In the world of Fengshen, in front of the Luoyi Keeping Room, a simple and heavy building.
The mature man with a crown and a beard saluted and said: "I was in Kong Zhao, Xia Lu. I heard that there was a young master named Yu who was well versed in the ancient times and the present in the Luoyi treasury room. He was well versed in Zhou rites and knew morality. He was a great sage known far and near. Therefore, he came to ask for an audience. Please also invite me." The two of them passed the news on their behalf.
Every move he made was in line with Zhou etiquette, and there was no mistake at all, which made the two soldiers who had rarely seen similar figures in the past ten years dare not neglect him.
The world has been in chaos for a long time. Rituals have collapsed and happiness has deteriorated. All the princes and officials have transgressed. Of course, there are very few people who always demand themselves according to the Zhou rites.
After a while, the soldier who reported the news came out and invited him in with a smile.
Kong Zhao straightened his body, his expression became solemn, and stepped into the storage room step by step. Following the soldiers in front, he entered a room filled with tortoiseshell bamboo slips and books and silks. There was a man with a wide robe and long sleeves, and a black hair and a crown. The taxi scholar knelt down behind the desk, waiting for him with a smile on his face.
This scholar-bureaucrat had outstanding facial features, a hint of nobility, mature eyebrows, and no hint of frivolity or impetuousness. However, Kong Zhao felt a little disappointed. He imagined that the great sage should have more temperament, wisdom, and more temperament. It may be appropriate to be profound and old and vicissitudes of life.
You can't judge people by their appearance. Kong Zhao reflected on himself, stepped into the room, and performed Zhou etiquette meticulously. Gong Ziyu opposite also treated others with Zhou etiquette, without any mistakes.
Seeing this, Kong Zhao felt more and more what he had just thought about Meng Lang. After kneeling down, his attitude became respectful and he asked Gong Ziyu about Zhou Li.
Gong Ziyu has been preparing for many years, just for today. The books he chooses are all very targeted. He talks and laughs naturally and expresses himself freely. Kong Zhao admires his mastery and deep understanding of Zhou rites. He secretly praises my friend for not deceiving me. Gongziyu of Luoyi's Tibetan Chamber is indeed a great sage in the world
What he didn't expect was that Gong Ziyu was extremely satisfied, happy and contented. According to what the teacher said, if nothing unexpected happens, this man in front of me should be a teacher to all generations, a saint who lights up the eternal night. Every question he asks for advice and every word of praise hits hard on his own vanity.
The teacher who is my teacher forever makes me excited just thinking about it
At the end of the consultation, Kong Zhao's face turned solemn. He stood up slowly and bowed in front of Gong Ziyu. solemnly said:
The princes are immoral, arrogant and disrespectful, good at using swords and weapons, and unkind and unjust. As a result, the world has fallen into ruin. People's hearts are not as old as before. Tragic incidents of flesh and blood often occur. There are many villages full of bones and bones, which makes people feel sad.
How to end this world. Return the world with rites and music, and ask the young master to teach me
Gong Ziyu pinched his beard that symbolized maturity, closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a moment, and then slowly said: "When the city gate opens tomorrow, wait in the ancient pavilion on the left side of the road."
Having said that, he sent the guests off with the Zhou rites.
When the city gate opens tomorrow, I will wait for Kong Zhao in the ancient pavilion on the left side of the road, confused and confused. Don't dare to be reckless and retreat.
Why didn't Gong Ziyu answer directly? He wanted to talk about it tomorrow.
Could it be that he really has a way to heal troubled times, just like the Mohist theory that I don't recognize but have to admit that it has indeed made some achievements
In today's world, both public lectures and private lectures are rare, and the former is the hallmark of Mohism. The latter was a trend initiated by Kong Zhao himself. If you want to learn the other martial arts ethics and strategies, you need to be apprenticed to a master and taught privately.
This time, I will teach you like Guigu in private
The next morning, Kong Zhao, who was full of doubts, stood in the ancient pavilion of Daozuo, looking at the red line and the gorgeous clouds on the horizon. Wait patiently.
A cup of tea passed, a stick of incense passed, and a quarter of an hour passed. He finally saw a carriage approaching slowly. The driver was Gong Ziyu.
