The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 185 I shout because I am good at shouting

My name is Hu.

Because I am good at shouting.

My teacher changed my name. My teacher is Gongsun Longzi.

A month ago, the Qi State's imperial physician said that the master's time was up and his life would end.

My fellow disciples and I were very sad and couldn't stop crying.

The teacher is very open-minded.

He told us:
"Don't be sad. Before you followed me, were you sure that there really was a person named Gongsun Long in this world?"

We cried and said:
"No."

The teacher said:

"Since you didn't know me originally, then after I die, won't you go back to the time before you first saw me?
"None of you came to me crying, and there is nothing to cry about now."

I think what the teacher said is right, but I still can't stop feeling sad.

I heard Wei Mouzi, who was both my teacher and my friend, crying out:
“Before I became my teacher, my teacher was nothing to me, and I will not grieve for a nobody.

“But now I am a disciple of the master, and the master is real.

“After my parents passed away, my teachers were the people closest to me.

“How can you not be sad when someone closest to you passes away?”

The teacher first praised Wei Mou's true and false remarks, then smiled and said to Wei Mou:
“I remember asking you how I compared to Zhuangzi.

“You said I was a frog sitting at the bottom of a well, and Zhuangzi was a turtle living in the East China Sea.

“My knowledge is like the water in the well, while Zhuangzi’s knowledge is like the East Sea.

“It can be seen that although you follow me, the person you admire most is Zhuangzi.

"In that case, I will answer you with Zhuangzi's deeds.

"After Zhuangzi's wife died, he beat his drum and sang, full of joy and without any trace of sadness.

"Zhuangzi was also sad at first, but later he realized a truth.

“Life is the gathering of qi, and death is the dispersion of qi.

“The birth and death of human beings is just like the growth and decline of all things, the change of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons.

“His wife never came into this world in the first place, and now her death is only a return to the original state.

“His wife died and lay between heaven and earth, returning to her origin.

"But he cried loudly. Doesn't this mean he doesn't understand nature and destiny?
“So he stopped crying.

“Now I am telling you Zhuangzi’s philosophy, hoping that you will be like Zhuangzi and stop crying.

"No matter how close I am to you, I am not as close as Zhuangzi and his wife."

Wei Mouzi cried and said:
"I just want to listen to the teacher's advice now."

The commander laughed, burst into laughter.

His laugh was louder than all of our cries combined.

I am close to my teacher.

I'm good at shouting.

I shouted loudly:
"Why is the teacher laughing? Why are you happy?"

The teacher answered me with great joy:

"Before I die, I am very happy to hear that Wei Mou does not listen to Zhuang Zhou's teachings, but to my teachings of Gongsun Long."

I don't know what there is to be happy about compared to death. This must be because my knowledge is not deep enough.

The teacher was in high spirits. He sat on the ground and began to lecture:
“Each of us is different. Hu is good at shouting, I am good at debating, and Wei Mouzi is good at freedom.

“The world is originally false, but it becomes real when we feel it.”

The teacher looked at me who was closest to him and asked as usual:
"Huh, do you understand what I mean?"

Because I am stupid, my teacher always asks me this question during every lecture.

Once I understand, my fellow disciples will understand.

I shook my head:

“Huh, I don’t understand.

“The world is real, how can it be said to be false?
"On the contrary, one's feelings may be false.

"I think a loud shout can be heard five hundred steps away, but others think it can't be heard that far."

The commander clapped his hands and said loudly:

"A shout can be heard five hundred steps away. This is the world you are shouting in!

"Before I met you, in my world, shouting couldn't be heard more than 500 steps away!
"The shouting distance of the world has been extended to five hundred steps. Doesn't this prove that the world itself is false?"

I don't understand even more:

"My shouts can be heard five hundred steps away.

“The division commander has never seen me, but I could shout five hundred steps before I met him.

"It's not that the world has changed, it's that the teachers have changed."

The teacher praised me for my progress and ordered me:

"Please repeat Li Jianbai's argument."

I answered truthfully:
“A solid white stone.

“If you look at it with your eyes, you can only see that it is white, but you don’t know that it is hard.

“If you touch it with your hands, you can only feel its hardness, but you don’t know its color.

“So, the whiteness and hardness of this stone are separate.”

The teacher nodded and said:

“That’s right.

"If you were born blind and could not see colors, and you were holding this hard white stone, could you tell its color? Could you feel its hardness?"

I answered truthfully:
"I cannot know its color, but I can feel its hardness."

The teacher said again:
“If you were born blind and held this hard white stone, and I told you it was white, could you imagine its color? Could you feel its hardness?”

I've never been blind, but I don't think I can be.

How can I know what white is if I have never seen it?
So I gave the same answer as before.

“I don’t know its color, I only know its hardness.”

The teacher said again:

“You are born blind and cannot perceive white or any other color.

