My Confucian Father

Chapter 7 Worthy of being the son of a Confucian saint

The bamboo forest in the back mountain is deep and quiet, but even though it is a bamboo forest, it does not look chaotic and disorderly, revealing a path.

Walking along the road to the end, you can see a bamboo building surrounded by bluestone paving, the fallen leaves have been swept clean, and some common flowers and plants are also planted.

This is the place where the dean lives and cultivates on weekdays, which surprised Su Mu.

With the dean's physique like a devil's muscular man, there should be all kinds of exercise equipment used by martial arts fighters in the place where the other party lives.

For example, iron blocks of tens of thousands of catties, giant axes, maces as tall as him, and the like.

The furnishings in the bamboo building are quite simple, except for some calligraphy and paintings, there are a lot of books, and a few tables and chairs.

After everyone entered the bamboo building, they sat down casually. The dean poured a cup of tea for Su Mu and said, "The last time I saw my junior was at your full moon wine 15 years ago."

"At the full moon wine, His Majesty and other saints from all over the world gathered together. It was really grand and extraordinary."

"In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed, and the little baby who was not big enough to slap the old man has grown up now."

"I think back then your arm was only as thick as the old man's finger, and you even pissed on the old man's hand."

The dean said rather sighingly, rubbing his fingers.

Thank you for not crushing me to death when you were old.

Su Mu secretly thanked the dean for not killing him. According to the dean's slap, which was bigger than his head, if he accidentally applied force, he would probably die with a slap.

The medical sage couldn't be saved even if he was there, right?

After chatting about the past, the dean remembered the real purpose of welcoming Su Mu today, and asked, "Junior Brother Su, you have been studying knowledge in the mansion for so many years. I don't know what kind of Confucianism and Taoism you are now?"

As soon as this question came up, the other three great Confucian scholars of the academy cheered up, and all of them locked their eyes on Su Mu.

This is what they are most curious about!
Su Mu is the son of a Confucian sage, but he hasn't been out of the house for so many years, and his realm is a mystery to outsiders.

Confucian saints achieved the fourth rank at the age of 16, and are only one step away from the upper third rank. Will Su Mu be the best?

Hearing this question, Su Mu froze all over.

In the eyes of outsiders, he has been researching knowledge in the mansion for so many years, but in fact his heavenly soul has not returned to his place in the past 16 years!

Feeling the fiery eyes of the dean and several great scholars, Su Mu's thoughts suddenly changed, and an idea quickly burst into his mind.

With a calm face, he said indifferently: "Senior brother, I have been reading hundreds of classics these years, and have not embarked on the road of Confucianism and Taoism."

"what?"

The dean and several great Confucian scholars from the academy were all taken aback when they heard the words. Su Mu didn't actually embark on the road of Confucianism and Taoism?
He is the son of a sage of Confucianism. If he doesn't follow Confucianism and Taoism, can he not follow the path of war?
"Forgive me for the offense."

The old man with the goatee apologized, grabbed Su Mu's hand directly, and immediately changed his expression.

Seeing this, the great Confucianist holding a scroll asked, "How is it?"

The old man with the goatee let go of Su Mu, and then said with a serious expression, "There is no trace of righteousness in his body, he is just an ordinary scholar, not a Confucianist."

All the Confucianists present were at a loss at this moment. They thought that Su Mu had at least reached the sixth-rank realm, and his body was full of righteousness, who knew it was completely beyond their expectations.

"Junior brother, why is this? Have you been wasting your time in the mansion all these years?"

The dean frowned, and his tone was a little heavy.

As the son of a Confucian sage, Su Mu set foot on Confucianism and Taoism, which can be said to be a successor to his father.But not only did he fail to follow Confucianism and Taoism, he never even cultivated a righteous spirit!
In this era, if you don't practice, you are no different from a waste. Even civilians and farmers will practice their fists, beat their bodies, and then set foot on the road of military cultivation.

Or through the free school of the imperial court, reading wisely and cultivating a whole body of righteousness.

