Wei Zhuang had already taken off his black robe and hung it on a clothes hanger-like structure on the side.
He was dressed in purple and black and gold robes, with white hair hanging down on his chest tied by a hairband. His sharp eagle eyes were like sharp swords piercing people's hearts, his sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and his handsome face.
He held a scroll of bamboo slips in his hand, and the contents on it were exactly the poems and essays written by "Wei Yan" during the day.
"The public is eternal, the private is temporary." Wei Zhuang murmured with some emotion.
This bamboo slip is not the original one written by Wei Yan, but copied to him by Zhang Liang.
The original version of that volume has been hidden in the library, just like the previous sentences.
Although Wei Yan's handwriting is not ugly, he is not considered a master of calligraphy.
But the advantage is that it was written by "him" himself, and it has historical "memorable significance".
If there will be historical legacy in this era, then the name Wei Yan will definitely appear.
Whether he is extremely talented or brilliant, or he is in his prime, based on these few famous quotes, Wei Zhuang can be sure that he will go down in history.
Even if it's just a passing glance...
Compared to Zhang Liang and Fu Nian, Wei Zhuang was actually able to understand the meaning of this sentence more deeply, or in other words, he had a deeper feeling about this sentence.
With the same sentence, "The public is eternal, the private is temporary." He thought of quicksand, Legalism, and his late friend Han Fei.
Law does not exist because of the existence of individuals, but depends on the state.
Although Han Feizi has passed away, his works and spirit will live on forever. Doesn't it fit in with the saying "What is public is eternal, what is private is temporary"?
The following sentences seemed to be written specifically for him. Over the years, although he didn't say it on the surface, in fact, he missed Han Feizi.
This poem is written to suit both the occasion and the emotion.
Whether viewed from Gui Gu's point of view, from Quicksand, or from his personal point of view, this poem is perfect.
Even if he is as talented as him, he still has to admit that "Wei Yan" is very powerful.
In previous discussions, he had fought against Wei Yan and lost.
His swordsmanship is extraordinary, his internal strength is profound, and his literary talent is also extraordinary.
In this world, there are not many people who can defeat him, and there are even fewer who can defeat him in swordsmanship.
If it were before, in his heart, both his master Gui Guzi and his senior brother Gai Nie would count.
But now, Wei Yan can be counted as one.
The "Five Realms of Sword" pointed out a clear path for him.
Within a few years, he will definitely be able to reach Wei Yan's current strength.
But when the time comes, he is not sure that he can defeat Wei Yan.
Without him, Wei Yan is too young, he is only fifteen years old now.
He is so young that many people even unconsciously ignore his terrifying strength because of his age.
Similarly, being young means having unlimited possibilities and it means that he will become stronger in the future.
At an extremely terrifying speed.
Fortunately, Zhang Liang told him that this "unborn genius" could be fought for.
Son of Xinling Lord Wei Wuji...
Thinking of this, staring at the letter in his hand, a smile appeared on his lips.
In Fu Nian's bedroom.
Fu Nian's bedroom is very elegant, luxurious but not extravagant. It has an upright bed with a dark green quilt embroidered with brocade patterns folded into "tofu cubes". The edges and corners are as meticulous as a knife.
Facing the bed, there are three rows of bookshelves, with rolls of bamboo slips neatly placed on them. The bamboo slips are stacked from low to high in the shape of a pyramid.
Fu Nian held a bamboo slip in his hand and paced back and forth in front of the desk in the room.
On the two chess tables put together, several chess baskets were placed neatly in fixed corners.
That was the chess table where he usually competed with his two junior brothers. He usually played one against two, so he put the two chess tables together.
Zhang Liang and Yan Lu are both very good at chess. As their senior brother, how could Fu Nian be so bad at chess?
His eyebrows, which used to be full of majesty, are now a bit more joyful.
The slip in his hand is exactly the poem that Uncle Wei Yan wrote today that he copied with his own hands.
The poems and essays written by Uncle Wei Yan are called in memory of Mencius, but in fact, why can't they be used for them?
The public lasts forever, the private lasts only a moment.
This sentence echoed Fu Nian's thoughts.
He is a man with a considerable sense of mission.
The Little Saint's Village now stands tall in the world, but he is confident that he can lead the Little Saint's Village to a new peak.
There are countless great Confucian scholars, but they are not used by the princes, but he is confident that the person who can finally lead the entire Confucianism must be Fu Nian. At the same time, he is also confident that through his own efforts, Confucianism can be used by more people and princes.
Even... adopted by the emperor.
He is also a person with a strong sense of responsibility.
The vast majority of people in this world are seeking fame and fortune.
Those who seek profit do it for the satisfaction of their own selfish desires, for the beauty of their palaces, for the support of their wives and concubines, and for the poor people they know to obtain me.
People who seek fame, because fame can bring greater benefits.
But he is different. What he wants to do and want to do is exactly what Uncle Wei Yan said in the previous four sentences.
"Establish a heart for heaven and earth,
To establish a destiny for the sake of the people,
To carry on the unique learning to the saints,
Create peace for all generations." Fu Nian sang softly.
He was dressed in dark green Confucian clothes, with a jade pendant around his waist, a ribbon as an accessory, and his sleeves fluttering slightly with his steps, which was quite chic, and at the same time, the whole person looked calm and elegant.
The aura on his body became more and more unpredictable, approaching the ancient Confucian sages at the same time.
Many of Uncle Wei Yan's words could often point the way forward for him who was a little confused.
I feel confused because I want to do too many things and my ambitions are too ambitious.
No one can calculate all the secrets from the beginning...
"What is public is eternal, what is private is temporary."
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In Tian Yan's bedroom.
This time, Hiding the Sun did not emphasize that it was for the Qin Dynasty or His Majesty the King of Qin.
He was very satisfied with Mr. Jingshao's knowledge.
Then, without saying a word, he turned and left.
There was another burst of flying over the eaves and walls, and the sun disappeared from Tian Yan's perception.
Tian Yan looked at the bedroom, which had returned to its original state, as if no one had been there before, frowned, turned around and walked back to the bed.
Continue to practice.
She can still practice for a while.
Even if this kind of practice has done very little to improve one's cultivation level, it may be that a period of hard work can only bring about that meager improvement.
But soon, thinking about the complicated reality, she was still a little upset.
After a long time, Tian Yan made a casual move and used his inner strength to capture a wooden sword.
She stood up, closed her eyes tightly, and tried to calm down her mood.
Time passed by like this, Tian Yan stood there, motionless, as if he were a statue if his sleeves weren't shaking slightly.
Suddenly, a sacred and fierce sword energy surrounded the wooden sword in Tian Yan's hand, and she held a beautiful sword flower on her arm.
Immediately, there was a whole set of sword moves.