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However, in the latter case, it is almost impossible. There is still a chance to dig a "small road", but it is almost impossible to think about a "great road". This is the way of a sage.

Whoever does it is sanctified.

Among the hundreds of schools of thought in the Xuanhuang Realm, this situation has disappeared for thousands of years. In the various schools of the hundred schools, there are almost no saints. This is still a great master like Confucianism, Taoism, and Mohism. In these small families, except for the patriarch who founded the sect, no one has set up another mountain to testify to the saint.

Of course, obtaining the title of gentleman certainly does not require such exaggerated knowledge.

For Confucian scholars, it is only necessary to accumulate a certain amount of new knowledge on one of the six arts of the gentleman.

In this way, Zhongzhou Confucian Temple can give titles as appropriate.

And if it can be further expanded, and a new theory is born on the three ways of heaven, earth and man in which a hundred schools of thought contend, then they can get their hands on the title of "sage", which is even rarer than "gentleman".

The "theory of body and function as one source" put forward by Zhao Rong in the debate on Confucianism and Taoism in the Zhongnan Kingdom can be roughly classified into this category. Although it has not yet reached the standard for obtaining the titles of "gentleman" and "sage" in Confucianism, it is still enough to make Yan Jidao After learning about it, I was amazed.

Zhao Rong also discovered that the system of various schools of thought in the Xuanhuang Realm was somewhat similar to the academic circle in his previous life.

Yan Jidao and other academy gentlemen are like those professors in the university where Zhao Rong was in his previous life, who were profound in knowledge but had not yet published top journals.

Zhao Rong also saw his prophetic advantage from his previous life.

At the same time, there are shortcomings.

In his previous life, Zhao Rong was fond of ancient Chinese, read official history and unofficial history, and also liked to read miscellaneous books. He even dabbled in remote knowledge such as ancient business names, ancient herbal prescriptions, etc., but he knew more about his major.

When Zhao Rong's memory of his previous life was interrupted and he was staying up late writing his graduation thesis, he still remembered that he had painstakingly prepared this essay for more than half a year, and it was called "On the Controversy of a Hundred Schools of Thought in the Pre-Qin Dynasty".

For this reason, Zhao Rong looked through all the materials of the pre-Qin schools of thought he could find, and understood many of the ideas they advocated.

Now that Zhao Rong has benefited from his own memory, he still remembers a lot of theories of these schools of thought.

After waking up his memory, Zhao Rong often read miscellaneous books, dabbled in some books of various schools of thought in the Xuanhuang world, and understood the difference between them and the history of his previous life in this world.

Indeed, he discovered many "forgotten treasures".

However, as Yan Jidao said, because Zhao Rong's understanding of these knowledge is vague, but not good, he was unable to dig out these treasure chests.

It's like having inspirations, but you can't realize these inspirations by yourself, it's like keeping a treasure chest empty without a key to open it.

The situation is exactly the opposite of Yan Jidao's academic masters who are knowledgeable but lack a gleam of inspiration.

And this is one of the reasons why Zhao Rong entered Lin Lu Academy.

Here, he felt he could get the growth he needed...

With this in mind, Zhao Rong straightened his face, saluted Mr. Yan who had been staring at him, and said, "Sir, teach me."

Yan Jidao was speechless, turned around suddenly, and walked back to the leafy maple tree with a scissor, "Come here, give me a hand."

Zhao Rong was stunned for a while, then stepped forward, took a pair of scissors from the stone table, and went under the tree.

It's just that Zhao Rong is not familiar with this kind of farming, and he was a little afraid of hurting the maple tree, so he stood aside and observed Yan Jidao for a while.

I saw that his movements were skillful and orderly, and the originally lush leaves were cut off by him.

Yan Jidao turned his back to Zhao Rong, and suddenly said: "Ziyu, do you know that it's autumn, why aren't the maple leaves of this tree red?"

Zhao Rong took a look and found that this maple tree was indeed a bit weird, he said casually, "Is it lack of fertilizer?"

Yan Jidao shook his head, "The place where the four palaces of the Taiqing Dynasty are located is the blessed land of the immortal family. The land is fertile. Where is the lack of fertilizer here?"

Zhao Rong thought about it. He originally wanted to say that it was because of insufficient sunlight, but he looked at the maple tree whose maple leaves were not red, and found that the courtyard was open and there were no buildings to block the sunlight.

Zhao Rong pondered, "Is it because of the lack of water? I heard that Hongfeng has a high demand for clean water."

Yan Jidao shook his head again, stretched out his hand, and pointed to the well in a corner of the courtyard, "There is a water source in the ground, and the red maple is deeply rooted, why is there a shortage of water?"

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, and raised his head to look at the red maple, which was in a very good environment, but the maple leaves were not red.

Yan Jidao also looked up with him.