But what has Su Mu been doing for the past 16 years?
Facing the bewildered gazes of the dean and the three Confucians, Su Mu remained calm and asked, "My father has reached the ultimate in the road of Confucianism and Taoism. If I continue in my father's footsteps, can I surpass him? If not Surpassing the father, how can the human race completely solve the troubles of the monster race?"

Su Mu's answer made the dean and several great scholars look at each other, and then heaved a long sigh.

For countless years, the monster race has always been a serious problem for the human race.

In today's world, it can be called the golden age. The human race has five saints and they can only resist the invasion of the monster race, but they cannot seriously damage it.

But even if you can't surpass the Confucian saints in Confucianism and Taoism, you can't stop practicing at all!

Isn't this self-defeating?

The son of a Confucian sage who has been waiting for so long is actually just an ordinary scholar, not even the most ordinary disciple in the academy?
If this is said, who will believe it?

Su Mu, who was observing the faces of the dean and others, had no choice but to let it out that the son of a Confucian sage had been stupid for 16 years, right?
He also had no choice but to force the reason.

It is true that there is no trace of righteousness in his body, so he can't read a few poems on the spot to show his literary talent?
"When I gradually copy all the poems and articles, won't my talents be soaring, and my arrogance will cover the sky?"

Su Mu silently planned the future route of pretending to be aggressive.

Copying poems and articles to pretend to be forceful, you can't do it randomly, you have to be particular about it.

First of all, you must not take the initiative to pretend.

Just like the current situation, it would be too embarrassing if you took the initiative to pretend to copy a few poems and articles.

The best effect can only be achieved by acting passively.

For example, the current Yashan Poetry Association.

As the son of a Confucian sage, there will definitely be countless scholars who want to read his poems.

But he himself didn't want to publicize it, but he was forced to write a famous poem through the ages.

Thinking of the Yashan Poetry Club, Su Mu didn't want to stay here for a moment. He got up and bowed slightly to the dean of Yashan Academy and several great scholars, and said, "Senior brother, gentlemen, if there is nothing else, I will take my leave first."

Several members of Yashan Academy were regretting that Su Mu did not inherit the mantle of Confucianism, and they were not in the mood to greet Su Mu.

The dean nodded, and with a wave of his hand, a delicate brush appeared on the table. This was the brush made of Rulin Taomu he mentioned earlier.

"Junior brother, this writing brush is given to you as a gift from senior brother."

"Thank you, brother, for the pen."

Su Mu picked up the brush and put it in his sleeve, bid farewell to everyone, turned and walked out of the bamboo building.

As soon as he went out, he saw Zhao Ming beating the big red-haired bird.

The big red-haired bird was held upside down by Zhao Ming's claws. Its hair was disheveled, and it looked like it had a bad mouth. It obviously didn't run away.

At this time, it saw Su Mu coming out of the bamboo building, and immediately shouted weakly: "Master Mu, save me..."

Su Mu walked over and was about to ask what was going on, when he saw a bubble of bird droppings on Zhao Ming's head, and knew that the big red-haired bird was not wronged.

"My lord, what did the dean and those great scholars in the academy tell you?" Zhao Ming greeted Su Mu and asked curiously.

Su Mu twirled the mahogany writing brush with his fingertips, and said without blushing: "Of course it means that my son is suave, a Confucian and Taoist genius who is rare in a thousand years!"

Hearing this, Zhao Ming had no doubts, and he was full of admiration in his heart: "As expected of a great Confucian in Yashan Academy, he has vision!"

you fart...

This kid has been in a daze for 16 years, maybe he doesn't know a single word, is he still a genius of Confucianism and Taoism?

The big red-haired bird wanted to refute Su Mu on the spot, but he really had no strength, so he could only continue talking.

Lord Bird, I am really bullied by dogs.

Su Changqing, oh Su Changqing, you have made me miserable!

Putting away the mahogany pen, Su Mu couldn't wait to leave the bamboo building, and led Zhao Ming to Yashan Academy.

