Yan only felt that the world was so bizarre.
Reality is often more twists and turns than stories.
So she decided to tell a fable to fool Yan Lu.
"Once upon a time, there was a man who was extremely talented in calligraphy and painting. He visited many famous teachers, but he felt that those teachers were not as talented as him.
Until finally, he found a master and asked the master to explain to him why he couldn't find a teacher who could teach him?" Tian Yan said slowly.
At this time, a normal person should ask, why can't he find a teacher?
But Yan Lu is different.
"Dare I ask my uncle, is this story really true?" Yan Lu asked Tian Yan doubtfully.
"Have you never heard of it?" Tian Yan asked Yan Ludao.
"Disciple has never heard of it." Yan Lu answered truthfully.
Of course, he has to be a ghost if he can listen to it.
"That's not important. What's important is the truth in the story." Tian Yan said calmly.
"I hope my uncle will teach me." Yan Lu cupped his hands after hearing this.
"The master asked him to paint a picture." If you want to attract other people's attention, you have to be more subtle.
"Uncle Master, what kind of painting is it?" Yan Lu said as calm as water.
"It's very simple, a teapot pouring water into a teacup.
The young man finished the painting, and the painting was exactly what the old man wanted. A teapot was pouring water into a teacup. The water flow was clear and lifelike, but the master said that his painting was wrong." Tian Yan said slowly.
"Oh? Why is it wrong? Is it because his painting skills are not meticulous enough?" Yan Lu became a little more motivated and asked.
"The master said that the teacup should be placed on top of the teapot." Tian Yan continued.
"No, if the teacup is above the teapot, how can the water in the teapot be poured into the teacup?" Yan Lu asked in surprise when he heard this.
"Yes, if the teacup is placed above the teapot, how do you pour the water from the teapot into the teacup?" Tian Yan did not answer directly, but asked Yan Ludao.
Yan Lu opened his eyes, and it was only then that he realized the profound meaning of Tian Yan's story.
Uncle Master is using this story to educate him.
And he had to admit that although he had never heard the story, the truth was true, and it was similar to the Confucian sages' "not being ashamed to ask questions".
But this kind of truth is even more vivid when it is told in the form of a story by the master's uncle.
Is Uncle Master really only fourteen years old?
He somewhat understood why the master wanted to accept apprentices on his behalf.
It's not just because Uncle Wei Yan is extremely talented.
"Disciple has learned the lesson." Yan Lu once again raised his hands and said respectfully to Tian Yan.