Collection of Huaxia: the beginning of the inventory of the top ten ancient figures

Confucius laughed suddenly, then stopped.

He looked at the river flowing in front of him, and saw the river slowly changing, and a person appeared on the river with a young child on his back.

Ji Dong stood behind Confucius.

"This person is named Lu Xiufu."

"The Song Dynasty was peaceful and lived on the seashore. Even though there were few people in the court, he still upheld etiquette."

"The country is in turmoil, and he has many things, but he still uses books to persuade others every day."

"Until aliens invaded and the court could not maintain order, he carried the son of the late emperor and threw himself into the sea."

After Lin Yi finished speaking, Confucius' eyes were already full of tears.

On the river in front of him, Lu Xiufu walked firmly step by step with the young master on his back.

His eyes were red, and his expression was indeed determined.

Tears flowed from the eyes of the young master crawling on his back.

"Prime Minister, where are we going?"

Lu Xiufu chuckled, extremely sour.

"Your Highness, foreign races have invaded, we must not be caught."

"Why can't you be caught?"

"If the king of a country is arrested, he will definitely be used to blackmail the people."

"Your Highness, do you want integrity or your life?"

The young master lay on Lu Xiufu's back and wiped away his tears.

"The prime minister often taught me that a gentleman seeks the way but not food."

"Bing always remembers that Bing wants integrity, not life!"

When the young master's childish voice came, Lu Xiufu smiled gratifiedly, with a sad look in his eyes.

"Your Highness, are you afraid?"

The young master nodded, then shook his head.

"Scared, isn't the prime minister afraid of death?"

Lu Xiufu nodded.

"Of course, the minister is also afraid of death."

The young master hugged Lu Xiufu's neck tightly.

"However, with the prime minister by my side, I won't be afraid."

"Prime Minister."

The young master weeps, his voice mournful.

"Prime Minister, can Bing still listen to the Prime Minister's lectures in the future?"

Lu Xiufu nodded, the pain was so painful that he couldn't speak.

He walked forward step by step. Although his steps were a little unsteady, they were extremely firm.

Confucius stood on the bank of the river, even if he didn't go over, even if he just watched such a scene, he could feel the grief on Lu Xiufu's body.

The audience in front of the TV turned their faces away and refused to watch.

"I cried, my heart hurts too much. Although the Song Dynasty was the weakest dynasty, it was the most virtuous era!"

"After Lu Xiufu threw himself into the sea, most scholars in the Song Dynasty didn't want to be lackeys for Yuan at all, and they didn't want to become officials!"

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"My tissue is gone, now I can only wipe my tears with my clothes!"

"This is Confucian morality. I would rather seek morality than seek money and life."

Domestic audiences burst into tears. Although foreign audiences did not know this history, they were deeply moved by this emotion.

Because there is no such tradition of sacrificing one's life for righteousness, they attach great importance to this kind of emotion.

"Is this the scholar of Huaxia? Live and die with the country! This feeling makes me cry!"

"Although I can't understand it, it doesn't hinder the greatness and nobility of this emotion!"

"I can't write such a tragedy! It seems that there is a lot of Chinese culture that I need to learn. I won't talk about it. I'll cry first!"

"Such emotions are really great! I looked at our history, and except for Socrates, I have never found anyone who can behave like him!"

"I used to think that the chivalry in the Middle Ages was the most noble, but this kind of family and country feelings are really moving! I declare that China is the eternal god!"

in the screen.

Confucius looked at Lu Xiufu who was going away, and he sighed heavily.

"A person with lofty ideals is a benevolent person. If there is no survival to harm benevolence, there is a murder to become benevolence."

"Sacrificing one's life for righteousness, killing one's life for benevolence."

"Qiu has never seen anyone like this."

Confucius looked at Lu Xiufu and wiped away the tears from his eyes.

"His behavior moved Qiu."

Confucius sighed softly, the more he looked at the posterity, the more determined he was.

Lin Yi stood beside Confucius, looked at Lu Xiufu's back, and sighed softly.

"Master, do you still want to see it?"

Confucius looked at the flowing river silently, took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Lin, the way is hard to find."

"These people I have seen all sacrifice their lives to find the way."

"Qiu, my heart aches for it."

"In later generations, isn't there a person who can achieve greatness?"

Ji Dong looked at the river and said slowly: "Yes, there is a person in later generations who is called a saint just like Master."

Confucius was a little curious.

"Who is it?"

Ji Dong stretched out his hand to signal Confucius to look at the other side.

On the other side, a figure slowly appeared.

The man was wearing a loose coat with long sleeves, and walked slowly in the plum blossom forest on the river bank with his hands behind his back.

A man also wearing a loose coat and long sleeves came from behind.

"Brother Bo'an!"

As soon as he heard this name, the bullet screen exploded in an instant!

After all, Mr. Yangming's fan base in later generations is still very large.

"It's Mr. Yangming!!"

"As soon as I heard about the saints of later generations, I knew it was Mr. Yangming!"

"Love it, my heart starts to move when I hear this name!"

"The saint who was a thousand years ago, and the saint who will be a thousand years later, this kind of meeting, I am crazy!"

"This is too touching! I'm touched, this kind of meeting! Fuck! I can't think of anything else other than these two words!"

in the screen.

Lin Yi stood behind Confucius, and Confucius looked at Wang Yangming on the opposite side of the river. When he saw someone, his eyes showed admiration.

"This man, named Wang Shouren, is a famous philosopher in later generations."

"A master of psychology."

"He was called a saint by later generations."

Confucius looked at Wang Yangming with light in his eyes.

On the other side, Wang Yangming's friend came up.

"The flowers in Nanzhen bloom very well this year."

Wang Yangming nodded.

"Exactly, the flowers bloom and fall every year, but this year is pretty good."

The friend smiled, and suddenly pointed to the flowers on the tree and asked: "You said, there is nothing outside of my mind, I will refute it with the flowers today."

"This flower is nice, but it has nothing to do with me."

"It opens and falls on its own in this deep mountain, what does it have to do with me, what does it have to do with my heart?"

"Since it opens and falls on its own, and has nothing to do with my heart, it can be seen that there are things outside this heart!"

After the friend finished speaking, he looked at Wang Yangming.

Confucius listened to his friend's words on the other side. Although he felt that something was wrong, he seemed unable to refute it for a while.

He looked at Ji Dong, frowned and said, "There is some truth to what this man said, but man is born in nature, how can we distinguish it from it?"

"My teacher, Lao Tzu, once said that Tao is the mother of all things, and characters have one mother. It can be seen that there is something in the heart of this person, but there seems to be some truth in what he said."

Lin Yi smiled and nodded.

"At this time, it has been nearly 2000 years since the master, and the master's theory has been modified by later generations, so it has become Neo Confucianism and Xinxue. The principles are changeable, and most of them are far away from the master."

"How about, let's listen to Mr. Yangming's argument?"

Confucius nodded, then turned to watch the two talking.

Wang Yangming pointed at the flower and said with a smile: "Before you saw this flower, this flower died with your heart."

"When you come to see this flower, the color of this flower becomes clear for a moment."

"You know, this flower is not outside your heart."

The friend froze for a moment, then laughed.

"Reasonable, justified!"