Chapter 210 Confucian Mansion Thousand Training Chapter
Chapter 210 Confucianism Thousand Training Chapter
Lu Daoxuan thought about it and finally chose to endure it, because apart from victory or defeat, what is more important is that Shui Wuxin's breakthrough in the battle is now unstable. Once he continues to fight, he may win, but he may leave stubborn diseases.
Regardless of whether Shui Wuxin wanted to continue fighting, between the outcome of a game and Shui Wuxin's future, Lu Daoxuan decisively chose the latter.
People should live freely. No one can force a scribe to give up his own future to achieve a certain goal, not even a scribe.
This is the concept held by Wei Changli, and Lu Daoxuan deeply believes in it.
This battle was not without any effect. At least it allowed everyone to see that the Wen Mansion, which had been dormant for many years, still had the strength to challenge the Confucian Mansion.
At the same time, it is not easy for Yuefu and Wufu to completely replace Wenfu's position.
The Ehu Club has evolved from a fight between eight mansions to a battle between the Confucian and Wen mansions. Zhao Suixian and Meng Qingge each defeated their opponents and became the next group to fight.
The next two battles are particularly crucial, and Jiang Yan's opponent is the No. 1 Tianjiao of the Eight Prefectures, Yan Youqin.
Facing the battle, Jiang Gu didn't have many emotional fluctuations. After all, whether he was scared, excited, or fearful, this battle was inevitable.
Faced with things that are beyond one's control, simply calm down.
After he received three hundred lashes, the people in the Confucian government felt that their Thousand Instructions had been challenged, so they directly sent a book boy to follow him to check whether he drank alcohol, whether he cursed, and whether he was disgraced.
Destroy the reputation of the Holy Land of Confucianism.
As soon as he picked up the wine, someone ran up behind him and recited the Thousand Instructions of Confucianism to him.
Feeling really depressed, Jiang Gu simply left the Confucian Mansion and went to see other places in Xihe.
Xihe is located in a plain area with fertile soil. No matter how much he dislikes Confucian scholars, the people here are indeed very prosperous.
Two years ago, a severe famine in Yunzhou displaced countless people and forced them to exchange their children for food. If it had happened in Xihe, it would definitely not have been so tragic.
If Qing Dynasty is a capital city soaked in wine, Xihe City is a big city submerged in farmland.
There were many farmhouses in the Tianqian street. Among them, Jiang Yan saw a young man riding on the back of an ox with his trouser legs and sleeves rolled up. He was reading seriously with a book in his hand. The sky was like a vast expanse of blue water, and the waves floating in the farmhouse were also there.
The wisps of cooking smoke add a bit of life.
A very simple picture made Jiang Yan taste a different rhythm. The boy's skin was a little yellowed due to long-term sun exposure. He could not be said to be handsome, but he was very clean and simple, and his every move was integrated with the surrounding environment.
The young man seemed to have finished his day's work and was reading a book. The wise old scalper took him home.
All the pictures were fixed in Jiang Chan's mind. Jiang Chan took out the pen and paper from the bookcase and began to draw.
I don’t pursue the quality of the painting, nor how powerful my painting spirit is. I just record the beauty and tranquility that touch my soul on the painting paper stroke by stroke.
After finishing it, Jiang Yan looked at it carefully and found that it was perfect.
"Is that me in the painting?"
The painting was so serious that Jiang Yan didn't even know when the boy riding the bull had arrived beside him.
"The scene just now was completely different from that of Yunzhou. I felt something in my heart, so I drew it. Please forgive me, brother," Jiang Yan said hurriedly.
"The painting is really good, can you give it to me?" The man smiled, his eyes clear and bright.
"sure"
It's just a random painting, and it doesn't have much value if it's not finished, so it's just a gift.
The man jumped off the old scalper's back, carefully put the scroll away, and put it together with his books into the book basket on the horns of the cow.
"Are you a painter who came to participate in the Goose Lake Party?"
"Well, we scribes couldn't bear to be restrained. We were really uncomfortable staying in the Confucian mansion, so we sneaked out," Jiang Yan said.
