Comprehensive Martial Arts: Read to become a sage, use martial arts to break the ban

Chapter 3 The Thirteen Classics of Confucianism

Fang Feixie in April in the world.

Xiao Luo pushed open the door of the study room, studied hard for a year, and he completed the system task.

But now is not the time to claim rewards.

Under the pear blossom tree, a middle-aged man in brown clothes is moving a table to make tea. Today is the day when Confucian sword fairy Xie Xuan returns.

"Uncle Dumb, Master is coming back soon."

The middle-aged man turned his face, and his eyes were criss-crossed with scars.

He made a smiling expression, and the scar on his face became even more hideous.

Uncle Mute was originally a blood list killer. Many years ago, he was ordered to hunt down and kill the mischievous evildoer Xiao Luo, but was defeated by Confucian Sword Immortal.

Then he was murdered by the blood list.

At the critical moment, he was rescued by Confucian Sword Immortal.

In order to cut off the trail of the blood list, he bit off his tongue, cut his face, and wandered around the world with his master and apprentice.

Over the years, Xiao Luo has been taken care of meticulously by shopping for vegetables, cooking, sewing and washing.

Confucian Sword Immortal traveled all over the world, and only came back to stay for a few days every year. In the deserted time, it was the dumb uncle who accompanied Xiao Luo to grow up.

Xiao Luo sat down, rinsed the tea set with clean water, and waited for Master to return.

Uncle Dumb pointed to the sky, gesturing for the wind to blow.

"Uncle Dumb, although it's windy, I'm not cold."

Uncle Mute ignored it, turned around and returned to the room, took out a cloak, and put it on for Xiao Luo.

Xiao Luo raised his chin obediently, and asked the dumb uncle to fasten the tape on the cloak for him.

At this moment, a green shirt floated in front of his eyes.

Xiao Luo stood up in surprise: "Master!"

"Luoer, you've grown taller again."

Xie Xuan stretched out his hand, wanting to stroke the top of Xiao Luo's head like when he was young, but found that Xiao Luo was as tall as him.

"Master, you're so busy, where did you go?"

After not seeing him for a year, Confucian Sword Immortal's temples had grown a few strands of white frost.

Xie Xuan took the purple bamboo shoots that Xiao Luo handed over, took a sip comfortably, and said just now:

"First I went to Nanzhao, and then I heard that Master Wangyou of Hanjiang Temple had passed away. I had a relationship with him several times, so I hurried back to Gusu."

Hanjiang Temple, Master Wangyou.

Xiao Luo's heart beat violently.

"Master Wangyou is said to be the number one Zen practitioner today."

Xie Xuan nodded: "It's a pity that there will be no descendants of the Six Paths of Buddhism after the master passed away."

"Not necessarily, doesn't he have a young apprentice with amazing talent?"

Xie Xuan looked at Xiao Luo in surprise: "Luoer, you know Wuxin even if you stay at home?"

Xiao Luo didn't change his expression: "When I was in Leng Palace, I once heard the palace maid privately talk about the past of Concubine Xuan."

"So that's the case, concubine Xuan... Jun Wen is also a poor person."

She is poor?
Xiao Luo felt blissful in her heart, making three of the strongest men in the world fall in love with her at the same time, such a woman can only be called terrifying.

Xie Xuan continued:

"After master Wangyou sat down, he put Wuxin into a golden coffin and transported it to Jiuchong Temple. Unexpectedly, the news was revealed and countless people scrambled for it."

"So Master escorted you all the way?"

Xiao Luo knew Xie Xuan well, and after the death, he would definitely escort him to the end.

"The teacher originally wanted to escort Wuxin to Jiuchong Temple, but in the middle of the journey, Wuxin broke out of the coffin by himself during the pursuit."

Under the moonlit night, in the shadow of killing, a demon monk with unparalleled appearance slowly stood up from the coffin.

One move defeated Yue Ji.

Two strokes to retreat Minghou.

Xie Xuan recalled the moment when Wuxin broke out of the coffin, and even he was shocked by that weird scene.

"Wuxin has the 32-door forbidden technique in the Raksha Hall, and his martial arts are superb, so he doesn't need my escort. Besides, he has Xueyun City's big disciple Tang Lian, Leimen Lei Wujie, and..."