Poetry Club, how many time travelers are looking forward to this pretentious place?

……

Inside the bamboo building.

After Su Mu left, the scene was silent.

After a long time, the dean poured himself a cup of tea and asked, "What do you all think?"

Today he led several great Confucian scholars to come here to meet Su Mu, the son of a Confucian sage, but the result was not satisfactory.

Who would have thought that the son of a Confucian sage was just an ordinary scholar without any righteousness.

The three great Confucian scholars beside the dean, the one with the goatee is called Cui Song, the fourth-rank realm, with a long sword behind him, with a sharp temperament, more like a military cultivator than a Confucian cultivator.

The remaining two are named Tang Wenyuan and Li Boyan respectively.

The former had cloudy old eyes, a strong smell of alcohol, and a big gourd hanging from his waist. He always looked like he was still drunk.

And Li Boyan is the most immortal, with white hair and a childlike face, holding a scroll in his hand, he looks like a Confucian scholar who has read poetry and books.

Tang Wenyuan shrugged his nose, pondered for a moment, and said, "I don't think things are that simple."

"If Su Mu is really lazy, then why can he stay in the mansion for 16 years? And Mrs. Xu will not allow him to be ignorant."

"What's more, looking at Su Mu's conversation and demeanor, he doesn't look like an autistic and introverted person. He was able to remain calm when he saw the dean before, which shows that his mind is extraordinary."

After he finished speaking, the three of them looked at the terrifying figure together, and couldn't help but think of how shocked they were when they saw the dean for the first time.

Su Mu is so calm and composed, which is really unique.

The dean was expressionless, feeling that he was offended, but fortunately he was used to it.

"I also feel that I just inspected his body. Although he shows no signs of cultivation, the meridians and bones in his body are very tough. He should have been beaten by the elixir for many years."

Cui Song's expression is serious. Su Mu is only 16 years old, but the tenacity of the meridians and root bones is the only one he has ever seen in his life!
If it weren't for the high-grade elixir that has been tortured for many years, it is absolutely impossible to have such a tough meridian and root bone.

Tang Wenyuan couldn't help wondering: "But he obviously hasn't practiced before, so what is the purpose of his meridians and root bones? Could it be that he practiced for 16 years?"

The speaker is unintentional, listening intentionally.

Li Boyan, who had been silent for a long time, seemed to be awakened after hearing this sentence, suddenly raised his head, and said excitedly: "I understand! That's it! That's it!"

"Hahaha! I know what's going on!"

The other three looked at him one after another, and the dean's scarred and ugly face trembled, and asked, "What do you understand?"

Li Boyan suppressed his excitement, took a deep breath and said, "Principal, I understand why Su Mu will not leave the palace for 16 years, and why he doesn't practice anymore."

"He is not lazy. As he said before, Confucianism and Taoism have been taken to the extreme by Confucian saints. But even so, it still cannot completely solve the problem of the monster race."

"The reason why Su Mu refuses to inherit the mantle of Confucian sages is that he has greater ambitions. He wants to follow the example of Confucian sages and open up another brand new path!"

???

The dean was dumbfounded.

After Cui Song listened to it, it was like enlightenment, and he suddenly realized: "So that's the case, I understand it too!"

The dean continued to look at Cui Song in bewilderment, what do you understand?

"I also understand, we have wrongly blamed Su Mu." Tang Wenyuan picked up the wine gourd and took a sip, shaking his head and showing a sigh of relief: "As expected of the son of a Confucian sage, his ambition is far beyond that of ordinary people like us."

These guys...

The dean held back the annoyance in his heart, and said: "So you understand, what do you understand?"

Li Boyan suppressed his excitement, and said seriously: "President, do you still remember the situation of our Confucianism before the appearance of Confucian saints?"

"At that time, military strategists and legalists were very popular, but my Confucianism was extremely weak, and there were very few monks in the middle and third ranks."

"But after Confucian saints appeared, they changed this situation with their own strength and pushed my Confucianism to the number one position in the world!"

