Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Late at night, in the Daliang Palace, the King of Wei, who was over fifty years old, was sitting on the desk and looking at the books and silk that recorded the government affairs. Long Yangjun knelt down under the desk and reported the situation today with a respectful expression.

"King, Wang Guanlan is a man with meticulous thoughts, great swordsmanship, unknown origin, but he is not from the Seven Kingdoms."

The King of Wei looked through the books and silk, listening intentionally or unintentionally.

"The person's words have no accent. The sword skills he uses are different from various countries. He has his own family and claims that his origins are far apart. Judging from the ministers, it is not like making a false statement!"

"Yeah, keep going..."

King Wei's voice was weak, but Lord Long Yang did not dare to neglect at all.

"This man is meticulous and all the temptations of his subordinates were discovered. However, this man did not leave with anger, but instead showed his sincerity.

My subordinates wanted this person to teach Yue Ji's sword skills to see the mystery, but he was also evasived by this person and pushed it to his wife!"

The King of Wei looked up slightly as if interested.

"Oh? His wife is well-versed in swordsmanship? But what he taught?"

Long Yang shook his head and said:

"His wife Wang Shan is indeed very skillful in swordsmanship, but it is definitely not what Wang Guanlan taught..."

Long Yangjun thought of Wang Guanlan's sword dancing, and was still a little scared now.

"Wang Shan's sword technique is the sword technique of Qi. According to Wang Guanlan, Wang Shan is a disciple of the sword saint of Jixia!"

"oh?"

The King of Wei stopped his hand and looked up and asked:

"Can you be sure that he is a disciple of Jixia Sword Saint?"

Long Yangjun nodded heavily:

"The sword technique of his wife is even more sophisticated than that of his ministers. It should be true. The king, Wang Guanlan's sword technique is far above his wife!"

The King of Wei asked thoughtfully:

"You said... can Wang Guanlan and his wife be recruited?"

Long Yangjun frowned and said:

"Minister also secretly mentioned the recruitment. Wang Guanlan just looked at his side and said that his subordinates were not well-known. I think if the king called each other, this person would come happily!"

King Wei frowned when he heard this:

"Oh? They despise you?"

When Long Yangjun heard this, he was shocked. He knew that his words had caused King Wei to misunderstand, and quickly explained:

"There is absolutely nothing. He is a peaceful person and is definitely not a domineering person. If the king can recruit him, my Wei State's martial style should be up to the top!"

The King of Wei waved his hand, not caring at all.

"Forget it, just a ranger. I can't let my beauty suffer grievances. I was originally just curious about the rumors circulating by Zhao Mu. Since I don't know what to do, let him die for himself!"

Long Yangjun was a little anxious when he heard this. In his opinion, Wang Xuebin might not be able to do what was rumored. This person could definitely become a sharp blade for the country.

"Master! This Wang Guanlan..."

King Wei waved his hand, stopped Long Yangjun's words, and said lightly:

"Okay, don't say much, just serve the bed!"

When Long Yangjun heard this, he was shocked and lowered his head and shouted:

"Thank you for your grace!"

Longyang? Longyang! Longyang...

On the roof of the palace, Wang Xuebin was wearing black clothes, crossed his legs, and lay on the eaves. After listening to the serious matter, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and a breeze blew by and disappeared.

"Langjun, I'm back. What kind of secret thoughts does Longyangjun have?"

Wang Xuebin returned to Xiaozhu in the lake. Shanrou was not asleep yet and was still waiting for Wang Xuebin to return.

In the evening, Long Yangjun returned to the palace. Shanrou and others decided to stay in Xiaozhu in the lake for a few days to facilitate the exchange of swordsmanship with Ji Yanran.

At that time, Shanrou and Ji Yanran had a happy chat, and Wang Xuebin also left on the pretext of leaving. As soon as he left, he has been here.

Shanrou looked at Langjun wearing black clothes and immediately guessed that Long Yangjun was deliberately getting along with them and that Langjun went here to investigate the information.

Wang Xuebin looked at the two girls who had already rested, looked at Shanrou again, and asked in a low voice:

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

Shanrou shook her head and said with her mouth flat:

"My sister has already gone to bed! As for me? My husband has not returned yet, how can I sleep?"

At this time, the two who were supposed to be sleeping sat up one after another, looked at Wang Xuebin and Shanrou and said:

"Can I fall asleep if my sister can't sleep?"

"That's right, without a husband, how can I sleep in my family~"

Seeing this, Wang Xuebin smiled and shook his head, explaining:

"Don't worry, Long Yang Jun is considered a decent person. There is no problem with personal relationships, just don't involve official business!"

Shanrou thoughtful when she heard this. Zhao Zhi and Shanlan did not hear what Wang Xuebin meant. They only cared about whether Wang Xuebin was tired or hungry, so they got up to help him prepare water and wash.

Wang Xuebin hugged several people, hugged them into the couch, and waved his hand. The oil lamp was blown out by a breeze and the room fell into darkness.

......

In the small building in the lake, Wang Xuebin held a book, leaned against the hook railing by the lake, and was studying intently in the morning sun.

Shanlan is busy preparing breakfast for Wang Xuebin in the kitchen.

Shanrou on the platform not far away, Ji Yanran and Zhao Zhi were practicing swordsmanship, and from time to time they would glance at Wang Xuebin.

Ji Yanran moved her body and had a thin layer of sweat. She turned her head to look at Wang Xuebin who was devoted to studying, and asked in surprise:

"Sister Shan, have you never practice martial arts?"

Shanrou was wearing a pomegranate red warrior suit, her hair was naturally loose, she held a golden bronze sword in her left hand and a cup of tea in her right hand, quenching her thirst.

