Spring and Autumn I Am King

With this kind of thought in mind, the three masters and apprentices drove across the avenue and out of the inner city, but the old scene that Wai Guo was familiar with was not inferior at all.

"Master..." Zilu looked at the banner of the liquor store where he brought his fellow apprentices and brothers to drink, and turned around and asked, "Is it true that Zigong and Zi have them?"

"No need..." Confucius replied softly, and then turned his gaze towards the old locust tree.

Usually when the **** crowing in the early morning, he would take his disciples to set up a altar under the big locust tree to give lectures, while the Chinese people would watch on the sidelines.

"Zhongni is here again." They would laugh and joke. "Do you want to talk about courtesy or benevolence today?"

Confucius just smiled without saying a word, and continued his preaching. When more than ten years later, those who once looked down on Confucius' identity and despised his ability became their fathers, but they all respectfully sent their children to the door of Confucius, offered them a bundle of repairs, and then ordered their descendants to say:

"Learn from the master!"

Although Shaozhengmao gave lectures, he only accepted the children of the doctor's family and the sergeant, but Confucius taught nothing. In fact, only a few of the doctor's children asked him. On the contrary, it was the impoverished Li Shu who had sharp eyes and listened earnestly.

Ran Yong, Yan Hui and others are the best among them.

Among his disciples, most of them came from poor backgrounds, some were farmers who cultivated the land, some were merchants and hawkers, some were unemployed vagabonds living in shabby alleys, and some were light chivalrous and vicious teenagers who rejoiced in favor and hatred. No matter their status, no matter their family background, they are all equal disciples when they enter their sect!

Whatever he teaches his son, he will teach his disciples. They are equivalent to half sons of Confucius, and they are his successors.

However, this time, Confucius only planned to take Zilu and Yan Hui with him, and the rest of the disciples did not notice.

They have their careers, and many people go to school not to pursue the true meaning of rites, music and benevolence. but to seek employment. Confucius liked the beauty of being an adult, but he didn't want the evil of being an adult. Why did he force his disciples to make a choice between the teacher and the master?

With this thought in mind, Confucius finally arrived at the East Gate of Waiguo.

The outer door has long been opened. After verifying the talisman, the carriage slowly drove out. Yousi, the gatekeeper, seemed to know Confucius and stared at him with wide eyes, wondering what to do.

A drop of cold water fell on Yan Hui's uncrowned bun. It landed on Zilu's sword-holding hand, and on Confucius' slightly raised face.

"It's raining……"

The rain fell sparsely. Although the three masters and apprentices wore bamboo hats, they were still a little embarrassed. They were like three lost dogs and chickens who had been driven away from the eaves.

Confucius' heart was full of haze.

Loser, I am a loser...he could hear the thunderous sigh in his heart.

As a minister, he failed to help the two generations of Lu Jun to revitalize the state affairs, but handled political affairs naively, and finally gave an opportunity to the thieves of the country. for a husband. He spent half his life running around outside, and he couldn't let his wife live a life of fine clothes and jade food. He heard the sound of the machine in the house, but he didn't hear the old wife complaining half a word. As a father, he was not able to accompany his sons and daughters well. His son got married anyway. Although he was not good in his studies, he was able to support his family and maintain the Kong family blood by guarding a few hectares of Shitian. It's just that my daughter has reached her age. But she hasn't had time to find a good family for her...

Narrowing the requirements down to himself, he began to practice the ritual of Zhou Li at the age of fifteen, and spent another thirty years searching for it, but in the end he achieved nothing. It came to nothing. In the end, I had no choice but to travel far, but no one sent me...

Sad, really sad!

However, when the carriage completely passed through the gate of the city, an inaudible cry suddenly came to mind behind him.

"Master..."

Zilu Yanhui did not hear, and Confucius did not turn his head. This is an auditory hallucination, this is an endless memory from the past, it comes from the classroom where the disciples are in close contact with each other, and it comes from his tireless teaching.

"Master." The voice became clearer again, accompanied by a series of footsteps stepping on the rain.

Not hallucinations.

The carriage stopped, and Confucius's broad shoulders, which were wet by the rain, shook slightly.

