In this weird world, I can consecrate the gods

"What did he understand?" Cui Yu looked puzzled, looking at Shi Long's mad and suddenly enlightened back, with a look of astonishment in his eyes.

"He is a demon." Yu shook his head, his voice full of regret.

"Let's go." Cui Yu turned around and walked towards the door of the martial arts hall.

"Where to go?" Yu asked curiously.

"Meet a very interesting person." Cui Yu raised the corners of his mouth.

backyard

Chen Chuan was working tirelessly to dig the dirt on the ground.

"I know! I know the key." Shi Long came from the door with an ecstatic expression.

Chen Chuan, who was digging a hole, paused and looked at the ecstatic Shi Long. He couldn't help but feel eager in his heart: "Master, do you know? It was that boy Cui Yu who said it? Isn't that boy lying to you again? "

"Absolutely not. After all my careful consideration, there will never be any problem." Shi Long proudly came to the big pot and wanted to put his hand directly into the iron pot. Chen Chuan on the side couldn't help but trembled: " Master, be careful! It’s better to find a disciple to do the experiment."

"There is definitely no problem this time." Shi Long shook his head: "I am very sure as a teacher. How can such a secret be passed on to others casually? There will be no mistakes this time. If one more person knows, there will be more danger. You go and wait. Look how I perform!"

"Hahaha! I finally got a glimpse of the key point of the iron smelting hand. The martial arts of gods and demons, immortality and immortality are right in front of me! Wuzhuang Temple? The shame of the past, I will pay you back twice as much!" Shi Long raised his head and laughed wildly, inserting his fingers into the iron sand.

Baicaotang

Cui Yu clasped his hands behind his back, and Yu, wearing a veil, followed respectfully behind him.

Walking through the familiar alley, Cui Yu heard the familiar sound of reciting classics again, and a familiar strange atmosphere spread in the air.

Cui Yu led Yu to the gate and saw the old Confucian scholar standing in the courtyard with a happy expression and preaching Confucian classics.

When Cui Yu and Yu arrived, the old Confucian scholar just glanced at them and continued to preach. Cui Yu didn't say much and sat quietly in the corner with Yu.

Cui Yu looked at the old Confucian scholar and saw several bright red scratches on the old Confucian scholar's neck, which seemed to be made by a woman.

As if aware of Cui Yu's gaze, the old Confucian scholar stretched out his collar, and then continued to lecture unhurriedly.

The strange power spread in the air. Cui Yu sat on the ground. This time he finally understood some of the meaning of the scriptures preached by the old Confucian scholar.

The most sage master attained enlightenment through ‘rituals’, and what he paid attention to was the Zhou rites.

Mencius, the sub-sage, became enlightened by "goodness", and what he said is that "human beings are originally good by nature".

However, after the old Confucian scholar read the Yasheng classics, he had a different understanding in his heart. He believed that the original nature of human beings was not inherently good, but that the original nature of human beings was "virtuous".

It is believed that people are born with innate virtues, those with deep innate virtues are good, and those with shallow innate virtues are "evil".

Although the Tao of the old Confucian scholars took a different approach, they still followed the Tao of Mencius and could not completely transcend it. This shows that Mencius had a profound influence on them.

Cui Yu listened to the morality preached by the old Confucian scholar, and a little thought flashed in his mind. He thought of a famous theory from his previous life: "At the beginning of human beings, nature is inherently evil."

"Although the old Confucian scholar's theory was derived from Mencius and contained the concept of evil, it was not completely derived from it and was too deeply influenced by Mencius. After all, he was a disciple of Mencius. He followed Mencius for countless years and wanted to truly and completely get rid of the shackles of Mencius. , awakening one's own way is not an ordinary difficulty." Cui Yu was immersed in it:

"Although the old Confucian scholar came out, he did not leave completely."

Waves of waves emitted from Cui Yu's body, and the strange power spewed from the old Confucian scholar's mouth was absorbed by him.

Cui Yu was drowsy, absorbing a lot of strange power and passively transforming it into the energy of divine blood.

"Stop reading it! Isn't it annoying to read your nonsense every day?"

Suddenly an impatient female voice sounded, along with the aroma of rice overflowing from the tip of the nose.

Cui Yu opened his eyes and saw a woman dressed in coarse linen. She was wearing an apron and her hands and feet were numb. She was holding a square table. On the table were three plates of vegetables and five bowls of rice placed in the yard. Under the shade of big trees.

The woman is in her forties, her face is covered with age, but she still can't hide her mature look.

She has a graceful figure. Although she is already forty, she can still see her charming appearance when she was young.

Several disciples in the courtyard were used to it, with indifferent expressions on their faces. The old Confucian scholar raised the corners of his mouth and stroked his beard unhurriedly.

