211. Punch the Wentan Nursing Home (Part 2) (Page 1/2)

Wow!

After hearing what Dashan said, a group of old Confucian scholars in the debate arena were so angry that their faces twisted.

How can there be such a rampant person in the world!

But the problem is——

Cui Xian has the capital to be so arrogant!

Ten questions about "Shangshu" were asked by thousands of senior scholars in Kaifeng, but in the end only nine of them submitted their answers.

You say you are not convinced?

Then you go ahead!

I spent most of my life reading books of sages, but in the end, I couldn't even get a chance to debate with others on stage.

ridiculous!

sad!

Therefore, even though Dashan was standing on the stage with an arrogant and domineering attitude, no one dared to stand up and refute him.

The old scholars were so angry that they could only... be angry for a while.

Seeing that no one responded.

Dashan, who was ready for a quarrel, felt very regretful. He snorted coldly and left with his men in a proud manner.

It was not until a long time after the Cui family bodyguards disappeared.

In the crowd.

Then an old scholar said in a trembling voice: "To have good qualities is to lose them; to be proud of one's abilities is to lose their achievements."

"Fu Yue warned the King: Those who boast will surely lose their virtues, and those who show off their abilities will surely destroy their achievements. The traitor Cui Xian, who prides himself on his talent and arrogance, is like carrying firewood to a fire—how can he not get burned?!"

This is to criticize Cui Xian by using the "Shangshu Shuo Mingzhong" chapter.

However, they could not even answer one of the ten questions in the Book of Documents.

He didn't even dare to refute in front of Dashan.

Now this soft rebuke really has no deterrent effect at all.

It's really ridiculous.

Therefore, the old scholar's words not only did not attract any response, but made everyone's expressions even more miserable and pale.

Because Cui Xian is such a monster!

The evildoer is almost unreasonable!

An old scholar recalled the past, muttering in fear, "Back then, Mr. Dong Lai was just like this. With his unstoppable momentum, he single-handedly dominated the entire Daliang literary world!"

"His apprentice today is younger, more outspoken, and more talented and knowledgeable than he was back then."

"If Cui Xian ultimately wins the debate against Mr. Huan Ying... the consequences will be unimaginable."

Upon hearing this, the old Confucian scholars present collectively shuddered.

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Mr. Huan Ying would never lose to a 14-year-old boy!

This is the "fact" that every old Confucian firmly believes in.

But for some reason, the atmosphere in Kaifeng City became increasingly tense and stagnant.

even……

There was an unprecedented panic.

And beneath the panic is an even more terrifying undercurrent.

Cui Xian first attacked the "Maoshixu" and later claimed that all the twenty classics had loopholes. Now he has not yet officially come forward, but he has suppressed all the old Confucian scholars in the city with ten questions about the "Shangshu"!

What kind of challenges will "The Book of Shang" face next?

The sacred authority of Confucian classics was questioned and class political interests were violated.

Those who hid in the darkness took action.

Dozens of letters, like snowflakes, were sent to Yuelu Academy in Kaifeng one after another.

"Let's burn them all."

Inside the teaching quarters of the academy.

Mr. Huan Ying, the old headmaster, looked at the dozens of letters on the desk and said with a smile, "I, an old man, am already half buried in the ground."

"I don't even have the time to bother with their trivial matters."

Burned?

Hearing this, Mr. Ban Lin and Mr. Xun Zhang looked at each other and silently threw a pile of letters into the brazier.

The signatures on these letters were more surprising than the last. They all wrote for the same purpose:

Ask Mr. Huan Ying if he is sure he can suppress Cui Xian.

Obviously, Cui Xian's recent performance has made some people restless.

More than a dozen letters were quickly burned to ashes.

August is a hot summer.

The brazier was burning brightly, and the air in the house became increasingly sticky and hot.

Under the worried gaze of Mr. Ban Lin and Mr. Xun Zhang, Mr. Huan Ying tightened his cotton coat, stretched out his withered hands, and moved closer to the brazier to keep warm.

“Cough cough cough——”

The old man coughed a few times, then took out a flawless white jade sceptre from his sleeve and casually tossed it to an elderly man with graying hair and blue clothes across from him: "Little Jifu, take this."

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This simple action caused the expressions of Ban Lin, Xun Zhang and Ji Fu in the teaching room to change drastically.