Countless pairs of knees knelt on the muddy road outside the city gate, accompanied by a cry of all-out effort.

"Master!"

When he turned around, dozens of people bowed their heads on the ground. They were Confucius' disciples and his successors.

Confucius showed a smile behind his tendrils, ignoring etiquette and showing his teeth.

Yes, I am a failure, but perhaps, as a teacher, what I do is not a failure...

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"Master, the disciples are here!" A group of disciples rushed forward.

Confucius looked at Zeng Dian, who was at the back of the crowd. He let the rain get wet on his body, but he only cared about the Qin Se in his arms for fear of it getting wet, and he loved him more than his own son. The eldest disciple was open-minded and unfettered, but he was the most well-informed. It must be him who knew that he was about to leave and informed the disciples about it.

Under his sect, there are dozens of people who have been through karma and body, all of whom are people with supernatural abilities. Half of them were concentrated in Qufu, whether they served in the Zhao clan's shogunate, or, like Confucius and Zilu, stayed white after Zhao Wuxi entered Qufu, and they all came.

The disciples who took office in the shogunate were headed by Zigong, who was in charge of the two important tasks of diplomacy and cargo farming in Lu. Zigong learned that the Master was leaving, like a bolt from the blue.

He was originally a merchant of the Wei Kingdom, and he may have been confined to the business road all his life, but once he passed through Qufu, he was deeply attracted by Confucius' lectures. The master taught him and told him that even if his status was humble, he still had to be a proud soldier, and even if he was in the company of a dealer, he still had to be motivated. His aspirations began to sprout, and without the Master's enlightenment, he would not be where he is today.

Zigong felt ashamed, so he stepped forward and said, "Master, please don't go!"

"I, I'm going to ask the general to recruit the master and honor him as the country's elder! I can hear the state affairs! I hope the master will not leave!" Gong Xihua also kept wiping his face with his wide sleeves, not knowing whether he was wiping tears or rain.

His family is also a poor and lowly country person. At a young age, he was accepted as a disciple by the master because of his relative Ran Qiu, and he has since embarked on a prosperous road. The Master taught the rituals and music to him without reservation about the ancestral temple. In the eyes of Gong Xichi, who had left home early, the Master was just like his father!

"Xu...Xu also doesn't want the Master to leave." Fan Xu is a simple farmer's son. He usually only likes farming and growing vegetables, because he is dull. Not smart enough, usually asking questions always seems vulgar and petty, and is not appreciated by the master. But in the eyes of the honest Fan Xu, the Master is a strict teacher. It's not doing well enough.

Relying on the literacy and hyphenation he learned, as well as the farming methods he has been practicing hard, he has become Zhao Wuxi's persuasive farmer, and now he has become a large farmer, in charge of the spring and autumn harvests of Lu. The status is not too high. The power is not too big, but he cried like a child, his hands and knees were in the muddy water, blocking the wheel, not willing to say anything.

Confucius looked at the eager eyes of his disciples, every

All the disciples have a story and a bond with him. They love him as he loves them.

While moved, he smiled and shook his head. He got out of the car and helped the disciples up one by one: "Ci, Chi, Xu, don't persuade them any more. Even if they stay, they can only be used as decorations in the temple. I have to leave."

Seeing that the Master insisted on leaving and ran out of the house wearing a single coat, Gongliangru gritted his teeth and glanced at Zigong, Gongxihua, Fan Xu and the others with some resentment.

"It's all Zhao Wuxi's fault!"

...

"It's all Zhao Wuxi's fault! He forced the master away!" Gongliangru said angrily.

That's right, it's all Zhao Wuxi's fault!

There were many disciples who did not have official positions, such as Min Ziqian and Ran Geng. Ran Yong and others also think so. The Master had already become the Great Zong Uncle, and the previous Prime Minister presided over the state affairs. If the policy of degrading the four capitals could be carried out smoothly, then the State of Lu would be able to get rid of the past of the dictatorship of ministers. Under the guidance of the Master, and with the assistance of a group of senior brothers and sisters, the next step is to achieve great governance.

In this way, the Master's ideal of reviving the Zhou Rites can be realized!