The rising sun shines on the cheeks, dyeing the delicate fluff into golden color.

Hearing Ji Yanran’s question, he turned his head to look at the husband who was obsessed with it, and said gently:

"Compared with martial arts, Lang Jun is better at literary affairs!"

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at Ji Yanran with an incredible look on his face, and said with a smile:

"Mr. Lang once met the Legalist Han Fei at Jixia Academy. Do you know Han Fei?"

As he said that, Shanrou looked at Ji Yanran.

Ji Yanran nodded quickly when she heard this and said enthusiastically:

"I know, Han Fei is a master of Master Xun. He has learned the great achievements of magic and magic. He has written an article "Shuo Never", which shows the style of the Legalist school.

Some people have rumored that he was guided by Yi Ren and discovered the great disadvantages of the Legalists. He is in seclusion and enlightenment. Could it be possible..."

At the end of the story, Ji Yanran covered her embroidered mouth and looked at Shanrou with shock.

Shanrou had a gentle smile, and she could not hide her pride in her eyes looking at Wang Xuebin.

"That day, I and my husband went to listen to Master Zou's lecture at Yin-Yang Family, and happened to meet Han Fei by chance. He invited me and my husband to stay in his small house for a night.

When he arrived at the small house, Han Fei invited the husband to talk in the study for a while. Later, there was a rumor that Han Fei was guided by strangers and saw the great disadvantages of the Legalists and decided to make up for it. The husband felt a little guilty after hearing this, and he said..."

Speaking of this, Shanrou couldn't help but cover her face and smile. She was happy, but Ji Yanran couldn't be happy. Her heart was like a cat scratching her. She hugged Shanrou's arm and shook:

"Sister, husband...ah! What did the sir say?"

Ji Yanran, who said the wrong thing, looked as if she was stained with a fat face. She was so shy that she forced herself to pretend to be fine and asked carefully.

Shanrou looked at Ji Yanran deeply when she heard this, and looked at Ji Yanran so shy that she was so embarrassed that she wanted to cover her face. Shanrou did not go into it deeply and said directly:

"The husband of Langjun felt very ashamed of Han Fei. The husband of Langjun said that he was also angry that he overturned the ills of the Legalists because of Han Fei's aggressiveness.

There is actually no problem with Han Fei's theory. The disadvantages that Lang Jun said are problems that transcend the times and are not something that needs to be solved at the moment.

The answers of one generation solve generation problems, and the answers of the present to solve future problems will inevitably lead to many disadvantages.

The wrong thing is the times, not Han Fei and the Legalists. Langjun still highly respects Han Fei and the Legalists!"

When Ji Yanran heard this, she felt like she was enlightened. She had some confusions she encountered when studying the ancient sages, just like morning frost and scorching sun, and suddenly disappeared.

If this sentence makes sense, it actually has four words, keeping pace with the times, but these four words embody extremely difficult wisdom.

Things in the world are easier said than done. Which of the various schools of thought is not clear about keeping pace with the times when doing research?

The question is how to get in?

Where to go?

How many people can see through the future without the limitations of the times?

Not everyone can cross a thousand years like Wang Xuebin.

"What are you talking about?"

After reading this book, Wang Xuebin was about to ask Ji Yanran to change it.

What he read now is Ji Yanran's collection of books, a whole building of books, and there are thirty or forty books that he has never read or have different versions.

He has been studying these things without leaving home these two days. There are four or five versions of the Analects of Confucius. Each version has different remarks, and there are even conflicting areas, which are very interesting.

After reading these, he still sighed.

What kind of master of all ages?

Just a archway!

The Analects of Confucius in later generations have long been modified many times.

Every word and sentence are interpreted with countless subtle meanings, but I don’t know that what I have in my hand is not Confucius’ original text at all.

History is worthy of being a little girl who can be dressed up!

"Sister Shan and I are talking about Han Fei's theory!"

Ji Yanran said this before Shanrou, her face as bright as Danxia.

Wang Xuebin glanced at them and thought they were talking about private words. He didn't care, so he followed Ji Yanran's words.

"Han Fei... I don't know if his latest account has been published, so I've been waiting to read it!"

Ji Yanran looked at Wang Xuebin with admiration and asked:

"Mr. I have studied the classics of hundreds of schools, but I wonder which theory I admire?"

Wang Xuebin shook his head and smiled when he heard this:

"Recommend? It's not considered a company that has its own strengths, and it's just a hundred companies that recommend me!"

"Hundreds of families are in my possession?"

Ji Yanran was puzzled and looked at Wang Xuebin curiously.

Seeing this, Wang Xuebin explained:

"Using the theories of hundreds of schools of thoughts, we can improve our own thoughts, not stick to the classics themselves, and have absorbed and learned from the theories of each school. If we can't talk about praise, we can be considered a miscellaneous master at best."

Ji Yanran was fascinated when she heard this, and she exclaimed:

"Sir, this is a matter of unity!"

When Wang Xuebin heard this, he waved his hand quickly.

"What makes one's words? At best, it's just a way to pick up the wisdom of all the sons. I really don't dare to take it!"

Ji Yanran took a deep breath, sorted out the instrument, and said respectfully:

"Sir, the little girl is preparing for an argumentation conference recently. I hope that Mr. will come here and give me advice!"

Wang Xuebin glanced at the solemn Ji Yanran, then looked at Shanrou, who looked earnest, and nodded.

"I thank the girl for her attention, and I will definitely arrive as scheduled!"

Since his reputation has spread, why not add another piece of firewood?

Zhao Mu wants to kill someone by borrowing a knife, so he will add another bet to see what fish he can catch!