“In your world, stone is only hard and solid, but has no color.

"Do you understand this time?"

The teacher looked at me expectantly, but I was so dumb that I still didn't understand.

I felt a little ashamed and whispered:

"But the world is clearly colorful."

The teacher said helplessly:

"If you can't perceive color, how can it be real?"

I was even more ashamed of my own stupidity, and said with my head down:

"But other people can sense it."

I heard the teacher say:

"That's other people's world, what does it have to do with you?"

The teacher asked me to raise my head, pointed at me, and said to me seriously:
"Huh, your world exists because of you.

"If you have never seen me, there will be no Gongsun Long in your world.

"If you have not come to the Jixia Academy, there will be no Jixia Academy in your world.

"Me, Wei Mou, your fellow apprentices, Jixia students, Jixia masters, Jixia Academy, Qi State, Donghai, and Central Plains.

“Your world, everything, exists only because you feel it.”

The teacher pointed at himself and said with a smile:
"To me, you were fake."

The commander raised his head, looked at the fellow disciples behind me, scanned them, and said with a smile:

“You were all fake.

“Because I feel you, you become real.

“So, if I die, it’s not me who dies.

“I can’t feel you, you’re dead.

“I can’t feel the world, it’s the world that’s dead.

“Everyone is unique, and each of you experiences the world differently.

“No one’s feelings are wrong, your world exists because of your feelings.

“In your world, there is no one except yourselves.

“Any change in any person, thing or object is nothing more than a change in the world.

“The same is true of Gongsun Long’s death.

“Don’t be sad, don’t be upset.

"In your world, you are the center.

“Remember, nothing matters except yourselves.

“You don’t need to envy or be jealous of anyone.

"What about kings, princes, generals and ministers?

"Without you, they don't exist."

The teacher looked down at me and smiled:

"Huh, do you understand?"

My eyes filled with tears.

I think I understand.

In my world, I am the king of the world, and everything in the world exists because of me.

"Commander, I understand." I sobbed and shouted loudly.

This was the teacher's last class. A month later, Prince Cheng Jiao of Qin came to the Jixia Academy.

I both hope he comes earlier and not come at all.

Mr. Zou used Yin-Yang magic to stabilize his master's energy.

The commander would not die until he had exposed Ying Chengjiao's hypocritical gentlemanliness and avenged Lord Pingyuan.

I hope the teacher can get what he wants.

I don't want my teacher to die.

The commander defeated Ying Chengjiao, but Ying Chengjiao's reputation as a gentleman was not lost.

The commander is dead.

Nowadays.

It was the thirteenth day after the death of the commander.

It was also the day when that hypocrite Ying Chengjiao gave his lecture.

He was going to talk about the study of form and name, which was the teacher's doctrine. I heard that many gentlemen went to listen.

I am angry.

In the past, when teachers gave lectures, apart from Wei Mouzi, there were hardly any teachers who came.

Don't say sir.

Apart from us disciples, there are very few students in Jixia.

Why is it that when the teacher is giving a lecture, there are no teachers coming to listen, but when Ying Chengjiao, this hypocrite, gives a lecture, there are so many teachers?

I discussed with my fellow disciples whether to go or not, and finally decided to go.

We are ready to challenge and question, and we are determined to expose Ying Chengjiao's hypocritical gentleman appearance.

We will fulfill the unfulfilled wishes of our teacher.

We arrived early at the classroom where Ying Chengjiao was going to give a lecture, and I, who was good at shouting, started by saying:

"Ying Chengjiao! Hypocrite! Expel him from the Jixia Academy!"

My voice can travel five hundred steps, so I guarantee that everyone who comes to attend the class can hear it.

"Ying Chengjiao! Hypocrite! Expel him from the Jixia Academy!"

I shouted a sentence, and my brothers followed me.

The voices of dozens of people are louder, perhaps they can be heard by half of the Jixia Academy?

We shouted like that, and that hypocrite Ying Chengjiao heard it from afar. How could he still have the nerve to give a lecture?
How dare he be so thick-skinned!

He walked in front of us as we shouted. I stopped shouting reluctantly, and my fellow disciples also stopped shouting reluctantly.

"Sir." I bowed slightly and addressed him respectfully.

"Sir." The fellow disciples addressed him respectfully.

Although I lowered my head and couldn't see what my fellow disciples were doing, I was sure that they were all bowing in greeting.

This is etiquette and etiquette cannot be abolished.

No matter how much we hate Ying Chengjiao, we still have to bow and call him "Sir" when facing him.

Because he was a Jixia scholar.

The scholars of Jixia Academy were all teachers who imparted knowledge and answered questions.

The students of Jixia Academy must show respect when facing him.

Of course, we lowered our heads and then immediately raised them again, but we did not respect him in our hearts.

The hypocrite nodded back at us.

