"Although all of you here are already scholars, in government studies, you still have to re-study the Four Books and Five Classics, as well as other classics, such as Shuowen, Erya, Laozi, Zhuangzi, Hanfeizi, and Xunzi.
There are also history, etiquette, and arithmetic.”
"After you have learned these, you can then learn parallel prose, poetry, strategies, and in short, the Four Books, Five Classics, and Six Arts of the Gentleman. You are not allowed to miss any of them."
In a school building in the Fu Xue, Song Mu and others, wearing Fu Xue robes and Fu Xue crowns, were sitting in it at the moment. A tutor was holding a ruler in his hand and was walking among the people while talking.
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Every time he said something, people's brows would immediately furrow. By the end, the faces of all the new talents who heard these words had become very shocked.
Kong Zong, who was sitting next to Song Mu, looked up at Song Mu and let out a deep breath.
Song Mu also sighed slightly, feeling speechless in his heart at this moment.
Although we already had a lot of understanding of what scholars wanted to learn, and everyone had already learned a lot, at this moment, I heard the scholar named Wang Guocai explain to everyone how to study in the future.
The courses are also shocking.
Moreover, this is the content of the exam that everyone will take in two months. According to the rules of the government school, if you fail to meet the standards in the literary and martial arts tests three times, you will be expelled from the government school immediately.
It is not easy to learn these things. It can even be said that he is ten times more nervous than others in the past. Song Mu now begins to understand why Senior Brother Sun who studies in the county is so tired and sloppy. The courses studied in this government are also the same.
People who suffer become tired.
Song Mu comforted himself and regarded this as a course he had taken in college in the past. Anyway, at that time, he went to the library every day and couldn't put down the books.
Although most people sighed in their hearts, even so, some people still asked at this moment.
"Master, in our history, don't we study the Complete Book of the Four Seas?"
This person asked, and everyone else immediately looked at Mrs. Wang, but a disdainful smile suddenly appeared on Wang Guocai's face.
"The Complete Book of the Four Seas is not just a collection of ancient classics. You should also know that this is a book that Taizu gathered together the great Confucian scholars from all over the world to compile."
"And it is also a literary book. If you want to learn it, wait until you reach the level of a first-class scholar."
After hearing this, the excitement that had just arisen in everyone's hearts turned into gazes, and their gazes had already focused on Song Mu.
The scholars sitting here are basically second-class scholars, and only Song Mu is a first-class scholar.
Of course, Song Mu also felt everyone's gaze, and at this moment he just smiled and greeted.
Master Wang just glanced at Song Mu, quickly brought the topic back, and immediately started the first lesson on Confucian classics.
He still teaches the Four Books and Five Classics, but even though it is teaching, it is no different from an oral exam. Master Wang will not quote the classics and spread out the books to read like the previous masters. Instead, he will directly point people to explain, and the content of the explanation can be used at any time.
From the Analects of Confucius to the Doctrine of the Mean, from the Book of Rites to the Spring and Autumn Annals.
During this period, the scholars were constantly asked to explain themselves. Song Mu also stood up twice. Fortunately, he relied on his excellent skills to pass the test without any danger.
Taking classes here already carries a full sense of urgency, a feeling that makes everyone's nerves tense all the time.
After the morning literature class ended, everyone hurriedly had lunch and then started practicing again in the afternoon.
In the afternoon, there was martial arts class, where they practiced literary and martial arts. This was the first time for Song Mu and others to come into contact with this kind of thing.
Everyone changed into light clothes and brought their respective swords to the martial arts field. At this moment, the place was very lively.
Many students from the government schools are training here. Archery and fighting are endless. The light of literary power is shining non-stop. The talents in the field are full of literary power, including Confucian scholars and young students, who are also training hard during this period.
Even Song Mu was a little stunned by this scene. It seemed that just a moment ago they were just a bunch of literati who were just talking about something, but now they have become a group of fighting men.
But this was the literati of the Wen Dynasty.
He is good at both civil and military skills. He can write Confucian texts with his pen, capture villains with his fists, and slay demons with his sword. As the saying goes, a scholar can serve both the king and the people.
Song Mu and Kong Zong were eager to try when they saw this, and soon a burly instructor came over. He was also a judge, but he only wore a single coat on this autumn afternoon, and there was a
Carrying a pile of sandbags taller than a person.
