Tian Yan was dressed in Confucian robes and opened the door directly and walked into a guest room.
In fact, before pushing the door open, Tian Yan had already used his sense of expression to check the situation inside the door.
"Lord Jing Salamander!" Feishuang was sitting at the table with her back to the door. The door behind her was pushed open. She was startled, put one hand on the hilt of the sword, and stood up suddenly.
As soon as he stood up, he saw clearly that the person coming was Tian Yan, and he hurriedly saluted.
Tian Yan's eyes narrowed, he glared at Feishuang, and closed the door behind his back.
Only then did Feishuang realize that there was something wrong with his words.
"Mr. Wei." She bowed her hands again and said.
Tian Yan looked around the room, including a bed, a table, and a window.
The decoration is simple, but also full of Confucian style.
"My subordinate made a mistake and I hope Master Wei will punish him." Feishuang knelt down on one knee and said to Tian Yan.
No matter what purpose Zhao Gao and Zhanri had in getting her to join the trap, the real power brought by joining the trap cannot be faked.
The Frightening Salamander Sword has been hidden by her in the system warehouse.
She originally wanted them to call them "gongzi", and she herself could be considered a "gongzi".
But I thought it was too ostentatious, so I let it go.
"Why are you so frizzy!?" Tian Yan gave her a cold look.
She has special arrangements for this subordinate.
That is, a substitute!
In the original work, Jing Salamander often arranges scapegoats. It has to be said that although this trick is despicable, it is really useful. It can be regarded as a good way for a golden cicada to escape its shell.
However, she is not quite qualified now. She will not start until she is promoted to the first level of killing character in the net.
"This subordinate deserves to die!" Feishuang quickly accused him.
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Xiaoshengxianzhuang, in the study room.
The three heroes of Qi and Lu, who will be famous in the future, are sitting upright and in order, waiting for the teacher's examination.
The old man picked up the pen and wanted to continue copying, but at this moment, his hands were shaking with anger, so he slapped the pen on the table again.
There was an eerie silence in the study room.
The old man closed his eyes to rest and calm down his mind.
Fu Nian, Yan Lu, and Zhang Liang looked at each other, wondering just how angry their master was.
After a while, Zhang Liang spoke first.
"Teacher, what kind of conflict did you have with Uncle Xun Kuang?" Zhang Liang asked with concern.
The old man in Confucian uniform and Confucian crown suddenly opened his eyes. The wind pressure brought by the strong aura caused the snowflakes outside the door to flutter and the books inside the door trembled.
But the old man quickly realized his gaffe, and then waved his hand. Under the influence of a powerful internal force, all the messed up books in the study were restored to their original state.
Really are!
It's Uncle Xun Kuang again.
At this moment, Fu Nian, Yan Lu, and Zhang Liang all sighed silently in their hearts.
"Why do you assert that?" The old man blew his beard and stared at Zhang Liang in front of him.
Zhang Liang fell silent and did not answer.
Fu Nian, who was beside him, also spoke at the same time: "Teacher, please forgive me for being rude. Most of the things you have been angry about in recent years are because of Uncle Xun Kuang."
"well."
The old man did not continue speaking, nor did he get angry, but sighed deeply.
There were indeed many differences between him and Xun Kuang.
At this moment, Fu Nian, Yan Lu, and Zhang Liang suddenly realized that their teacher was old.
Even a moment ago, he was still roaring vigorously.
"What did Uncle Xun Kuang do that made the teacher so worried?" Yan Lu asked their teacher with concern.
All three of them felt a little incredible.
Although their teacher and Uncle Xun Kuang might have conflicts on weekdays, they had never made the teacher so angry!
"Oh, no, no!" The old man in Confucian attire and Confucian crown waved his hand.
"The world is turbid and unclear, a cicada's wing is heavy and a thousand junctures are light; the yellow bell is destroyed and the earthen cauldron thunders..." The old man sighed in a low voice and suddenly stopped singing in a low voice.
These lines are from Chu Ci, and there are two lines that he did not sing.
The slanderers are high and the wise men are unknown.
Those two lines are too heavy when sung.
Then, he picked up the pen again and quietly and meticulously copied the articles on the document.
This time, his hands no longer shook.
"Teacher! This disciple is guilty and has learned his own family law. I hope Master will forgive him." Seeing this, Fu Nian quickly bowed his hands and looked at the teacher in front of him with concern.
For some reason, he was a little panicked when he saw the vicissitudes of life of a master who usually taught sternly and meticulously.
At this moment, this master who devoted himself to teaching and educating people was actually so desolate, as if the sun was declining.
Yan Lu and Zhang Liang looked at each other and were about to confess to the teacher together like Fu Nian, but before they could, they were interrupted by the old man waving his hand.
"Huh? What's wrong with you?" The old man waved his hand to interrupt Zhang Liang and Yan Lu's intention to come out together, and looked at Fu Nian in confusion.
"Disciples know that what the teacher cares about is not his own gains and losses.
It is the classic moral principles left by the ancient sages and sub-sages. As your disciples, I followed you to learn the moral principles of the sages, but due to lack of proficiency in learning skills, I was unable to carry them forward.
This is the disciple's fault. I hope the teacher will forgive me and I will work harder in the future." Fu Nian lowered his head and cupped his hands and said to the Master, his usual elegance was replaced by a touch of dignity.
This teacher had studied under Mencius, and his relationship with the Yasheng Mencius was comparable to that of Confucius and Fusheng Yanhui.
His name has appeared many times in the book "Mencius", and his handwriting still exists in the book "Mencius" written by Mencius and a group of disciples in the Little Sage Village.
Zhang Liang and Yan Lu looked at each other, their eyes filled with surprise.
"Nonsense! Why are you belittling yourself like this!" The master gently put the pen on the table this time.
"Disciple knows..." Fu Nian wanted to continue, but suddenly thought of something and stopped talking without daring to continue.
He pondered for a long time.
"What do you know?" Master calmly asked Fu Nian, his most proud disciple.
"Master makes atonement for his sins. Disciple has spoken out." Fu Nian gritted his teeth and then said: "Uncle Xun Kuang's two disciples, Li Si, have now been appointed as Qin Guoting Wei.
Although Han Feizi had died many years ago, in order to get him, the King of Qin did not hesitate to send troops to the border of South Korea.
Legalism has flourished in many countries, but in such a vast world, no country is willing to adopt our Confucian teachings. This is actually the fault of the disciples’ incompetence, which has caused the teachings of the sages to become dusty.”
I rushed here in a hurry, so I can only continue talking.
Even if the meaning of his words would make his master think that he thought the Tao of Confucius and Mencius was inferior to Shang Jun's legalism, and thus make his master furious, he would still say this.