Chapter 919 The deadline (seeking a monthly ticket)
Chapter 919 Deadline (please vote for me)
Chapter 919
"clang!--"
When the loud bells came again from the palace, the new year also kicked off. All over the capital, dazzling fireworks suddenly rose. Children, wearing thick clothes,
Cotton-padded jackets rushed onto the streets, laughing and joking.
"Squeak!"
Fang Yun opened the door and walked out of the room. At the same time, other servants and maids also walked out of the room, with joy on their faces and some expectation, breathing the first breath of the New Year's air.
"Master!"
"Master!..."
Seeing Fang Yun, the servants smiled happily and greeted him one after another. Although Fang Yun was already a prince and the ruler of the capital, people in the mansion still used to call him young master affectionately.
Fang Yun nodded with a smile and took a walk in the courtyard alone. He had to stay in his room for several hours. It was rare to come out at this time, so he had to get some air.
The air at night is very cold and fresh, making people feel clear-headed and able to think better about problems. The future is still a mess, and Fang Yun needs to think carefully about where to go in the future.
"Shasha!~"
Fang Yun's eyes were filled with thoughts as he walked alone in the courtyard. Unknowingly, the sound of fireworks and children's play in his ears became lower and lower. The Marquis's mansion also began to become quieter and quieter.
After all, the night was already dark, and the excitement of the New Year could not withstand the waves of sleepiness that swept over them. Many people could not stand the severe cold outside, and finally returned to their rooms and fell asleep peacefully.
"Is it Yun'er?..."
An old voice came from afar, faint, with some soothing and calming power.
Fang Yun was startled and raised his head. He saw an old figure under the corridor not far away, sitting by the stone guardrail, with his back to himself, silently looking at the blooming plum blossoms in the garden.
"Grandpa!"
Fang Yun was startled and woke up. He quickly walked over and said, "Grandpa, it's so cold outside. Why are you here alone? Hurry up and enter the room."
Fang Yun said, taking off the fox fur cloak and covering the old man.
The old man waved his hand and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter. Although grandpa doesn't practice martial arts or avoid cold, but after cultivating the breath in his heart, all evil will not invade. Even if he is touched by the cold wind, it will have no effect."
Hearing this, Fang Yun felt slightly relieved. After thinking about it, he lifted up his robe and sat down next to his grandfather. He looked up at the sky and was surprised to realize that it was already late.
"Outsiders, it's getting late. Go back and rest."
Fang Yun advised. After all, the old man is old. Although Confucianism has cultivated a breath of awe-inspiring energy and claims that all evils are immune, he is still a mortal body, subject to birth, old age, illness and death, and the five declines of heaven and man.
"It's okay. Tonight is very special. Grandpa wants you to sit with me and take a look at the winter plums in the garden. Is that okay?"
The old man said.
"Um."
Fang Yun hesitated for a moment, then nodded and agreed. Although he was worried about his grandfather's health, it was just a matter of sitting for a while, so it shouldn't be anything serious.
It was very quiet in the Purple Dragon Garden. An old man and a young man sat side by side, silently looking at the plum blossoms all over the garden, and the snow falling like a curtain from the sky.
"Yun'er, do you know what Confucianism is?"
The old man looked at the plum blossom forest in front of him and said calmly.
Fang Yun was stunned, but immediately replied:
"My grandson doesn't dare to talk nonsense. Confucian culture has a long history and is profound. Although my grandson knows some poems and phrases, he doesn't dare to talk nonsense because he understands Confucianism and Taoism."
"hehe."
The old man smiled and nodded, seemingly satisfied with Fang Yun's answer:
"I have studied Confucianism all my life, but I have not been able to study it thoroughly. However, when I moved back to my ancestral home in the suburbs of the city, I suddenly understood. Confucianism is actually very simple. When the word "Confucianism" is broken down, it means
There is a word for '人' and a word for 'need'. Confucianism is necessary for people. The so-called way of Confucianism is also the way of people!"
There was a look of reminiscence in the old man's eyes. The experiences of most of his life were constantly passing through his mind. He shook his head and said with emotion:
"Humans, human ethics! I spent my whole life studying Confucianism and abandoned my son and daughter. Only in my old age did I understand the true meaning of Confucianism!"
The old man looked quite thoughtful.
"Grandpa..."
Fang Yun looked at the old man blankly.
"Yun'er, you have practiced martial arts. You should know that a breath of great righteousness in the Confucian chest can easily kill an evil person. But let me ask you, do you know what a great righteousness is?"
The old man paused and continued to ask.
Fang Yun was thinking in his eyes and was silent. Tonight, he always felt that his grandpa looked a little strange. There seemed to be something different. But what was different, and he had no time to think.
"Haoran is upright..."
Fang Yun thought for a moment, and from the perspective of martial arts, Haoran's righteousness should be a kind of heaven and earth's true energy, but what grandpa wanted was definitely not this promise. After thinking about it, Fang Yun said:
"Haoran's righteousness is extremely yang and strong, and it belongs to the things in heaven and earth that are completely opposite to the evil atmosphere. It belongs to the upright things in human nature, which come together to manifest the power..."
The old man smiled and shook his head. Fang Yun immediately knew that this was not the answer that his grandfather wanted. He immediately stopped talking.