Seeing everyone, the training officer named Xiao Xiong immediately threw the sandbag in front of everyone, and his calm and intimidating face was even more fierce.
"Each person carries four sandbags and goes around the field ten times. Meet here in a quarter of an hour to practice literary skills!"
Master Xiao's voice was rich and outstanding, even a bit deafening. Everyone was stunned at the moment. However, Xue Kaiwen was the first to come out. He looked very familiar and put on sandbags on his hands and feet. When Song Mu and others saw this, they also came to him one after another.
Beforehand, tie sandbags on your legs and hands.
With the sandbags on his upper body, Song Mu could feel that the weight of each sandbag was definitely not less than ten kilograms, and to run ten laps with such a heavy load would be a challenge to everyone's physical limit.
But now everyone can only bite the bullet and do it.
The next moment, everyone started running around the edge of the martial arts field. A wave of dust was stirred up for a while. Many people around looked at him, but there was no look of pity in their eyes, just a look of gloating.
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After a quarter of an hour, Song Mu was already out of breath. The distance of these ten laps was equivalent to three thousand meters, and it was mostly sandy ground. It was almost fatal to carry the weight.
After running desperately for ten laps, everyone was almost sitting on the ground, sweating profusely, but Master Xiao's eyes were still cold. He immediately ordered everyone to sit down cross-legged, and then placed a stick of incense in front of everyone.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "In one stick of incense, you have to use your literary power to move the stone in front of you ten meters."
"If you don't do it, do it all again."
With the cold tone and the stones that seemed to weigh more than ten kilograms not far away in front of everyone, the scholars all took a breath of cold air. At this moment, their hearts were beating wildly and their faces were full of astonishment.
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Song Mu took a few deep breaths and tried his best to calm his violent heartbeat. At this time, he knew what Master Xiao was going to do.
After ten rounds of intense weight-bearing exercise, everyone's bodies were surging in a short period of time. At this level of intensity, a large amount of force was mobilized in a short period of time to push the stone that seemed to weigh about ten kilograms.
He just wants to squeeze out everyone's physical and literary abilities.
At this point, everyone could only continue to grit their teeth and persevere. They all sat cross-legged and began to adjust their breath, and then slowly mobilized the literary power in their bodies.
It's just that all this is going on more slowly than before. Even Song Mu, who is already quite familiar with the operation of Wenli, feels that there is no movement in his Dantian at this moment.
Everyone tried for a long time to mobilize Wen Li, but by this time half the time of the incense stick had passed, and almost everyone in the venue had not been able to force Wen Li out of the body.
"Don't hold your breath, follow the rhythm of your breathing, sink your mind, try your best to feel your veins, sink to your Dantian, and go down little by little!"
At this time, Master Xiao's voice sounded around everyone, and his tone had become much softer. Every word penetrated deeply into everyone's mind, guiding everyone to start guiding Wen Li.
This was a timely blessing. No one expected that the first Wenli training class would be so rough. At this moment, they all changed their ways to guide Wenli.
Song Mu immediately followed suit. Although it was a little difficult at first, when he caught the breathing rhythm, Song Mu could feel that the literary power in his body seemed to begin to obey.
Song Mu slowly mobilized these Wen Li and started to move forward. The Wen Li finally left the body and clung to the stone, but after a while, he still didn't see any movement on the stone.
"The Wenli force out of the body must be continuous. The Wenli force in your Dantian is not for viewing. Don't treat it like a treasure to me!"
Master Xiao's words rang out again, and Song Mu could only increase his intensity again.
However, after such consumption, there is not much literary power left in the body.
Song Mu gritted his teeth and persisted, and finally the stone began to move forward, but before Song Mu could get any closer to joy, a powerful force of force struck, completely interrupting Song Mu's movement of force.
Song Mu opened his eyes and found that everyone had exited the meditative state one by one at this moment, and Master Xiao had once again stood in front of everyone.
"Everyone stand up and circle the field ten times!"
"Start again in a quarter of an hour!"
Master Xiao's voice sounded, and everyone screamed, and they could only stand up in grief and anger. In the next few hours, and throughout the afternoon, the dance field was filled with waves of dust stirred up by Song Mu and others.
On this day, Song Mu was sweating profusely and almost collapsed.