Dragon map of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 149 Confucianism on Politics

"Confucian benevolent government, Brother Zhongdao's words are quite paranoid!"

The white robe is delicate, the steps are light, and while strolling in the courtyard, the young man walked up to the stage and bowed his hands in salute: "Yingchuan opera is long, opera Zhicai, today I also want to come to debate with you students, this Yellow Turban Rebellion, the people Yes, thieves too!"

This person is Xilong who I met on the bank of the river before. Human nature is inherently good, the evil heart can be destroyed, the human heart can be taught, kill them and then quickly, how come the people of the great man!"

"He is the talent of Yingchuan Opera!"

"It is rumored that Xiao Chu, a poor family in Yingchuan Academy, used to be from a poor family. In order to learn medicine from a teacher, he knelt in front of the academy for three days. The wind and rain did not change, and finally touched the doctors of Yingchuan. He entered Yingchuan Academy. After three years, A doctor of Yan Kebian Academy, a proud son of Wen Kedou Academy, with great wisdom and mastery, he is known for his wisdom!"

Some people pointed and pointed out the origin of Moxilong clearly.

"Brother Zhicai is sharp!" Jiang Lu sighed.

"We are destined to meet each other from thousands of miles away!"

Mujing's eyes sparkled, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised a calculating arc. With such a great talent, he would feel sorry for himself if he didn't start early.

Even though he came to Taixue today and met countless great talents from the Three Kingdoms era, Xi Zhicai was what he wanted most in his heart, a national treasure talent.

"A certain Sima Fang didn't recognize Brother Zhicai's fallacy, but thought that Brother Zhongdao was right!" On the other side of the Taixue disciples, another young scholar came out, high-spirited, and his voice was loud: "The chaos of the Yellow Turban is caused by the evil spirits. , I Confucianism benevolence and righteousness, should be for the people of the world, the well-being of the people is above all else, not for the thieves and the heart of a woman, the thieves should be quelled with arms, killing one can be an warning to the hundred, destroying the Dao and pacifying the world!"

"Another proud student!"

"I know him. He is the eldest son of the Sima family in Hanoi, Sima Lang. He is only eighteen years old this year. He is already an honorary capital teacher. He is a young talent!"

"Even if this Taixue's situation is not as good as it used to be, its heritage is unshakable!"

"It seems that Yingchuan Academy is about to lose!"

All the scholars around started discussing one after another, and even cast admiring glances at the few scholars on the stage. Among these scholars, they were all the stars of scholars.

"The benevolence of Confucianism, benevolence is in the world, and all people are the people of the world, how can we care about all people and give up one person..."

"People can be taught, but thieves can't be forgiven. If you indulge the thieves' hearts, you can disrupt the order of the world and affect the operation of the government. You can't have the heart of a woman. You should hold on to the heart of breaking the child..."

"..."

The two sides started a constant war of tongues. The young man was passionate, his tongue was like a sword, and his words were like a knife. In the shadow of the sword, you come and go.

on the high platform.

The three Confucian scholars watched this scene with a smile.

They don't take these so-called rebuttals to heart. In their hearts, the Yellow Turban Rebellion doesn't matter at all. They don't care about things that have already been determined. What they care about are these young students who are excited and excited , These are the rising stars of Confucianism.

"Brother Decao, your drama talents in Yingchuan Academy are quite elegant!"

Cai Yong stretched out his hand, touched the beautiful beard of his chin, and said with a smile: "This son's speech is sharp and sharp, and he is firm in his own thoughts, which is really extraordinary!"

"Brother Bojie, this son is like this, but he has some talent for speaking, it's rare to be praised by you!"

When Sima Wei heard this, he looked at Xi Zhicai with a soft look in his eyes.

"You Yingchuan has recently produced a large number of talents, but it's a pity that you haven't been able to come here!"

Lu Zhi said: "It is rumored that the Xun family has a son, Wang Zuozhi who was praised by Uncle He. He has the appearance of Liuhou. I am quite curious about him!"

"Ha ha!"

Sima smiled and said: "The Xun family in Yingchuan has countless famous scholars, and their children come forth in large numbers. Among them, the literary talent is outstanding, and the literary talent is indeed a Liuhou. It is a pity that he is quite persistent. , even though he has been a teacher, he is still not willing to take an official career!"

Under the high platform, countless scholars were full of enthusiasm, but Mu Jing was the most listless.

In his opinion, these simple remarks are not as good as going to a debate meeting of college students. These scholars are still stupid and can't let go. The so-called freedom of speech is just a sentence, and there are many things they dare not say. In terms of coming and going, there are three tricks.

"Mulongtu, how dare you go!" Jiang Lu suddenly said at this moment.

"I go?"

Mu Jing looked at Jiang Lu, and said, "You're not mistaken, look at the one on the stage, that one is not a scholar of Confucianism, isn't it a shame for me to go up?"

"Your rhetoric has always been sharp, and you love to use surprises to control corrections, and you walk the path of slant alone!"

Jiang Lu said softly: "The most important thing is that today's opportunity is rare in the world. Scholars from all over the world are admiring you. You are not only a yellow scarf, but also a name for yourself. If there is no hero in the world Fame, who is willing to follow, you have to think about it as your lord, if your lord can govern Nanyang safely in the future, you need the support of scholars from all over the world!"

"Why don't you go?" Mu Jing said strangely.

"I know myself!"