"A sword with a sharp tongue can kill a person thousands of miles away, and a beautiful article can kill an enemy and conquer a country. Confucianism and Taoism, this brilliant road, were completely pioneered by Confucian saints alone!"

"Do you think, as the son of a Confucian sage, Su Mu would be willing to be shrouded in the halo of a Confucian sage?"

The dean was stunned after hearing this, and hesitated for a moment before saying: "You mean, Junior Brother Su wants to open up a path by himself like a Confucian saint?"

At this moment, no matter how dull the dean was, he probably understood what Tang Wenyuan and the others meant.

Li Boyan nodded heavily, his eyes filled with admiration: "Confucianism and Taoism have been taken to the extreme by Confucian saints, so Su Mu doesn't want to take this old road."

"Because he feels that there is no way to surpass Confucian saints."

"Not only Confucianism and Taoism, but also Buddhism, Dharma, medicine, and military are all like this. Some people have already reached the top."

"Didn't you listen to what he said? He said that his ambition is not here, so I said that his real ambition is to follow the example of Confucian saints and blaze a trail!"

"Find a path that can surpass the saints and completely solve the troubles of the monster race!"

Li Boyan's tone was sonorous and forceful.

At this moment, he admired Su Mu to the extreme!

Many years ago, Confucianism and Taoism were actually in decline.

The traditional Confucianism cultivator relies on reading to cultivate one's character, and relies on Confucian classics to fight against the enemy, which is quite similar to the method of the Legalists, and it has come to an end when it reaches the third grade.

There is no arrogance and righteousness, and I have never heard of a super strong person who can read to the third rank.

Confucian saints are the first forerunners on this road.

Also the first winner!
He came to the end of the road of Confucianism and Taoism, opened a mountain for scholars all over the world, and walked out of a broad road.

Since Confucian saints, Confucian cultivators have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, and Confucianism has become the largest group of practitioners.

This is also the reason why Confucian saints have such a high status in the hearts of scholars all over the world, and no other saints can compare.

But even if the Confucian sage is the number one sage in the world, he still has no choice but to defend the Yaozu passively instead of taking the initiative to attack.

"A tiger father has no dogs, Confucian sages are so amazing and beautiful, how could Su Mu be so bad as his son?"

"We all blamed Su Mu wrongly. His ambition is greater than we imagined, which is beyond our comprehension."

Li Boyan stroked his beard, deeply moved.

If Su Mu was here at this moment.

It will definitely be a look of bewilderment.

He was just bragging casually, how can you guys make up your minds so much?
The dean frowned and thought, "But why does the younger brother suddenly want to study at Yashan Academy after 16 years in the mansion? Is he going to give up his ambition?"

He felt that if Su Mu really wanted to embark on a different path of cultivation, he should continue.

Now this seems to be halfway.

"The dean is confused!"

Tang Wenyuan said sadly, "How difficult is it to open up a brand new path, can it be done overnight?"

"If my guess is correct, he should start with Confucianism and Taoism, and then integrate other factions."

"Melting all the knowledge of various schools of thought into one furnace, only in this way can we blaze our own path!"

Throughout the ages, there has been no shortage of geniuses who had such ideas and practiced them, but they all failed.

But Su Mu is different, he is the son of a Confucian sage, with the jewels of a Confucian sage in front of him, how could he be worse?
From the discussion up to now, every word, deed and action of Su Mu has great meaning in their eyes.

He is worthy of being the son of Confucian saints!

"It turns out that this is the case, the old man understands."

Cui Song and others' analysis was well-founded, and the dean couldn't help but be convinced after hearing it. Thinking of what he said to Su Mu before, he felt a little ashamed.

"I didn't expect my junior brother to have such great ambitions. The old man's vision is too short-sighted. I think he is wasting his time. Ashamed, really ashamed."

After analyzing Su Mu's "true thoughts", everyone's perception of Su Mu has changed greatly.

