Liaozhai: A scholar should draw a sword

Chapter 10 Useless is a scholar?

When the research was almost over, Zhou Yu walked to the courtyard with great interest, and practiced the Nine Forms of Haoqi while waving the Qinglian Sword.

Since it is a Confucian sword style, it naturally has strong Confucian characteristics.

When dancing the sword, it is like practicing calligraphy. It can be described as flowing clouds and flowing water.

Practicing with Qinglian sword is much smoother than using wooden sword.

After all, the Qinglian Sword is a special item of the system, and it has a natural fit with Zhou Yu.

The important thing is that it can be hung by your side or hidden in the system space with your thoughts.

When the practice was almost done, Zhou Yu went back to the room and crossed his legs to adjust his breath.

When he entered the samadhi, he suddenly entered a mysterious state...

He can sense the air currents around him.

These invisible air currents presented to his senses a turbidity, even mixed with strands of black mist.

Immediately, Zhou Yu felt a tightness in his chest, opened his eyes suddenly, and let out a long breath of foul air.

He finally realized the deep meaning of "the world is filthy and demons are rampant".

Just like in a dark and humid environment, it is easy to breed various poisonous insects and molds.

In the current world, the gods and Buddhas are not visible, and the world is filthy, which leads to the endless emergence of ghosts and monsters in the world, wanton and arrogant.

The first sage said: If you are poor, you will be good for yourself; if you are rich, you will benefit the world.

Not to mention that Zhou Yu was entrusted by the system with the important task of "self-cultivation, family harmony, state governance, and world peace".

Of course, this has to be done step by step.

Cultivate yourself first, then regulate your family, and then talk about governing the country and peace of the world when you have enough strength and prestige.

Stimulate the turbidity and raise the clean, and return the world to a brighter world!
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In a blink of an eye, three days passed.

The teaching of the private school is slowly on the right track.

There is a blackboard, there are chalks, and the lessons are arranged.

Four illiterate students learn the Three Character Classic first, and five students including Ning Caichen take turns teaching them.

Zhou Yu is mainly responsible for guiding a few students who have basic knowledge. The courses are mainly Four Books and Five Classics and Nine Chapters of Arithmetic.

Of course, physical fitness is also a daily compulsory course.

Moreover, Zhou Yu also ordered his servants to find a few bows and arrows and targets, and occasionally let the students practice.

Not to mention proficiency, at least the basic skills must be mastered.

After class in the afternoon, Zhou Yu suddenly found ink stains splashed on his sleeves at some point, so he returned to the South Campus to change his clothes.

As soon as he turned around the corridor, Zhou Yu found a thin old man about fifty years old hurried out of the courtyard and walked towards the gate.

Strange, who is this guy?
Is it a thief?

Zhou Yu was about to catch up, but saw a woman coming out of the yard.

This is a servant in the mansion, known as Aunt Feng, who is mainly responsible for kitchen purchases and chores.

"Aunt Feng~"

Zhou Yu called out, frowned and walked over.

"Old... lord..."

Aunt Feng was obviously a little panicked, she hooked her head and stammered out a call.

Zhou Yu asked with a sullen face, "What are you doing in the master's yard?"

According to the rules of the mansion, except for Steward Wu and the three personal maids, Azhu, Chunlan, and Qiuxiang, Zhou Yu's south courtyard is free to come and go, and the rest of the servants are not allowed to enter without special circumstances.

"Ah? Slave...I want to ask the master...what do you want to eat recently..."

"Ridiculous! You have been in the Zhou Mansion for several years, and you know how to ask Qiuxiang and the others on weekdays. Why do you suddenly want to ask the master?"

"This…………"

Aunt Feng was in a cold sweat, desperately trying to figure out what to say.

Before she could think it over, Zhou Yu suddenly shouted, "Who was that man who went out just now?"

"Ah? Master...see...you see..."

"Hehe, you are so courageous, you dare to bring outsiders into the mansion privately, and dare to bring them to the South Courtyard.

Today, if you can't say a single ugly Yinmao, don't blame the master for not thinking of the relationship between master and servant, and drag you to see the official. "

When she heard that she was going to see the official, Aunt Feng knelt down with a "plop" in fright, and cried bitterly: "Master, I know my mistake, I beg you to show me your hand..."

"Tell me, what did you bring people into the old man's yard for?"

"My lord, I know I was wrong. In fact, I don't know that person..."

Zhou Yu laughed angrily: "Hahaha, it's a good one who doesn't know me. If I don't know you, you dare to take it to the master's yard?"

"Master, it's all because the slaves are greedy for money..."

After Aunt Feng's weeping explanation, Zhou Yu knew the whole story.

It turned out that when Aunt Feng went out to buy vegetables in the morning, she met the old man who had left the hospital outside the door, who claimed to be Jia.

The old man came forward to strike up a conversation, saying that there was a son in the family who was a scholar, but he was always not enlightened.

According to a fortune teller, it is said that the personal clothing of the nobleman is needed to change the luck, so as to gain a sense of style.

The man pleaded bitterly, saying that Mr. Zhou is a man of great talent, and he is a well-known master of juren...

In the end, Aunt Feng couldn't stand the temptation of two taels of silver and agreed to help.

But the other party said that he had to go into the house to get it himself, and he couldn't use other people's hands.

For the sake of money, Aunt Feng finally had the courage to take the old man into Zhou Yu's room while Zhou Yu was away and took away an underwear.

"My lord, this servant was also confused for a while, please forgive me once."

"Forgiveness? You dared to break into the house and steal the master's things for two taels of silver today.

In the future, it is still uncertain what to do for 20 taels of silver. "

"master……"

"Needless to say, it's a favor for the master not to take you to see the official. Go to the cashier to pay the bill immediately, pack up your things and leave."

Seeing that there was no room for redemption, Aunt Feng had no choice but to get up and walk away weeping.

If I knew this earlier, why bother?

After Aunt Feng left, Zhou Yu thought about it, and always felt that something was wrong.

Aunt Feng may not have lied, but what the old man said was very suspicious.

The purpose was probably to enter his room.

So, Zhou Yu hurried into the room and checked carefully, and it seemed that nothing was missing.

The most valuable thing in his room is of course the antique calligraphy and paintings, but after counting, there is no shortage of them.

This shows that the purpose of the other party is not to steal.

Is it really to ask for an underwear?
No!It won't be that simple.

Zhou Yu stroked his beard and paced in the room, thinking carefully.

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't figure it out, so I simply took out the divination money from the drawer and started divination...

In the history of Mo Ziming's previous life, someone once wrote such a poem: "Nine out of ten people are worthless, and they are worthless scholars."

So that in later generations, many people think so.

Everyone thinks that the old scholars can't do anything except play tricks and write a few sour articles.

In fact, this is a complete fallacy.

Including the scholar who wrote "One hundred and one use is a scholar", he is not really a Confucian scholar at all, at best he is just a scholar who reads books by rote.

Of course, this is also created by the overall environment of historical development.

A truly qualified disciple of Confucianism should thoroughly study classics and history, understand astronomy and geography, and understand Yin and Yang and gossip.

Medical skills, divination, riding and archery, poetry, spells... not to mention knowing everything, at least being able to cover everything.

It's a pity that later, all the scholars only knew how to write stereotyped essays, and they only studied to change their fate by participating in the imperial examination.

As a result, Confucianism collapsed.

That's why there are self-deprecating verses like "nine out of ten people are worthless, but nothing is a scholar".

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(End of this chapter)