Zhang Sanfeng, the Poor Road, Convinces People with Reason

"Zhang Zhenzhen asked for the book, this is an honor of my Daqin, and Xiaoshengxianzhuang must transcribe it carefully."

A crisis, resolved in the invisible.

Fu Nian quickly cupped his hands.

"Thanks to your son's teaching, Fu Nian must handle this matter carefully."

Fusu put the book in his hand back to its original position.

"I want to ask Mr. Fu Nian to do me a favor."

"Little Saint Xianzhuang has always been admired by people all over the world."

"I hope you can lead the way."

"From now on, Xiaozhuan will be used in both homework and daily life."

"Be a role model for the people of the empire."

"Confucianism is the knowledge of entering the WTO. You can't practice Confucianism and Taoism. To practice Confucianism and Taoism, you must go through the king."

"Mr. Fu Nian, this is actually an opportunity."

Fu Nian bent down and bowed his hands, but did not open his mouth to accept it.

Fusu's hand clenched slightly, forming a fist.

The atmosphere in the field froze again.

Wind, from nowhere.

Duke Nan coughed a few times.

Zhao Gao bowed his hands.

"His Royal Highness, it's getting late today. Your Highness has been tired all the way. It's better to go back and rest early."

Only then did Fusu come back to his senses and let go of his clenched fists.

"Zhang Zhenren, Fusu will leave first."

He saluted, turned around and retreated from the library.

Immediately get on the carriage and leave Xiaoshengxianzhuang.

On the carriage, Fusu suddenly spoke.

"Zhao Gao, you are also a master of martial arts. In your opinion, how high is Zhang Zhenren's martial arts?"

Outside the carriage, Zhao Gao rode on horseback beside the carriage, a complex look flashed across his eyes.

"His Royal Highness, Zhao Gao has never seen someone who can control water droplets to such an extent with internal force."

"According to Zhao Gao's knowledge, this is impossible to do with internal force."

"Zhao Gao thinks that Zhang Zhenren's cultivation has gone beyond the scope of martial arts and has reached the realm of cultivating immortals."

"My mortals, it's better not to compete with immortals."

Fusu's heart tightened, and his face changed again and again.

After a long time, he sighed softly.

"It's because I think too much of myself on weekdays. Since I'm in front of immortals, I should maintain a heart of respect."

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Xiaoshengxianzhuang, library.

Fu Nian thanked Zhang Sanfeng again.

"If it weren't for Zhang Zhenren here today, I'm only afraid that my little sage village has suffered an unwarranted disaster."

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the countless books in the building.

"The first emperor is very ambitious. I can protect you for a while, but I may not be able to protect you forever."

"Just now Fusu asked you to use Xiaozhuan on weekdays, why is Mr. Fu Nian unwilling to agree?"

Fu Nian sighed softly.

"In fact, Xiaoshengxianzhuang usually studies and lectures, and most of the disciples use Xiaozhuan."

"But the Little Sages Village is a place for learning."

"Study is inseparable from history."

"Everyone in the world can abandon the original language and writing. Only the small sages and sages, to study the classics and culture of ancient sages, must master the relevant knowledge."

"If Xiao Shengxian Zhuang also abandons this knowledge, it will not take many years for the inheritance of history to break."

Zhang Sanfeng suddenly realized.

As an academic research institution, Xiaoshengxianzhuang does have its particularity.

You can't demand academics with the demands of ordinary people.

But Daqin's laws, regardless of so much, just rudely cut across the board.

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No wonder Fu Nian was reluctant to agree.

"Zhang Zhenren came from a long way, if you don't give up, you might as well rest in my little sage village."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly.

"To be honest, Pindao has exactly this intention. I just want to harass you all."

He looked at the books in the library again and sighed.

"It's a pity that the poor people don't know the words of these six countries. There are so many classics in front of me, and I can't read them."

Zhang Liang smiled slightly.

"Zhang Zhenren, I have translated all the books in this book after I collected them in Xiaoshengxianzhuang."

"The translated text is upstairs."

"If Zhenren Zhang wants to see it, he might as well go upstairs and have a look."

Zhang Sanfeng was overjoyed when he heard this, his mind moved, and his body was suspended in the air.

The library has seven floors.

Zhang Sanfeng's body floated to the second floor.

He picked up a book from the shelf and read it.

The text used here is indeed the word used in the mainland.

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The content of these classics was something Zhang Sanfeng had never seen before.

A hundred schools of thought contend, and each school has its own way.

Many classics of Baijia have been lost in the long history.

It can only be seen in the Little Sage Village in Daqin.

For a while, Zhang Sanfeng was fascinated.

On his body, bursts of Dao rhyme rose.

There is a layer of colorful halo flowing around Zhang Sanfeng's body.

"This is?"

Fu Nian, Yan Lu, and Zhang Liang were all shocked.

Gou Kuang stroked his beard.

"The words of the sage and the avenue, when the pen is written on the paper, there is a rhyme and rhythm."

"The article is bright, the words are floating in the air, and the world is bright."

"The way of the saints is contained in the book."

"It's just that my generation is mortal, and it's hard to see how wonderful it is."

"Only Zhang Zhenzhen can see the subtlety of it, which resonates with the way of saints."

Between words, admiration.

This is a rare opportunity, but few people can get it.

Xun Kuang was lucky enough to get it only once when he was young, thus achieving his detached status in Confucianism.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Sanfeng just flipped through the books in the building, and there would be such a good fortune.

But on second thought, Xun Kuang understood again.

Zhang Sanfeng's understanding of "Tao" has reached a very high level.

He will naturally see the way of the saints in the book more easily than others.

Zhang Liang was still a little puzzled.

"Isn't what Zhang Zhenren read a book transcribed by my disciple of Xiaoshengxianzhuang?"

Fu Nian shook his head.

"No, what is placed in that place is not a copy of the book, but the original written by the sages."

There was a look of longing in his expression.

Upstairs, Zhang Sanfeng only felt that the words in the book seemed to come to life.

It is quietly speaking its way.

In an instant, the scenery in front of Zhang Sanfeng's eyes was unpredictable.

The breath of his body and the breath of the book are intertwined, and it even makes his Tai Chi method sublime again.five.

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