Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

"oh?"

Pei Mao gave him a meaningful look and asked for advice? Do you want to try Shen Wuming's base color?

After all, what dominates the golden list is just a common name in the eyes of practitioners.

But it's different when you climb up to the fifth floor of the Confucian Temple. It's the Confucian test stone.

Let alone the Autumn Examination, even in the Palace Examination, or after becoming a great scholar, and then ascending to the fifth floor of the Confucian Temple, future achievements cannot be underestimated.

At least they are all great monks in the Seventh Realm and Eighth Realm.

That is to say, there is no Jianghu sect in Confucianism. Otherwise, Shen Wuming would have been snatched away to be the Holy Son.

"It doesn't hurt to meet."

As he spoke, Pei Mao turned his head and looked down, glanced around, and couldn't help but be surprised, "Hey, where is Mr. Shen?"

"Where did this guy go?" Chu Pingshan also scanned around and did not see Shen Wuming's figure.

"That's unfortunate."

Ye Qingchen smiled and shook his head.

Zhang Taisu wanted to say something else, but he gave him an unintentional look, and Zhang Taisu suddenly came back to his senses.

Instead of continuing Shen Wuming's topic, they started to chat, which was nothing more than talking about the old friendship between them.

However, the war of words seemed to be amicable, but in fact they were testing each other's bases.

But at this moment, a young man stood up from below.

"Our Zhongshan County is full of outstanding people. There are many outstanding young people. Is it possible that there is only one Shen Wuming?"

"If you have any Confucian questions to ask, Priest Xiao Ye, you might as well tell us and we can give you some advice."

This statement was so arrogant that both the officials and the officials looked up, and then their expressions changed slightly.

If it were Shen Wuming, they would only think that he was high-spirited.

But the problem is...the idiot who stood up was Ma Baoshan!

I also participated in this autumn exam, but I was rejected in the first test and was not even on the red list.

If his father had not been Ma Taishou, he would not have been qualified to enter Jingu Garden.

Why is he pretending to be so cool when he comes out?

Especially those who are knowledgeable know that Ye Qingchen's name is asking for advice, but it is actually quite provocative.

The candidates here all represent the Confucian orthodoxy of the court. If Ye Qingchen kills the prestige, wouldn't it weaken the reputation of the court?

So just now Zhang Taisu ceased his activities, and everyone was secretly rejoicing.

Why did he run out?

"Go back."

Taishou Ma's face also darkened. Is his stupid son really mentally retarded?

Didn't you see that Ye Qingchen was provoking?

"Why?"

Ma Baoshan, who was still fighting with Governor Ma just now, raised his eyes slightly with a look of disdain.

One is his disdain for his father, and the other is his disdain for Shen Wuming.

Shen Wuming had failed him again and again. Even the Taoist priest of Tianshi Tao at this time only knew Shen Wuming and not Ma Baoshan.

That's how angry he was.

At this moment, he just wanted to prove himself that even without Shen Wuming around, Ma Baoshan could still handle things.

"They are just outsiders. Are you still afraid?"

Ma Baoshan's face was full of disdain, and then he looked at Ye Qingchen, "Come on, come on, draw a Tao, let's try it."

Ye Qingchen said with a smile on his face, "Thank you very much for your willingness to give me some advice, then I will have the audacity to ask."

"Taoist Master Xiaoye..."

Taishou Ma looked embarrassed. Others didn't know. Didn't he still know his son's level?

Even that idiot Ma Baoshan doesn't know which of the Four Books and Five Classics they are.

Even an unkempt child might render him speechless. This...

But before he finished speaking, Zhang Taisu smiled and said, "This young master is so confident, I think he must be very talented."

"Let these young people communicate with each other, and Mr. Ma will stop being such a bad guest."

Taishou Ma sighed. The words had come to this, and it was Ma Baoshan who took the initiative, so he could only keep silent.

I just sighed secretly in my heart.

The Ma family has made enough fools of themselves today. I didn't expect... that this kid should have been shot against the wall.

Ma Baoshan snorted lightly, with a proud look on his face. If he couldn't defeat those Confucian scholars, could he also be unable to defeat a Taoist priest?

Others also looked over, but their hearts were gloomy, and they secretly made up their minds to save the situation at the critical moment.

Ma Baoshan's embarrassment is a minor matter, but at this hairpin banquet, he cannot lose the face of their imperial officials.

"You ask." Ma Baoshan looked at Ye Qingchen and said simply.

"That's what happened..." Ye Qingchen smiled softly, "I read Dong Zi's theory, and the spring and autumn are full of dew."

"It says, 'Heaven also has emotions of joy and anger, as well as feelings of sadness and joy, which match those of humans. If they are similar to each other, heaven and humans are one!'"

"But this theory of heaven and man was originally a Taoist theory, but Dong Zi swallowed it up and turned it into Confucianism. I don't know how to explain it?"

Dong Zi is Dong Fangzhong, a great Confucian who appeared in the previous dynasty. In his work "Spring and Autumn Fanlu", he proposed the theory of the unity of nature and man.

It is believed that heaven and man interact with each other, and that man's virtues and nature's reactions echo each other.

However, Confucianism has always emphasized "people" since ancient times, rather than the heaven, earth and universe, which is the category of Taoism.

Therefore, Dong Fangzhong's move has the meaning of foreign Confucianism and internal Taoism. Strictly speaking, it is a bit of infringement.

Ye Qingchen took it out at this time, but it had another meaning.

That is, the Confucian orthodoxy has not developed much and can only plagiarize their Taoism.

As soon as he said this, Ma Baoshan blinked. He was a little confused. What on earth is this?

He had never heard of the concept of heaven-human communication, and felt confused.

However, the other candidates all looked embarrassed, and some even stood there in a daze.

It is undeniable that Ye Qingchen's punch hit the most vulnerable part of their Confucianism.

But the "Spring and Autumn Annals" is one of the classics officially recognized by the Han Dynasty, and they cannot deny its content.

In this way...

"Xiaowen, what do you think?" Cui Kuan looked at the young candidate beside him and poked his waist.

Wei Xiaowen shook his head, "This issue was debated by a group of great Confucian scholars in the Imperial College before."

"However, the result of the debate... This is not so easy to explain. It cannot be explained."

To put it bluntly, this is plagiarism. How to explain it?

Even if you explain it in a fancy way, it cannot change the essence of plagiarism.

Cui Kuan also rubbed his temple, "This thing hit the vital point with a punch."

In this autumn exam, Cui Kuan ranked second in Zhongshan County, and Wei Xiaowen ranked third.

Neither of them had a solution, and the others could only shake their heads helplessly.

A group of candidates pondered for a long time, and there was silence on the field.

"No matter how I explain it, it can't be explained..."

Everyone shook their heads, but then someone searched for something on the field, "Where is Shen Qiaocui?"

"Yes, Shen Qiaocui can definitely explain it."

Although they didn't know whether Shen Wuming would quibble, he was at least a guy who climbed to the fifth floor of the Confucian Temple.

In terms of understanding of Confucian classics, it must be better than theirs.

"But this thing, those great Confucian scholars have criticized it, I'm afraid... even Shen Qiaocui can't do it."

Everyone was inexplicably emotional, and some people even didn't like Shen Wuming because he dominated the field and overshadowed everyone else.

But at this time, they couldn't help searching on the field. If there was anyone who could solve the problem, it must be Shen Wuming.

window._taboola = window._taboola || ; _taboola.push({ mode: 'thumbs-feed-01', container: 'taboola-below-article-thumbnail---300x250', placement: 'Below article thumbnail - 300x250', target_type: 'mix' });