i have a sword fairy

Chapter 521 Wine, Lao Confucianism, Mo Xia Sword, and the Words of You Rong

Hearing this, Zhao Rong became serious, and first looked at the serious Zhang Huizhi curiously.

Did not speak right away.

Zhang Huizhi stared at Zhao Rong's eyes and continued:

"I heard that, in order to overthrow the people of the Zhongnan Kingdom, Junior Brother Lin rushed to view this mountain. First, he pretended to marry the daughter of Chongxu Guanzhu as his wife. I heard that this girl was also his childhood sweetheart, but in the end... Ziyu should know... Junior brother Lin violated the engagement, on the day of the wedding, he ruined the girl's innocence for the rest of her life, and she became an abandoned wife before she got married..."

"Although I admire the demeanor of Junior Brother Lin as a national scholar, his behavior is indeed detrimental to his personal morality. I heard that he was also despised by the people of Zhongnan Kingdom."

"However, from the perspective of the country's righteousness, he lost his personal morality, but in the end the facts proved that he was right. There is only one way to go, which is beneficial to the country and the people, and his ambition can be displayed..."

Today, for some reason, no matter outside or in front of his wife and children at home, the young Confucian scholars with tight hair on the temples, now have black hair draped over their shoulders.

"Tzuyu."

At this time, beside the table, Zhang Huizhi leaned forward again, looking directly at Zhao Rong's with sharp eyes, and said in a low voice.

"I don't understand how to choose it."

Zhao Rong was silent.

Zhang Huizhi's sonorous and forceful words paused for a moment, and then said:
"These, none of the teachers and gentlemen of Siqi Academy taught me how to do it, and the masters in the sage books also avoided talking about it. I know how to sacrifice my life for righteousness, but I don't know how to choose between the righteousness of the country and my own righteousness. If this The me at that time was Lin Wenruo, facing this choice, should I choose Xu Guo or...Xu Qing?"

"I... want to hear Ziyu's answer."

Zhao Rong had already put down the jug, and looked at him the whole time without squinting.

After listening quietly, he nodded, then raised his head and took another sip of the spicy wine.

"actually."

Zhao Rong glanced at Zhang Huizhi's solemn face, raised the flagon to him, and said calmly:
"Brother Hui already has the answer in his heart, doesn't he?"

"I……"

"Brother Hui, don't explain, just listen to me."

Zhao Rong interrupted calmly.

"Actually, this is a matter of private morality and public morality."

"If both private and public morality can be balanced, then of course it would be the best, but this kind of existence is almost a sage in the book."

"As for us mortals, if private morality conflicts with public morality, then... see your own heart clearly, and choose the most correct one. As long as you don't regret your choice and can bear all the consequences, That's right, no matter what those bastards say!"

Zhang Huizhi was stunned: "Cultivate one's morality, govern the country...private morality, public morality..."

Zhao Rong looked at him and nodded, "Wen Ruo made his own choice at the beginning. I never mentioned it to him, because this is his way, and he can bear the consequences of this choice. Let him do it again. I will still choose this way, I am an outsider, and I have no right to interfere."

"Brother Hui is the same, although I don't know what Brother Hui is struggling with, but you actually have a choice, although halfway, um, like now, hesitant, please ask my opinion, but what you have done so far The reason, in fact, has been silently moving closer in that direction, isn't it? Then why ask others. "

Zhang Huizhi, who was dressed in black and had black hair, lowered his head and murmured, "Do I already have the answer in my heart... What is it..."

Zhao Rong was a bystander, and felt that before he left, he could point out this friendly friend so that he would be less hesitant.

"Brother Hui has always admired Wen Ruo's deeds. After inquiring about his deeds, he hesitated after knowing that his personal morality was at fault, instead of rejecting him decisively... This is actually Brother Hui's answer."

Zhang Huizhi was completely silent.

Zhao Rong stretched out his hand and pushed the jug that Zhang Huizhi had put down forward. The latter fumbled for the jug, picked it up, and took a sip.

"Public morality... I... I know."

Zhang Huizhi let out a mouthful of alcohol.

As if relieved, the hand holding the jade wall under the table completely loosened.

"Ziyu, I know, but I'm still curious about one thing."

"what's up?"

"If it were you, how would you choose."

Zhao Rong smiled, drank leisurely and said, "I only promise Qing, because... I don't have a country to promise."

After Zhang Huizhi was slightly stunned, he laughed and shook his head.

"Is Ziyu only self-cultivating, and only responsible for beauties... No wonder he refused the invitation of His Majesty and Your Majesty without looking back... However, Ziyu really understands and lives happily."

