Saint of the Confucian way

Everyone in the house stopped breathing at the same time and looked at Zuo Xiang with fear. Even Zuo Xiang's eldest son in his thirties closed his mouth and didn't dare to chew. The children didn't move and almost cried.

Mrs. Liu silently put down her chopsticks and bowed her head.

Only Zuo Xiang's daughter secretly looked at her father.

Zuo Xiang has elegant appearance, few wrinkles on his face, and a few silvery temples not only don't make him look old, but also show his spirit.

His eyes were not disordered. He steadily picked up the second piece of beef in his right hand, put it into his own food dish, and slowly said, "I've lost my manners. Today, I'll write the Analects of Confucius ten times."

When the two sons looked at each other, they immediately remembered a sentence from Confucius in Chapter 15 of the Analects of Confucius: "if you bow thick and blame others lightly, you will be far from resentment." it means that if you blame yourself more and others less, you will not be resented by others.

"My father taught me by example, and the child was taught."

"Even my father is introspective. We should be more cautious in our words and deeds."

Zuo Xiang nodded.

After dinner, Zuo Xiang went to the study. The old housekeeper quickly followed and whispered, "how to deal with the housekeeper who doesn't understand etiquette?"

"Bury it well and don't dirty the yard."

"Yes." the old housekeeper listened to Zuo Xiang's order to kill people. Without any surprise, he hurried away.

Jingguo palace.

"This Fang Yun... Good is good, but it really gives the AI family a headache. Forget it, we'll reward it together after the holy ruins."

Prime Minister Jing Guowen's residence.

"With this son in Jingguo, I can let go."

Demon world.

"Life against the kind of literati, kill Fang Yun, enter the imperial forest hunting list, fourth!"

Fang Jia.

When the barefoot Daniel Fang arrived at the door, he began to shout loudly, which made the sleeping fox cry discontentedly, and then continued to sleep.

Fang Yunzheng came out of the bedroom, saw Fang Daniu coming back, nodded his head, and then calmly went to dinner.

When lazy Wenzong came to get the manuscript of the Three Character Classic, Fang Yun knew it, so he was not surprised.

Daniel Fang quickly took a few steps to deliver the holy way to Fang Yun and said, "that's the front page of the holy way. You're not happy at all?"

"I see," Fang Yun said.

Fang Daniu raised his sincere respect in his heart and said, "young master, you are so awesome. Except for semi saints on the front page of the holy way, you are the most calm. Other people's mouths are crooked."

Fang Yun asked, "where's Wen Bao?"

Daniel Fang patted his forehead and said with a smile, "look at me. I patronize to tell you the good news. I forgot to buy Wen Bao. I'll buy it now."

"Put on your shoes." Fang Yun said and walked to the table.

Fang Daniel looked down, smiled and walked to his room. Yang Yuhuan put a dish on the table and said to Fang Daniel, "put on your shoes and come to me to get the silver. Go and buy back a hundred copies of the holy way."

"OK!" said Daniel Fang.

Fang Yun looks at Yang Yuhuan. She is wearing a white apron. She has the beauty of a girl and the virtue of a home wife.

"Why do you buy so much?" Fang Yun asked.

Yang Yuhuan smiled and said, "if you buy it as a gift, anyone who doesn't buy it in the future will give it away. That's the front page of Shengdao. No one in Jingguo has been on the front page for many years. Even I, a woman, can understand it. The scholar on the front page is better than the unprecedented double armour boy."

"Forget it, you like it. How's ser practicing?"

While eating, they talked about Qin and se.

Just after dinner, Fang Yun found that the official seal had received a letter from the geese, so he went to check it. It turned out that it was Cai he's congratulations.

Fang Yun wrote a simple letter to reply. Just after the reply, a letter came one by one.

Fang Yun didn't expect that he also met the sight of hundreds of geese coming together. Some of these geese sent letters from friends, but most of them came from people all over the country through the holy temple, as well as some foreign people.

Shi Jun, Li Fanming and Yan Yukong also sent congratulations.

After reading hundreds of letters handed down by wild geese, Fang Yun finally understood the meaning of the front page of the holy way, because all the rich families in the capital and all the semi holy families in Jingguo sent congratulations.

Among the five semi holy aristocratic families in Jingguo, except Chen Sheng aristocratic family, four semi holy aristocratic families invited Fang Yun to participate in their cultural meeting, and the owner of Zhang Heng aristocratic family asked Fang Yun whether he was married and said that several young people from Zhangjia would come to Yuhai city in a few days and go to the Mid Autumn Festival cultural meeting with Fang Yun.

After reading these letters, Fang Yun suddenly remembered what Li Fanming had said when he saw himself. The general trend will become.

Fang Yun didn't favor one over the other. He replied one by one, whether congratulating the saints' family or ordinary classmates in the past. One of the letters came from Fang Li, Fang Zhongyong's father. Fang Li shamelessly called Fang Yun a virtuous nephew and said that when Fang Yun returned to Dayuan mansion, he would take Fang Zhongyong to visit.

When replying to the zhangheng family, Fang Yun thought for a long time.

There are three semi holy aristocratic families surnamed Zhang. Except that the aristocratic family established by the medical Saint Zhang Zhongjing can be called Zhang Sheng aristocratic family, the other two cannot be so called, because Zhang Zhongjing is the first canonized figure in the medical family and has made great contributions to the Shengyuan continent. The completion of treatise on typhoid and miscellaneous diseases and the movement of literature and music have established the status of a medical family.

