That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 733

When the old Confucian scholar walked into the "Zhengyang Gate", there were already several people standing in front of the gate of the Wei Palace. Among them, a woman in Taoist costume stood out from a group of men of various colors. She had thin willow eyebrows and nodded. With a small red mouth and a graceful and slender figure, she doesn't look like a Taoist nun in Taoist robes, but like a Jiangnan lady who came out of a painting.

The woman's eyes were indifferent, and she pursed her lips lightly. A middle-aged man standing side by side with her was originally closing his eyes to feel the movement outside the city. He opened his eyes after a while and said with emotion: "Such earth-shattering power, even if it is not Earth Immortal Eighteenth Floor, , and they are not far away, but it's a pity that my uncle is not here."

The woman asked: "What exactly is Sun Shiwu going to do? Could it be that he really intends to break through the palace of the Wei Palace by himself and take away the head of the King of Wei before he will give up?"

The elegant middle-aged man shook his head and said, "The king of Wei didn't say anything clearly, so we don't know what this Confucian gentleman is asking for."

Looking far into the distance, the woman could vaguely see the broken city gate at the end of the street and the Confucian shirt, and she sighed softly from the bottom of her heart.

Among the three religions, Taoism has the least shortage of ascending immortals, Buddhism has the least lack of benevolent people, and Confucianism has the least lack of worldly people. In all fairness, for the common people in the world, what is the benefit of having more ascending immortals?How many people can those monks who beg for alms help?Only those who are Confucianists, who manage the world and benefit the people, can achieve eternal peace.

Someone once ridiculed Confucianists as fools, but it was these "fools" who helped one emperor after another build a peaceful and prosperous world one after another.

Today, another fool came to the "Eastern Capital" of Wei State.

Then what he is looking for is not difficult to guess, it should be the word "peace".

Just is it really worth it?
The woman frowned, unable to give her answer from the bottom of her heart.

The middle-aged man didn't pay attention to the change in the expression of the woman beside him. He looked at the crimson that painted half of the sky, and said with emotion: "I heard the master mention it in the early years, and there is a saying that "the world is the same force". I didn't understand it at the time." Therefore, from today's perspective, Sun Shiwu has already obtained three points of his essence, and at this time, the heaven and the earth are united, and only then can there be such a magnificent awe-inspiring righteousness."

The leader who had never spoken all this time suddenly said: "The three thousand words of Taoist ancestors have already made it clear that the world is not benevolent, and all things are treated as dogs. But the Confucianists just don't believe it. But if everyone can achieve peace, it must violate the principle of the cycle of life and death in the way of heaven. Why does the world divide and reunite? Why is there never peace forever? Why do millions of people die in order to achieve peace in troubled times? They Confucianism Is the principle of heaven and earth really the principle of heaven and earth? I don’t think so.”

The woman hummed lightly.

After the middle-aged man heard these words, he sighed and had mixed feelings.

This is the fundamental difference between Taoism and Confucianism.

One acts in accordance with the way of heaven, and the other firmly believes that man will conquer heaven.

The last person is a young man, with three parts evil spirit, three parts innocent attitude, three parts laziness, and one part murderous attitude. His aura is strange and complicated. He put his hands behind his head and said slowly: "Living in the world for 200 years, it is enough to be at ease. Why do you think so much? It's too tiring to live, it's not worth it."

The woman said softly: "We can pretend that we have nothing to do with ourselves, because we can't do it, but since some people have done it, then we shouldn't point fingers at them."

The bearded man at the head hummed.

All four were speechless.

After a while, the elegant middle-aged man raised his hand to set up an arbor, looked at the old Confucian scholar who was getting closer, and asked, "When shall we make a move?"

The tall and bearded man said calmly: "When he came to the gate of the Wei Palace, although the Confucianism today is torn apart, it is still one of the three religions. The chief among them cannot be guessed by common sense. At that time, Emperor Shenzong of Dazheng ordered Tianji Pavilion to kill Zhang Jiangling. After Jiangling, the owner of the Tianji Pavilion also died of serious injuries, I don't want any of us to be left in Wei."

The refined man withdrew his gaze and nodded.

The bearded man squinted his eyes. The journey from the city gate to the Wei Palace could not be smooth sailing. It seemed that there was no one there, but in fact there were many cavalry ambushing on both sides, and they would use their lives to exhaust the strength of the old Confucian scholar.

Just let them have a little more chance of winning.

……

Entering "Zhengyang Gate" means entering Wei's "Eastern Capital" city.

Walking all the way from "Zhengyang Gate", you can go directly to Wei Palace where Wei Wang Xiaojin is located.

But at this time, there was no pedestrian on this wide street, and there were no guards blocking the way. It was empty and extremely quiet.

Sun Shiwu appeared on this street, walking unhurriedly, still holding the letter in his hand.

He looked left and right at the various buildings on both sides of the road that were slightly different from the style of the Central Plains, at the flowers and trees on both sides, and at the wind chimes hanging from the corners of the eaves. An old country Confucian who went to the city for the first time.

In fact, this analogy is also true, he is the first time to enter the city, and he is also an old Confucian.

The old man has lived for many years, read a lot of books, and done a lot of things, but in fact, he has not traveled too much. He spent the first half of his life in the imperial capital as an official, and the second half of his life in the capital of God, giving lectures, and even a beautiful woman. Jiangnan has not been able to finish, let alone Wei State across the sea.

So he was curious too.

It turned out that the largest city in the Wei State looked like this. After corroborating it with the description in the book, I felt that I benefited a lot.

At this moment, a somewhat taken-for-granted thought popped up in the old man's mind for no reason.

If the king of Wei hadn't had that rebellious idea and was willing to be a generation of virtuous kings without complaint or regret, then he would not have been enfeoffed in the state of Wei at all, but would have stayed in the temple of the imperial capital. There wouldn't be so many resistances, and there wouldn't be so many loopholes and inadequacies. What kind of peaceful and prosperous world should it be?How good would that be?
such a pity……

Sun Shiwu sighed softly, and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The ground under his feet began to tremble slightly, and a small stone beside his feet trembled slightly at first, and then jumped up.

The old man tilted his head slightly and listened attentively. After a while, a clear expression appeared on his face.

At his level, although he can't grasp the secrets like the master Qingchen, he has the miraculous ability to perceive the autumn wind before it moves.

He was just a little uncertain about the sound he heard in his ears, and he could only be sure after listening for a long time.

It was indeed the sound of hooves.

I haven't heard the sound of horseshoes for so many years, and I almost can't remember what the sound of horseshoes is.

The old man would rather never hear the sound of horseshoes in the Central Plains in his life.

The next moment, a group of armored heavy cavalry appeared in the old man's line of sight. They were so densely packed that there was no end in sight, and they charged towards the old Confucian scholar with guns.

The heavy horseshoes trampled on the ground paved with bluestone slabs, like rolling thunder.

Its momentum is like a rolling torrent.

Sun Shiwu raised the bamboo slip in his hand, and the crimson aura of grandeur formed an iron wall in front of him.

Countless heavy riders slammed into that wall fearlessly, there were countless cracking sounds, and then they all died.

The crimson light is like the sun rising from the East China Sea.

A round of red sun rises slowly.

(End of this chapter)