Spring and Autumn I Am King

Zeng Dian, Zhao Wuyi remembers hearing this name, is it the famous Zeng Zi? Or is it Zeng Zi's father?

After seeing Zeng Dian's temperament and acting style, Zhao Wuxi ruled out the first possibility, then the child in his arms was Zeng Shen who claimed to have inherited Confucius' thought, Zeng Shen passed on Zi Si, and Zi Si passed on again. Mencius, this is the main line of Confucianism later traced back to "Taoism".

No one could have imagined that Zeng Zi, a serious scholar, would have such a presumptuous father.

Facing the "Scholar of Lu" who was still arrogant, Zhao Wuxi asked Ran Qiu, "Although Yimen and Song has his own reasons, it is really inconsistent with the world and violates the etiquette, so Confucius let him do it. Is it?"

For this, Ran Qiu was still very proud, he said: "Master once said that if you don't do it in the middle and go with it, you will be mad! The mad person is enterprising, and the arrogant person does not do anything."

The Bank of China is a person who practices the mean. The meaning of this sentence is that if you can't find a person with the mean, you can also deal with a person with a crazy character.

The characteristics of a madman are aggressive: this society is too dark, and I must change this dark and unfair reality. Such an aggressive man is a madman.

The characteristic of the savages is that they don't do anything: this society is too dark, it's out of the way, and it can't be changed. However, although I can't change this dark reality, don't expect to change me in the dark reality, I will still be a person according to my principles. A person who doesn't do something like this is a scoundrel.

Mencius of later generations was a madman, and Zhuangzi was a madman.

Ran Qiu explained: "Master believes that ritual should not only remain in form, but only rely on people's language, people's eyes, people's expressions, and people's actions to follow ritual. Ritual should sincerely express people's emotions, there is no real What is the use of doing these rituals with great effort? Is it to cover up the ugliness of the heart?"

"And different people have different ways of expressing rites. It is said that among the people who went to pay homage to Ji Wuzi that day, some people behaved sadly, but in fact there was no sadness in their hearts. Although Zixi leaned against the door and sang, she expressed her righteousness. Ji Wuzi's farewell is not intended to cause trouble, but from the heart."

Zhao Wuxi was stunned. After what he saw along the way and yesterday, he gained a new understanding of the inclusiveness of early Confucianism.

Early Confucianism was very diverse. Confucius tolerated sharp disagreements from his students, and as long as it did not exceed the bottom line, most of them could be forgiven. Among them, there are warrior scholars like Zilu, who tend to be light chivalrous; there are merchant scholars like Zigong who focus on eloquence and prosperity; and Ran Qiu is a multi-talented scholar. Knowing military affairs and government affairs; there is even a mad Confucian like Zeng Dian, who behaves quite similarly to Zhuangzi, his opponent of later Confucianism.

At present, they are the mainstay of Kongmen, but what happened afterward? As a result, people such as Zilu, Zigong, Ran Qiu, and Zeng Dian in Confucianism were excluded as non-mainstream people, while Gaoguan Confucian scholars who sat on Taoism occupied the Taoist lineage.

Is it because of Confucius' political setbacks that he completely turned to academics? Or in the drastic changes at the turn of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Period, what happened that made Confucianism split, and conservative and retro became the mainstream?

But in short, Confucius is such a run-down aristocrat. In the early years, I was miserable, and I didn't have the opportunity to practice my ideals, but at least now my reputation is getting bigger and bigger. At the end of the day, it can only be the result of a person's inner charisma. Confucius, who can say such a thing, has a personality that makes Wu Xie yearn for him and wants to make friends with him.

The clouds and mist that enveloped this hill of nuns gradually dissipated and became clearer and clearer.

Ran Qiu added: "The Master also instructed that only Zi Xi can do this, and others must obey etiquette and not follow suit. This is the gentleman who is harmonious but different, and the villain who is the same but not harmonious. By the way, the doctor's After the quilt Brother Zigong wrote 'Jinse for no reason' and sent it back on the slip, Zixi liked it the most. He held it and talked about it all day long. This situation lasted for more than a month. Farewell."

At this moment, the movement of the drums on the wall changed from brisk to slow, and the happy thrashing and singing began to become sad.

"Heaven gave birth to me. Am I here? For example, the boat is flowing, I don't know what to do."

The people watching the lively have become accustomed to this, and when they heard Zeng Dian's change from joy to sadness, they gradually dispersed as they looked at each other; although those Yuncheng refugees who were attracted did not understand, they remembered the tragic situation of leaving their hometowns, and they all came together. sobbing.

And Zhao Wuxi also changed a little after hearing the sound.

This is a "Little Bian" in the Book of Songs. Legend has it that King You of Zhou exiled Prince Yijiu, and Yijiu made it when he was sad and angry. The poem writes about Yijiu's loneliness, wandering, loss, pain, thinking and questioning.

When the jackdaws fly in groups, they are lonely, Liu Mao cicadas chirping, and he wanders with nowhere to stay, no parents to rely on. This is somewhat similar to Zhao Wuxi's confusion in the month when he suddenly came to the Spring and Autumn Period, and his lonely mentality when he was first exiled.

These few poems seem to be really sung for Zhao Wuxi.

With the sound of "Keng", the sound and singing gradually became sparse, and Zeng Dian even burst into tears. The youngest son Zeng Shen in his arms was overwhelmed and went to wipe his father's tears. He was so sensible at a young age, and he must have been a pure and filial son when he grew up.

Zhao Wuxi raised his head and asked loudly, "The elder is in his prime now. There is a famous teacher teaching, and a son serving under his knees. Every day, he strums. It can be said that he is happy. Why are you crying?"

