"What is etiquette? This is a very broad and grand proposition, but we can't stop exploring and studying it just because it's a grand proposition, because it's very important. This word is as lofty and untouchable as the firmament, so should we stop casting curious gazes at the firmament? Of course not. We observe the clouds and wind during the day, and observe the stars at night. We want to know what the firmament is, and we want to know what's up there. "
"Such a grand proposition needs to be answered in a way that we can understand. Then our answer must be specific, and we must inquire about the subtlety and the specific details. We look up at the starry sky, watch the stars move, and draw the beautiful and constant lines in our hearts. Finally, it becomes the art of stargazing. "
"What is the firmament? We have to experience and comprehend it from the specific lines, the clouds, the upper edge of the breath between heaven and earth, and the upper limit of the fluctuation of the primordial Qi. It's the same for etiquette. If you want to ask me, what kind of answer will you get if you look into the specifics of etiquette and find the nouns in the embodiment … "
"I can only say my own understanding. The so-called etiquette is the rule."
The teacher-in-charge of the etiquette course was an associate professor of the Academy's Etiquette Department. He was about 60 years old, and he spoke very slowly and clearly. The content of the lecture was also quite organized. The students in front of their desks were listening very carefully. However, Ning Que was already drowsy. The clearer the instructor spit out the words, the more he felt the drowsiness in his mind, and the more irresistible it was.
He was at the bottom of the Academy's Etiquette course in the last grade, and he had never been interested in these contents in his previous life. In recent years, he had been busy writing, meditating, killing, arson, gambling, and sleeping. He was really helpless.
In a daze, Ning Que could not help but wonder how painful it would be if his life in the Academy in the next few years was to waste all the good time in the morning on this cliché.
What happened next in the study room saved him from this desperate fantasy. He once again understood that the Academy, which had a high status in the Tang Empire, was not an ordinary place, and the teacher-in-charge here was indeed not an ordinary person.
When the old teacher said that etiquette was the rule, a disapproving voice suddenly rang out in the study room, "Teacher, the Tang Empire's prestige has conquered the four seas, and the Holy Son of Heaven has reigned over the world. Re-establishing the Book of Etiquette does not depend on following the rules."
According to the rules of the Academy, students were allowed to ask questions in class, so it was normal for the student to question him. But it was the first day of school after all, so the atmosphere in the study room suddenly became a bit weird. Ning Que woke up and asked Chu Youxian who was sitting on the desk next to him, "Who is it?"
The Academy paid particular attention to education without discrimination and teaching students in accordance with their aptitude. Many students who could study in the Academy were from ordinary families, but those who dared to question the teacher in the first class must be from an extraordinary family or thought highly of themselves. The student standing beside the desk was the son of a general.
The teacher looked at him coldly and asked, "Then in your opinion, can people live in this world without following the rules?"
"Not bad." That general, Huzi, said in a low voice, "The Tang Empire was founded on martial arts, and we rely on ignoring those pedantic rules. As long as we are strong, we will always win. But it doesn't mean that we don't follow the rules."
The wrinkles on the teacher's face gradually smoothed out. He looked at the burly student expressionlessly and said, "Do you mean that as long as the fist is bigger, the shit is reasonable?"
The student scratched his head awkwardly and said, "It's not wrong to interpret it that way. Just like the Tang Empire, when we attacked the Yan Kingdom, we beat them until they cried for their parents. They even wanted to send the Crown Prince to Chang 'an as a hostage. But how would their emperor dare to be rude to the Tang Empire? He should still be called the Holy Son of Heaven. "
Ning Que listened to the teacher's words behind the study room and thought that the student's grades in etiquette would definitely not be higher than his.
The teacher slowly walked towards the student, his face still expressionless, but when he walked in front of the student, his voice suddenly rose. He raised his right hand that was like a withered tree trunk, and smashed it down on the student's face. He roared angrily, "Does having a bigger fist make sense? Then it's reasonable for me to hit you now! "
There was a miserable howl in the study room. The burly general's son did not dare to fight back, either because he was afraid of the Academy's rules or because he respected his teacher too much. He was beaten black and blue by the old teacher in an instant, and the corner of his mouth was bleeding. He looked extremely miserable.
After a long time, the teacher finally stopped. He gasped and stared at the general's son, and said gloomily, "If what you said is right, then it's right for me to hit you now, because my fist is bigger than yours."
Since the teacher began to beat the general's son, the study room had long been in a mess. The students stood up in shock, but no one dared to stop the teacher who had entered a state of rage. Until then, Situ Yilan discontentedly said, "Teacher! If you think you can hit him because you are better than him, doesn't that prove his previous point of view? "
Ning Que was still sitting beside the desk, but his mouth was wide open. He never thought that he would see such a hot scene on the first day of entering the Academy. At this time, when he heard Situ Yilan's rebuttal, he also felt that it was very reasonable.