Mr. Ji Fu frantically took the jade sceptre and raised his voice angrily, "You are old and your mind is not very sharp. Do you want to leave the entire Yuelu Academy in my hands?"

This jade sceptre is a token of the principal of Yuelu Academy.

It represents the inheritance of the mountain chief.

So what Mr. Ji Fu said is not an exaggeration.

Seeing Ji Fu so embarrassed, the old headmaster laughed for a moment, then said jokingly: "Then I'll smash it into your hand."

"Anyway...I'm dying."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole room fell silent.

Now the outside world only knows that Cui Xian claimed that there were loopholes in the Twenty Classics, and Mr. Huan Ying was invited back to Kaifeng to suppress the thieves of these classics.

But in fact, how could the old headmaster, who has not been involved in worldly affairs for more than ten years, come out for such a small matter?

Huan Ying, 82 years old, has reached the end of his life.

He returned to Yuelu Academy in Kaifeng this time not to debate with Cui Xian on stage, but...

The old man wanted to return to his roots, die in Yuelu and be buried in Yuelu.

Mr. Ji Fu and his apprentice rushed from Zhejiang to Yuelu Academy in Kaifeng. They had learned that the old master was about to pass away and came to see him off for the last time.

At this moment, after hearing what the old man said, Ji Fu couldn't help feeling sad.

However, he still curled his lips, returned the jade sceptre in his hand, and snorted coldly: "So what? I don't want things that others don't want."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Huan Ying's mouth twitched.

Many years ago.

A young man named Zhou Yong, dressed in white, knocked on the gate of Yuelu Academy and debated with hundreds of teachers and students without any rivals.

The headmaster Huan Ying was very fond of talented people and wanted to give the jade sceptre to Zhou Yong on the spot.

Unfortunately, Zhou Yong expressed disdain: "It's ugly and I reject it."

If Zhou Yong doesn't want it, then Ji Fu, as his mortal enemy, naturally won't want it either.

Mr. Huan Ying took back the jade sceptre and looked at Ban Lin and Xun Zhang.

Mr. Ban Lin said in horror, "Uncle Master, I have served you diligently for all these years! You must not repay me with evil and force the arduous task of being the headmaster on me! I still want to live a few more years!"

Mr. Xun Zhang said hesitantly, "I, I have social anxiety and I can't control my students."

Mr. Huan Ying: “…”

He never expected that the only thing he was worried about before his death was the hot potato position of the headmaster, which had no one to inherit!

Yuelu Academy, the first of the four major academies in Daliang, is an ancient academy with the most profound cultural heritage and a pivotal position in the literary world. Its heritage has now become a hot potato that cannot even be given away!

Who would believe it if I told them?

We can’t let Yuelu Academy not even be able to find a reliable principal in the future!

It seemed that Mr. Huan Ying was about to lose his temper.

Ji Fu then reluctantly took out a stack of manuscript papers titled "Poetry Collection" from his bosom and said, "That old man Dong Lai asked me to give it to you! He said it was written by his apprentice."

"That old fellow has been acting so recklessly lately! He even claims to be the teacher of a saint. How hilarious!"

oh?

Donglai's apprentice?

That talented young man who claimed that all twenty classics had loopholes and whose ten questions on the Book of Documents stumped countless old Confucian scholars, Cui Xian?

After these words were spoken, the three people in the house became curious.

Mr. Huan Ying took the stack of manuscripts tremblingly, squinted his eyes and flipped through them, and then a gleam of light suddenly flashed in his cloudy and old eyes.

He absorbed the contents of the manuscript paper almost greedily, even forgetting the time.

Seeing Mr. Huan Ying looking so strange.

Mr. Ban Lin and Mr. Xun Zhang both came over like curious babies.

Including Mr. Ji Fu.

Although he delivered the "Poetry Collection" on behalf of Dong Lai, he himself had not had the chance to read it!

Four elderly men, four pairs of withered, stunning and shocked eyes, were immersed in the manuscript of "Poetry Collection", with expressions as if they were infatuated, as if they had heard something loud, as if they were hungry and thirsty, and as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Eighty years have passed like a dream.

So... this is what 'enlightenment' is?!

happy!

The old headmaster Huan Ying laughed heartily, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes: "If I could hear the truth in the morning, I could die in the evening!"