223. Cutting Off the Road to Fame with One Strike (Part 1) (Page 1/2)

...To continue the destiny of a huge dynasty?

who?

Is that the 14-year-old student Cui Xian?

This really is a very heavy burden!

Yuelu Academy.

Inside the mountain chief's house.

After Huan Ying finished speaking excitedly, he stared at Cui Xian with burning eyes, eager to get his response.

The old man's condition is obviously abnormal at this moment.

It's like... the last flicker of light before the lamp goes out.

Dong Lai, Ji Fu, Xun Zhang and Ban Lin watched from the side, not daring to breathe.

I was shocked by the old man's lofty ambition.

I was also worried that he would die at any time.

"Little Cui Xian?"

Seeing that Cui Xian remained silent, Mr. Huan Ying's breathing began to become rapid, and his whole body trembled slightly due to anxiety.

Apparently—

Huan Ying has realized that he does not have much time left.

So, he now urgently needs an answer.

An answer that allows you to die without regrets and pass away with your eyes closed!

Cui Xian, who was placed high hopes by the old gentleman, was a little stunned at the moment.

Even though he has lived two lives, his talent is unparalleled.

But when he suddenly heard such a grand dying instruction, he still felt uneasy and hesitant.

This is almost the same as "making enemies with the whole world".

Don't say that he is just the disciple of the Prime Minister.

We really have to decide to take drastic measures to "extend the life of the dynasty."

Even if Prime Minister Zheng Xiasheng himself came, he would probably end up torn to pieces!

Unexpectedly, in broad daylight, he would casually pick up a piece of "Seeking Truth Jade" on the debate platform.

Behind it all is a responsibility as heavy as a mountain.

As expected, all the gifts of fate have already been secretly marked with a price.

Cui Xian sighed inwardly and was about to speak.

Huan Ying, who was eagerly looking forward to getting an answer, became stage frightened.

The old man forced a smile, his attitude so humble that it was almost pitiful: "No, there's no rush. Think about it again-"

"Think about it again."

"We still have plenty of time."

"Eh, why do I feel so hot...it seems the rain outside has stopped. Little Cui Xian, come with me out for some fresh air."

It was the scorching summer of August, but he was wearing a thick cotton coat. How could he not be hot?

Huan Ying said this as he took off his cotton coat and threw it aside.

Cui Xian was interrupted before he could finish his words. After a pause, he stepped forward to support Huan Ying and said with a chuckle, "Okay."

It was late night and dawn was approaching.

The wind and rain suddenly stopped.

Mr. Dong Lai suppressed the tears in his eyes and walked over to open the door for them.

Crunch——

A cool breeze blew in my face from outside the yard.

Mr. Huan Ying, who was only wearing a thin shirt, took a deep breath, and a look of satisfaction from the inside out appeared on his old face.

After being seriously ill for many years, he hasn't felt so comfortable in a long time!

However, this feeling of comfort only lasted for a moment.

Almost at the moment when the door of the headmaster's house opened and Cui Xian supported Huan Ying and walked out -

In the yard.

Hundreds of teachers and students from Yuelu, whose clothes were soaked and in a miserable state due to the heavy rain, began to wail loudly.

They cried in the rain all night.

Seeing the old headmaster finally show up, they were all shocked.

Perhaps, there is still a chance for the principal to pass on his position!

At the front of the crowd.

The red-robed instructor, Zheng, glared fiercely at Cui Xian, then looked at Huan Ying and asked hoarsely, "Why?"

As the chief instructor of Yuelu, he has worked diligently and single-handedly in charge of all Yuelu affairs for nearly ten years.

In the end, the position of the headmaster fell into the hands of someone else.

Teacher Zheng Qixian was naturally qualified to ask Huan Ying this question.

What's more, he is the younger brother of the current leader of the Zheng family.

The old Cui family and the Cui family members always say that they want to be the "most prestigious family in Henan".

The fact is, the Zheng family of Xingyang is the most prestigious family in Henan.

If we insist on tracing history back further, the Zheng family's genealogy and bloodline can even be traced back to Emperor Huangdi thousands of years ago.

With the support of the Zheng family, Yuelu Academy would not decline even if Huan Ying passed away.

It may even be more glorious.

Therefore, Zheng Qixian really could not understand why Huan Ying passed the throne to Cui Xian.

Facing the questioning from Teacher Zheng.

Huan Ying was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "Because this is Yuelu, not your Zheng family."

If one wants to succeed in the path of "extending the life of the dynasty", aristocratic families like the Zheng family must be eradicated!

Therefore, the position of the principal was destined not to fall to Teacher Zheng.

