"Han Fei, Li Si, you two leave. This is an internal matter of the Confucian Sect." Zhu Xi's hair was white and he wore a black Confucian robe. His eyes were like lightning as he looked at Han Fei and Li Si coldly.
Among the supporters of the theory of evil nature, except for Xun Zi, the other supporters were all ordinary Confucian disciples.
As for the two outstanding disciples of Xun Zi, none of them became Confucian disciples.
Han Fei was a master of legalism, while Li Si was more like a politician.
Once Li Si and Han Fei withdrew, today's debate would be a crushing defeat.
Han Fei and Li Si didn't care about Zhu Xi's gaze at all. In their eyes, Zhu Xi was just a joke.
Apart from people after the Song Dynasty who recognized his identity, no Confucian grandmaster before the Song Dynasty took him seriously.
"Today's discussion is about evil nature and good nature. As disciples, can't we say a few words for our teacher?" Li Si's black hair was tied up in a crown, and there was a hint of coldness between his eyebrows as he looked at Zhu Xi indifferently.
Mencius only said that human nature was good, which was what Zhu Xi added.
It could be said that Zhu Xi was a firm supporter of Mencius's theory of good nature.
As for Mencius, Li Si sneered even more. Before the Song Dynasty, Mencius's status in the Confucian Sect was actually very low, and he wasn't even on the same level as Xun Zi.
"When did a beggar have two wives? How could there be so many chickens in the neighborhood? At that time, there was still the Emperor of Zhou. Why did everyone talk about Wei and Qi? "This was a limerick to satirize Mencius.
The Confucian disciples after the Song Dynasty could still put on airs.
But before the Song Dynasty, Mencius was the only one who inherited Confucius' "orthodoxy". This was just a promotion of Mencius by the ruling class in order to strengthen their rule.
It could be said that the Song Dynasty was a watershed in the status of the Confucian sages. A group of Confucian sages were promoted, and in contrast, some Confucian sages were lowered.
After all, the Confucian disciples who used to have similar or even lower status than him were suddenly promoted to the status of Sage.
This was simply a contradiction that was difficult to reconcile.
"You jumped into the widow's house next door. Is your nature good? And you call yourself a Confucian disciple? Has Confucianism buried the goodness in your heart? " A tall Confucian disciple in a brown Confucian robe mocked a well-dressed Confucian disciple in a white Confucian robe with a jade flute hanging from his waist.
Bang!
Hearing this, the white-robed disciple's face turned crimson, and under the flabbergasted gazes of the other Confucian disciples, he punched out at the Confucian disciple who had exposed him.
"This is slander!"
Bang!
The originally evil brown-robed Confucian disciple unhesitatingly counterattacked. He slightly leaned to the side, dodging the white-robed disciple's punch and sweeping out with his leg.
The white-robed disciple was no match for him at all. He was sent flying with a single kick and fell into the camp of Xing Benevolent's supporters.
Fight!
Needless to say, the debate between the two sides was already very heated. As a result, the two of them immediately started punching and kicking each other.
The reporters and staff of the television station, who were filming outside, all stared blankly at the Confucian disciples exchanging blows and kicks.
Isn't it true that a gentleman uses his mouth and not his fists?
The debate hadn't even started and they were already fighting.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! … …
While all the TV stations and reporters were at a loss, several figures outside the house joined the battlefield at lightning speed.
When the discussion of evil and good appeared on the screen, the Confucian disciples naturally rushed over. This was a confrontation between two Confucian Grandmasters.
As for the other Hundred Schools' disciples, they also came to watch the show.
The Confucian Faction had developed to such an extent, and they were constantly suppressing other factions in different space-times.
If they wanted to make a name for themselves in the Imperial Court, it would be impossible if they didn't wear the cloak of the Confucian Faction.
Now that they could watch the Confucian Faction make a fool of themselves, the other Hundred Schools' disciples felt that it wasn't a good opportunity.
Seeing the Confucian Faction fight, the Wanjie Lou tourists who didn't want to go became excited. It was a grand scene.