The great sage who keeps the treasure house in Luoyi, a nobleman who is called a son, actually drives the car himself and acts as a lowly servant of the coachman.
This is disrespectful
When he got close, Gong Ziyu jumped out of the carriage and smiled slightly: "Master is my father. I am driving for my master. How can I be rude?"
He seemed to be able to see what Kong Zhao was thinking.
Kong Zhao, who was driving for his teacher, was doubtful again. He looked at the car with the door closed. Sitting inside was Gong Ziyu’s teacher.
I have never heard that the great virtuous Master Ziyu has a teacher
And a teacher who can receive such heartfelt service from him must be far more knowledgeable and wise than him.
Gong Ziyu smiled and said: "I have little knowledge and knowledge about your question yesterday, so I dare not answer it. However, my teacher is a scholar of heaven and man, has profound wisdom, understands the essentials of morality, and knows the shortcomings of current affairs. He is enough to teach you, so I let you." This wait.
It's enough to teach you that Gong Ziyu, who is deeply admired by himself, is ashamed of himself. With such praise, his teacher must be outstanding, and maybe he can really solve the confusion in his heart. Kong Zhao was a little excited. He thanked Gong Ziyu. Following the guidance, I walked to the carriage and watched him open the door.
The car door opened slowly, revealing the scene inside. The decoration was simple, but simple and natural. Sitting there was an older man with white temples and eyes full of vicissitudes of life. He looked a little indifferent, tired and tired, but yet It was extremely deep, and seemed to contain the light of wisdom. Moreover, his whole body was empty, as if there was some strange thing blocking it. If you didn't see it with your own eyes, you wouldn't think there was anyone in the carriage, which was very consistent with the image of a great sage in Kong Zhao's mind.
Before Kong Zhao could speak, he saw the man pointing to the side and motioning for him to get in the car. So he got up half confused and half confused, knelt down and sat next to him: "Why do you teach me, sir?"
This man with white temples looked forward with deep eyes: Sitting in the hut, dreaming about courtesy and happiness in his heart, but falsely talking about ending the chaos. He is like a duckweed without roots and nothing to rely on. It will be scattered in the wind. You can do whatever you want. I traveled around the world and saw the chaos in the world, and saw the suffering of the officials and the common people. Only in this way can I understand the shortcomings, and only in this way can I dare to speak out and restore peace to the world.
Kong Zhao had had similar vague thoughts for a long time, and these words hit the nail on the head. He had no doubts about the man in front of him. He was deeply impressed and solemnly said: What you said is absolutely true.
At this time, Gong Ziyu closed the door and drove the carriage forward again. The light inside was dim and the wheels were rattling outside.
Only then did Kong Zhao realize that he had been rude just now, corrected his expression, bowed before the tree, and solemnly said:
In Kong Zhao, Xialu, I dare to ask Mr. Gao for his name.
The man looked at him with deep and tired eyes, and said slowly:
Li Dan.
Li Dan
Dapeng rises with the wind in one day and soars ninety thousand miles away
Mu Yunle walked around in a good mood, looking at the summer scenery of the mountains. From time to time, famous poems flashed through his mind, and he instinctively guarded his surroundings to prevent monsters or enemies from attacking.
Suddenly, she heard a noise behind her, pursed her lips, turned her head, and saw Master Zhending slowly getting up and patting the tattered gray monk's robe.
Master, where are you going, do you want me to lead you? Mu Yunle mustered up the courage to ask.
Meng Qi smiled lightly and said: "Licheng."
Mu Yunle only felt that Master Zhending was a little less haggard, and the deathly stillness in his eyes had also faded a lot, but the deep fatigue and deep sadness left a deep impression on people.
She suddenly became much quieter, nodded and said: "Junior knows this, so he will lead the way for the master."
This is a city on the border of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.
Uh, Master, what are you doing there? In the end, she still couldn't hide her true nature as a curious girl.
Meng Qi looked into the distance and said with a tired smile: Cause and effect. . If you like this work, you are welcome to support it, it is my biggest motivation.
: There is a bit of a glitch at the end. After thinking about it for a long time, I’d better update it first. . I will add a thousand words tomorrow.