Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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Wang Shouren smiled here, without the slightest hint of humor on his face: "If you can serve the king at the risk of death, this is something that the sages of the past generations have the courage to do. Such a person is in line with the way of a sage, and even more so. It deserves to be praised by the world.”

"But...does the king need the blood of his loyal subjects?

He suddenly asked a question.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere in this classroom became dignified.

Wang Shouren's face also returned to indifference. It has to be said that he is very good at demagoguery.

Fang Jifan, who had been standing quietly all the time, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and even smiled in his clear eyes. In fact, he already knew that Wang Shouren was going to rub those rotten scholars on the ground again.

It's really exciting.

What he saw in Wang Shouren was a vitality, even though Wang Shouren was much older than Fang Jifan, Fang Jifan could feel this vigorous vitality very clearly.

"unnecessary!"

Wang Shouren replied word by word: "Da Ming does not need such a loyal minister, nor does Your Majesty, and the people of the world do not need their blood. What Ming needs is that when the Tatars attack, the superior can People who stepped forward to fight against the Tartars. What His Majesty needs is that when he is in danger, if he asks what he can do, thousands of people who have received the grace of the country will stand up and tell His Majesty, No Tatar can cross the border, no Tatar can show off in our Daming border town, what His Majesty needs is Zhang Qian, and what he needs is Confucian scholars like Ban Chao."

"When the people of the world are in danger, someone needs to stand up and tell them firmly that the Tatars are not terrible, and the Tatars also have their weaknesses. Where are our strengths, where are our weaknesses, and where we can rely on Fight to the death with bandits. All the people in the world need someone to protect them.”

"The people sitting here today, although they don't dare to say that they have received the kindness of the country, they are all considered good families, and their lives are going well. Our expenses are ten times, or even a hundred times more than ordinary people. We have gorgeous Zhaizi, there are servants around us, ordinary people will definitely be short of breath when they see us. But if something happens, they only know how to fulfill their loyalty with blood, don’t you...don’t you think it’s ridiculous?”

Hearing this, everyone was shocked.

Emperor Hongzhi looked at Wang Shouren with piercing eyes, and gradually felt that there was some meaning.

This guy is so bold, to speculate whether I need loyal ministers or not in front of the crowd.

And in my name, I gave the answer directly.

At this time, Wang Shouren shook his head and said: "So loyalty to the emperor and the way only exist in the heart. If a person who has never read the books of sages can be loyal, then does he not have the way of sages? I think there is." .Jing Ke assassinated the King of Qin, and Jing Ke was loyal to Prince Dan of Yan. With his own strength, under the guard of thousands of Qin troops, he tried to attack and kill the King of Qin. Although he missed, his spirit can still be called Tao. Jing Ke is not a Confucian scholar, but he also has his own conscience."

"In fact, everyone has a conscience in the bottom of their hearts. Those who read the books of sages are not superior to others. The same is true for those who have not read the books of sages. Many people who have done it are the sages of Confucius. Reborn, will also praise the righteous deed."

"The way of a sage is in the heart. Since it exists in the heart, why do we need to search up and down like rotten Confucians. The way of the sage exists in the heart, we should spend our whole life to practice it, so there is practice! A gentleman has six arts. We learn the art of fencing and the art of killing. If we can learn the art of fencing, we will not be afraid when facing the Tatars. Look for the flaws of the Tatars, kill them, and protect the people behind them, this is your conscience, which is combined with your practice."

"In your conscience, you don't want to let the farmers work hard. You learn farming and learn how to make the food in the field grow better. You record the growth of the crops, write a book on agriculture, and promote it. In short, this is also the unity of knowing and doing.”

"There are 1.5 million scholars in the Ming Dynasty, and 1.5 million scholars. Everyone knows the way of a sage and has the heart of a sage. Everyone knows benevolent government, and they all know what is called loyalty and filial piety. There are thousands of scholars, if you pick any one and ask him what benevolence is, they can shake their heads and tell you: 'Benevolence is called benevolence', but..."

Wang Shouren stared at everyone, and continued word by word: "But among the one and a half million scholars, ninety-nine out of ten know what the way of a sage is, and they also have the heart of a sage, but they sit and talk about the way all day long, and they are dead reading. , talking about nature, talking about mountains and rivers. Then... such a person has the way of a saint and the heart of a saint. When people eat each other, they are useless, so they write poems about the suffering of the people in the world. When the flood floods and the world is reduced to hell, they neither build dams nor how to protect the people, so they are still useless as usual. "

"..."

Everyone was silent, feeling that they were being slapped severely by Wang Shouren, and their faces were burning and hurting.

