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

Sitting behind Confucius, Lin Yi looked at Confucius who was still determined, and said, "Master, this junior has a question, and I want to ask Master."

Confucius nodded and said, "Say it."

Ji Dong looked at Confucius with a serious and persistent expression.

"Master left Lu fourteen and returned to Lu. Have you ever regretted it?"

Confucius was taken aback for a moment, his expression changed slightly. Many things have really happened in the past 14 years.

There are many things that he is unwilling to touch and mention.

Confucius turned his head to look at the mountains and white clouds behind the house.

"Back then, I said I regretted it but I didn't regret it, and I still do it now."

Confucius spoke in a very soft voice, but even though the tone was soft, the heartache and pain contained in it can be seen at a glance.

Confucius shook his hands and slowly closed his eyes, tears streaming down the wrinkles on his face.

He seemed to have endured an unusually great pain, and it took him a long time before he opened his mouth vaguely.

"I regret, regret!"

"Yan Hui, Zilu, die because of me!"

"As my teacher, I am incompetent and do nothing!"

"I regret it!"

Confucius' body bent down slightly, and he whispered in pain, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Yan Hui and Zilu are the threshold that he has passed all his life.

Losing these two disciples was like a knife to his heart.

Confucius cried bitterly, as if he wanted to vent all the difficulties and pains in his life.

The audience in front of the screen can't help but empathize with such a tearful audience.

"Yan Hui died of illness, and Zilu was chopped into meat by the rebel army. This is probably the most embarrassing thing for Confucius in his life."

"He is in pain, how can he not regret it, the knowledge he taught has become a sharp weapon for them to bury themselves."

"When I think of Yan Hui and Zilu, my heart twitches with the saint."

"He never forgot, maybe his disciples thought Confucius had come out, but he never forgot."

"Saint don't cry, I want to cry when I cry!"

In the picture, Confucius was weeping. He reached out to wipe away the tears with his sleeve, and slowly raised his head, only to see a bright light appearing where Lin Yi was originally sitting in front of him.

Then, in the bright light, two figures appeared.

One is Yan Hui in Confucian uniform.

One is Zilu wearing a Confucian uniform with tufted sleeves and a sword.

The two held scrolls in their hands, and sat in front of him just like they did back then.

Confucius' eyes were wide open, he looked at the two, turned around, his lips trembled, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

His tears kept falling, but when there were tears, he reached out and wiped them away.

Only afraid, tears covered everything in front of me.

Yan Hui sat in front of Confucius, cupped his hands, and said respectfully, "Master, what is benevolence?"

Confucius stretched out his hand to touch Yan Hui, but withdrew it abruptly, he was afraid, afraid that everything in front of him was an illusion.

He withdrew his hand, and it took him a long time to find his voice.

"Self-restraint and return to propriety, self-restraint and return to propriety is benevolence, do not see what is wrong with propriety, do not listen to what is wrong with propriety, do not speak what is wrong with propriety, and do not do anything that is contrary to propriety."

His voice was trembling and stiff, as if it had been squeezed out of his throat with great difficulty.

Yan Hui sat opposite him and said with a smile, "Master said, although Hui is not smart, he is willing to practice it all his life!"

Yan Hui bowed down in front of Confucius, Confucius stretched out his hand, but suddenly withdrew it again.

His voice trembled, and he didn't know what to say for a long time.

The audience in front of the TV had long been weeping.

"This wave, this wave is heart abuse!"

"Jin Yi is worthy of being a dog thief, why don't you bully the saint like this!"

"Whoa, whoa, I'm so hard, I've run out of tissues!"

"Let the master meet the person I want to see the most, it's too heartbreaking, my heart is throbbing in pain!"

Yan Hui straightened up, still looking at Confucius with a smile.

Sitting beside him, Zilu took a step forward, bowed and said, "Master, is there a poverty for a gentleman?"

Confucius turned his head to look at Zilu and remained silent for a long time.

His eyes were full of regret.

"A gentleman, a gentleman is always poor, but a villain is too poor."

Confucius swallowed sourly, looked at Zilu, saw that the crown on his head was a little crooked, he subconsciously reached out to help Zilu fix it.

"Zhong You, the crown is crooked again."

Zilu stretched out his hand to help him, but he touched Confucius' hand.

The picture changes in an instant, like ink and wash sprinkled from the upper bunk.

On the battlefield, Zilu was hit by several swords, and he half-kneeled on the ground, with countless enemy soldiers approaching behind him.

He lowered his head, the small crown on his head fell to the ground, Zilu chuckled and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Gentleman, gentleman"

He reached out to pick up the little crown, and tied it around his head vigorously.

"It is inevitable for a gentleman to die and be crowned!"

After he finished speaking, the weapon in the hands of the enemy soldiers behind him arrived, directly piercing his body!
Even the audience in front of the TV felt that this scene in the picture was extremely cruel.

"This wave, this is a critical attack! Ji Yi's dog thief is stabbing the master's heart!"

"I'm crying, this time, I'm going to send the blade to Ji Dong's dog thief!"

"It's too difficult, it's too difficult, so Zilu died like this!"

"As a teacher, it's too difficult to see your students die."

in the screen.

Confucius supported Zilu's crown, tears streaming down his eyes. He looked at the living Zilu in front of him, and Zilu still showed a hearty smile.

"Master, don't cry!"

Zilu stretched out his hand to wipe away tears for his master.

"The crown is upright, the heart is upright, what the master says and does, Zilu always remembers in his heart!"

Confucius withdrew his hand and looked at Yan Hui and Zilu in front of him, with tears in his eyes. He tried to calm down his emotions, but when he opened his mouth to speak, it was extremely sour.

"I'm back, it's good to be back, I'll go see Zigong and the others when I come back, they must be thinking about you too."

Confucius looked at the two, as if he was deceiving himself, that the people in front of him really came back.

Yan Hui and Zilu looked at each other, then bowed their heads to Confucius together.

The two stood up hand in hand and walked out the door.

Seeing the movement of the two, Confucius saw the painful reluctance in his eyes. He stood up hurriedly holding the door frame, trying to reach out to hold the two of them.

"You! Zhong You!"

"Yu! Zhong You!!"

Yan Hui and Zilu looked back, stood up straight in front of Confucius together, bowed and bowed again.

"Master, the students have benefited a lot!"

Yan Hui looked at Confucius, and said with a smile, "Master, if you look up to him, you will become stronger. Hui will practice it for life!"

Confucius stretched out his hand and looked at Yan Hui tremblingly. Although his eyes were filled with pain, he still nodded.

Zilu looked at Confucius, slapped the sword on his waist, and said in a loud voice: "Master's words, although Zhong You is not sensitive, but Master's deeds, Zhong You will last forever!"

Confucius looked at Zilu and nodded stiffly.

He stretched out his hands, tremblingly trying to catch up with the two of them.

But no matter how many steps he took, he still couldn't meet the two of them.

Zilu and Yan Hui looked at each other, then slowly bowed to Confucius for the third time.

"Master, student, I have benefited a lot!"