Nightwatcher

Star Observation Building, Eight Diagrams Platform.

The white-clothed, white-haired, white-bearded prisoner was sitting in front of the case, sipping a glass of wine in his hand, silently looking towards the northwest of the capital.

There is also a table on the left, which is full of delicacies. In front of the table sits Chu Caiwei with an oval face, big eyes, exquisite features, and hidden sweetness.

While eating, she chattered endlessly: "Master, when can I step into the sixth rank and become an alchemist?"

The prisoner replied with a smile: "Whenever you don't care about eating and are willing to practice with peace of mind, the time has come."

Chu Caiwei wondered: "Then it's impossible in this life."

She swallowed the food and continued to babble: "By the way, that fake silver is easy to burn, and it will explode when thrown in water. It can't be preserved at all. It's not good to do business with the emperor."

Master Jianzheng said softly: "The old emperor is full, let him get out of here."

Chu Caiwei stuck out the tip of her tongue: "I don't dare to say that, you go by yourself."

The supervisor smiled kindly.

"Master, the fourth senior brother is about to lose his mind, and you don't care. He always runs out of the city for nothing, saying that the door to the alchemy mystery has been opened to him."

""

"Master, I think Xu Qi'an is a good little fast player, so we can't send him to Si Tianjian? Oh, you don't know who he is, he is the one who broke the tax and bank case"

""

"Master, what is grafting?"

The supervisor sighed: "Caiwei."

"Master, tell me."

"Eating can't stop your mouth."

"oh."

a few seconds later

"Master, why do you always look over there?"

"Caiwei, Master has some regrets."

"Master, tell me."

"Why doesn't Master know the Confucian technique of silence?"

"Hee hee" Chu Caiwei just had a smug expression on her face, when she suddenly found that the food on the case was spoiled in an instant, giving off an unpleasant smell.

Her small mouth shrunk, her expression was about to cry, and she was so distressed that she couldn't breathe: "Master, I was wrong. Change back soon."

Jianzheng was still looking towards the northwest, and said with a smile: "Master will teach you another truth. In the field of alchemy, most transformations are irreversible."

Chu Caiwei left crying while wiping away her tears, "I will never come to accompany you, you old man again."

In the Accord beside the bamboo grove, Zhao Shou, the dean, said in a deep voice, "It is forbidden to approach this place within 30 feet."

While speaking, he waved his sleeves, and the breath inflated, covering the Accord with a radius of thirty feet.

After finishing these, he turned around and looked at the three great scholars who had been summoned.

Holding the teacup in his hand, Li Mubai said with a serious face, "I have inquired, and there were no students near the Yasheng Academy at that time, and it was impossible to know who entered it.

"The handwriting on the stele does not belong to any student in the academy. I don't think it was taught by our academy to be able to write such ugly characters."

Speaking of this, Li Mubai felt a little guilty, if it wasn't a student of the academy, who else is in the academy today, except for that cheap student?

"Tuk Tuk"

At this time, Zhang Shen knocked on the table, the great Confucian put away all his cynicism, and retorted his best friend with a deadpan expression:

"Handwriting can be disguised, and ugly writing is even more so."

Chen Tai suddenly asked: "Then, what is the reason for disguising the handwriting? That monument has been standing there for more than ten years. The teachers and students in the academy have all tried it, and they are all willing to be this hero. There is no reason for disguising the handwriting.

"Also, brothers Xu Cijiu and Xu Ningyan happened to be traveling in the mountains at that time."

The three great Confucians finished their discussion and did not speak for a long time.

Li Mubai took a sip of the tea in his cup, and sighed: "Build your heart for the world, build your life for the people, inherit the knowledge of the past saints, and bring peace to all generations."

"I'm ashamed, I've already given up my official career these years, and I just want to be famous forever and leave my name in the history."

"Brother Chunjing is a man of integrity." Zhang Shen gave a thumbs up and praised him, and then said, "Leave me to guide you in poetry."

Li Mubai immediately changed his words: "For the country and the people, there is no contradiction with being famous in history."

Director Zhao Shou was taken aback for a moment, staring at Li Mubai with a clear light in his eyes, he said in surprise, "You're dying soon?!"

"!!!" Chen Tai and Zhang Shen were startled.

Li Mubai stroked his beard with a smile: "In an instant, I suddenly realized, and suddenly became enlightened."

