Chapter 15

A little arrogance, a thousand miles of joy!

The visitor was nine feet six inches long, with simple clothes and white hair and beard. He was a rare old man, but his steps were steady, his eyes were shining brightly, and he did not show signs of aging at all.

Yi Ze was greatly shocked, this person was so similar to the statue of Confucius handed down from generation to generation.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was Confucius, the most holy teacher, or the classic "The Analects of Confucius".

When the visitor approached and came to the three-foot podium, Yi Ze felt as if there was a spring breeze blowing on his face. The tall figure did not bring a strong oppressive force, but it was as warm as spring breeze and as warm as beautiful jade.

Modesty gentleman, gentle.

Yi Ze was stunned, and then bowed and bowed, insisting on ancient etiquette, and said: "The junior Yi Ze, on behalf of 14 Chinese people, pays respects to "The Analects of Confucius"!"

The visitor smiled suddenly, with a gentle expression, stretched out his hand to help Yi Ze up, and then said: "My son's surname is Kong's, his first name is Qiu, and his name is Zhongni. What is the "Analects" you are talking about?"

Yi Ze's whole body tensed up, and he looked at the old man in front of him in disbelief, suddenly feeling as if he was a world away.

This time, the awakened spirit of "The Analects" turned out to be the living Confucius.

This point really shocked Yi Ze, completely unexpected.

In the live broadcast room, the audience was also surprised.

This development was completely beyond their expectations.

"Directly recruited Confucius, I really didn't expect it!"

"Yize's acting skills are amazing. His expressions, eyes, and movements are very well expressed. His acting skills beat Xiao Xianrou every minute!"

"I always thought Confucius was a weak scholar, but I didn't expect him to be so tall."

"You don't even think about where Confucius is from? Shandong! The north is full of big men, how could Confucius be a weak scholar, you are all deceived by later generations of scholars."

"It is said that Confucius was nine feet six inches long. Converted to today, it is about 1.9 meters. The pressure is full!"

At this time, Yi Ze took a deep breath, bowed again, and said respectfully: "I hope you will forgive me for not being able to recognize you."

"The Analects of Confucius is a book for your disciples and their disciples to record your thoughts, words and deeds."

Confucius understood, nodded, and looked at the surrounding environment with doubts in his eyes: "Where is this?"

"Returning to Master, this is the classroom for future generations, a place dedicated to teaching and educating people."

"This is the podium, and the teacher usually stands on it to give lectures."

"This is a blackboard, a tool used by teachers to write classroom knowledge on the blackboard."

"The desks below will be full of students, listening to the teacher's lectures, and passing on the knowledge from generation to generation."

Yi Ze patiently explained to Confucius.

As the greatest educator in Chinese history, Confucius naturally understood what Yi Ze meant very quickly. He gently stroked the podium with joy in his eyes.

"Know it silently, never tire of learning, never tire of teaching, that's great!"

"Could you take me to have a look, the School of Later Generations."

Seeing the look of anticipation in Confucius' eyes, Yi Ze nodded: "There is nothing you can do."

The conversation with the national treasure this time is completely different from the last time.

When talking with Siyang Fangzun, the spirit of the awakened national treasure is the spirit of Siyang Fangzun, so there are three questions and three answers.

This time, it directly awakened Confucius himself!

Yi Ze was a little surprised at first, but after thinking about it, "The Analects of Confucius" is a classic record of Confucius' thoughts, words and deeds. Most of the content in the book is Confucius' words and deeds. Therefore, it is not very strange that Confucius can be awakened.

In other words, the spirit of the book "The Analects of Confucius" is Confucius!

It is natural that this old man who has a profound influence in education would look forward to the education of future generations.

It's like a sapling that I personally planted. Thousands of years later, it has become luxuriant and fruitful. Who doesn't want to go up and pick a fruit and taste the taste.

Yi Ze stretched out his finger and tapped the podium, only to see the surrounding environment changed, the three-foot podium was like a boat, carrying Yi Ze and Confucius to the future generations.

"It's amazing, it's almost good luck."

Confucius sighed at the side, and then saw the mountains towering and lush, and among the mountains, a bright red flag fluttered in the wind at the boundary connected by winding roads.

"Strong, diligent, generous, kind, courteous, simple."

Confucius read the big golden characters on the wall softly, with approval in his eyes.

"Who wrote this?"

"He is the teacher of this school, named after Guimei, with noble conduct and pure ambition."

Walking into the school, the sound of books is loud.

Yi Ze led Confucius into a classroom.

"Learn and practice it, isn't it also a talk? It's a pleasure to have a friend from afar? People don't know but don't feel sullen, isn't it a gentleman?"

On the three-foot podium, a gentle voice came down. Looking along the camera, I saw a female teacher with a sallow complexion, described as thin, standing tall and straight on the podium. Although her face was sick, her eyes were firm and spirited. Carefully explain the knowledge in the book to the students below.

The students sitting below were almost all female students.

When Confucius saw this, his face was not too shocked, but he just sighed a little: "I once said that there is no distinction between education, and I mean that everyone in the world, regardless of high or low, can get the right to education. It's a pity that after all, Still didn’t work out.”

As he spoke, Confucius sighed softly, with a slight melancholy in his eyes.

"Master once said: Only women and villains are difficult to raise. If they are close, they will not be inferior, and if they are far away, they will complain. People in later generations often use this as a basis to criticize the master for discriminating against women. I don't know what the master means?"

Yi Ze asked about a point that people of later generations often struggle with.

That is whether Confucius, as the most holy man, has a discriminatory attitude towards women.

Many male compatriots will even quote scriptures and bring this sentence into the process of arguing with women.

In the live broadcast room, the audience also got into an argument because of this sentence.

It was very lively for a while, everyone had their own understanding and did not give in to each other.

"Arguing for what? Isn't Confucius here? Look at his old man's answer!"

"This is just a program, and it represents the ideas of the program group. How can it be said that it is the opinion of Confucius?"

There are not a few people who hold such views.

If they knew that the person standing in front of Yi Ze was the real Confucius, I don't know what they would think.

Confucius glanced at Yi Ze, as if wondering how future generations would understand his words, thought for a moment, and couldn't help laughing.

He has traveled around the world all his life, and he has seen countless people and all kinds of people, so he has always been cautious about his speech.

As Confucius said: be sensitive to things but cautious in words!

Confucius hadn't answered yet, but in the classroom, a female student raised her hand high with doubts in her eyes.

"Ms. Zhang, Confucius, more than 2000 years ago, once said: Only women and villains are difficult to raise! Students can't understand this sentence. Does this mean that Confucius, an old man, discriminated against us girls?"

Yi Ze and Confucius turned their gazes to the female students, and then to Teacher Zhang on the podium.

"Let me hear, the teacher of later generations, how to explain this sentence."

Confucius gazed with scrutiny and curiosity. As the sage in the eyes of later generations, he paid more attention to the understanding of the people of later generations and his own thoughts.

On the podium, Teacher Zhang was taken aback for a moment, looked at the eyes of the students in the classroom full of curiosity, smiled knowingly, brushed his hair back, and his tone became a little serious.

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(Thanks for the support, thank you (*^▽^*))

 There is an error in this chapter, Confucius should be the surname of Zi, Kong|д)!! Thank you for the reminders from all the book friends (-)_I don’t read the background comments very much, if you have any questions, please calmly say it, and ridicule me It will be permanently banned. I would like to say sorry here. I really didn’t check the encyclopedia for some knowledge ╰()╯. The surnames in the pre-Qin literature are actually not very clear. The difference between the surnames is so clear later, but it is true It's an error-prone place, thanks for the correction

  
 
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