Infinite script kill

Chapter 959

Everyone shut up now.

A pair of eyes stared straight at Xu Tong, wishing to cut him into pieces. I thought he was still a scholar, but I didn't expect to be such a rude and reckless man.

What are these sour scholars here for, Xu Tong knew very well.

This group of guys can't fight, they can't do battles, and their kung fu is top-notch. Reasoning with them is the same as reasoning with women.

If I don't take the lead and let them play freely, I guess I can complain about my instability.

Seeing that Xu Tong was so tyrannical, Zhou Yasheng, who was sitting aside for a while, brought a cup of tea to Xu Tong calmly.

"Marquis Wu has a high opinion, but you can't deceive the sky with great merit, and you can't deceive the saint with great law. If everyone is like Marquis Wu, the world will not be in chaos. Since Marquis Wu is a scholar, he should understand that although I am a scholar, I have no power to restrain a chicken, but How long can you bully Marquis Wu with a clank and pride and a hard-core imperial pen!"

"MNB, this old thing is disgusting!"

When Xu Tong heard it, he felt as disgusted as if he had eaten a fly. What the old guy co-authored meant that if he didn't give an explanation today, tomorrow, scholars all over the world would wave their pens.

This is the most disgusting part of Confucianism. He can't compete in this life, but when he recovers, he will wave his pen and write you into the book. With a little modification, he can leave you infamous for thousands of years.

Seeing this, Xu Tong knew that if he didn't convince these old bastards today, he wouldn't be able to live comfortably in the days to come.

Immediately he sank his mind, took a sip of the teacup, and after a little thought, he smiled and said: "There are people who are hated by the people, but they are famous in history, and there are people who have made great achievements for thousands of years, but they are called traitors. After reading the history books, I also have some doubts, can you ask Yasheng to answer?"

"Speaking!"

Zhou Yasheng's eyes were peaceful. Today they came here under orders to use their Confucian power to suppress Yang Hong's spirit. They are not afraid that Yang Hong will ask questions, but they are afraid that Yang Hong will not accept the offer. Now that he has accepted the offer, he has plenty of ways to make this The boy bowed his head obediently.

"When I was young, I didn't understand a sentence. The sage said, if you are poor, you will be alone, and if you are rich, you will benefit the world. What is a master, and how to be prosperous?"

As soon as Xu Tong said this, everyone's expressions immediately lifted.

Even Zhou Yasheng had a smile on his face, staring at Xu Tong with fiery eyes, and almost patted him on the shoulder and said, "Ha, young man, if you say this, I won't be sleepy."

Confucianism regards governing the world as its own responsibility, which is simply giving away points.

Zhou Yasheng didn't even need to ask this question, an old Confucianist stepped forward and bowed: "You don't need to bother Yasheng about this question of Marquis Wu, I can answer it."

"Those who have attained greatness, attained success, cultivate their fields, manufacture their tools, do business, study and read their books, those who achieve success will benefit the world, and use what they have learned in their chests to benefit the country. civil."

The old Confucian's words were superb, and his answers were neat, which attracted everyone's praise.

Even Zhou Yasheng was impeccable about this, and nodded in satisfaction. He just looked away from the corner of his eye, but saw Xu Tong drinking tea with a relaxed expression, and suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart, so he asked; Is this answer satisfactory?"

Xu Tong put down the teacup: "Satisfied, very satisfied, what this old gentleman said is very good."

Appreciated by Xu Tong, the old Confucian bowed slightly: "This is the basis of calligraphy, not enough for Tao."

The implication is that he is satirizing Xu Tong, and he doesn't even know this.

Xu Tong smiled and didn't refute, just asked with a smile: "Does the old man have fame?"

"Hmph, the old man is the number one scholar in the Jia Division, and the official is the Sikong of the Prince's Academy."

After the northern barbarians annexed Xuanguo, they opened up the imperial examination system, divided into four subjects: A, B, C, and D.

The gold content of the title of Jiake No. [-] Scholar is still very high.

The Prince's Academy is the place where the children of the royal family are taught to study. Sikong, this position is probably almost a first-rank official.

Hearing this, Xu Tong put down the teacup and bowed his hands to the old Confucian: "So it's my lord."

"Don't dare!"

Seeing Xu Tong's politeness, the old Confucian thought he was surprised by his own talents, and his expression became proud for a while.

However, following the change of Xu Tonghua's voice, the words suddenly became sharp: "Since the old man is the Sikong of the dynasty, he can be a master, and since he is a master, has he ever helped the world?"

"This..." The old Confucian blushed, but he still put on a tough face and said, "I am helping the world by teaching the princes how to govern the country."

Hearing this, Xu Tong laughed immediately.

Standing up from the chair, the aura in his body also began to flow out.

"Prince Jiaohua, you said these four words in front of me today, do you dare to say them in the court hall of the Northern Man?"

The old Confucian's face darkened, and he was a little bit embarrassed. The word "enlightenment" was obviously used in the wrong place. If he really said it in the court, he would not even try to keep his black hat.

Facing Xu Tong's questioning, he suddenly didn't know what to say.

But Xu Tong didn't ask this question any more, turned around and glanced at everyone present: "Since you are masters, have you ever helped the world at the same time?"