In this way, the state of Lu can change and become Dao!

It's a pity that all this was destroyed by Zhao Wuxi's lackluster Siyin beside Jishui. He took the fruits of victory by force. He stole the state government of the Qufu court, and spread his party members all over the country of Lu. The shogunate, the generals, the county system, all used the pretext of relying on the monarch to order the country of Lu, and the ritual and music collapsed!

The way of the Master doesn't work, so shouldn't he blame him, blame you people who are good and bad, helping Zhou and abusing them?

They didn't say it face to face, but those eyes full of condemnation were like knives, stabbing Zigong and the others, even the chief minister who was forced to serve.

"You don't have to blame others..."

This is what Confucius said: "Zigong and the others are right, even Zhao Xiaojun is right from his point of view. It can even be said that he has done his utmost to our generation and saved him before the sword of Gongshan. After he became the new ruler, he did not neglect in the slightest. On the sacrificial day, he even sent a piece of good sacrificial meat..."

He turned his attention to the governor of the government who had been imprisoned: "The murder of Zichang was an opportunity to humiliate me and bring me down, but General Zhao didn't do it. How elegant, how generous..."

Confucius knew best, but Zhao Wuxi's attitude towards him was neither rushing nor staying.

"The reason why I want to leave is because my way is not good, and I can only float on the sea. This is the first time I left the country of Lu, and the same is true when I refused Qihou Shitian, and now I leave the city of Lu again. But I You will not resent General Zhao personally, and you should not blame the disciples who served in the shogunate!"

After saying that, Confucius pedaled again and let Yan Hui continue to drive away.

All the disciples bowed their heads to keep him again, but the only one who was acquitted and suffered physical disability, the humble Qi Diaokai couldn't kneel because of his leg disease, with Yuan Xian's support, he suddenly called out loudly: "Since the master is unwilling to stay, then I'll just follow along!"

...

With a word that awakened the dreamer, the disciples immediately felt that this was a good idea, and they all agreed.

Confucius was relieved but helpless for a while, "You are all talented, you can find good jobs in the shogunate, but if you follow me, you have to abandon your wife and leave your hometown..."

What he knew, he couldn't be more clear, there was no smooth road ahead, no rich life, only the vastness of the wild.

"Why so, you will regret it..."

"No, never!" Zeng Dian froze in the rain, strode forward, he also had a young son, and family members living in Nanwu City.

"The master is the shape, and the disciple is the shadow. I would like to follow the master. As for regret? Seeking benevolence and benevolence, what is there to complain about!?"

Yuan Xian, who has always looked down on the poor but looked down on the rich, also said loudly: "That's right, since the country of Lu can't accommodate a quiet case, the world is so big, isn't it a country where the rich are not benevolent? If we want to go, we will go together. It's gone!"

"Zi Ruo and Zi Si (Yuan Xian's word, not Confucius' grandson Zi Si), and Zi Xi are right, where the Master is, where is our classroom, where is the hope of ritual and music!" Gongliang Ru was angry and quickly followed Confucius' carriage.

"I go!"

"I'm going too!"

The military officers guarding the city gate looked at this scene in surprise~www.wuxiahere.com~ It seemed that they had come to hold a group of Confucius disciples to see them off, but they were going to travel together one by one? They were dressed in thin clothes, without luggage, and some even ran out without shoes. Can they go on the road in this rainy day? How crazy!

That's right, it's crazy. The Confucian disciples fell into a kind of madness of persecution fantasy. They surrounded Confucius, pushed carts, and cleared the way. The three-person trip suddenly turned into a group travel of teachers and students.

These disciples... Confucius could only bow down to them in the car.

He stopped talking, otherwise, I'm afraid he will be choked up...

Gongliangru, the lacquer was carved open, Yuan Xian and others happily crowded around the carriage, chatting and laughing with Zilu. After making a choice, the clouds above their heads seemed to dissipate, but then they looked coldly at Zigong who was a little hesitant in his footsteps. , Gong Xihua, Zai Yu, Fan Xu and others.

"Are you going to follow the Master, or stay here and be Zhao Wuxi's eagle dog?"

(To be continued.)

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