Hsu Fengnian was speechless. He could only turn around and smile at Huang Man'er. In the next few days, His Royal Highness unexpectedly did not go to the Taoist Master Mansion, nor did he go to the Mount Hui Niu Gang. He stayed at Xiaoyao Temple obediently. He would either ask the old God of Swords about the flaws in his life-saving saber techniques or ask the old Taoist Master about the essence of the talismans in Mount Longhu. Especially the latter, he rarely met a junior at the foot of the mountain who was willing to let His Royal Highness enjoy being his master. He told him everything he knew. During this period, he especially went to the library at the top of the mountain and brought down many Taoist Cloud Talisman Secret Scriptures. The old and the young talked until dawn. Probably because he was afraid that his Royal Highness would say that he did not know anything, Zhao Xituan even picked up a few talisman incantations that were feared by ordinary Taoists. While he was cramming, he explained the mysteries to His Royal Highness. It should be known that Zhao Xituan was very talented when he was young. Unfortunately, he had the same problem as the Xuanyuan Great Plate. In every field, he did not ask for in-depth knowledge. After being provoked by His Royal Highness, he gritted his teeth and even piled the extremely obscure book of Taishang Zhengyi Dongxuan Law Collection on the table.
On this day, Xu Fengnian finally stopped strolling around at the foot of the mountain. He pulled Huang Man 'er, called Murong Wuzhu, and Murong Tonghuang to go to the back of the mountain behind a Taoist temple. Only Qing Niao followed them, holding a bamboo basket.
Murong Wu Zhu was probably careless that day, but after confiding in His Highness, who was wearing a tiger skin, she was much more at ease than her younger brother. She softly asked, "Your Highness, what are you doing?"
Huang Man'er said honestly, "Picking hawthorns."
Hsu Fengnian nodded and smiled, "When the old Taoist Master went to Beiliang to take my brother as a closed door disciple, he talked for a long time but did not get to the point. Only hawthorns are more pleasing to Huang Man'er."
Murong Wuzhu felt that this was unimaginable. Hsu Fengnian picked a hillside and sat down. Huang Man'er came and went like the wind. One handful of hawthorn after another, he quickly filled up the small bamboo basket. Blue Bird simply placed the bamboo basket on the ground. Murong Wuzhu was still at a lively age, so she went to pick the hawthorn with Blue Bird. Hsu Fengnian and Murong Tonghuang were sitting at a distance from each other, while the two Tiger Kui were rolling all over the mountain. A cool breeze brushed past his face. Hsu Fengnian closed his eyes and concentrated. He stroked the overlapping Spring Thunder Embroidered Winter and let his imagination run wild. The stones of other mountains could be used to improve jade. Even with the help of the Nine Bushels of Rice Wei Shuyang, it was still difficult to study the cloud pattern of the Fu Jiang Red Armor. However, after the guidance of the old Taoist Master Zhao Xituan, many of the obstacles were easily killed by the sloppy old Taoist who knew the secrets of heaven. This made him suddenly enlightened. The only pity was that he lacked a Buddhist monk who knew the secret. Otherwise, Hsu Fengnian was confident that he could completely turn the Fu Jiang Red Armor into something in his pocket.
Murong Tonghuang asked softly, "I heard that Your Royal Highness killed many scholars in Gangnam-do."
Hsu Fengnian said calmly, "Compared to Xu Xiao, it's still much less."
Murong Tonghuang frowned, "Why do you want to go against scholars? Don't you know that public opinion can confuse gold and make you and your father go down in history in infamy? "
Hsu Fengnian wiped the spring thunder with his slender fingers and said slowly, "The winner takes all. Think about it, the history books of the Eight Kingdoms of Spring and Autumn were all written by the historians of the Liyang Dynasty. For those who wanted their ancestors to be known as loyal ministers, even if they only left a dozen words for their descendants, they would not hesitate to become officials in the new imperial court. For those who wanted their fathers not to be known as traitorous ministers, they would even rush to the capital and rack their brains to please the Hanlin Emperor. They would cry and shout, wishing that they could present their wives and concubines with both hands. Isn't there a ridiculous story of someone who asked his wife to take off her clothes to warm his hands with her breasts? "
Murong Tonghuang said seriously, "Your Royal Highness, you can't generalize!"
Hsu Fengnian opened his eyes and said calmly, "I understand this. It's not that Xu Xiao didn't admire scholars from the bottom of his heart, but it seems that not many of them had a good ending. Xun Ping of Hezhou, who submitted the Twenty-One Treatises on Governance, was cooked by the people. Zhao Guangling vomited blood and died in the military tent outside the West Shu Imperial City. Li Yishan, who used to be a judge of civil and military affairs, was killed by some literary giants who were also scholars. He was implicated and finally escaped to Xu Xiao's side to survive. Of course, you can continue to say that this is a generalization. However, as a member of the Northern Liang Mansion, I have seen the graceful bearing of many famous people. Indeed, they can write beautiful poems. Regardless of whether it is killing with words or singing praises, they are all top-notch. Fame and fortune, fame and fortune. Do you know why the name comes before the word 'fortune'? Saint Zhang of the North once said that there were three immortals. The first was to establish virtue, the second was to establish one's words, and the third was to establish merit. This was the answer, and also the basis of why scholars looked down on martial artists. How many scholars went to establish virtue? Studying back and forth, the most they did was to establish their words. Establishing one's words, accumulating one's character, earning fame, bringing honor to one's ancestors, leaving one's name in the annals of history, how could they care about the people's hunger and hunger? "
Hsu Fengnian said softly, "When I was in Gangnam-do Baoguo Temple, I heard the famous scholars of Jiangnan talk about righteousness and profit. In the end, it was just a poor scholar who originally didn't have the qualifications to enter the banquet who sought profit for the people. What kind of scholars do you think those famous scholars are? They only know how to recite the wind, the flower, the snow and the moon, talk about profound mysteries, and if the whole world applauds, is it really good? Reading ten thousand books, there's no book that you don't read, no scriptures that you don't understand. Don't you know that there is a frozen bone outside the Vermilion Gate, is that a scholar's scholar? "
Hsu Fengnian laughed and said, "You might not believe it, but after Xiang Fan Confucian Wang Yangming committed suicide, he was originally at the top of the list of traitorous officials. It was Xu Xiao who had a quarrel with the old Grand Secretary, rolled up his sleeves and personally cut it off. And the history books of West Chu did not leave half a word about this scholar who once sat alone on the fishing platform for West Chu for ten whole years. This time, it was the old leader of the imperial court, West Chu's Old Grand Preceptor Sun Xiji who personally erased it. "
Murong Tonghuang was still persisting, but he was no longer as confident as he was at the beginning. Lowering his head, he said, "Scholars are still mostly good people."
Hsu Fengnian said self-deprecatingly, "I didn't say that I have to make life difficult for scholars. Besides, there are a lot of people and things that have no right or wrong to speak of. If we get into a dead end and insist on either one or the other, then there's no reason to speak of. "
Murong Tonghuang grunted.
Hsu Fengnian propped his chin on his hand and looked toward the bull, Da Gang. He muttered to himself, "That kid Wen Hua is still open-minded. I wonder where he is right now."
Murong Tonghuang was in a daze, lost in thought.
Hsu Fengnian turned his head and stretched out two fingers. Imitating the Taoist priests of the Charm and Spell Sect who subdued demons and exorcised devils, he pointed at Murong Tonghuang. Laughing heartily, he joked, "Urgent as the law commands, you evil creature who brings disaster to the country and the people, why haven't you shown yourself yet?"
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