Zeng Dian held his son Fanpuff's little hand, looked at Zhao Wuxi and replied, "Although I am in my prime, I will be a teenager in 30 years. Where will I be in 30 years? If you are alive, you will have great ambitions. What's the use? It's better to enjoy it quietly. Doctor Zhao once said 'Jinse is unreasonable', and he should be able to understand the meaning."

He didn't show any extra etiquette to Zhao Wu Xie, because Zeng Dian felt that in the music just now, he had already wandered with Wu Xie, and he was no longer a stranger he had met for the first time, but an acquaintance he had known for many years.

The poem that Zhao Wuxi wrote two years ago was introduced into Zeng Dian's ears, which made him feel a "confidant" to the younger generation Wu Xie. Today, there is a faint persuasion to avoid the world when there is no compassion, not to go to Qufu to go to the dark court, and conspiracy to mix swords, lights, swords and shadows.

Among them, Zhao Wuxi can feel the meaning of boxing and boxing to protect the younger generation.

But in life, how can we not fight? In today's current situation, it is like rowing a boat against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. If you don't use a knife, you will be a fish!

A commoner scholar can still work in the wilderness to hide and escape, but as a noble family, if the political battle fails. That is the end of the whole family to perish!

So Zhao Wuqi pondered for a moment and said, "Zixi is an arrogant person who does something and doesn't do something; but Wu Xie is willing to be a mad person, forge ahead, and bring peace to the people..."

He looked around. Raising his voice, he said, "Although there are thousands of people, I will go!"

These words were deafening, the young Ran Qiu's blood swelled, Zifu He lowered his head and chewed these words, and the hundreds of Zhao clan soldiers behind him all bowed down in unison. Even more shirtless stand out from the crowd.

Zeng Dian was stunned for a moment, then burst into tears and laughed, teasing the youngest son in his arms again. He was still in tears just now, and he laughed and talked in a blink of an eye. The change was sudden, but because of his natural attitude, it didn't make people feel abrupt, as if it should be like this.

"Since the doctor's intention is so, then there is no more nonsense."

Zeng Dian clapped his knees with one hand to beat the beat, and waved his sleeves with the other hand and said, "The drum is already there. I hope it's over, go, go!"

When Zhao Wuxi and his group traveled east again, they only heard the voiceless voice behind him re-speaking, and the poems resumed in the soft voice on the wall. He was saying goodbye to Zhao Wuxi.

"Those who know me, say I am worried. Those who do not know me, say what I want!"

Zhao Wuxi tilted his head to look at Zhongdu City, which was gradually drifting away, and laughed at himself: "It's really a bit like Mochou has no confidant, and no one in the world knows the king. If it wasn't for the leading city, I would have to go there. After the reform and governance, the disputes in the Jin state are still waiting to be sorted out, I really want to stay in the central capital like this, and take a good look at the living beings of the Confucian masters."

He feels now. There is still hope for this school and this group, but they have gone the wrong way in later generations. Zhao Wucai was overthinking his abilities, but he wanted to play a piece of idle chess and help them correct it!

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After Zhao Wuxi and his party walked east for two days, the three-hundred-mile journey from Linqiu to Qufu was finally coming to an end.

It is adjacent to the Sushui River and the Surabaya River. The hills are densely covered, and the customs passed down by the Duke of Zhou are still preserved. Folk customs pay attention to etiquette, so the local people behave cautiously and cautiously. The land is small, the population is large, people are stingy, afraid of crime, shun evil, a lot of mulberry and hemp industry, but few resources of mountains, forests and waters.

Feng Rin was also in the convoy. On the way, his task was to memorize the road and draw a sketch.

There were still six or seven miles away from the city, and the number of pedestrians on the road gradually increased. The fields on the roadside are endless, the manor stands in the distance, and dozens of farmers, servants, concubines and concubines are scattered in the fields. The man in soapy clothes, holding a big stick, stood on the field ridge beside the road with his chest and belly raised, and he was directing a few savages to weed and water the weeds.

In the afternoon, when Qufu was in sight, Zifu He introduced: "The official name of Qufu is Lucheng, and all Lu countries are named after the capital. There is Fu in the city, and it is seven or eight miles long, hence the name Qufu."

Zhao Wuxi looked around, and in front of him was a moat that was more than ten feet wide. The Sushui River was introduced into the moat as a moat. The river was sparkling in the twilight, and it looked like a picture scroll that stretched and never stopped. On the inner side of the moat, Lu Zun held a spear and patrolled the towering city wall made of rammed earth and bricks. Under the city wall, there was also a team of soldiers with distinctive clothes and armor standing on both sides of the city gate.

"There is a military car coming."

A horse-drawn carriage drove from the wooden bridge under the city, facing the shirtless motorcade, with the flying tiger flag fluttering in the wind, and a tall scholar in black and red dark clothes on the carriage was looking at the carriage.

Zhao Wuxi knew it when he saw this, but Zifu He's expression changed suddenly.

They didn't expect that it was Yang Hu who came to greet him in person!

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ps: An old acquaintance of Confucius named Yuan Rang~www.wuxiahere.com~ is also a madman, and what he does is even more extreme.

"Book of Rites. Tan Gongxia" records that Yuan Rang's mother died, and Confucius helped him clean the coffin. Yuan Rang pounded on the coffin and said, "I haven't sang to express my feelings for a long time." So he sang: "The raccoon's head looks like a raccoon's head, and it's like a woman's hand."

Confucius pretended not to hear and walked away. The disciple who followed asked, "Can't the Master make him stop singing?" Confucius said, "As far as Qiu knows, only relatives who have not lost are relatives, and old acquaintances who have not lost are old acquaintances."

Confucius tolerated Yuan Rang's behavior, and the people he hated most were not those who were rude and disrespectful, but those who "wish". (To be continued.)

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