He glanced at the direction of the back kitchen with emotion, there was a handsome and cute little girl, who was trying food for his sweetheart.

She was brought by Ziyu, so she should be his beauty.

Zhao Rong nodded, then shook his head again, "Actually, it's just cleverness...at least until now, I don't have to worry about choosing, but if I do meet, I must choose..."

The young Confucian scholar shook his head and didn't say any more.

Zhang Huizhi nodded and said seriously, "I understand, thank you Ziyu."

Zhao Rong smiled and waved his hands, ready to answer, but the young Confucian scholar in front of him suddenly turned his head and shouted to the Western Kitchen:

"Yunniang, suddenly I have a craving for sauced beef, and I just asked Ziyu to try it too. Brother Qi at the end of the village seems to have some. I went to his house for a drink last time. I picked up some vegetables and left a lot there. You Get it for me."

In the back kitchen, Yunniang, Xiaoqian'er and a group of old servants all turned their heads and looked together.

Yun Niang, who was dressed in plain clothes, nodded, wiped her hands washing vegetables on her apron, and was about to leave.

Zhang Huizhi smiled again: "Wait a minute. Ms. Qian'er, why don't you go with Zhuo Jing and get some food you like?"

Yun Niang also invited with a smile.

Zhao Qian'er turned her head and glanced at Zhao Rong, who nodded at her.

But the little girl still shook her head, refused, and continued wandering around the kitchen without explaining anything.

She never leaves Brother Rong'er, and doesn't let him out of sight.

Zhao Rong had no choice but to shrug his shoulders at Zhang Huizhi.

The latter was also not angry, and told the simple woman, "Then take all the dishes back."

Yun Niang nodded and went out.

Zhang Huizhi turned his head, put down the jug, and didn't look at the back kitchen again.

Zhao Rong glanced at the sky, and it was already time.

He moved his stiff buttocks and changed his posture.

Zhang Huizhi seemed to have seen Zhao Rong's intention to find an opportunity to say goodbye, and said softly:

"Ziyu, if you're not in a hurry, there are still a few dishes that you can try before you go. Besides, Brother Wei actually has one last question today, and a story to tell."

Zhao Rong coughed in embarrassment, and said solemnly: "What's the problem? Well, don't worry, I would like to hear the story of Brother Hui."

Zhang Huizhi turned his head to look at the sky, with some longing in his eyes:
"Ziyu is very knowledgeable, can you tell me about the public morality of our generation of Confucian scholars in your heart?"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows.

Oh, that is to ask the ultimate wish of our Confucianists?
If you ask that, then I'm not being polite, ahem.

This is an assist question.

He nodded quietly.

In the next second, I saw the autumn wind sweeping the bamboo leaves in the yard, sitting on the couch.

A young Confucian scholar bowed his head and straightened his sleeves, sat upright, raised his hands and said solemnly:
"Build a heart for the world, establish a life for the people, inherit the knowledge of the past, and create peace for all generations..."

These deafening words echoed in the courtyard, causing everyone in the back kitchen to stare sideways.

Zhang Huizhi, who had already had a lot of expectations in advance, was also stunned after hearing the "four sentences of Hengqu" at this moment.

Shocked.

He stared blankly at Zhao Rong, and couldn't help repeating the words softly.

"To establish a heart for the world, to establish a life for the living and the people, to inherit the knowledge of the sages, and to bring peace to all generations? What a Confucianist with public morality, Liren Zhang Huizhi...willing to go there!"

Zhang Huizhi jumped up, raised his head and laughed three times.

Immediately, he turned his head and said in the direction of the north room:

"Fu'er, copy Mr. Zhao's enlightening words three thousand times."

"Yes, father."

In the north room, the dull young man who was burying his head in practicing his calligraphy and was indifferent to the movement outside answered his pen.

The young man stood up, turned towards Zhao Rong, and bowed respectfully, then continued to bend over his desk and began to copy "Mr. Zhao's Quotations".

Three thousand times.

Zhao Rong put down the jug and scratched his head.

"Ahem, Brother Hui, there is no need to be so exaggerated, as long as the child can remember it, there is no need to write so much."

Zhao Rong was a little embarrassed for a moment.

Good guy, he just wanted to pretend to be aggressive quietly, but he didn't expect to add a heavy burden of homework to other children.

This is truly a disturbing conscience.

Zhao Rong was a little afraid to look at the North House.

Hey, who is not a kid here?Being suddenly added homework or something, I simply hate it.

Zhang Huizhi shook his head, "You have to learn more from a gentleman like Ziyu. It is the luck of Quanzi's life to hear Ziyu's teachings, and he will know when he grows up."

