The small soldiers on the frontier at the beginning killed Liu Ye, the Han God of War, and Lu Lingqi

Yingchuan Academy is located on a mountain. A bluestone staircase extends from the academy gate to the foot of the mountain, with a total of 999 steps.

Because it is made of bluestone, it is named Qingyun Ladder, which means walking flatly on the blue clouds.

"What a Yingchuan Academy!"

At the foot of the mountain, Liu Ye turned over and dismounted, looked up and looked ahead, with a look of shock on his face.

The entire academy is surrounded by a rich cultural atmosphere, making it look like a fairyland.

In it, Liu Ye could vaguely sense the holy intention.

Obviously, there are more than one volume of saint's handwriting hidden in the academy.

"Let's go."

After collecting the dragonborn and the beast into the territorial space, Liu Ye and Dian Wei climbed up the steps.

Out of respect, Liu Ye did not use too much strength and climbed up slowly like ordinary people. It was not until half an hour later that he reached the mountain gate.

"Who are you two?"

When they saw Liu Ye and Dian Wei, a young man in Tsing Yi came up to them.

"My Excellency, Liu Ye, is from Bingzhou. I have heard about Yingchuan Academy for a long time, and I am here to pay you a special visit this time."

Liu Ye bowed his hand in a humble and polite manner.

In such a place where literati gather together, it is not suitable to move out of official positions. Just become an ordinary literati.

While he was talking, he threw the Eye of Truth at the young man in front of him. Unfortunately, he was not a famous person in history, and he didn't even have any knowledge of literature.

In fact, if Liu Ye hadn't added a patch that one must understand Haoran's righteousness in order to step into literary practice, how could it be possible that someone with Yingchuan Academy on his back would not be able to achieve spiritual enlightenment.

Naturally, the young man didn't know that the man in front of him was the culprit for his inability to awaken. He looked at Liu Ye up and down, and then looked at Dian Wei, who was like an iron tower behind Liu Ye.

Upon seeing this, Liu Ye explained: "This is my guard."

Xu Shi saw that Liu Ye behaved modestly and politely, not like a thief. The young man hesitated for a moment and nodded: "In that case, just follow me."

"Thank you."

Following the young man around the academy, he finally stopped at a school.

"The dean is currently discussing matters with others. If the guests are not in a hurry, they can wait here for a while."

"On Tao?" Liu Ye became interested.

"I wonder if I can go in and listen?"

"It's possible, but it's just that the dean is a great scholar in the world, and what he talks about is too profound. I'm afraid that the guests will hear it as if it were written in heaven."

The young man smiled and shook his head, obviously not thinking Liu Ye could understand.

After the young man left, Liu Ye slowly entered the school without making a sound.

As for Dian Wei, he'd better stand guard outside, otherwise he might easily doze off if he goes in.

The internal area of ​​the school is very large, more than enough to accommodate one hundred and eighty people.

At this time, there were more than a dozen young students sitting cross-legged in the school, quietly listening to the discussion of the two old men on the podium.

"Huh? Mr. Zheng?"

Two old men sat opposite each other, one of them was Mr. Zheng.

As for the other one, he looks a bit older than Zheng Xuan. His literary aura almost reaches the sky. He is obviously also a great scholar.

The Eye of Truth opened, and Liu Ye got the old man's information.

【Name】: Xun Shu (Purple)

[Practice]: Literature and Taoism

[Realm]: Third-grade Confucian realm (perfection)

[Strength]: 1000 pounds

[Wen Qi]: 10 lines

[Supernatural power]: speaking the Dharma (little success), quoting scriptures (perfection), literary thoughts springing up (perfection), fighting with words (perfection), holding the Heavenly Constitution in the mouth (perfection), drawing the ground as a prison (perfection), walking on the clouds (perfection), writing to carry The Tao (Dacheng), the writing blooms (perfect), the photographic memory (perfect), the literary mind carves a dragon (perfect)

[Qi and blood]: None

[Physique]: None

【Health】：100

【Favorite】: 60

【Luck】: Blue

【Karma】: White

[Combat Power]: Extraordinary

"It's really him."

Xun Shu, known as the "God King", gave birth to eight sons. Because each of them had their own talents, they were also called the "Eight Dragons of the Xun Family".

