Starting from Xiaoao Jianghu to push martial arts horizontally

Chapter 1293
Xie Xuan didn't say anything, which was a kind of tacit consent.

Some things are difficult to hide, and with the ingenuity of Yin Luoxia and others, they can guess it in a short time.

"Shen Jingzhou is doing well, and I, Sikong Changfeng, have one more person whom I admire!"

Sikong Changfeng was overjoyed, he didn't expect the sissy Shen Jingzhou to do such a big thing, he was convinced by Sikong Changfeng.

Emperor Mingde was very bad in love and marriage. In name, Ye Dingzhi had already put on a green hat, but who would have thought that someone would put on a green hat now.

Don't call him Emperor Mingde, but call him Green Hat Emperor instead.

"Deserved!"

With a chuckle that relieved her hatred, Yin Luoxia turned around and went out, walking around the bird's nest with her best friend.

Although the shape of the bird's nest is very strange, it has to be said that the scale is very grand. More than [-]% of the cities in the world are not so big.

"Ugh!"

After Yin Luoxia left, Xie Xuan suddenly lamented.

"What's wrong with you?"

After taking a sip of tea, Sikong Changfeng was puzzled.

What happened to this friend?
"The imperial concubine of this country is having an affair and is pregnant, the first reaction of the people in the country is not to be angry, but to applaud.

The best princes of the two generations both dislike the throne, this is a sign of the country's impending doom! "

Xie Xuan is also very pessimistic about Tianqi City and Beili Kingdom. There are too many internal problems, and there is a big hole in the succession of the throne alone.

Why did King Langya die back then?

The main reason was that he was too good, even better than Emperor Mingde sitting in that seat, and his reputation among the people even surpassed Emperor Mingde, so King Langya died.

The emperor is the pinnacle of a country, which determines the height of a country. If the emperor himself is not good enough, he will limit the performance of others. Once he surpasses the emperor's ability, he will naturally lead to death.

Even the ones that are close can't do it. It was the case with General Ye Yu back then, and it was also the case with Lei Mengsha and King Langya of the Eight Pillars Kingdom.

In fact, Lei Mengsha's death was a foreshadowing for some people to get rid of King Langya, because they were so good that some people were very disturbed, so they had to get rid of them.

This in itself is a kind of great sorrow, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a national mourning!

Think back then, Qu Yuan also had the same mentality!

"If you get the right way, you can get more help than if you don't know the right way!"

With a sneer, Sikong Changfeng also felt extremely relieved!
Even though his best friend King Langya committed suicide when he was unjustly committed, he didn't go to Tianqi City, but it didn't mean he was indifferent. He naturally hated his best friend's death in his heart.

Afterwards, he investigated, and although someone was secretly contributing to the incident, Emperor Mingde was the one who made the main decision, and it was Emperor Mingde who wanted King Langya to die.

What's ridiculous is that Emperor Mingde was the one who pushed the throne of God desperately, and finally Xiao Ruofeng gave up the throne, but who would have thought that he would be killed and persecuted instead.

Look at those people who helped Emperor Mingde ascend the throne back then, the nine princes of the world-renowned school died and retired.

The head of the four guardians of the apocalypse died, Lei Meng, one of the Eight Pillar Kingdoms, was killed, and even the most important Langya King Xiao Ruofeng died.

If he had known this would happen earlier, how could he have helped that wolf-hearted thing back then?
"You said that person regretted it? Did you feel guilty?"

Xie Xuan asked, he is also very confused now.

As a Confucian, what he believed in was loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, but he really couldn't be loyal to that kind of emperor.

Even the Shanqian Academy has established a rule that the disciples who enter the court can no longer be called the disciples of the academy.

"I will definitely regret it, and I will definitely feel guilty, but it will not affect his decision. The emperors of all dynasties have been like this!"

Sikong Changfeng answered in the affirmative, he had contact with Xiao Ruojin back then, and that person was a bit of a gentleman, but it was a pity that he became an emperor in the end.

"I also don't like that city very much, and I also don't like the current Jianghu very much. There are too many dirty things hidden in the dark."

