The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

Chapter 641: The mountain is not high, if there is immortality, it will be spirit!

The 72 students were not happy just now when they came to Xiaoshengxianzhuang to give lectures when they heard that it was so popular that it needed Kong Sage to come forward and ask.

Kong Sage, in their hearts, and even in the hearts of every Confucianist, is a unique existence in the ages.

The cultivator worships Sanqing, the Taoist ancestor Hongjun, the Buddha cultivator worships the Western Second Sage and the World Zun Tathagata, the demon cultivator has his own demon ancestor Luohu, and those ghosts also have Houtu empresses, and the demon race is a demon ancestor.

As for Confucianism, it is Kong Sage who worships!

The fame of Bu Jiao is very famous, but it hasn’t reached the level of Kong Sage. There is a reason why the students are unwilling.

“The Eight Ways of Confucianism, I heard that this step is extraordinary in the second way of poetry, and I don’t know if it is true or not!”

“After a while, we will try it out. The poems have passed, and the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are not, I don’t believe that he is almighty!”

“If this step of the extraordinary wave gets a false name, we have to blast him out of the Little Sage Village!”

“Count me out, I’ve seen a lot of fame and reputation!”

Most of these students are Juren, Jinshi, and there are also a few Hanlins. They can be said to be the seventy-two smartest in the entire Confucianism. Their torture is definitely harder.

“clang!”

The melodious bell rang, and the 72 students immediately sat quietly in their own position.

Three people walked outside the school, Yan Hui, Fu Nian, the last one was wearing a moon-blue Confucian shirt and a square scarf, holding a green bamboo that seemed to be able to disintegrate at any time.

“Seventy-two students, today I have the honor to invite Bu Feifan to give lectures for me, everyone must cherish it!”

Yan Hui’s voice fell. The 72 students had already planned and were embarrassed by Step Extraordinary, so no one got up to salute Step Extraordinary, and the scene was slightly embarrassing.

But Bu Feihua didn’t mind, but walked into the school on his own.

Yan Hui and Fu Nian glanced at each other and smiled helplessly. God knows how much energy they can bring to Step Extraordinary. These seventy-two students don’t even know the etiquette. It seems that they will have to beat and beat in the future.

“Brother Yan Hui, Fu Nian? You two!”

Bu Feifei was about to start giving lectures, but saw that Fu Nian and Yan Hui not only did not leave the school, but also walked straight to the end, choosing two unmanned desks and sitting down, looking like students were ready to listen.

“Today, I two are also Bu brother students!”

Yan Hui’s words made the quiet classroom tumultuous.

“Teacher, you are the head of our five Confucian sages, how can you listen to a class taught by a younger generation!?”

“That is, you think this step is extraordinary, we can understand it, but it doesn’t need to be this way!”

“A great scholar, can teach Yasheng? That’s a laugh!”

When Fu Nian saw this noisy scene, his face was like a donkey, and the 72 students on the spot honestly stopped talking.

Yan Hui has a gentle personality, which can be compared to a beautiful jade, while Fu Nian is stern like a pointer. Seventy-two students are most afraid of this second master’s face.

“Feel sorry!”

Yan Hui and Fu Nian apologized.

“Nothing!”

Bu Feifan waved his hand and said he didn’t mind.

He also went to university in his previous life, so he naturally knew what the seventy-two students were thinking.

“You are not convinced, I can understand!”

“Kong Sage once said that if there are three people, there must be my teacher. This is the deep meaning of humbly asking for advice, you don’t understand!”

Before Bu Feifan’s words came down, a thorn in a luxurious brocade stood up and looked at Bu Feifan sarcastically: “According to what Mr. Bu said, the poor people walking on the street, the small businessmen Any hawker can be our teacher

? ! ”

This son bites the word “Bu Gongzi” very heavily, and has a strong ridicule.

It is called Bu Gongzi instead of the teacher, which shows how much these seventy-two students look down upon Bu Extraordinary.

“You look down on small merchants and hawkers so much, common people, I understand!”

Bu Feihua carried his hands on his back, Xing Miao scanned the immature and energetic faces of the 72 students, and said, “Then let me ask you, who knows the twenty-four solar terms?”

Among the 72 students, a few dozen raised their hands.

“Among the people who raised their hands, who knows which solar terms should be planted and those five grains vegetables should be harvested?”

This time, no one raised their hands.

“Young Master Bu asks what these do? We are not farmers!” Jin Yi student sneered.

“Yes, you are not farmers, but don’t forget who feeds you!”

“As scholars, you don’t even know the most basic twenty-four solar terms!”

“You look down on farmers? If they didn’t grow five grains vegetables, what would you eat? Do you eat air?”

“What’s the matter with the small merchants and hawkers? They started from scratch to support their own family, and they are making good money!”

“If you are asked to feed your own family, can you do it?”

“Students, especially Confucianism, cultivate a great righteousness, and cultivate a heart that will not admit defeat!”

“We should all maintain the highest respect for the heaven and earth, the moral standards, and the starry sky above our heads, not like you are now, thinking that if you become a student of Xiaoshengxianzhuang, you can go to heaven!”

After all, Bu Feihua picked up a pen and wrote a poem on rice paper.

“If a mountain is not high, there is an immortal. If the water is not deep, there is a dragon.”

Bu Feihua wrote while Yan Hui said, just the first four sentences, the first disciple of Kong Sage, the head of the five Confucian sages, his eyes are already brighter than ever.

“Si is a shabby room, but I am decent. The top rank of moss is green, and the grass is green in the curtain. Talking and laughing, there is no white Ding.”

“Okay, it’s a good one to talk and laugh, there is no Confucian scholar, there is no white Ding in the communication!”

Yan Hui and Fu Nian Huo Ran got up, their faces flushed with excitement one by one, they couldn’t help but rushed to Bu Feihua’s side.

“You can tune the piano and read the golden scriptures. There is no messy ears of silk and bamboo, no labor of case.”

“Nanyang Zhuge Lu, Xishu Ziyun Pavilion, Confucius said: What is it?”

After the word was completed, Bu Feifei wrote the name of the word with a pen in holy calligraphy.

“”The Inscription of the Shabby Room””

Above the heart of the sky, the Nine Dao Wenqi was magnificent and shining like a fairy light, falling violently, ignoring the defensive pattern of Xiaoshengxianzhuang, and sank into the body of the extraordinary.

“Poetry, Ninth Grade turned out to be a Ninth Grade hymn!”

“The first, the first nine-rank hymn, this can’t even be done by Kong Sage!”

“Besides, look at his words, sonorous and powerful, with dragons and snakes, this is holy calligraphy, it’s terrible!”

“No wonder it needs Kong Sage’s pleading, this is an extraordinary step to be willing to come to our little sage, the Confucianism and Taoism are so high that we can hardly expect it!”

Looking at the “Inscriptions on the Shabby Room” on the rice paper, Yan Hui and Fu Nian rubbed their hands with joy.

This is really a treasure!

This poem can be regarded as a compulsory word for all the Confucian students, and it writes the arrogance of the scholar to the point of incisiveness.