"And who?"

Xiao Luo asked.

Xie Xuan took another sip of tea: "There is another person who can't know martial arts, Xiao Han, the owner of Snow White Villa."

It's him.

Xiao Han, the king of Chang'an in the Northern Li Dynasty, the sixth prince most beloved by Emperor Ming.

Also his sixth brother.

At the Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet that year, they met once from a distance.

That year Xiao Han was 13 years old and Xiao Luo was five years old.

Soon, Xiao Luo left Tianzi to study with Xie Xuan.

Four years later, Xiao Han entered the Happy Heaven Realm and was named the King of Chang'an.

Two years later, the emperor's uncle, King Langya, conspired against him. Xiao Han interceded for King Langya, angered Emperor Ming, was deposed as a commoner, and was driven out of Tianzi.

Xie Xuan must appreciate Xiao Han very much, his tone just now was full of disappointment.

Xiao Luo thought to himself: "If Emperor Ming is really angry, how could he keep the throne of the Sixth Brother? It's just a temporary punishment. How can he be like himself? A evil evildoer, father, brother and uncle all want to kill him!"

The sadness in his heart was not shown on Xiao Luo's face.

He also took a sip of tea, and said with a smile: "If there is a chance, Luoer would like to get to know these young heroes."

Xie Xuan shook his head: "They are all warriors, you are a scholar, and if you have different ways, don't conspire with each other."

"Master, you don't want the outside world to notice me, do you?"

"Luoer, it's better to be alive than anything else."

"Then what about my future? Under the protection of Xueyun City, I will die of old age in this small courtyard?"

Xiao Luo has always been sensible, indifferent, and aloof from the world, Xie Xuan did not expect him to ask this question.

"Luoer, you have to wait."

"Wait for what?"

"When your elder brother succeeds to the throne, pardon Emperor Ming's punishment for you, and then assist the emperor with your talent, you will surely be a famous official of a generation in the future."

"Luoer understands."

It turned out that the master made himself wait for the gift from the new emperor.

But why!
Also brothers, one can only live by the gift of the other.

Xie Xuan hadn't noticed Xiao Luo's inner turmoil, and after finishing the gossip, he wanted to test Xiao Luo's homework.

"What books have you read this year?"

"The Thirteen Classics of Confucianism."

"Well, the beginning of Confucianism is the words of the sages, the ancestors recounted Yao and Shun, and the constitution of civil and military affairs."

This time, Xiao Luo didn't answer, but asked instead: "Master, in today's world, do you think there are still wise kings like Yao, Shun, King Wen of Zhou, and King Zhou Wu?"

"Traveling all over the world as a teacher, no matter whether it is Northern Li, Northern Liang, or Tang and Song, I have never seen an emperor who is as civil and military as Yao and Shun."

"There is no wise king in the world, imitating the rule of a wise king, following the rites of sages, is empty talk."

"Luoer, do you mean that there must be a Mingjun before the world can live in peace?"

Xiao Luo replied calmly: "Exactly, only a monarch can be a minister, and a father can be a son."

Speaking of father and son, Xie Xuan felt a little guilty, he avoided it, and only talked about the way of monarch and minister:

"If the whole court is full of virtuous ministers, and the whole world is a state of etiquette, why worry that the emperor is not a wise king? Besides, a virtuous man is a minister, and the north is entrusted with him, and he has no two hearts."

"The destiny is impermanent, only the virtuous live in it."

"The monarch is ordered by the sky, and his life will last forever."

For the first time, the master and apprentice disagreed.

Xiao Luo once again discussed his point of view:
""Shangshu·Zhaogao" said: Xiafu is ordered by heaven. When Dong Zhongshu came to Dong Zhongshu, for his own ambition, this person dismissed hundreds of schools, only respected Confucianism, established the divine right of the monarchy and the relationship between heaven and man, and strengthened the sanctity of the monarch."

"First there was Dong Zhongshu's theory, and then there was the heyday of the Han and Wu dynasties. How can it be said that he was out of personal ambition."

"But master, are the monarchs of all dynasties really ordered by heaven?"

(End of this chapter)