After the silence, Xie Xuan smiled and approved of Sikong Changfeng's philosophy.

Indeed, Tianqi City is too dirty, which is not what he and Confucianism envisioned.

I had no ability to change before, but now that I have the opportunity, I can't miss it.

Of course, the premise is to open up the Confucian world, only in that way can they have confidence in Confucianism.

"Recently, Xueyue City has come to some stubborn old guys, do you have time to persuade them?"

Turning his thoughts, Sikong Changfeng thought of a headache.

"Those are all elders, I can't persuade them!"

Xie Xuan resolutely refused, those people were considered his elders, and it would be fine not to kneel down and salute when it was over, so how could he have the confidence to persuade him.

"That person should be able to persuade, it depends on how to persuade in the end!"

Thinking of the reincarnated sage, Xie Xuan was not too worried.

With the Confucianism practice of the reincarnated sage, it would not be a problem to convince those old seniors, but he was worried that that person might not have that patience.

"I figured he would use his fists to persuade him!"

Thinking back to the illustration of Confucius in a book, Sikong Changfeng couldn't help but twitch his face, always feeling that the Confucian painting style in Huaguo was not quite right.

"Maybe!"

Xie Xuan had a strange look on his face. Although he hadn't been in contact with that person for a long time, he could see that he had little patience for small things.

With the stubborn temperament of those seniors, they are very likely to be suppressed by iron fists in the end.

"I want to ask you something. Is your Confucian Confucius a burly man? The kind who can drive a chariot across the battlefield."

After hesitating for a while, Sikong Changfeng asked in a low voice.

When he first saw the illustration of Confucius, he asked the cheap uncle, but he only got a look of disdain.

That is to despise yourself for being uneducated.

He was too embarrassed to ask Xiao Se, Ye Ruoyi and the others. After all, they were juniors, and they didn't have time to look up relevant classics. This time, Xie Xuan should ask in person.

"You even know this?"

Xie Xuan was surprised, this friend is very knowledgeable, even knows such unpopular knowledge points?

"It really is?"

With his eyes wide open, Sikong Changfeng really couldn't believe that Confucius, the ancestor of literati, had such a style of painting. Could it be that today's literati are all fake and inferior products?
"Confucianism prevailed in the pre-Qin period, and the six arts of a gentleman were a must-learn subject. According to records, Confucius himself said that he was the best at imperial archery.

Moreover, the father and ancestors of Kong Shengren are all powerful generals in the world, and it is easy to hold the gate of the city with their hands..."

After organizing his speech, Xie Xuan said what he knew in plain language, but Sikong Changfeng's face gradually distorted, feeling that his three views were collapsing.

The literati he has met are all gentle and elegant, with a light body, and Xie Xuan is a model of them, but who would have thought that the real Confucian style of painting is not like this, but like that.

After thinking about it, a picture immediately popped up in his mind, Confucius, who was one foot tall and full of muscles, was sitting on the main seat giving lectures, and below was a group of similarly big-armed, round-chested, bare-chested, with big pectoral muscles that would make all women ashamed The burly man is listening carefully.

Then the scene changed, Confucius was driving a chariot, and led three thousand burly men across the Warring States, invincible, forcing the kings and princes to accept Confucianism.

I can't bear to look at that picture!
"In other words, who is the most authentic Confucian successor?"

It took a while to calm down the boiling mood, Sikong Changfeng looked strange, he felt that the friend in front of him was a fake literati, and the title of Confucian sword fairy was not worthy of the name.

"Eh! Let's put it that way!"

Dazed, Xie Xuan didn't know how to refute.

But that is the result of the evolution of the times. The Warring States period was relatively chaotic, and Confucianism was not easy to mix with. If you want to go out and wander, you must have a certain combat effectiveness.

However, after Confucianism developed, it even occupied a dominant position in the court, and the demand for combat power gradually decreased, so the way of imperial archery gradually degenerated, and eventually evolved into those literati who are now powerless.

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(Contemporary literati: I am thinking that our ancestor Kong Er Er has a K-level cup, so I have it, and I am also thinking that my ancestor has eight angular abdominal muscles, so I have it, I am also thinking... ...)
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