Although Zhang Heng's status is not as good as Zhang Zhongjing's, he is also above ordinary semi saints. He is not only proficient in the techniques of Mohist and public losers, and has created seismograph, armillary sphere, guide car, single wood flying sculpture and other objects. At the same time, he is also one of the four masters of Han Fu. He is as famous as Ban Gu, Sima Xiangru and Yang Xiong. He has made achievements in astronomy, geography, arithmetic and painting.

After Zhang Heng was canonized, even the Mohists and public losers went to ask for advice and claimed that the beauty of the gears made by Zhang Heng was no less than that of Mozi and Luban.

The people of Zhang Heng's family inherited Zhang Heng's temperament, did not seek fame and wealth, and devoted themselves to studying astronomy, geography and organs, aiming to fulfill Zhang Heng's last wish.

Fang Yun is most concerned about the seismograph and armillary sphere of Zhang Heng family, which are semi holy cultural treasures. The seismograph is in Zhangjia, and the armillary sphere is placed in the holy courtyard.

It is said that if the armillary sphere doesn't move, it will make a world shaking move, which is comparable to the "bell" of the first piano. However, more people doubt that no one will use the armillary sphere except Zhang Heng himself, not even other semi saints.

Fang Yun replied to a decent letter, saying that he thanked Zhang Jia for his kindness, but he didn't marry Yang Yuhuan. He said that he was very interested in astronomy and geography and was glad to discuss with Zhang Jia's children and go to the holy ruins together.

After replying to all the letters handed by the geese, Fang Yun suddenly felt that his mind was particularly flexible, his heart was particularly transparent, and the world in front of him was particularly clear, as if the things that had been hidden in front of him had disappeared.

"The letters handed down by the wild geese are the recognition of the panoramic national giants and the semi holy aristocratic family, and it is also a general trend. What if there is no foundation! What if there is no semi holy teacher! If you enter all the temples, you can also lay a foundation!"

Fang Yun's eyes are more firm than ever.

After finishing his chores, Fang Yun continued to practice the piano and learn the art of war. He found that he seemed to see everything further and more thoroughly.

All day, the Fang family were secretly talking.

"Have you noticed that, young master, your spirit seems different today."

"Yes, I'm not arrogant. I'm still so polite to us, but I'm a little afraid of him. I always think he's a bit like the emperor in the play."

"Yes! Even the madam is secretly aiming at the young master, but she is not worried, but moved."

"Poof, be careful, madam. Tear your mouth."

"The little fox at home didn't find the change of the young master. It's still the same as before."

"He knows to eat all day, eat, sleep, wake up and play. What can he know?"

"Whining!" I saw a little snow-white fox walking slowly in front of those people with his head raised. When passing by, I didn't forget to give them a proud and disdainful look.

"You say you're angry or not!"

"Forget it, what are you angry with a fox?"

That night, Fang Yun went to Pinghu with a trembling gall piano on his back. The autumn wind started all the way, and the autumn leaves fell. It was cold in autumn.

The autumn cicada seems to resist the cold wind of autumn with all its strength, and its cry is lower.

Along the way, Pang Ju looked at Fang Yun in surprise.

"Fang Yun is not right today. In the past, he seemed to be a person who passively understood the meaning of autumn, but today, a little autumn wind hit me. I stand still. If I go further, I will be like a king holding the autumn wind. No, it's really no wonder! No wonder his writing can be on the front page of the holy way."

Before long, Fang Yun went to the pavilion where he often went. With the Dragon horn piano mat, the stone table was not damaged at all. Fang Yun played the autumn wind tune as usual.

After listening to it, Pang Ju felt strange in his heart. He thought how he could not feel the autumn in it. He played it without emotion. He played it three times, and no autumn cicada fell down.

Fang Yun continued to play, and Pang Ju people were more and more surprised, because although Fang Yun's autumn wind tune had made great progress in fingering, it was not backward in more important emotion, but there was no emotion at all. It was like an organ man made by Mohist school playing piano music, and he was a person without heart.

"There should be something I can't see through."

Pang Ju stood in the woods beside the pavilion, leaning against a big tree, staring at Fang Yun, hoping to see something.

Soon, Pang Ju found a strange place. Fang Yun's hair was fluttering all the time. At the same time, the cicada nearest to Fang Yun stopped barking and seemed to be frightened by the invisible power.

Pang Ju's eyes widened and looked more carefully.

After Fang Yun finished playing a song, his hands stopped and put them on the strings. The strings stopped and the cicadas stopped.

After a while, Fang Yun raised his hand and played again.

As soon as the piano sounds, the fallen leaves around Fang Yun suddenly fly out in all directions, and Fang Yun's clothes seem to hide the wind and swell.

Fang Yun played "autumn wind tune" at a speed far three times faster than normal. The piano sound was urgent and sad, and a chill of late autumn erupted in all directions.

Pang Ju people subconsciously shrunk their necks and hugged their arms, but then found that it was just the autumn meaning contained in the piano sound. In fact, the weather was not so cold.

Pang Ju smiled at himself, thinking that he was so deeply influenced by an ordinary piano song, but his self mocking smile solidified on his face.

Because it is very quiet around Pinghu.

"What about cicadas?" Pang Ju felt something falling on his head as soon as he thought of it. He reached out and touched it. It was an autumn cicada.

Suddenly, there was a dense sound nearby. Pang Ju immediately realized that it was the sound of the autumn cicada landing after its death. He spent these days listening to this sound, but not one day was as dense as today.