Cui Song even said directly to the dean: "Dean, Su Mu needs a teacher to enter our academy now. I am undoubtedly the most suitable."

As soon as this remark came out, Tang Wenyuan was immediately unconvinced. He blew his beard and stared at him and said, "Old man Cui, what do you mean? You don't know how much you weigh? You are the most suitable, and I said I am the most suitable!"

In the eyes of these great Confucians, Su Mu's future achievements must be extraordinary, and even if he cannot become a figure comparable to Confucian saints, he will certainly not be inferior.

But it must be better than all of them present here.

The so-called master's fame depends on his disciples. Now that Su Mu has just entered Yashan Academy, if he can teach him now, when Su Mu achieves great achievements in the future, he will be famous in history as a teacher!

Now this opportunity is in front of them, and naturally no one wants to miss it, and they all want to become Teacher Su Mu.

Cui Song sneered, and said, "Of course I know how many catties I have, and it's better than some Jiu Mengzi who has been stuck in the fifth grade for more than ten years and has not been able to make an inch."

Being poked at the sore spot, Tang Wenyuan was furious, and said, "Good old man! Do you want to attack personally? Do you want to see if the old man's sword is sharp!"

Cui Song leaned towards Tang Wenyuan, and said tit for tat: "Hmph! My tongue and sword are not bad either!"

Another great Confucian, Li Boyan, has long been accustomed to the scene in front of him.

It's just that he has a more easy-going personality. Although he admires Su Mu, he has no intention of competing for disciples.

Reading books and playing chess is his greatest pleasure, so he did not participate in the dispute of being Su Mu's teacher.

"Be quiet!"

The dean couldn't stand it anymore, and slammed the table.

The small wooden table fell apart with a whine under his slap, the whole bamboo building trembled, and the strong wind howled.

Cui Song and Tang Wenyuan glanced at the small wooden table that had been shattered, and sat back to their original positions silently.

The dean reprimanded the two of them, "Look at you, don't you look like a Confucian at all? How can you be so noisy!"

The two lowered their heads, not daring to refute.

Otherwise, the dean's slap would not fall on the table later, but on them.

There is no one who can become a great Confucian who has never been slapped by the dean. The dean has always convinced people with his strength.

Seeing that the attitudes of the two people were correct, the dean slowed down his tone and said slowly: "Su Mu is the son of a Confucian sage, and the old man's younger brother. Besides the Confucian sage, who is worthy to be his teacher? Now that the Confucian sage travels around, the old man Brother, you should take up the responsibility of teaching mentors and brothers, and share the worries of Confucian saints."

Cui Song and Tang Wenyuan raised their heads in astonishment, Tang Wenyuan's temper was impatient, and even if he couldn't help it, he said, "Dean, you—"

"Huh? Do you have an opinion?"

The dean looked at him with sharp eyes, looking up and down.

Tang Wenyuan looked at the dean's beating pectoralis major and biceps, his resentment dissipated instantly, and his eyes became clear.

"No problem, Dean, you are indeed the most suitable."

"Well, knowing mistakes can be corrected, and the good is great."

"The dean taught me that."

Cui Song and Tang Wenyuan sat upright, nodding their heads to be taught.

……

After Su Mu and Zhao Ming left the Shanzhu Building after the academy, they originally planned to go directly to the poetry meeting.

Yet got lost.

Zhao Ming felt a little ashamed, "My lord, forgive me, this is my first time visiting Yashan Academy."

He took note of the terrain when he was flying in the sky before, so he volunteered to lead the way, but he still got lost.

"Stupid warrior!"

The big red-haired bird finally seized the opportunity and taunted Zhao Ming frantically from the sidelines.

Su Mu was also dumbfounded. Now that the three of them couldn't even get out of the back mountain, it was a bit unprepared.

Just when he was in trouble, an old man in a Confucian robe suddenly appeared in front of them out of thin air. It was one of the gentlemen of the academy that Su Mu had met before, the great Confucian Li Boyan.