The teacher looked back at Situ Yilan coldly and said, "I just want to prove his reason. Is there a problem?"
Situ Yilan tightly pursed her lips, thinking of the nervous exhortations of her father and brothers before entering the Academy, but finally she could not bear it. She made up her mind and trembled and said, "Yes, if you think he is wrong, then you should not use his reason to teach him. Since etiquette is the rule, you should use the rule to bind him and punish him."
The teacher sneered and looked at her and said, "General Yunhui has never read a book in his life, but he has taught his daughter well. But as far as I know, although the two General's Mansions have a good relationship, you have no contact with him."
"This has nothing to do with friendship." Situ Yilan suppressed her shame and anger, looked up and stubbornly said, "I only talk about reason."
"Well, I will talk about reason with you." The teacher looked at the students in the study room and said, "No matter General Yunhui or any other general, even if their fists are bigger than mine and their power is stronger than mine, they still dare not to hit me. Why? Because I am the teacher of the Academy, and this is the rule of the Tang Empire. "
Behind the study room, Chu Youxian whispered timidly, "Why is the Academy in a mess? But Ning Que, don't be impulsive and provoke this teacher."
Of course, Ning Que did not have the courage to fight alone. Looking at the teacher who was wiping the blood on his hands, he thought silently, "The rules set by the Academy are the most important … This has nothing to do with etiquette. It only shows that there is a guy with the biggest fists in the Academy. But who is that guy? The Headmaster who drinks wine and cuts peach blossoms? "
The teacher picked up the book again, looked at Situ Yilan who was still unwilling and said, "Whether you are convinced or not, believe it or not, it is not too late to talk about reason with me when you can break the rules of the Academy. As for now, my reason is so simple: etiquette is the rule, and that is my rule."
Etiquette is the rule, and that is my rule. What a sonorous, powerful, powerful, tyrannical, unreasonable, and insolent declaration! Ning Que stared at the teacher who was like an old tree trunk, and found that he could not understand what kind of place this Academy was, but he liked this damn place more and more.
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The class ended on time at noon. The teacher of etiquette put an ink scroll under his armpit, blew the long beard on his chin, and walked out of the study room with an extremely arrogant look. The students in the study room were stunned for a moment, and then they all gathered together to talk about the scene in the morning. Situ Yilan and others rushed to the beaten student, took out a clean handkerchief with concern, and began to clean the wound on his face. The burly male student's face was full of tears of grievance.
"Chu Zhongtian! You are such a good-for-nothing! " Situ Yilan angrily hit his head and scolded, "If your grandfather saw you like this, he would probably die of anger! You don't know shit, but you dared to talk back to the teacher. It's okay to talk back, but don't you know how to fight back when the teacher hits you! Even if you don't fight back, don't you know how to dodge? "
Chu Xiongtu, the general of the 16th guards of the Tang Empire, had seven sons and 37 grandsons. Chu Zhongtian was the best among his grandsons, or he would not have been admitted to the Academy. But because of his family background, Chu Zhongtian still had a strong martial arts. Who would have thought that he would be beaten like a pitiful quail by the teacher?
Chu Zhongtian wiped the tears off his face, looked at Situ Yilan, and complained, "Sister Yilan, you really can't blame me for this. According to my grandfather, if someone wants to beat me, I have to fight back, no matter if it's a prince or a prince. I really wanted to fight back … but I don't know why I couldn't move at all."
At this moment, Chu Youxian's lazy voice came from the study room, "Cao Zhifeng, the associate professor of etiquette in the Academy, graduated from the course of magic skills in the Academy in the seventh year of the Tang Empire's Divine Wind. He has been teaching in the Academy for more than 30 years, and is a Psyche Master in the Seethrough State."
Hearing this, everyone in the study room was silent. Situ Yilan opened her eyes wide and stamped her feet angrily after a while. She shouted, "Even if he is a Psyche Master … why does a cultivator bully a kid?"
Chu Youxian walked up and looked at Chu Zhongtian who was badly battered. He sighed and shook his head, saying, "You can't argue with him, because Professor Cao Zhifeng … is from Yan."
Ning Que, who was standing outside the crowd, could not help but shake his head when he heard this answer. He thought to himself, "You really can't argue with him when you mentioned the great victory of the Tang Empire in front of a Yan, and the Crown Prince of the Tang Empire was taken hostage and beaten up …"
The Tang Empire dominated the world, and its people were confident and even arrogant. Ning Que admitted that he often showed some arrogance when he faced the barbarians on the grassland at the frontier fortress. But today, it seemed that the Academy in the south of Chang 'an was inclusive. Not only the students, but also the teachers came from foreign countries. So he had to be more careful in the future.
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