The sound was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, rolling like thunder, so that residents in the town not far away could hear it clearly.

Xu Tong raised his hand and pointed at the ruined walls, and looked directly at Zhou Yafu: "Is this what you call helping the world?"

Zhou Yafu frowned: "What Confucianism learns is the way of governing the country and the world, and those who are not satisfied will naturally have it. This dispute in a troubled world is not the fault of my Confucianism."

What Xu Tong was waiting for was Zhou Yafu's words, and he couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard the words: "A minister who is capable of governing the world, and brought the country to ruin, why did you say it wasn't my fault?" Shameless.

Staring at him with straight eyes, he said word by word: "Then why did Xuan Guo die?"

"This is the number of days, it cannot be changed by manpower." Zhou Yafu responded calmly.

"The number of days of bullshit, the death of Xuan Guo, is the death of those who are waiting for you!"

Xu Tong was really angry, he didn't expect that the dignified Confucian would be so good at shifting responsibility, he immediately cursed out, when the words came out, everyone stared angrily and scolded Xu Tong for talking nonsense.

Zhou Yafu smiled contemptuously when he heard the words: "Since Marquis Wu has great opinions, you might as well talk about them and let us understand."

Zhou Yafu had already made up his mind, and when Yang Hong finished speaking, he wanted to completely dismiss his remarks and completely shatter his Dao heart.

It doesn't matter if he dares to publicly say that he is a scholar, whether it is Beiman or Tiangan, the news of this matter is enough to make Yang Hong go away without food.

Xu Tong saw Zhou Yafu's thoughts and knew that the old man had no good intentions, but since he dared to say that, why was he so unprepared, he just listened to him speak softly.

"Xuan Guo was originally the breadbasket of the world, a place of abundance, but except for those few scholars who can obtain fame and fame, most of the others are still living in hardship.

Are they not working hard?
Is it because they are not motivated?
No, it's all because today's masters are unwilling and not allowed to give the opportunity of prosperity to the poor.

They are even more unwilling to share the rich food and clothing with them. They regard poverty as a shame.

It is also because they have witnessed many dignitaries fail in intrigues and become poor, so they are even more afraid of poverty.

Therefore, they spare no effort to squeeze the poor and amass wealth in order to maintain this development permanently.

In their eyes, the so-called world is nothing more than a little bit of money and status on the tip of their noses.

Asking the common people to cultivate is to take advantage of fame and fame to annex the land, so that they will not be allowed to do so.

It requires business and trade, but it monopolizes business channels, hoards grain for profit, and exploits layers upon layers.

The generals are required to defend the country, but they deduct military pay, do not issue weapons, and avoid great achievements.

Even though you keep talking about the morality of saints and sages, you have cultivated into the appearance of a hypocrite, arbitrarily ruling the court, suppressing generals, and exploiting the people.

Once Xuan Guo fell, you turned around and joined the northern barbarians. Where is the moral integrity of scholars?How can there be arrogance for literati? In today's world, it is reasonable to ask the poor to help the world. "

Xu Tong's words were like a hammer, and he presented the facts to question. Even Xu Fan, who was sitting in the carriage, was shocked for a moment.

Get someone to record it.

This is simply a warning motto, and if it is spread out, it will shock the world.

As for Zhou Yasheng and the others, everyone's faces were pale at the moment, Xu Tong's words pushed their faces to the ground and stomped on them.

But no one can refute him, not even Zhou Yasheng.

Because this is a hard truth.

Just now the old Confucian raised his finger tremblingly, pointing at Xu Tong: "You...you... are insulting to gentlemen!"

After saying an insult to the gentleman, he turned around and walked out with his head bowed.

Seeing this, Zhou Yasheng flicked his long sleeves with a dark face, got up and wanted to leave.

Originally, he wanted to use the power of Confucian sages to kill this person, but he didn't want to not only fail, but Xu Tong ruthlessly pierced his face.

Even Zhou Yasheng could only slip away in despair at this moment, not daring to confront Xu Tong any longer, otherwise their Confucianism would lose all face.

Seeing that they were leaving, Xu Tong showed a smile on his face. He walked to the gazebo, glanced at the name of the gazebo, and suddenly had a sudden impulse.

I couldn't help but picked up the Qin opera, and sang loudly in the storm pavilion.

"Burning with anger, leaning on the railing, resting in the Xiaoxiao rain.

Lift our sight, the sky and shouts, grand, vehement.

Thirty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles, clouds and moon.

Don't wait for idleness, white the young head, empty and sad.

The shame of subjugation is still unresolved.When will the hatred of the courtiers be destroyed?Drive a long car and step through the gap in Helan Mountain.

Aspirations hungry for the Hulu meat, and laughed and thirst for the blood of the Huns.

Be from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, overturned Que……"

Zhou Yasheng, who had already stepped into the carriage, heard Xu Tong singing and listened sideways for a moment. Suddenly, the veins on his forehead popped up, and the blood in his chest surged.

"puff!!"

A mouthful of blood was sprayed on the car curtain, and there was a bang, and the person was so angry that he passed out.

It is said that after Zhou Yasheng returned home, he retired from his old age and returned to his hometown. Within three months, he died of depression. His last breath before his death was to curse: "The thief Yang Hong, his heart should be punished!!"

(End of this chapter)