Zheng Qixian's face shuddered upon hearing this. He flicked his wet sleeves and said coldly, "I'm astonished that the dean still remembers that my last name is Zheng!"

"How can you convince the teachers and students of Yuelu to let a 14-year-old child run the academy?"

"As the chief instructor of Yuelu and a member of the Zheng family, my student Zheng Qixian is responsible for the future of hundreds of students in Yuelu."

"Cui Xian, you can't be the headmaster!"

As soon as Zheng Qixian finished speaking, the atmosphere in the academy suddenly became tense.

Hundreds of teachers and students watched this scene in panic, their hearts beating like thunder.

But for 82-year-old Huan Ying, these are all small scenes.

There's no chance of causing any trouble.

He looked quietly at Zheng Qixian, who was tense and threatening, and said, "Chief Instructor of Yuelu? From now on, you are no longer one."

"Go home on your own."

Wow!

Upon hearing this, all the teachers and students present were stunned.

Then, countless eyes turned to the young man next to the old headmaster, and they were so shocked that they were speechless.

The headmaster ignored the opposition of countless old Confucian scholars, and even forced Teacher Zheng to leave and risked offending the Zheng family, in order to pass the throne to this person.

What kind of magic potion did Cui Xian give to the headmaster?

At this point, everyone truly realized the status of Cui Xian in the headmaster's mind.

There is absolutely no room for negotiation when it comes to the inheritance of Yuelu Mountain's leadership.

The new principal can only be Cui Xian!

Facing countless gazes, Cui Xian stood beside Huan Ying, his brows furrowed, and he said nothing.

Zheng Qixian's face suddenly turned pale, he looked at Huan Ying in disbelief, and his breathing became rapid.

Huan Ying looked down at him condescendingly.

The old man was thin and sickly, looking as weak as if he would fall down with a gust of wind.

But being stared at like that, Zheng Qixian didn't even dare to say a harsh word.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the humiliation and unwillingness in his eyes, and bowed angrily to Huan Ying.

Then he took off his teaching robe in public, turned around and disappeared into the night.

The chief instructor of Yuelu Academy was thus dismissed.

A student wanted to plead for Teacher Zheng, but was stopped in time by a classmate next to him.

Wait until Teacher Zheng leaves.

Huan Ying patted Cui Xian's hand and said weakly and self-deprecatingly, "Look, I'm not dead yet, so my words won't work."

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These words frightened all the teachers and students in the school.

Cui Xian said in a hoarse voice: "Old sir, please don't—"

Huan Ying waved his hand and supported Cui Xian as they walked forward. "No need to say more words of comfort."

"When Dayu dug the Dragon Gate, he didn't do it to destroy the mountains, but to make them give way to the rivers."

"Today, we use the young as oars, not because we look down on the old, but because a new boat should sail across new waves."

The road is slippery on rainy nights.

Cui Xian supported Huan Ying and walked forward. Hundreds of teachers and students split into two groups and made way for them.

The old headmaster continued, "Little Cui Xian, you are the stone of inquiry that I throw to the ailing Confucianism."

“Throw a stone to test the waters, not to stir up the waves, but to see where the ripples lead.”

"This deep-seated Confucianism is long overdue for someone to test its depths. I, an old man, will act as a stone-slinger to see how far the ripples of your new wave can reach."

Speaking of this.

He turned to look at Cui Xian and chuckled, "If someone asks about what happened today, just say..."

"There was an old man who threw a stone into the long river of Confucianism, which made it sprout."

Cui Xian looked moved.

He stepped back, bowed deeply to Huan Ying, and said earnestly, "I am grateful to Duke Huan for lighting the snow with his great furnace and consecrating the stubborn stone."

"I wish to be a fire in a stone—not competing with the sun or the moon, but illuminating the cold night, until I see a spark blazing across the wasteland."

Finally, I saw sparks burning the wasteland.

What a great sight! Finally, I see sparks burning the wasteland!

The child finally agreed to his request and took on the burden.

Tears welled up in Huan Ying's eyes.

He stretched out his trembling hand and helped Cui Xian up, then took the Qiuzhen Jade and tied it around his waist himself.

Seeing this scene, how could all the teachers and students in the school not understand?

After a moment of silence.

Hundreds of Yuelu students and teachers bowed in unison to the incredibly young man standing beside Huan Ying, saying, "Headmaster."

Cui Xian bowed in return.

"I'll take you around."

Huan Ying watched this scene with satisfaction, pulling Cui Xian along as they weaved through the crowd of hundreds of teachers and students. His voice drifted in the air, and it was unclear whether it was addressed to Cui Xian or to the entire school:

"The true essence of Confucianism lies not in guarding the gates..."

"Like this morning dew—"

"Night gathers in the sky, day moistens the earth, life and death are the eyes of rivers."

