Daqin: A widow wins the government and builds a Qin of all heavens and immortals

Xianyang Library is located in the most prosperous southern city in the market.

The three-story loft covers an extremely large area, with a length of more than 30 meters.

When Chisongzi and Xiaoyaozi arrived together, they were surprised to find that there were many people from all the families standing in front of this library.

"Chisongzi, the two masters of Xiaoyaozi, meet again."

The six-fingered black man shrouded in black robes came to the two, his voice hoarse.

"Six-fingered black man, I didn't expect you to come too."

On the diagonal side, a dignified woman walked out, accompanied by a little girl like a porcelain doll.

"Master Nianduan is good..."

"I've met Master Nianduan."

Compared with Chisongzi and Xiaoyaozi, Nianduan's status in everyone's hearts is undoubtedly above the two.

Along the way, everyone greeted Nian Duan to show respect.

This is not surprising, the doctor is the most respected person in the world.

Not to mention the world-famous holy hand of healers?

Who is not injured by the warriors who walk the rivers and lakes?

Although there are many rules for treating diseases, people are also very capable.

"Ahem, Nian Duan, you're here too."

Seeing Nian Duan, the six-fingered black man's tone was a little weak, but his whole body was hidden under the black robe, and no one saw the change on his face.

"Hmm."

Nian Duan took a deep look at the six-fingered black man and patted the head of the little girl beside him

"Rong'er, these are all well-known benevolent people, say hello to them."

"Doctor Duanmu Rong, I have seen several masters."

The little girl bowed down to the Chisongzi with a serious expression, and the milky voice in the milk made people smile.

"Good, good, Xiao Rong'er doesn't need to be polite."

"Wait a minute, uncle will buy you candy to eat."

The six-fingered black man laughed heartily, touched Duanmu Rong's little head, and said happily.

"Congratulations to Master Nian Duan, you have to receive a good disciple."

Chisongzi and Xiaoyaozi smiled and congratulated Nian Duan.

"It's not too lonely yet, with Rong'er here, I feel much better." Nian Duan said lightly.

"Uh..."

Hearing this, the six-fingered black man suddenly stopped squeaking.

Chisongzi and the two also laughed bitterly, the two old bachelors were powerless to do anything about the entanglement of grudges between Nian Duan and the six-fingered black man.

"Master rest assured, Rong'er will always accompany you in the future."

The little Duanmu Rong had a serious face, patted his chest and said, causing the people around him to chuckle.

After that, the Confucian Funian, the famous Gongsun Wang, and others also arrived one by one, standing with Chisongzi and others to talk and laugh.

As the people in front of the library gathered more and more, with a creak, the door of the library opened wide, and a middle-aged man dressed gorgeously walked out of it.

"Guys, please be quiet."

"In Xia Gongyeliang, by the favor of the king, as the director of this library, after everyone enters in a while, please do not make a noise."

"If there is any problem, you can make it clear with the next."

"Without further ado, please come in."

After Gong Yeliang finished speaking, he gave way to the road.

Seeing this, the people around were not in a hurry and walked in in an orderly manner.

The space in the library is very abundant, and when you walk in, you will be greeted by rows of wooden shelves that are as high as people.

And on that shelf, there are stacks of bound books, and under the books, there are intimately hung signs as a guide.

Confucianism, Taoism, Moism, Legalism, novelist, healer, miscellaneous scholar...

Tao Te Ching, Zhuangzi, Liezi, Guanzi, Analects, Spring and Autumn...

Rows of brand new bookshelves, books full of ink, are placed in front of everyone.

"This is a book?"

A young man opened the Analects in his hand, looked at the light book, clear and neat handwriting, and trembled with excitement.

"It turned out to be so convenient, my family's Analects are enough to engrave dozens of volumes of bamboo Jane, and here, there is only a thin copy."

"Not only that, if you look at this book, there is Zhang Zi's comment..."

"I also have it here, it's Shang Jun's commentary on Qin Law..."

"Second and third sons, come and see, there are Lianshan and Guizang relics here..."

"The Yin Rune Sutra of the Ghost Valley Lineage, the Taoist Tao Te Ching..."

......

But in a moment, the entire library was filled with all kinds of noisy sounds.

The taxi who got the book could no longer keep the wind and clouds when he came in, and he was excited to discuss with the people around him.

"The Yellow Emperor's Inner Scripture, Suwen Chapter, Lingshu Sutra."

Nian Duan looked at the books in his hand lovingly, eager to move all these books away.

It's so convenient.

Compared to those bulky and complicated bamboo simplifications, these books are simply too convenient.

On the other side, the six-fingered black man looked at the ink in his hand, and the whole person was like a statue, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Warming the past and learning the new can be a teacher..."

"Some friends come from afar, and they are happy..."

"My body in the three provinces of Japan and Japan, for the sake of others and unfaithful? Make friends and don't believe it? Pass it on? "

"These little punctuation marks are very subtle."

Fu Nian, the head of Confucianism with a majestic face, carefully looked at the Analects in his hand, and admired it in his heart.

Thinking of this, he found Gong Yeliang, who was standing on the side, and asked earnestly

"Mr. Gongye, I don't know who created these symbols and what do they mean?"

"Oh, these punctuation marks were created by the king."

"Wang Shang once said that these articles without punctuation marks can easily make people misinterpret the essence of them, which is inconsistent with the original intention of the creator."

"That's where these punctuation marks come in."

"As for the meaning of which is also very simple, this is a comma, which stands for..."

Gong Yeliang was able to serve as the director of the library here, and naturally did his homework on everything inside.

Otherwise, even if there is a recommendation of the general as the young mansion Gongye, he will not be able to pass the pass in Yingzheng.

Therefore, in the face of Fu Nian's question, he calmly said the meaning of punctuation.

"Wonderful."

Fu Nian's eyes became brighter and brighter, and when he heard the end, he couldn't help shouting and cheering for it.

"Comma, period, exclamation point, question mark, ellipsis..."

"King Qin is also a great talent, with this punctuation, there will never be an article that divides multiple factions in the future."

Fu Nian is not talking about anyone else, it is Confucianism itself.

Before punctuation, all books were undivided, and without the division of sentences, a phenomenon would occur.

For a thousand readers, there are a thousand Confucius.

This is not a joke.

Anyway, Confucius and his old man are not there anymore, an article is just placed here, everyone has their own understanding.

No one can convince anyone.

From this, the doctrine of multiple genres was born.

For example, Confucianism, after Confucius, divided into eight schools.

Zi Zhang Zhi Ru, Zi Si Zhi Confucian, Meng Clan Confucian, Qi Diao Clan Confucian, Zhongliang Clan Confucian, Sun Clan Confucian, Le Zheng Clan Confucian, etc.

Eight genres, no one can convince anyone, then fight.

Whoever laughs last, is orthodox.

For this matter, Fu Nian can be described as a very headache.

Well, with punctuation, everything is much more convenient.