His grandson Xun Yu was even more talented as a royal assistant. Half of Cao Cao's rise to power was due to this person.

Thinking of this, Liu Ye used his eyes of truth to scan the people in the audience again, and Liu Ye's eyes glowed green.

Guaiguai, they are all historical celebrities, Guo Jia, Xi Zhicai, Xun Yu, Xun You, Chen Qun, any one of them can be called a great talent in the world.

While Liu Ye was thinking about how to abduct these people, a loud voice like a bell came from the podium.

"Kang Chenggong said before that our generation of literati have gone astray. I don't know how to explain it?" It was Xun Shu who spoke.

"Before answering this question, I have something to ask Mr. Xun." Zheng Xuan calmly stroked his beard.

"Kang Chenggong, please speak."

"I dare to ask Mr. Xun why literati study." Zheng Xuan spoke slowly.

This question naturally did not trouble Xun Shu, a great Confucian: "Of course it is for the purpose of cultivating one's moral character, governing the country, and bringing peace to the world."

"Then how do you cultivate yourself, govern the country and bring peace to the world?" Zheng Xuan asked again.

"Read the books of sages and understand the way of saints!"

Hearing Xun Shu's answer, Zheng Xuan smiled: "Mr. Xun's words are wrong. In my opinion, the way of the saint is not the way of all living beings.

It should be noted that what you learn on paper will eventually become shallow, but you must know how to do it! "

As soon as he said these words, golden lotuses appeared all over Zheng Xuan, and the aura of literature and Taoism instantly filled the whole place.

This is a lotus flower spitting out of the mouth, a literary and Taoist vision that can only be aroused by a great Confucian.

When Liu Ye heard these words, his face looked a little strange.

If he hadn't known Zheng Xuan, he would have doubted whether the person on the stage was a time traveler like him.

But Xun Shu was a great Confucian after all, so naturally she would not be rendered speechless by just one word.

"I don't agree with what Mr. Kang Cheng said.

If the world's students must experience it firsthand before they can talk about the way to govern a country, why bother reading the books of sages.

The ancient sages overcame obstacles and established this road of literary practice. As long as we continue along this road, we will naturally reach the pinnacle of literary practice.

Blindly seeking the far away at the expense of the near will only lead you astray! "

boom!

With these words, Xun Shu used her literary power to suppress the literary anomaly caused by Zheng Xuan.

"How can the experience of predecessors guide the practice of future generations? Scholars of our generation must not rest on our laurels, but should keep pace with the times!"

Zheng Xuan's rebuttal was so convincing that if it wasn't for the wrong occasion, Liu Ye would have wanted to shout loudly.

"Kang Chenggong, please be careful when speaking. It is against etiquette to talk about saints and sages!"

As a descendant of Confucianism, Xun Shu always paid attention to respecting teachers and Taoism, and the ancient sages were the teachers of all literati in later generations.

Therefore, Zheng Xuan's words sounded quite rebellious to him.

When Zheng Xuan saw Xun Shu using "ceremony" to pressure him, he didn't know how to refute it for a while.

It is not that he disrespects the sages, but he feels that the experience of his predecessors may have been appropriate at the time, but may not be applicable to future generations.

"Then I dare to ask Mr. Xun, whether Dong Bansheng's method of deposing hundreds of schools of thought and respecting Confucianism is worthy of the respect of future generations of scholars!" Zheng Xuan chose to get straight to the point.

This time he asked the world, his biggest purpose was to get rid of the shortcomings of the world's literati who only thought about promotion and wealth.

And if he wants to get rid of this shortcoming, Dong Bansheng is a big mountain that he can't get around no matter what.

Regarding Zheng Xuan's question, Xun Shu did not answer directly, but just smiled and said: "Since Dong Bansheng can achieve the holy status through this way, there must be a reason for it. As a late learner, it is better not to judge the half-sage."

"The students think this is wrong!"

The sudden words stunned everyone present.

Good guy, two great Confucians are discussing Taoism, and someone dares to interrupt. Is it true that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers?

Zheng Xuan was also a little surprised and couldn't help turning his head to look at the audience.

He wanted to see which student was so bloody that he even dared to refute the words of his own dean.