"Master's wife, this is Junior Brother Cui Yu. Our hundred tons of rice were sent by Junior Brother Cui." Wang Yi stood up, took the dinner table from the woman with a flattering expression, and introduced her to her.

Then he winked at Cui Yu and said, "Have you met Master's wife soon?"

"I've met Master." Cui Yu quickly raised his hand and saluted.

"Are you the one who was taken advantage of and paid a hundred tons of rice?" The wife looked Cui Yu up and down: "You seem to be a very smart person, why did you believe this old man's lies and come here to become a disciple?"

Cui Yu's eyes were full of confusion, and he didn't know what to say when he looked at the woman.

"Sit down and eat." Wang Yi put down the table and looked at Cui Yu warily: "You won't regret it and want the food back, right?"

"How could that happen?" Cui Yu's eyes were blank.

"Our master's wife has such a personality. You will not be surprised if you see it more often." Wang Yi took Cui Yu and sat down: "I think back then our master's wife was also a famous and talented woman in the capital of Zhou Dynasty. She thought she was not as good as men. Bad. Most of all, he likes to drink, fight poems, seduce friends and fight with dogs. However, since the master was suppressed by the Yasheng lineage and fell here, his will has gradually sunk, and his whole person has become more cunning. "

Cui Yu raised his eyebrows and glanced at Wang Yi: "Isn't this the street kid of later generations?"

The old Confucian scholar looks honest and courteous. How can he like this kind of woman?

"The master had a poetry contest with his wife for three days, and he lost to her. From then on, he became a fan of his wife. Besides, men are all visual animals. You don't know how beautiful my wife was back then! Now she is over seventy years old, and she still looks like a girl. He is forty years old. And even if the master was in trouble, he would not leave and follow him from Dazhou Haojing." Wang Yi was thinking to himself, but was hit on the head by two chopsticks, and the master's wife looked at him coldly:

"Eat well, such good rice can't stop your mouth?"

Wang Yi chuckled and buried himself in his rice.

Cui Yu looked at his mistress in surprise. She was in her seventies, but she still looked like she was forty. It was really unbelievable!

When the senior brother and the old Confucian scholar sat down, they saw the junior wife holding a red jar and taking out a bowl. Then she filled it with wine, and the aroma wafted in the yard.

"I heard that your boy brewed this wine?" The wife looked at Cui Yu.

"Exactly." Cui Yu quickly put down his chopsticks.

"There is no need to be too polite. We are not disciples of the Lisheng lineage. If we follow the rules too much, we will be impersonal." The master's wife picked up an empty bowl and placed it in front of Cui Yu, then poured a full bowl: "It's really Good wine! The royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty does not have such good wine."

"What's the name of this wine?" asked the master's wife.

"Maotai." Cui Yu said.

"What a bad name, it's so vulgar." The master's wife sneered, and then said: "Can you write poetry?"

Cui Yu didn't dare to show his shame and could only shake his head. Who knows what rhythm is used in poetry in this world.

"I only know how to drink, but I can't write poetry, but I lose a lot of fun." The mistress sighed leisurely, picked up the wine bowl: "Do it!"

Cui Yu quickly picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

"Drink, drink!" The master's wife said with a smile: "Seeing how happily you drink, I know you are a good person."

"It's a pity that such a good child was deceived into losing his mind. How rare is a hundred tons of grain these days!" As he spoke, his voice changed, he shook his head and sighed.

Cui Yu paused while drinking, almost choked to death, and quickly lowered his head to eat the food.

Not to mention, although it is the simplest meal, it tastes delicious.

The mistress looked at Yu and saw that he was wearing a bamboo hat and eating a small meal under the bamboo hat. She asked, "Is this your friend?"

"My sister." Cui Yu replied.

"Now that we are here, there are no outsiders, so why are we wearing a bamboo hat to eat?" the master's wife said.

"Yun'er, everyone has their own habits, hurry up and eat well." The old Confucian scholar next to him interrupted angrily.

The woman glanced at the old Confucian scholar, then shook her head, lowered her head and began to drink alone.

After the banquet, the mistress held the wine jar alone and fell asleep under the peach blossom tree.

"This tree was planted by the master himself, and it was taken from the temple of the most holy master in the Great Zhou Dynasty. The master's wife said that he most likes to see peach blossoms and eat apricots in the academy. Unexpectedly, thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye. Time is wasted, old Confucian scholars are wasted!" Cui Yu was sitting under a big tree drinking tea. Wang Yi raised his head and looked at the big tree behind Cui Yu, his eyes full of emotion.

"Are the apricots in the academy delicious?" Cui Yu asked.

"It's not very delicious, especially the people in the academy, they are all very annoying! All the men are stealing and the women are prostitutes, which is the most disgusting thing!" Gong Nanbei next to him took over.