The two were silent for a while.

Zhao Rongning was speechless.

Yan Jidao looked calm.

a moment.

Yan Jidao said softly: "This red maple grows unrestrainedly because of its great fertility and the lack of water and sunlight, and it has grown into the luxuriant appearance it is today."

He withdrew his gaze and glanced at Zhao Rong.

"Looking healthy and thriving, but due to the disorderly luxuriance of the branches and leaves, most of the leaves cannot get sunlight, and the interior is not well ventilated. How do you think this maple leaf can be red?"

Yan Ji said in a deep voice: "Maple trees are supposed to be the most beautiful in autumn, but now they are not as red. Every year is not as good as every year. I even forget about autumn."

Yan Jidao stretched out his hand and waved, "Look at the huge Taiqing Four Mansions, whether it's trees or people, there are many, many, isn't it all like this?"

He stood with his hands behind his back, looked up at Wang Qiu's red maple, and whispered to himself.

"If it were planted in our Linlu Academy, it would never be like this, never."

Zhao Rong was silent, turned around and saluted with fists in his hands.

"Student Zhao Ziyu, taught by Mr."

Chapter 2 Jiangshui Hongfeng and Mr. Admonish

Yan Jidao stared at Zhao Rong and was silent for a while.

He patted his sleeves, then pointed to the stack of paper manuscripts that he had handed to Zhao Rong earlier.

"These homework articles were corrected by the old man for you. Some of the other books are isolated copies of the Confucian classics annotations that the old man has collected over the years, and some are some of the experiences and experiences that I wrote on a daily basis. You should study them carefully after you go back. .”

Yan Jidao paused slightly, looked up at Zhao Rong who was listening with lowered eyes, and said again: "After you return to the academy, you have to seriously attend the classes of the masters of art. They are all masters of six...seven arts, Ziyu, don't worry. Don't be arrogant and complacent because of your talent, and ask for advice with an open mind, if there is anything you don't understand in Jingyi art, you can always ask the old man."

Zhao Rong's originally calm expression suddenly changed.

The meaning of Yan Jidao's words conflicted with some things that Zhao Rong had been predicting before.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't help but speak in the end, with a puzzled tone, "Sir, won't you let me stay?"

According to Zhao Rong's idea just now on the way to Fenglin Courtyard, after Mr. Yan learned of what he did, shouldn't he immediately appoint him as a disciple under his sect, and he would often take him with him after returning to the academy, giving careful guidance and training emotion.

After the one-year student period is over, will he be directly accepted as an inner disciple at the acceptance ceremony of Linlu Academy? Where will he give other gentlemen a chance to get involved.

Although these thoughts are slightly narcissistic, Zhao Rong thinks this is human nature, and this selfishness is nothing.

After all, he was recommended by Mr. Yan to enter the academy, and he has a relationship with the Great Chu State Teacher—Zhao Rong knew that he didn’t know any Great Chu State Teacher, but Mr. Yan definitely didn’t think so, no— ——Actually, in this Linlu Academy, the teacher Zhao Rong is most naturally close to should be him.

Besides, except for the case of special students, this kind of appointment of new students in advance has happened in all the new students of the academy, and it is even something that many students of the academy can't wait for. After all, it is at least a house-breaking Disciple... Zhao Rong thinks that he is actually similar to Baoyan, the top student in the university in his previous life.

It's just that now, what Yan Jidao said doesn't seem to want to bring Zhao Rong by his side to cultivate him well and prescribe his meaning.

It's more like a mellow elder's indoctrination to the younger generation with high expectations before parting...

Yan Jidao heard the words, but did not answer immediately.

He walked under the maple tree with his hands behind his back, stretched out a hand, stroked the tree lightly, and suddenly said:

"Ziyu, have you seen the scene of Jiang Feng?"

Zhao Rong shook his head.

Yan Jidao raised his head to look at Feng, his originally cloudy eyes were now filled with maple red, he murmured.

"The hometown of the old man is in Yunmengzhou, a farmhouse by the river. When he was young, he was studying. When he looked up, he could see the maple leaves on the river...

The river and the sky are vast, and the maple forest on the bank is endless. With the cool wind, the maple leaves are flying, the river grass is falling, and the sand is like a song, which is reflected in the surging river water. Half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red. .

When the setting sun shines at sunset, fishermen sing at night, the setting sun, sunset glow, autumn maple leaves, river water, and fishing lanterns are all dyed layer upon layer, blending into one piece..."

Yan Jidao sighed softly, "No matter how much you rub your eyes, you can't tell whose red color they are stained with."

