Duke Yansheng let out a long sigh. He couldn't lie to himself. He had learned a better method, discovered a wider perspective, and had a clearer vision. He couldn't stand the decay of the past anymore.
Fang Yun smiled faintly and said, "If we imagine history as a ruler with scales in front of our eyes, we will find that during the Western Zhou Dynasty, the rites and music were like the brilliant sun, illuminating all the scales in Western Zhou. However, during the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, the Spring and Autumn Warring States Period, the sun didn't change. Yes, it didn't weaken! However, during the Spring and Autumn Period, a new sun rose. This Confucian sun was a hundred times brighter than the sun of rites and music! "
"People during the Spring and Autumn Period could still feel the light of rites and music, but the brightest existence during the Spring and Autumn Warring States Period was the Confucian sun! We should absorb the light of the Confucian sun instead of foolishly absorbing the light of the sun of rites and music. "
"The thought of rites and music is great. The sun of rites and music can still shine on us. When we accept the light of the Confucian sun, even though we still have the light of rites and music, each of us is already brighter than the sun of rites and music! "
"And in the near future, on the scale of human history, there will be a new sun that is a hundred times brighter than the Confucian sun. At that time, the human race will still be stained with the light of the Confucian sun, but each of them will be brighter than the Confucian sun!"
"There is nothing wrong with rites and music, benevolence, and Confucianism. They are all the most glorious existences of a certain era. However, if we forever miss the warmth of their light and don't pursue or create a new sun, then we must be wrong. "
Fang Yun stared at the duke's drooping eyes and said: "So, to see the unvirtuous and introspective means that we have to see if we have made the same mistakes as our ancestors. Even if we have to use a knife to cut off these mistakes, even if we are drenched in blood, we should still do it! Otherwise, the giant tumor of our ancestors' mistakes will continue to increase and one day, it will devour our bodies and we will die together! "
"Knowing the direction and what to learn is more important than learning and hard work!"
Fang Yun quietly drank cup after cup of tea.
After a long time, the duke looked up and said: "I don't want to admit it, but I can't refute it."
Fang Yun still didn't speak until he finished all the tea.
"Next pot," Fang Yundao said.
Duke Yansheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "How can you not know how precious dragon tea is? This pot contained three hundred years of production! My Kong Clan has been drinking this pot for over four hundred years and still hasn't finished it! "
"Others will wait for you, but I won't." Fang Yun quietly looked at the duke.
Duke Yansheng sighed as if he was enlightened.
"Yes, time and tide wait for no man! I've known you for decades, but I still can't let go of the words' gain and loss'. I still can't see through the words' give and take '. I still can't see myself clearly! "
After saying this, Duke Yansheng's face was filled with sadness as if he was mourning his youth.
"You've been standing on the mountain for too long. You can only see the white snow in the distance, but you can't see the new green sprouting from the foot of the mountain that will sweep the world! Do you know what kind of ability a great scholar needs to become a Half-saint? "Fang Yun asked.
"I don't know." Duke Yansheng said respectfully.
After all, he was not the real Half-saint.
At this moment, he didn't represent the Kong Clan, but himself.
His name was Kong Zhangxun. He was just a great scholar with the power of Half-saint.
Just a great scholar.
Fang Yun said with a friendly smile: "Only when a person has a vision that transcends the mundane world and a pair of eyes that can observe the mundane world and never only see one side of it, then they will be able to open the path to sainthood!"
Kong Zhangxun sat dazedly on the stone bench, sweating.
In Kong Zhangxun's eyes, countless memory fragments flowed. He studied, he had great ambitions, he took the imperial exams step by step, he fought on the battlefield, he sharpened himself everywhere, he married and had children, he rose in the Kong Clan step by step until he finally gathered all the glory and mission to become the current patriarch.
He thought that he was the pride of the heavens. For the Kong Clan, he had to give up the path to becoming a saint. He thought that he was the head scholar of a generation and could see the saintly path.
Only today did he understand.