Jiang Lu took it for granted, and said: "There is quite a difference in knowledge between me and them, it is far from enough, going up is just an embarrassment!"

"Why do I feel like you're digging a hole for me? You want to trap me!" Mu Jing said suspiciously. This guy is narrow-minded. After being tricked by himself once, he wanted to trick himself countless times. It's a pity that he is very wise and smart. , did not give him a chance at all.

"Mulongtu, you and I have known each other for so many days, how can you question my heart like this, I am wholeheartedly for you, and wholeheartedly for the benefit of the Lord, this heart can be learned from the sun and the moon, and the world can be enlightened..." Jiang Lu looked sad and indignant the way.

"have to!"

Mu Jing hurriedly stopped his long speech, and said, "I'll go!"

There is nothing wrong with taking the initiative. At this time, he needs fame. With fame, he can meet Cai Yong smoothly and have a one-in-a-thousand chance of persuading Cai Yong. Moreover, what Jiang Lu said is correct, if he can't change With the definition of the Yellow Turban, it will be difficult for them to recruit talents in the future.

This is an opportunity.

Besides who he is.

He is Mulongtu, a 13-year-old freak whose soul has a history of 2000 years. Now it is just a refutation of the ancients. Will he still be afraid?

"Please!"

Without further ado, Jiang Lu bowed down as an invitation.

"Old man Jiang, let's see the demeanor of your young master, me!"

Mu Jing stepped forward with an aura of rustling wind and cold water.

"Brother Longtu, this is..." Lu Heng walked over, looked at Mujing's back, and frowned slightly.

In his heart, he still had a high opinion of Jiang Lu. He talked with Jiang Lu and already felt that Jiang Lu had extraordinary literary talents, but he somewhat underestimated the young Mulong Tu. Suddenly seeing Mu Jing dare to walk up to the high platform, he Suddenly dumbfounded.

You must know that today's grand event is not only an opportunity, but also a hurdle. If you fall down, your reputation will be ruined, your career will be ruined in the future, and your life will be stained, making it difficult to get ahead.

Even if it is Lu Heng, the second son of Lu Zhi, the current Shang Shuling, he dare not go up to the stage to make a fool of himself.

"A young man who is ignorant, actually wants to make a sensation in such a sacred place, but I can't persuade him, I can only let him go, hey!"

Jiang Lu changed his face, he looked innocent, if Mu Jing saw it, he would never say anything, beat him up, this guy was taking revenge, he was once plotted against by Mu Jing, but he held revenge very much.

On the stage, the definition of the Yellow Turban Rebellion is still being debated. More than a dozen scholars have already come to the stage. Yingchuan Academy is dominated by Xilong and the young Chen Qun, while the main force of the Taixue is Cai Yong's disciple, the honorary capital teacher. Wei Zhongdao.

"So, everyone thinks that your theories are fallacies!"

Mu Jing appeared on the stage, with a 13-year-old body and a 30-year-old soul, with the aura of killing on the battlefield, imitating the temperament of reading thousands of volumes, stepping up, onto the high platform, with a childish face, lifelike eyes, expression So indifferent, fearless in the face of everyone's gaze.

"Who is this person?"

"Such a young man, so handsome, I don't even know him!"

"He is provocative!"

"How dare you dare to provoke Taixue and Yingchuan Academy at the same time, what a guts!"

"..."

It was quiet on the stage, and a pair of eyes fell on Mu Jing. The scholars in the audience were talking one after another. Facing the unfamiliar Mu Jing, some admired, some despised, and some were curious and wanted to find out through the crowd around him. Here comes his origin.

"Who are you?" Wei Zhongdao narrowed his eyes slightly, with some coldness flickering, and asked coldly, "Why are you on stage?"

"It's natural to have a discussion with you on stage!"

"It's just you?" Wei Zhongdao said contemptuously: "How old are you, and who did you learn from!"

"Nanyang Mujing, styled Longtu, is self-taught and has no teacher!"

Mu Jingniao is not such a short-lived bird, he bowed to his superior and said, "It's really an honor to be admitted to the Imperial Academy today, and I hope all the great scholars will not take offense!"

"No need to be polite!"

Cai Yong looked at Mujing quite curiously, and said.

Mu Jing continued: "Every scholar in the world can talk about the Yellow Turban today. I don't know what to say!"

"Of course!"

When Xilong came out, he recognized Mujing, but he didn't really care about it. He has always been free and easy, and being interested is a destiny. He said with a smile: "The Yellow Turban Rebellion is in chaos in the world, and scholars in the world are all in trouble." Among them, there is nothing to discuss!"

"Then you're welcome today!"

Mu Jing stepped into the middle of the stage, and faced all the scholars with a bold face: "Everyone in the world says that the chaos of the Yellow Turban is due to the ambition of the bandit chief Zhang Jiao, who is arbitrarily moving the people of the world, and the chaos is caused by the ignorant and blind followers of the people. I don’t agree, the Yellow Turban Rebellion is not a rebellion by thieves, not a rebellion by the people, but a rebellion by the dynasty!”

"What nonsense!"

"Bold!"

"Speaking to the court is a death penalty!"

"This kid is too presumptuous!"

Mu Jing's words caused thousands of waves, countless students glared angrily, watching Mu Jing's figure burst into flames, since the decline of Taixue, I have never seen such a bold person in Confucianism and politics .

(End of this chapter)