He turned his head to Zhao Rong and said: "At that time, I left home when I was young, with straw sandals and bookcases, and I walked north along the river, going against the current all the way, and went to Yunmengzhou Xiyin Academy to study. Only then did I realize that not all riverside They are all planted with red maples like in my hometown, so I thought, when I return from my studies, I will ask those emperors under the mountain to be me, the farmer's son, and plant Jiangfeng on the way home, respectfully calling Mr. "

Yan Jidao stopped talking, looked up and down at Zhao Rong's young face, let out a heavy breath and said:

"Later, I studied in Xiyin Academy for several years... Ziyu, do you know which path I most wanted to take?"

Zhao Rong pursed his lips for a moment, then said softly, "It's not the six arts of Confucianism and Taoism."

Yan Jidao's eyes flashed with admiration, and then turned serious.

"Yunmengzhou is very close to Tunanzhou, and the style of a hundred schools of thought has had a wide influence. That year, Xu Zi, a farmer, came to the academy to discuss the Tao with the head of the mountain. The theory is deafening." Yan Jidao's cloudy eyes lit up.

"From then on, I began to think about abandoning Confucianism and changing the way, but... I was afraid that my teacher would be disappointed and dissuade me in the same year, or I was afraid of the name of deviant, and in the end, I still stayed on the classics, Confucianism and Taoism."

Yan Jidao's eyes dimmed and regained their original turbidity, and he fell silent.

Zhao Rong, who was listening on the side, stood still for a while, and he said hesitantly, "Sir..."

Yan Jidao raised his head and said, "If we choose again, I will still choose Jingyi."

His expression is calm.

Zhao Rong retracted his words, looked at each other for a few breaths, and nodded.

Yan Jidao turned his back.

"Ziyu, don't be in a hurry to choose which Confucianism or Taoism to take. After returning to the academy, you should go to the classes of the masters of art honestly, guard against arrogance and impetuosity. What happened at the Nuanxi Gathering yesterday , the old man will go and tell your senior brothers, let them stop talking nonsense, you can study at ease, and come back to give me the answer after a year."

Zhao Rong thought for a while, and really wanted to say, can there be more of the six Confucian arts, but he reckoned that if he really said that, Mr. Yan would probably give him a serious education, so he took it back. .

Zhao Rong knew that Mr. Yan actually regarded him as a close junior and supported him wholeheartedly.

Among them, there are both the reason why Zhao Rong was recommended by his senior brother, and there is also the joy of seeing Zhao Rong after discovering that Zhao Rong is a rare seed for reading.

Zhao Rong turned to smile and said, "Teacher, if I choose Mr. Zhu's calligraphy in the end, will you discourage me?"

Yan Jidao was slightly startled, with a hesitant expression, and finally nodded, "I will persuade you, but if you insist on leaving, I will not stop you."

He immediately said solemnly: "But you must know that this road has never been passed by anyone so far, and now it looks like a dead end. I believe that you will not mess around with her."

Zhao Rong nodded slightly and said nothing.

At this moment.

Yan Jidao, who was standing under the tree, suddenly raised his hand, and picked off a dazzling red maple leaf among the many half-red and half-red maple leaves.

He looked down at the red leaf in his palm, and said with a smile:

"Ziyu, our Linlu Academy is facing the river, and there is a maple forest beside the river. It is a scene of our Linlu. I will take you to see it sometime."

Zhao Rong smiled, "The red maple is facing the water, and it must be extremely beautiful according to the water. You have to take a good look."

Yan Jidao laughed heartily.

He waved his sleeves.

Under the tree, the maple leaves that fell to the ground suddenly swept up, like a swimming snake.

In the next second, this maple leaf "snake" burrowed into the maple leaf on Yan Jidao's right hand one by one.

This maple leaf, which was already extremely red, was as bright red as blood at this moment, and it was so delicate and beautiful.

Yan Jidao shook his sleeves again, and suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed it forward, taking out a natal object from his alchemy chamber.

Suspended in the air.

Zhao Rong took a closer look and found that it was an ordinary Confucian classic with no words on the cover.

Yan Jidao raised his fingertips, and the Confucian classics opened without wind.

The first few pages of the Confucian classics had very few words, but all of them were golden and bright, and as they turned through, the number of words increased, but the colors were not as dazzling as the previous ones.

now.

Yan Jidao, who was turning the pages of the book, stopped, and the Confucian classics also stopped at the front page.

He reached out and grabbed it.

A line of brilliant sentences that have been nourished for a long time on the page breaks away from the page and floats into the air.

Immediately, Yan Jidao turned his fingers and pointed to the maple leaf on his right hand.

In an instant, the "sentence" disappeared into the maple leaves.

The maple leaf's light gradually faded and returned to normal.

Yan Jidao handed the maple leaf to Zhao Rong.

Just one sentence, "Wear it close to your body."

Zhao Rong took it, looked down, his eyes were fixed, the maple leaf was nothing special, and there were words on the leaf, he read it lightly.