The other two great Confucian scholars instantly became sour.

After being pointed out by Dean Zhao Shou, the two immediately noticed the subtle change in Li Mubai's breath.

The third rank is the realm of establishing life, which is a realm of looking for life goals. Some people study for fame, some for profit, and some for blessing. Everyone has his own way for future generations.

Dean Zhao Shou's way is to create a new school of Confucianism, to break the shackles of thought and to find a new way for thousands of scholars in the world.

Therefore, he couldn't achieve this goal in one day, and couldn't break through to the second-rank realm in one day.

Others didn't ask Li Mubai's life goals, because at this time, he himself was in a hazy state.

Zhang Shen and Chen Tai looked at each other, and secretly decided in their hearts that they would not come out after retreating to the Yasheng Academy for enlightenment.

"As of today, the Yasheng Academy prohibits students from entering." Zhao Shou's eyes with divine brilliance swept across the great Confucianists present, and said: "This matter is not allowed to be circulated. I want to speak to the three of you."

The three great scholars looked at each other and nodded slightly.

Zhao Shou sank his dantian, gathered his tongue: "A gentleman should keep his mouth shut."

The two riders galloped very fast. When they approached the capital, the brothers slowed down and let the horses trot on the road.

What they rent is inferior horses, which are only a little better than inferior horses. The advantage is that they are cheap, and the disadvantage is that they are not physically strong.

Can't keep running at high speed for a long time.

If he ran to his death, he would have to pay more than a dozen taels of silver. The two brothers are very close to their wallets.

Xu Nian let out a foul breath, and finally asked the doubts in his heart: "Should I explain, brother?"

He was referring to that astonishing adage.

"What do you want me to explain?" Xu Qi'an asked back.

"Brother is just an enlightenment, how can you say such shocking words?" Xu Nian raised his chin proudly:

"That's something only a scholar can say."

Look, everything you are proud of is low-grade, only high-level reading, right? I am a nine-year compulsory education graduate and a police academy graduate, and I am also a senior keyboard man. I am deeply influenced by the keyboard culture. I know a little bit about everything. In front of him, he can only be regarded as a younger brother!

Xu Qi'an really wanted to spit out this slot.

He pondered for a moment, and changed his words: "Ji Jiu also feels that there are some problems with the current Confucianism, but when I ask you what a scholar should do, your answer is still in line with the standard of the times."

This sentence made Xu New Year fall into deep thought.

"This is the limitation of thinking. You scholars are influenced by a certain kind of thinking, and over time, it becomes its shape. Even if you realize that something is wrong, it is difficult to break free." Xu Qi'an talked eloquently:

"Let's put it another way: thought imprisonment."

"Thought imprisonment" Xu Cijiu murmured and repeated these four words.

"The dean of Yunlu Academy is also imprisoned by his thoughts and influenced by Cheng's academics. He wants to break through and find a new school, but he himself is in the vortex, how can he lead the world's scholars out of the vortex?"

"The only ones who can really do it are those who are outside the vortex.

"Maybe it's because I haven't read many books, big brother, that I can take the edge of the sword, be unconventional, and not be imprisoned by Cheng's Neo-Confucianism."

Of course, I also have thought imprisonment, which comes from the 21st century, but no one gave me a blow to the head, Xu Qian said in his heart.

To put it bluntly, this thing of ideological imprisonment is the Three Views, and the Three Views are created by the times. You're in this era, you've been brought up by it, and you don't see a problem with it. Only when the time scale reaches a certain distance can we find a high-level view and find problems.

Xu Cijiu didn't speak for a long time, he started to think, started to investigate things, after a while, he looked at Xu Qi'an with radiance:

"Brother's words made me suddenly see the light."

Big Brother is amazing.

Xu Qi'an has a strong understanding and made an evaluation in his heart. On the surface, he didn't take it seriously, but showed a mocking look:

"It's a pity, you didn't inherit the fine genes of my Xu family, but you inherited from the Li family."

Brother really hates that Xu Cijiu suddenly doesn't want to talk to him.

After listening to this, my mother slapped the table angrily and scolded: This little bastard is at odds with my mother.

PS: Condolences to the martyrs and compatriots who unfortunately died in the epidemic. I originally wanted to stop for one day today to express my sadness. Think about it or forget it. Just keep it in mind.