Speaking of this, he paused, and said loudly without turning his head:

"Add another three thousand times."

"Yes, father."

The dull young man in the north room nodded seriously without looking sideways.

Zhao Rong: "..."

Zhang Huizhi raised the jug and took a sip, "Ziyu's golden words should come to light."

The two cheered happily.

Zhang Huizhi wiped his mouth with his hand, then waved his sleeves, sweeping away the withered yellow bamboo leaves on the table.

thump~
The young Confucian scholar gently placed the jug on the table.

"Ziyu, remember what I told you about not being hired by Lin Lu Academy?"

Zhao Rong nodded with a smile, and said casually: "I remember, Brother Hui went all the way south, experienced and grew up, and finally entered Siqi Academy smoothly, didn't he? It was a blessing in disguise."

Zhang Huizhi nodded, shook his head again, raised his glass to him and said softly:
"Ziyu was only half right. In fact, the failed scholar named Zhang had many stories happened on his way to the south."

"Oh?"

"However, time is limited right now, so I can only briefly talk about the most important one."

Zhang Huizhi looked at Zhao Rong, "Ziyu, I was down and down on the road, until... I met a noble man who encouraged and supported me... I was able to finally enter Siqi Academy to realize my dream as I wished."

Zhao Rong was curious, "Which noble person is this?"

Zhang Huizhi suddenly stopped talking, just looked at him...

Just when the atmosphere in the yard quieted down.

In the back kitchen, a dish to go with wine was prepared first, and it was out of the pot.

It was the dish made by the disfigured old servant who smoked dry tobacco.

The old man skillfully put the long noodle-like dish on the plate, and coughed in the middle. He covered his mouth and coughed a few times. Take a few bites.

A flush of sickness and comfort poured out of the face melted by the fire.

The disfigured old servant picked up a plate of hometown food and walked towards the yard, but he just walked halfway.

"Wait, let me come let me come."

The bored little Qian'er who was wandering around the back kitchen came running quickly.

Zhao Rong and Zhang Huizhi, whose atmosphere was cooling down, were attracted by the movement at this moment, and turned their heads to look at it.

Zhao Qian'er stopped in front of the old servant, and took the dish from him without saying a word.

"I'll serve it, you go back to get other dishes... By the way, what's the name of your hometown dish... Latiao, right? Well, what a strange name."

Zhao Qian'er flicked her head, muttering in her mouth, while holding a plate, she walked towards Zhao Rong, whose smile gradually faded.

Behind her, the disfigured old servant stood there, smiling and nodding in the direction of the handsome girl and the young scholar.

He turned around and walked towards the kitchen in the opposite direction, but just after walking a few steps, the disfigured old servant with a smile on his face naturally took out the copper pipe pipe.

This time, there was no need to cough.

The old Confucian scholar lowered his head, and quietly untied the bulging pipe hanging from the old smoker.

He spread out a skinny hand.

The cigarette pouch fell, and a small blood-red bead engraved with four sky marks rolled out of it.

The old man who narrowly escaped death but was disfigured by the flames raised his head and swallowed a fourth-grade golden elixir.

The air suddenly became dead still.

The old man with his back turned to everyone in the courtyard, in the eyes behind him, he looked like a gluttonous old man who was stealing a jelly bean.

However, the moment this "jelly bean" just rolled out of the cigarette pouch, it quickly emitted a terrifying threat, covering the small courtyard.

At the same time, at this moment, Zhao Qian'er, who was walking halfway with the plate, suddenly turned her head to stop...

however.

The old Confucian scholar has swallowed the golden elixir calmly.

Zhao Qian'er's head only turned halfway, and her whole body was already frozen in place.

Not moving.

Also immobilized like her was a small crystal sword that had reached a foot behind the head of the old Confucian scholar Tundan.

It's a pity that it's still a foot away.

A woman and a sword who were forbidden to live in the yard where the autumn wind swept the fallen leaves formed a strange scene.

And the old Confucian scholar raised his head slightly, closed his eyes, the back of his head was getting closer to the "swing", and the trembling sword tip almost touched his scalp with thinning white hair.

But after all, it is impossible to move forward even a centimeter!
Zhao Qian'er, who was frozen in place and could not turn back, trembled with her slender body and the sword of the swing.

Can't break free.

The old Confucian scholar who had returned to the Jindan realm closed his eyes, took a deep breath of fresh air, and had a morbid blush on his ugly and distorted face.

It seems to be tasting the most delicious food in the world... no, it is the second most delicious food.

The first delicious thing, of course, is the despair that is about to be revealed by the silent Confucian scholar not far away.

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