"Senior brother, have you been to the Academy?" Cui Yu asked.

"After three years in the academy, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I ran back." Gong Nanbei stroked the sword in his sleeve and stood blankly under the peach blossom tree, with a hint of memory in his eyes.

"Actually, we have so few disciples that we almost starved to death because of our master's wife's contribution." Wang Yi said in Cui Yu's ear.

"Huh?" Cui Yu was stunned.

"Although the master looks down on the master, she always feels in her heart that our master will be a figure comparable to Kong Sheng in the future. We can't just recruit disciples from all kinds of people, so as not to ruin our reputation in the future. I don't know how many disciples we have. The master's wife has been 'persuaded' to quit. Otherwise, with our master's reputation, we won't end up starving to death no matter what." Gong Nanbei replied.

Cui Yu was speechless when he heard the words. He was filled with emotions, but he couldn't express them.

"Nan Bei, Xiao Yi, Kun Peng, Cui Yu." The old Confucian scholar shouted from the side.

"Master!" The four people came to their senses and came to the old Confucian scholar.

The old Confucian scholar took out a blue book from his sleeve, glanced at the four people, and finally fell on Nan Bei: "You are a literate person. This is my fifty years of hard work. In the future, you will tell them this book." Listen three, I’m going to retreat.”

"Mr. has written a book?"

The voices of the north and south trembled, and the swords in their arms contended. The gourd in Li Kunpeng's hand fell to the ground. Wang Yi's voice was trembling.

"It's considered writing a book! The next step is to establish a statement and see if there is a chance to create a complete doctrine. Maybe I can achieve the holy throne in my lifetime." A smile appeared on the old Confucian scholar's face.

"Tomorrow I will retreat in the backyard to sort out all my knowledge and see if I can create a complete theory." The old Confucian scholar looked at Cui Yu: "It's just a pity for you. If you want to learn knowledge from me, you have to wait a little longer. Some days. But in your free time, Nan Bei can lecture for me. You, senior brother Nan Bei, are the most worthy of my true teachings. Unlike the two of them, they are just a dabbler."

"Hmph!" Li Kunpeng next to him said dissatisfied: "Which one is half-baked? It's obviously you, master, who runs the small stove for the north and south."

"If you can keep up with your study progress, I will also open a small stove for you." The old Confucian scholar almost choked Li Kunpeng to death.

If the old Confucian scholar says to retreat, just retreat, there is no delay at all.

Seeing the old Confucian scholar turning away and the woman sleeping soundly under the peach blossom tree holding a wine jar, Cui Yu scratched his head and chose to leave.

"Junior Brother Cui Yu." Seeing Cui Yu leaving, Nan Bei called out.

"Huh?" Cui Yu paused and turned to look at Gong Nanbei.

"Let me teach you how to read." Nan Bei grinned.

"But didn't Master say..." Cui Yu said in surprise.

"You should listen to what the old Confucian scholar says, it's really hopeless." Nan Bei said with a smile: "Wanting to enter Confucianism by simply preaching scriptures is just the imagination of our master."

"Come, let me teach you how to read." Nan Bei enthusiastically took Cui Yu's hand to read.

"Take me one! Take me one! I have been waiting for this day for a long time!" Wang Yi also stretched his neck to come over.

Cui Yu looked at the two people in front of him, with hundreds of thousands of questions running through his mind.

What kind of weird brothers are these?

"Senior brother, don't you give lectures anymore?" Cui Yu looked at the book in Gong Nanbei's hand.

"Literate and preach the scriptures at the same time." Nan Bei said with a smile on his face: "People must know how to be flexible. This is what the master said to me personally."

"Yes, Master also told me personally, 'Master's words are not the holy word of truth. Disciples must dare to question Master's words.'" Wang Yi said proudly.

The corner of Li Kunpeng's mouth twitched next to him: "The old Confucian scholar told you this sentence to ask you not to be restrained mentally by others and to have the courage to go your own way. I didn't ask you to interpret it in such a crooked way."

"Bah, that twisted explanation? If I could read and write, I would have helped people copy books to support my family. Why did we all almost starve to death?" Wang Yi took a sip at Li Kunpeng, then pulled Cui Yu and said: "Don't worry about him, come on! Let's read and learn together."

Looking at the group of people in front of him, Cui Yu was a little confused.

This is really a master and an apprentice!

The old Confucian scholars were deviant, and the disciples they taught were also deviant.

However, Cui Yu was not one to be restrained. He walked over obediently and began to wait for Gong Nanbei to speak.

As for the old Confucian scholar's advice, he had long forgotten it behind the second door.

The corner of the lady's mouth twitched, her arms trembled, and the water in the wine jar spilled on the ground, which showed that her inner emotions were turbulent.

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