An old man and a young boy slowly walked away.

Mr. Ban Lin, Mr. Xun Zhang, Mr. Ji Fu and Mr. Dong Lai followed behind.

A teacher raised his head and asked in a trembling voice, "Four gentlemen, the old headmaster—"

Ban Lin said in a hoarse voice, "Let's start preparing for the funeral."

In the darkness of the night, some young students couldn't help sobbing.

The crying became louder and louder. Huan Ying, who walked out of the backyard, heard it faintly and sighed.

The old man wanted to say something.

But at the end, he shook his head tiredly: "I can't walk anymore. Help me to sit up front. Look at the sky, the sun is about to come out."

Cui Xian supported him and the two of them sat down in the pavilion beside the ink washing pool.

In the distance, the mountains are stacked up and the sky gradually turns white.

The wind was blowing back.

The wind made Huan Ying squint his eyes.

But he couldn't bear to blink, so he just kept looking and looking.

After a long time.

The red glow rises and the clouds roll.

A red sun broke through the sky.

Huan Ying smiled with satisfaction and pointed at the red sun, saying, "Look at the sun. Doesn't it look like an egg just cracked into a frying pan? It's really beautiful."

Cui Xian followed his gaze and agreed, "Yes. Old man, do you want to eat eggs? Then let's go..."

Huan Ying looked at him and smiled: "It's too late."

Cui Xian's eyes turned red instantly.

"Good boy, don't cry."

"I'll go grab a seat downstairs and wait for you to give me a lecture a hundred years from now. Remember to bring your new annotations to the Book of Documents. I'm afraid those old guys over there are still dozing off with Zheng Xuan's copy."

This 82-year-old old scholar was particularly calm when talking about life and death.

He stretched out his hand with difficulty, rubbed Cui Xian's forehead, and said with a smile: "I won't eat eggs."

"If you see that the people's stoves are cold in the future, I will turn your skills into firewood and add it to the human stove."

"So I can leave now, so I can confidently argue with Zheng Kangcheng: You've annotated thousands of volumes of scriptures, but have you ever given a single starving person a hot steamed bun to eat?"

The red sun rises, and the rosy glow is everywhere.

Cui Xian sat on the side of the pavilion, watching Huan Ying's face grow paler and paler, accompanying the old man and waiting for death.

This scene is cruel and shocking.

He, who had always been eloquent, couldn't even respond at this moment and could only weakly hold Huan Ying's hand to comfort him.

Listen to him chattering on and on.

"I'm very sorry. I've only read half of your Poetry Anthology. But, half is good enough, half is good enough. Life is not always satisfactory, and there are some regrets. That's just right."

"Yesterday on the debate platform, you said that the principles of heaven are clear and inherent in the mind."

“That’s very well said.”

"When I go down there, I'll use your words to excuse myself."

absolve?

Cui Xian suddenly realized something. He clenched Huan Ying's hand and was about to speak.

It was his negligence!

After all, Huan Ying came from the ancient text classics school.

Even though he rejected all objections and admitted that there were mistakes in the Book of Documents, he passed the position of the chief minister to Cui Xian and even handed over the Yuelu School to him, in order to help Cui Xian set off a new storm of Confucianism and "extend the life of the dynasty."

But he was ultimately bound by Confucius and Mencius.

He read the books of sages all his life and adhered to the classics all his life, but in the end he supported the "heretical" new school reform.

Even Huan Ying would be frightened!

"No, it's not your fault, dear child, don't say anything."

Huan Ying shook his head with difficulty, his voice weak and his eyes gradually blurred. He said with difficulty: "The Su King is in front of me... I am in a panic..."

"Burning Zheng's annotations to initiate new learning, isn't that... to write as a commentary?"

"He will go to hell someday...if I am worthy enough to go there."

"Should I plead guilty according to the Book of Rites... or should I seek forgiveness according to the Book of Changes..."

"I am afraid of failing Zhu and Si... I dare not speak of courage..."

At this moment, Cui Xian was so shocked that his scalp went numb.

An old Confucian scholar who was trapped in the study of ancient classics did not hesitate to "betray the sages, criticize Mencius and ask Confucius questions", burning himself, and paved a new path for him.

So, Huan Ying finally broke the shackles of sages.

Or are they being put in new shackles?

It is difficult to reconcile knowledge and action!

Cui Xian took a deep breath and said hurriedly, "Duke Huan, you—Duke Huan?"

But Huan Ying couldn't hear it.

After saying those breathtaking words of apology and begging for forgiveness, he followed the saint and passed away.

Huan Ying, the chief of Yuelu Mountain, was buried with Yuelu Mountain.

He died at the age of 82.