Infinite Script Killing

Now everyone shut up.

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

Xu Tong knew very well what these sour scholars were doing.

These guys are not good at fighting or fighting, and their skills at trolling are top-notch. Reasoning with them is the same as trying to reason with women.

If I don't take advantage of others and let them play freely, they will probably make me unstable.

Seeing how tyrannical Xu Tong was, Zhou Yasheng, who was sitting aside, calmly brought a cup of tea to Xu Tong.

"Marquis Wu has great opinions, but the power of merit cannot be deceived by heaven, and the power of law cannot be deceived by saints. If everyone were like Marquis Wu, wouldn't the world be in chaos? Marquis Wu is a scholar, so he should understand that although I, a scholar, do not have the power to tie a chicken, I can't You have a strong and arrogant character and a hard-core pen master, how long can you bully me, Marquis Wu!"

"MNB, this old guy is so disgusting!"

When Xu Tong heard this, he was as disgusted as if he had eaten a fly. What this old guy meant was that if he didn't give an explanation today, tomorrow, all the scholars in the world would be waving their pens.

This is the most disgusting thing about Confucianism. He can't compete with you in this life, but when he regains his breath, he will wave his pen and write you into the book. With a little modification, you will be infamy for thousands of years.

When Xu Tong saw this, he knew that if he didn't convince these old guys today, he wouldn't be able to live comfortably in the rest of his life.

He immediately calmed down and took a sip from the tea cup. After thinking for a moment, he smiled and said: "There are people who are hated by the people, but they have left their names in history. There are people who have made great achievements for thousands of years, but are scolded as traitors. I have also read it over After reading the history books, I have some doubts, can you ask Ya Sheng to answer them?"

"Speaking!"

Zhou Yasheng's eyes were calm. Today they were ordered to use their Confucian power to suppress Yang Hong's spirit. They were not afraid of Yang Hong's questions, but they were afraid that Yang Hong would not accept the move. Since he accepted the move, he had many ways to make this person The boy bowed his head obediently.

"When I was young and studying, there was something I didn't understand. A sage said that if you are poor, you can be good for yourself, and if you are successful, you can help the world. What is a successful person, and how can he become prosperous?"

As soon as Xu Tong said these words, everyone suddenly became excited.

Even Zhou Yasheng had a smile on his face. He stared at Xu Tong with ardent eyes and almost patted his arm and said, "Ha, young man, if you say this, I won't be sleepy anymore."

Confucianism takes governing the world as its own duty, so this is simply a question of giving away points.

Zhou Yasheng didn't even need to ask this question. An old Confucian stepped forward and bowed: "No need to bother Yasheng about Wuhou's question, I can answer it."

"A master is a great person, a successful person. He cultivates his fields, sharpens his tools at work, conducts business, and learns to read his books. Those who have achieved success can reach it. Those who have achieved success can benefit the world, use what they have learned in their minds, and benefit the country. civil."

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

Even Zhou Yasheng was impeccable and nodded with satisfaction. With just a glance from the corner of his eye, he saw Xu Tong drinking tea with a relaxed expression. He suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart, so he asked: "Wuhou, what do you think of Xu Tong?" Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Xu Tong put down the tea cup: "Satisfied, very satisfied, what this old gentleman said is excellent."

After receiving Xu Tong's praise, the old Confucian bowed slightly and said, "This is the basis of calligraphy, not the Tao."

The implication is that he is satirizing Xu Tong, who doesn't even know the basics.

Xu Tong smiled brightly and did not refute, but just smiled and asked: "Does the old gentleman have any fame?"

"Hmph, I am the number one scholar in Jiake, and I am appointed as Sikong in the Prince's Court."

After the Northern Barbarians annexed the Xuan Kingdom, they opened up the imperial examination system, which was divided into four subjects: A, B, C, and D.

The name "Jia Ke No. 1 Scholar" is still very valuable.

The Prince's Court is a place where the children of the royal family are taught how to study. Sikong's position is probably that of a first-class official.

When Xu Tong heard this, he put down his teacup and raised his hand to the old scholar: "It turns out you are an adult."

"Don't dare take it!"

Seeing Xu Tong being so polite, the old scholar thought he was surprised by his talent and suddenly looked proud.

However, as soon as Xu Tongxiao's voice changed, his words suddenly became sharper: "Since the old gentleman is the minister of the dynasty, he can be an accomplished person. Since he is an accomplished person, has he ever helped the world at the same time?"

"This..." The old Confucian's face turned red, but he still said forcefully: "I educate the prince and teach the way of governing the country, which is to help the world."