"The heaven and earth have righteousness, and they are mixed and given their shapes. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars. To people, it is said to be vast, and it is so powerful that it blocks the sky..."
Liu Zhengxun's eyes showed a look of fascination, and he chanted in a melodious voice.
"This is what my teacher once said to me. Today, my grandpa also passed it on to you. The essence of this world is the aura of greatness. Whether it is the sun, the moon, the stars, or the mountains and rivers, they are all transformed by this righteousness. You
"Say, are there any evil spirits and heretics in heaven and earth that cannot be controlled by the aura of awe-inspiring people?"
Fang Yun's heart was shocked, and he felt as if he had been struck by thunder. His grandfather's explanation was something he had never heard of before and had never imagined. As a great scholar, his explanation was naturally convincing. Not Fang.
This kind of Yun can be inferred from outsiders. In a daze, Fang Yun felt that he seemed to have some kind of enlightenment. This feeling was vague and uncertain, and he was just a little bit away from it, and he could catch it.
"So, Confucians never practice martial arts, but they can still kill those evil spirits and crooked ways one by one..."
Liu Zhengxun glanced at Fang Yun, smiled imperceptibly, and turned his head again. Today's night was particularly quiet, and the fragrance of cold plums wafted faintly in his nose.
Liu Zhengxun slowly raised his head and looked above his head. In a place invisible to the naked eye of ordinary people, there was a vast, boundless, mighty river like a silver gauze, stretching between heaven and earth.
This majestic long river has thousands of tributaries, connected with the land of Jiuzhou and the thoughts of thousands of Confucian scholars and students, and then converges into the imperial palace in Shangjing City, turning into a mighty dynasty's destiny, blessing the entire country.
Above the dynasty.
For thousands of years, from the Yin and Shang Dynasties to the Great Zhou Dynasty, the upright thoughts of countless Confucian scholars, students, and great Confucian scholars have been integrated into this long river of majesty and support for the world!
However, now, this long river of majestic energy is becoming thinner, and the energy veins connected to the hearts of scholars all over the world are being cut off one by one. Liu Zhengxun has never felt it so clearly before, but now, he clearly feels that from this long river of majestic energy,
I felt a sense of silence and death!
This is the smell of a great catastrophe of heaven and earth, and the extinction of Confucianism!
In the past dynasties, even the change of dynasty would affect this mighty river, but it has never sent out such a message. But now, although this mighty river is still strong, it already exudes a smell of silence and death.
Liu Zhengxun is familiar with classics and history and knows that this situation only happened in one era. That was the medieval era!
For any great scholar, witnessing this gradual process is extremely cruel. Perhaps, he is lucky.
"Yun'er, this is a book called "Jinglun" that my grandpa wrote in recent years. It contains my grandpa's lifelong Confucian insights. Among your brothers, you are the only one who is the most accomplished in this area.
Now, I’ll pass it on to you!”
Liu Zhengxun suddenly took out a thread-bound book with the scent of ink from his arms and handed it over.
Fang Yun was shocked. Suddenly, he understood what he felt was wrong. These questions about his grandfather and the entrustment of this book. Why did he seem to want to leave his life's income to himself and make a will?
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Fang Yun looked at his grandpa carefully, and was shocked at the sight. Just for a moment, his grandpa seemed to have aged a lot. Although he looked old, he was still energetic and had bright eyes, which made him not feel like an old man at all.
.But now, although his appearance has not changed, his eyes suddenly become dim.
Such a change in his eyes suddenly made him no different from a real old man. It gave people a feeling that he seemed to be much older in an instant. What made Fang Yun feel even worse was that he practiced the "Unfettered Dafa"
, most familiar with the soul.
But at this moment, Fang Yun felt that the strength of his grandfather's soul was rapidly weakening.
"Grandpa!..."
Fang Yun shouted with a trembling voice. He calmly grabbed the old man's body and transferred a stream of true energy into it, trying to cleanse his meridians and do something.
"Haha, Yun'er, do you feel it? My husband knows that I can't deceive you. My time has come!"
The old man smiled softly, with a calm expression on his face. His calm voice was like a bomb that exploded in Fang Yun's heart.
"Grandpa!"
Fang Yun screamed and finally couldn't help but hug the old man tightly. His true energy poured in crazily. He washed his body over and over again, trying to extend his life by transforming his body.
"it's useless!"
The old man smiled and pushed Fang Yun's hand away calmly: "All great scholars will feel it in advance when their deadline is approaching. I had already felt it before you came to visit me that day."
"Grandpa, you..."
Fang Yun hugged the old man tightly, his nose felt sore, and he finally couldn't help but shed tears. He suddenly understood why his grandfather agreed so directly and readily.
Fang Yun never thought that the family would face such a separation just after they got together. The intuition of Confucian scholars has always been extremely sharp. When the old man said this, it was basically irreversible!
"Yun'er, you forgot. Grandpa is actually just an ordinary old man, and he will have such a day sooner or later. It's just a matter of sooner or later!"
Liu Zhengxun patted Fang Yun on the shoulder, and in turn touched Fang Yun. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Fang Yun felt that his eyes were becoming cloudier and his back was becoming more hunched.
At this moment, the grandfather beside me, who has been studying scriptures for most of his life, seems to be an ordinary, dying old man!