"The terrain in the back mountain is complicated. The dean is worried that you will get lost, so he asked me to give you a ride. It seems that I came just in time." Li Boyan said with a smile, his expression gentle.

Among the dean and several other academy gentlemen, Li Boyan is the most Confucian, very bookish.

Su Mu hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Excuse me, sir, we want to go to the poetry meeting."

"It just so happens that I'm going to the poetry fair, so I'll give you a ride along the way. Come up." Li Boyan said as he threw the scroll in his hand.

After the scroll flew out of his hand, it swelled in the wind and became a size that could accommodate three people standing.

Obviously, this scroll is his natal item.

Seeing the smooth progress of the previous dean, Su Mu was not too surprised by the supernatural powers and so on, and jumped on it directly.

Then the scroll floated into the air, flying higher and higher.

But riding on it is stable, and there is a layer of clear light shining outside, which resists all the mountain wind and cold air.

I have to say that being able to fly is really convenient.

The most important thing is that it is very cool!

It's a pity that it's not a sword. It would be awesome if it could fly with a sword. Isn't it more awesome than a supercar in the previous life?
Dump eighteen streets, okay!
While Su Mu was thinking wildly, Li Boyan looked at him with admiration and encouragement in his eyes: "Su Mu, we all know your ambition and thoughts."

Su Mu's face changed suddenly when he heard the words, and he was very shocked.

They all know that he wants to do the second generation of Confucian scholars to lie flat?
When exactly was it exposed?

Does Confucianism Cultivator still have the supernatural power to spy on people's thoughts?
Seeing the change of Su Mu's face, Li Boyan couldn't help stroking his beard and smiling, it was exactly as they had guessed before.

"I really didn't expect your goal to be so ambitious. It's really amazing; but don't worry, even if this road is difficult, whether it's me or the dean, the entire Yashan Academy will support you. You can do whatever you want Just do it."

Li Boyan looked calm, Su Mu wanted to open up a path by himself, how could they not support it?

Su Mu was stunned for a long time, then tears filled his eyes, and he saluted with sobs: "Thank you sir for your support!"

At this moment, he was extremely moved in his heart!

What is a great Confucianism?This is called a great Confucianism!

Even if you know that he wants to lie flat and die, you choose to support him. This is the Confucian teaching without discrimination, and this is called diversity!

"No, the dean and gentlemen are so tolerant of me, I can't lie down too much, I still have to make some achievements."

"I must show my talents in today's poetry meeting, and I will write a famous poem through the ages at the beginning!"

Su Mu's eyes were extremely determined, and he secretly made up his mind.

Li Boyan could see the change in his demeanor, and he was quite relieved to see Su Mu's expression became resolute.

"Worthy of being the son of a Confucian sage, his tenacity is far beyond ordinary people's comparison. In the future, he will definitely not be a thing in the pool."

However, the conversation between the two fell on Zhao Ming and the red-haired bird, who were listening to it, as if they were listening to a scripture.

Zhao Ming looked at the red-haired bird with a blank face: "What are you talking about, young master and this gentleman?"

The big red-haired bird was silent for a long time, and it was rare that he didn't take the opportunity to mock him, shaking his head and saying, "I don't know either."

……

The spring poetry meeting of Yashan Academy is held every year, and every time it is held, it will attract quite a lot of people to watch.

Ever since a Confucian sage was born in the Yan Dynasty, the style of writing has become particularly prosperous, so poems like this are quite popular, especially the poems in Yashan Academy.

You must know that those who can enter the Yashan Academy are all the top and best scholars of the Yan Dynasty, so such poems will naturally be very interesting.

If a great poem can be written on such an occasion, it will immediately become famous all over the world.

A lot of people came to this poetry meeting today, just because Su Mu entered Yashan Academy today, and there were too many people who came to watch, and more people wanted to see if Su Mu would attend the poetry meeting.

How amazing would the poems written by the son of a Confucian sage be?

Everyone is looking forward to it.

(PS: [-] words, the two chapters will be published together.)
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