Hearing this, Xu Tong immediately laughed.

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

"Prince Enlightenment, if you say these four words in front of me today, do you dare to say them in the court of the Northern Barbarians?"

The old Confucian's face darkened, and he lost his temper. The word "education" was obviously used in the wrong place. If he really said it in the court, he would not even be able to keep his hat.

Faced with Xu Tong's question, he suddenly didn't know what to say.

However, Xu Tong stopped asking this question, 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 bolt from the blue and rolling like thunder, so that residents in nearby towns could hear it clearly.

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

Zhou Yafu frowned: "What Confucianism has learned is the way to govern a country and govern the world. It is natural that there will be people who are unsatisfied. The disputes in this troubled world are not the fault of my Confucianism."

What Xu Tong was waiting for was Zhou Yafu's words. He couldn't help laughing when he heard the words: "A minister who is good at governing the world has ruined the country. How can you say it's not my fault?" Shameless.

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

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

"Bullshit, the death of the Xuan Kingdom will be the death of those like you!"

Xu Tong was really angry. He didn't expect that a great scholar could be so good at shirking responsibilities. He immediately cursed. As soon as he said this, everyone stared at Xu Tong and scolded Xu Tong for talking nonsense.

Zhou Yafu even smiled contemptuously when he heard this: "Since Marquis Wu has a high opinion, why not come and listen to it and let us understand it clearly."

Zhou Yafu had already made up his mind, and just waiting for Yang Hong to finish speaking, he was going to completely reject his remarks and completely break his Taoist heart.

Anyone who dares to speak openly about scholars, whether they are Northern Barbarians or Tiangan, will be enough to make Yang Hong walk away without regrets if word of this gets out.

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

“Xuanguo was originally the granary of the world, a land of abundance, but except for those few scholars who could gain fame, most of the people still lived in hardships.

Is it because they don't work hard?

Are they not motivated?

No, it's all because today's prosperous people are unwilling or not allowed to give the opportunity of prosperity to the poor.

They are even less willing to share their fine clothes and food with them. They regard poverty as a shame.

And because they have witnessed many dignitaries fail and become poor due to intrigues, 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 forever.

In their eyes, the so-called world is just a little bit of money and status on the tip of their noses.

The people are asked to farm, but the land is annexed in the name of fame, and they are not allowed to have any rights.

It requires industrial and commercial trade, but it monopolizes trade, collects grain to make profits, and exploits people at all levels.

The generals are required to defend the country, but they are deducting their military pay, not issuing weapons, and fearing that their achievements will be too great.

Although you keep talking about the virtues of saints and saints, you have turned into a hypocrite, dictating the court, suppressing the generals, and exploiting the people.

As soon as the Xuan Kingdom fell, you all turned around and joined the Northern Barbarians. Where is your moral integrity? How can the arrogance of scholars exist? In today's world, the wealthy can only take care of themselves, but the poor should help the world. What's the point? "

Xu Tong spoke like a hammer and laid out the facts for questioning. Even Xu Fan, who was sitting in the carriage, was shocked and fell to the ground for a moment.

Have someone record it quickly.

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

As for Zhou Yasheng and others, everyone's faces were ashen at this moment. Xu Tong's words crushed their faces to the ground.

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

Because this is a hard fact.

The old scholar just now raised his finger tremblingly and pointed at Xu Tong: "You... you... are disgraceful to gentlemen!"

After saying something polite and insulting, he turned around and walked out with his head lowered.

When Zhou Yasheng saw this, he waved his long sleeves with a dark face, stood up and wanted to leave.

Originally, he wanted to borrow the power of the Confucian sages to kill this person, but not only did he not succeed, but he was ruthlessly exposed by Xu Tong.

Even Zhou Yasheng could only sneak away in dejection at this moment, not daring to confront Xu Tong any longer, otherwise the face of their Confucian family would be lost.

When Xu Tong saw them leaving, a smile appeared on his face. He walked to the pavilion, took a look at the name of the pavilion, and suddenly had an idea.

I couldn't help but picked up Qin Opera and sang loudly in the Fengbo Pavilion.

"I am so angry that I lean on the railing and the rain stops.

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

Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon.

Don't wait to see the young man's head grow white, and it will be empty and sad.

The shame of national subjugation has not yet fallen. When will the hatred of the ministers be destroyed? Driving a long car, crossing the gap in Helan Mountain.

The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty.

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

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

"puff!!"

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

It is said that after Zhou Yasheng returned, he resigned and returned to his hometown. Within three months, he died of depression. In his last breath, he cursed: "The thief Yang Hong must be punished!!"