At this time, Emperor Hongzhi was extremely shocked, and looked at Wang Shouren intently, looking thoughtful.

Fang Jifan stood at the door with his hands behind his back, smiling at Wang Shouren...

As expected, he is indeed his disciple, as sharp as him, although some places were taken away by him, but this mouth, the old man Wang Lang has been dead for a thousand years, and he has the ability to reincarnate to my Daming, Wang Shouren of our Fang family I will scold you to death again.

At this time, Wang Shouren raised his head, and under the candlelight, his thin face showed a stubborn look: "This is the person who I know the way of sages and sages, and this is the people who support them. People who eat the fat and the people, are these the scholar-bureaucrats of my Ming Dynasty? Many people were slaughtered in border towns, and when many people were naked, they could still close the door, keep their ears shut, and only read sages and sages Book, what is this? This is a disgrace! A disgrace to the scholar-bureaucrats!"

After finishing speaking, Wang Shouren lowered his head and concluded that he had finished speaking.

He obviously didn't intend to give other people a chance to criticize him anymore, so he packed up some debris on the podium and was about to leave.

In the school, everyone looked at Wang Shouren, but there was no sound.

Really... scolding too harshly.

Mr. Wang's words are especially sharp today.

Wang Shouren straightened Ru Shan on his body, and was about to lift his feet to leave.

Suddenly, someone said: "Mr. Wang is not talking empty talk. If the Tatars are in front of them, what difference will there be if they want to come and the scholars whom Mr. Wang criticizes?"

Everyone looked at the speaker in unison.

He was still the same scholar, with a disdainful look on his face, as if he was very dissatisfied with Wang Shouren and disagreed with Wang Shouren's words.

After all, if someone is slapped in the face, he will be ashamed.

When someone is slapped in the face, they will become angry from embarrassment.

This man belongs to the latter.

He refuses to accept it.

What are you pretending to be, you are talking nicely now, aren't you just talking too much?

All of a sudden, many people suddenly realized and started whispering in low voices.

Many of the people who came to attend lectures these days came to see Tudou, and many of them were listening to Wang Shouren's lectures for the first time.

Therefore, it is natural to be dissatisfied.

Wang Shouren ignored him and still wanted to raise his leg.

The man seemed to feel that he had hit Wang Shouren's sore spot, so he took the opportunity to continue, "It's all about boasting and talking, so why should you be so eloquent? You're right, when the students see the Tatars, they will be at war with each other." , shit, but what about Mr. Wang? If you think about it...he won't be much better than me."

"You mean a Tartar?"

Wang Shouren finally stopped and stared back at the man.

It's just...the eyes are stern.

But this thin man seemed to be only asking the Confucian scholar in a very calm tone.

Emperor Hongzhi still sat with a gentle smile, quite a bit of a meddlesome mentality.

Zhu Houzhao tugged at Fang Jifan's sleeve, and said in a low voice: "That kid looks at Yintang turning black, do you want to..."

"Don't make trouble, this is not a cow." Fang Jifan was very ashamed, he suddenly found that in front of Zhu Houzhao, he, a prodigal son, had become more and more like a good teacher and helpful friend.

And the Confucian scholar smiled at this time, and said: "You don't dare to come if you think about it, so..."

It's just that when he said so...

Suddenly, snap!

Wang Shouren's hand slapped the podium hard.

It was a wooden podium, very strong.

But it was a hard slap, and a deafening sound came out.

Everyone looked at Wang Shouren dumbfounded.

Wang Shouren smiled slightly, then turned around.

But at the moment when he turned around, the podium suddenly cracked, and he fell to the ground in an instant. In this quiet classroom, the sound was particularly ear-piercing.

No one expected that this palm... had such strength.

Although there is no strength of a thousand catties, in the army, I am afraid that only the bravest warriors can do it.

Everyone's pupils snapped.

Fang Jifan was dumbfounded. Although he knew that Wang Shouren was good at martial arts, his martial strength should not be too bad, but he really never expected... What this disciple is playing...is the Vigorous Palm?

Everyone was stunned.

Even around Emperor Hongzhi, a group of people who looked like scholars were suddenly nervous, as if they were facing a big enemy. They seemed to have seen some kind of unspeakable danger from Wang Shouren, and they couldn't help but want to take their own long sleeves. Inside, take out the dagger that was hidden.

But Emperor Hongzhi immediately stopped him with a look.

I saw Wang Shouren stepping down the podium step by step. He didn't look back, but left a sentence: "If one Tatar is in front of me, it's not enough. In my opinion, twenty of them are enough. Be my opponent!"

"..."

After leaving these words behind, Wang Shouren had already walked out of the classroom door. In his thin body, it was impossible to see the huge force that had erupted just now.

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