I know that maybe he doesn't want to do this in his heart, just like us.

But there is no way around it, this is also the etiquette of the Jixia Academy.

When students salute, teachers must return the greeting.

His eyes fell on me, perhaps because I was the one who started shouting.

I held my chin high and looked down at him to show my hatred for him.

But he is so thick-skinned!
Why are there such thick-skinned people in my world!

He actually asked with a curious smile on his face:

"Are you here to attend my class?"

I want to say no, but I can't.

If I can't explain it, how can I question him in class later?

How can we expose that he does not have the knowledge to be a teacher and his character is not good enough to be a gentleman?
My fellow apprentices and I could only speak in silence:

"Yes."

Then he went even further, he actually said in amazement:
"I came here half an hour early, and I thought I was early enough, but I didn't expect you to be even earlier."

No, can't he see that we arrived early to stop him from skipping classes and to expel him from the Jixia Academy?
Even if he can't see, he should be able to hear what we are shouting, right?
My fellow disciples and I remained silent.

He was afraid that if we told the truth, he would not let us go into class.

Maybe it was because none of us answered him and he was bored.

He nodded to us and we nodded to him.

This is also the etiquette of the Jixia Academy, and one must perform formalities when leaving.

He walked into the school and we looked at his back with hatred in our eyes.

The hypocrite not only killed the teacher, but also usurped the teacher's knowledge of form and name!

In the Jixia Academy, there was only one teacher who taught the subject of xingming.

He walked to the entrance of the school and suddenly stopped, then turned to us and said:
"Why don't you shout anymore? Keep shouting?"

I was stupid and had no idea what he meant, so I was stunned.

After he left, I asked my fellow disciples, and they didn't know what he meant either, and said they were also stunned at the time.

It was his shout that woke us all up.

He actually raised his fist and shouted in that shrill boyish voice:

"Ying Chengjiao! Hypocrite! Expel him from the Jixia Academy!

"Ying Chengjiao! Hypocrite! Expel him from the Jixia Academy!"

He shouted loudly twice, with a smile on his face, looking very happy.

I was stunned and then I was awakened, and then I was stunned again.

Is he sick?

A fit of madness?

What does this mean?

I went to see Wei Mouzi's face.

After the commander left.

Wei Mouzi, who was our teacher's disciple and was both our teacher and friend, and also a scholar of Jixia Academy, is our leader.

Wei Mouzi also looked stunned... Even Wei Mouzi, who was knowledgeable and traveled all over the country, had never seen such a person?

"Be aggressive!" the hypocrite taught us seriously, and then said kindly, "If you are tired of shouting, come in and have a drink of water to moisten your throat."

After saying this, he finally went in...

How could there be such a shameless person?
My fellow disciples and I looked at each other, not knowing whether to shout or not.

Shout, as if you were taking his orders.

Don’t shout… He wouldn’t say that on purpose, that’s his plan!
I looked at Wei Mouzi:

"Sir, look..."

Wei Mouzi pondered for a long time and shook his head:

“Stop shouting, he’s warning us.

"If you keep shouting, you won't even be able to get through the door soon."

"I didn't!" The hypocrite suddenly appeared at the school gate!
Damn it! He hid to one side as soon as he entered the door and eavesdropped on our conversation!

Can a gentleman behave like this?

He is indeed a hypocrite!

We looked embarrassed, but he was honest:
"I am so happy that someone came to attend my class, so why would I turn them away?

"Come on, I'll start, and you guys shout.

"Ying Chengjiao! Hypocrite! Expel him from the Jixia Academy!

"Ying Chengjiao! Hypocrite! Expel him from the Jixia Academy!"

My name is Hu.

Because I am good at shouting.

I was given a headache by the shouting of a hypocrite.

Let’s go to class!

Half an hour later.

I rushed to sit on the straw mat at the front of the school, staring at the hypocrite with hatred.

I was ready to challenge.

　Today I found a book on the new book list, titled "Who Stole My Brain?"

　　I think it's quite interesting, and the idea is fun.

　　Okay, I'm just recommending the book to you out of friendship, but I really read it.

　　Then let’s talk about this chapter.

　　I thought I explained it in detail, but many brothers still don’t understand Gongsun Long’s theory, so I brought forward the discussion that should have appeared later to maintain coherence.

　　The reason why this chapter is written in the first person is that I think it is better to write it this way in this chapter. It can express the emotions, environment, and atmosphere more intuitively, and there is no need to spend so much narration text to explain Gongsun Long's disciples later.

　　Of course, maybe I am wrong.

　　But no matter what the response is, this first-person perspective will not appear often, and we will return to it in the next chapter.

　　If there is no major objection, it may appear once every two or three hundred chapters.

　　If there is, it will only happen this once.

　　The inspiration for this writing comes from "Ten Days End".

　　
　
(End of this chapter)