"Confucianism Qianxun, if you hadn't lived here since childhood, it would be really difficult to adapt. It would be really difficult for you," the man said with a smile.
Jiang Yan took out the wine and was about to take a few sips when he looked at the bull rider.
"You won't recite the Thousand Instructions of Confucianism to me, will you?"
"No, feel free to drink here. I won't report you."
The wind blew through the rice fields, and one or two ears of wheat hung down, casting half a patch of shade. Jiang Yan and the man sat together on a ridge in the Xihe field, next to an old ox lying on the ground and taking a nap.
The boy riding the bull saw Jiang Chan's cheerful expression, so he asked curiously.
"Is wine really that good?"
"Of course, have you never drank before?" Jiang Yan was a little surprised.
"No, after all, I am also a Confucian scholar."
"Since you are a Confucian scholar, why don't you stop me like everyone else?" Jiang Yan asked strangely.
"Thousands of Confucian training are not used to restrain others, but to restrain oneself."
"I didn't expect that there are some Confucian scholars who are not so rigid." Jiang Yan suddenly felt good about him.
"It just doesn't look rigid, in fact I also abide by the Qianxun rule.
For example, if you don’t surround a spring field with marshes, you won’t cover the flocks, you won’t collect the eggs of the common ducks, you won’t remove the jade from the body, you won’t play the harp without any reason, you won’t clean the county with no reason, and you won’t drink alcohol without any reason.
When you leave the house, you must ask for it, and when you return to the house, you must inform first. If the elder is tired, then bow. If the elder asks, bow and then say goodbye. Confucian scholars can die in public, they can die in restraint, and they can die in ceremony."
The man riding the bull waggled his fingers and counted all the treasures in his family, which made Jiang Yan's head spin.
"What's the point of this?"
"Many people think that the Confucian government adheres to the rigid dogma of the Qianxunzhang, but no matter what the outside world thinks, the number of Qianxunzhang in the Confucian government has not only not decreased, but has been increasing, because the Qianxunzhang is the foundation of the existence of the Confucian government."
This man's eloquent talk made Jiang Qian a little puzzled. The foundation of the existence of a mansion was all secret laws and cultivation methods. This was the first time he heard that the cornerstone of the Confucian mansion was dogma.
"I don't think Qianxunzhang is more powerful than your awe-inspiring righteousness and heavenly and human laws."
"The way of heaven and earth is ethereal, and the Confucian masters once said that it is hidden among all living beings. Therefore, Confucian scholars take the heart of heaven and earth as their own heart, take the lives of all living beings as their own lives, and gain enlightenment from them.
Whether it is the awe-inspiring righteousness or the art of heaven and man, they all actually originate from the righteous way of heaven and earth that we uphold.
Since we are on the right path, we must ensure that practitioners who uphold the Dao cultivate their bodies and minds, so that they can be impartial, neither angry nor happy, and control human desires. Thousands of trainings are the foundation for Confucian scholars to develop Confucianism and Dao."
"What you are saying is a bit mysterious. If someone could really do what Qian Xunzhang said, he would have become a saint long ago. Also, the reputation of you Confucian scholars in the Eight Prefectures is not as good as you think.
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From Lu Daoxuan alone, Jiang Yan had heard of no less than a dozen sentence patterns used to criticize Confucian scholars.
"The original intention of the Qianxunzhang is excellent and the most ideal state. But people are still human after all, and the most difficult things to escape from are fame and fortune. Most of the slanders in the Eight Prefectures are born from this."
The two of them were chatting on the field ridges and under the wheat ears, from shallow to deep, with the setting sun and fiery sunset glow behind them.
Jiang Yan questioned, the bull rider explained his doubts, Jiang Yan defended, and the bull rider clarified his doubts.
No one could convince the other during the conversation between the two, but neither of them blushed. All the questions and answers were as clear as water, and only the wind in the field and the cattle beside them could hear them.
Seeing that the sky was about to end, the two parted ways. The man patted the dust off his body and sat on the back of the bull again, heading home under the sunset.
Jiang Yan suddenly remembered that he hadn't asked his name yet, so he shouted at his back.