"Not good! Zhu Zi's teeth have been knocked out! "
A Confucian disciple yelled.
All the Confucian disciples saw that there was blood at the corner of Zhu Zi's mouth, and one of his eyes was swollen. At the same time, there was a bloodied tooth on the ground.
"Kill Li Si! He's definitely the one who did it! "Han Yu yelled as he pointed at Li Si, who was slaughtering the Confucian disciples.
Li Si was naturally Li Si from the Legend of Qin world. As the Prime Minister of the Great Qin Empire, Li Si's strength was unparalleled among the Confucian disciples.
Even though none of the Confucian disciples were using any of their magical arts, those who were powerful usually had powerful bodies.
When the crowd saw Li Si lifting a scholarly disciple with one hand, they immediately charged at him with overbearing momentum.
It was fine if it was just one person, but when more than ten Confucian disciples charged at Li Si at the same time, Li Si's expression changed slightly.
Not only did the Confucian disciples use their magical arts, but he also didn't dare to do so.
Zhou Yang said that they couldn't violate the laws of other countries. Of course, he wouldn't go so far as to violate the laws of other countries. Instead, he would go so far as to commit murder and robbery.
Once they used their magical arts, the consequences would be very difficult to control.
Li Si glared at Han Yu. Han Yu was the first to bear the brunt of Meng Zi's rise in status.
Han Yu was the first person to list Meng Zi as the only Confucian disciple who had inherited Confucius' teachings.
As for Zhu Zi's teeth, he didn't know if he was the one who knocked them out. In any case, it was just three punches.
Bang! Bang! Bang! … …
After all, Li Si was the Prime Minister, and he wasn't afraid in the face of danger.
Although his expression was grave, he didn't cower in the slightest.
Unfortunately, after sending the sixth Confucian disciple flying, Li Si was pinned down by four or five Confucian disciples.
Without Li Si as the main force, the Confucian disciples who supported the theory of evil were already at a huge disadvantage in terms of numbers. Now, they were being beaten back again and again.
"Shang Jun, is that Han Fei Zi?" At this moment, a Legalism disciple behind Shang Yang pointed at Han Fei Zi, who was being beaten up by two Meng Zi disciples.
Shang Yang's calm expression froze. Han Fei, who was pressed under him, had dark circles around her eyes and her clothes were a little ragged.
As he looked at the miserable Han Fei Zi, a cold expression appeared on Shang Yang's face.
"Call for help!"
Shang Yang instructed a Legalism disciple beside him. He kicked one of the Confucian disciples on top of Han Fei Zi away, and at the same time, knocked down the other Confucian disciple with a punch, saving Han Fei Zi.
Compared to the Confucian, Mohists, and Daoists, the Legalism was a very special existence.
The Legalism didn't have an obvious founder. Although Li Kui was known as the ancestor of the Legalism in some academic circles, his fame and reputation couldn't be compared to Shang Yang and Han Fei Zi, who were masters of the Legalism.
Therefore, the Legalism wasn't the only leader. Instead, it was the leader of many people, and the law was the norm.
Compared to them, there weren't many disputes between the various Legalism grandmasters.
When Shang Yang saw Han Fei Zi, who had the same status as him, being beaten up like this, no matter what his relationship with Han Fei Zi was, he would still help, because beating Han Fei Zi was equivalent to slapping his face.
Moreover, the two of them had a good relationship.
Because Han Fei Zi was one of the few easy-going grandmasters of the Legalism, the Legalism had even recommended Han Fei Zi to be the head of the Legalism.
In the end, Han Fei Zi declined.
"Do you Legalists want to start a war with the Confucian school?" Han Yu stood up and looked at Shang Yang coldly. There weren't many grandmasters of the Legalism in the first place, and now two of them had joined the battle.
It could be said that Han Fei Zi and Shang Yang could already represent half of the Legalism.
Bam!
Before Han Yu could finish, Shang Yang leaped forward, pressed Han Yu under his body, and started beating him up.
F * ck! How dare a junior like you yell in front of me?
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