It wasn't that inheriting Kong Sheng's power meant losing the chance to become a saint, but that the previous patriarchs of the Kong Clan didn't have the ability to become a saint.
Every single one of the Kong Clan's Clan Heads had always been high and mighty, and they had never been aware of such an important matter.
What was the world?
None of the previous patriarchs of the Kong Clan had seen the truth of the world!
After a long time, Kong Zhangxun let out a long sigh, the cold sweat on his body dissipated.
"Thank you for your teaching, this student … has let down my ancestors." Kong Zhangxun was ashamed.
Fang Yun said indifferently: "The Kong Clan has gone through so many generations, in your hands, it hasn't lost its reputation, it's commendable."
Kong Zhangxun smiled bitterly: "It's just holding on. If it wasn't for your planning, with the help of Carrying Mountain, outside of Inverted Peak Mountain, it would have been burnt to a crisp. "
"The Kong Clan didn't do well." Fang Yun said.
Kong Zhangxun thought for a while, then said seriously: "This student feels that your so-called scale and its details are very knowledgeable, can you teach this student in detail?"
Fang Yun didn't say a word, a stack of papers flew out from the void and landed in front of Kong Zhangxun.
There were three big words written on the papers.
Statistics.
Kong Zhangxun's hands trembled, he touched the papers like he was touching a treasure.
Fang Yun sighed in his heart, this subject had always been very important, but it was always neglected.
Fang Yun began to take out his own divine tea, boiled water, brewed tea, and drank tea.
Kong Zhangxun slowly flipped through it, he looked at it for a long time, and was silent for a long time, then said: "Old Man used the power of Half-saint, I can recognize every word, I can understand the general meaning, but I always feel … that I'm missing something, so I can't understand."
Fang Yun silently took back the papers, and said: "This Holy Path hasn't taken shape yet, you should first build up the foundation of mathematics."
"Yes." Kong Zhangxun's face was red.
Fang Yun thought that the ancient people were really honest, when he learned statistics, he would know that what was said just now had little to do with statistics.
"I've answered your question, now it's time for you to answer mine." Fang Yun looked at Kong Zhangxun.
At this moment, the two's attitudes were reversed.
Fang Yun seemed to be looking down on the patriarch of the Kong Clan.
Did all the scholars in the world respect the Kong Clan or Kong Sheng?
Kong Zhangxun pondered for a long time, and said helplessly: "Of course I respect Kong Sheng."
"Can the Kong Clan help Kong Sheng's reputation, or vice versa?"
Kong Changxun looked ashamed as he said, "Although this old man doesn't want to admit it, if I were to follow your example and jump out of the Kong Family and use a higher standard to examine the Kong Family, the Kong Family would actually be eroding Kong Sheng's reputation.
"However, the Kong Clan believes that it is because of the efforts of the Kong Clan that the human race can maintain the basic unity and avoid division. Without the Kong Clan, the human race will inevitably fall apart. "Fang Yun said.
Kong Zhangxun said seriously: "No matter what the outside world thinks, the Kong Clan has always held on to one point, and must eliminate any disaster for the human race!"
"What if the Kong Clan itself becomes a disaster for the human race?" Fang Yun asked.
Kong Zhangxun was stunned, and he remembered the story of the alien race that Fang Yun had just told him, and he remembered what Fang Yun had done these days, and his eyes suddenly widened.
Suddenly, everything became clear.
Then, Kong Zhangxun looked at Fang Yun in shock, and his eyes flickered.
Fang Yun was stunned. Kong Zhangxun's expression was too strange. What had happened? Even if Kong Zhangxun had discovered his intentions, it shouldn't be like this. Could it be that the Kong Clan didn't want to see the human race prosper, and would rather bury the human race for the sake of the Kong Clan's interests?
Fang Yun suddenly became alert.
Above Kong City, a cool breeze swept past.
Then, Kong Zhangxun sat on the stone bench in a daze, not saying a word.
Fang Yun didn't know what Kong Zhangxun was planning, and he didn't say anything, drinking cup after cup of tea.
Only when the sun rose did Kong Zhangxun's gaze stabilize.
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