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

"Don't you know that only craftsmanship can refine ore?"

Hearing Zheng Xuan praise Liu Ye fiercely before, he thought that Liu Ye was a literary talent cultivated by a certain family, but he didn't expect that he didn't even know this bit of common sense. It was really strange.

"Well, I dare to ask Mr. Meng, how to obtain this craftsmanship?"

Liu Ye also didn't expect that the rules of this world were so mysterious. It seemed that some of the knowledge from previous lives may not be applicable here.

"It's very simple. Join our Mo family and I will teach you the forging method." Mr. Meng looked at Liu Ye with a smile, looking like a big bad wolf tempting Little Red Riding Hood.

"Hey! Old Mengtou, please don't mislead me. This is my genius who is a Confucian poet. How can I learn the blacksmithing method?"

Zheng Xuan, with the old god at his side, quit and immediately stopped him.

"You Confucians are nothing, but I, the Mohist family, are the strongest."

I don’t know what exactly Meng Lao has been through. A descendant of the noble Confucian Yasheng, but he is crazily belittling his ancestor’s school of thought.

"You fart!"

Zheng Xuan didn't care about etiquette at this time and just started to complain.

Seeing the two old men suddenly quarreling with each other, Liu Ye was also quite worried.

"Um... let's stop arguing, two seniors. Can't we practice the two families' methods at the same time?"

Liu Ye has long felt that the practice of literature and Taoism is a bit abnormal. A hundred schools of thought contend, but they cherish each other, and in the end they even become a single family. How can this spark of wisdom collide?

As a modern person, Liu Ye thinks this is very bad.

Anyway, he has no so-called scholastic views. As long as it is useful knowledge, it is good knowledge.

However, after hearing Liu Ye's words, both of them shook their heads.

"You can only specialize in one school of literature. The essence of literature cultivated by different schools will be different, so it is impossible to coexist." Zheng Xuan explained aloud.

When Liu Ye heard this, he was stunned.

In this case, wouldn't it be impossible to achieve the [Forging New Talent] achievement forever?

"Is there really no possibility at all?" Liu Ye was a little reluctant.

"Yes, there is, but it doesn't make sense."

Mr. Zheng seemed to suddenly remember something, and then shook his head.

Liu Ye is in a hurry, don't say half of what you say!

"Please give me your words, Mr. Zheng."

Seeing Liu Ye's persistence, Zheng Xuan had no choice but to say: "If you want to study other schools of thought at the same time, you can only gather your literary mind and become a great Confucian."

"The fundamental reason why the great Confucian scholars can travel in the long river of literature and art, and follow every word that comes out, is that the heart of literature replaces the heart of heaven, and the spirit of literature evolves all things in the world."

"Although I have not yet reached the realm of Confucianism, since even all things in the world can evolve, it is not a problem to transform into the literary spirit of other schools."

"Those who can achieve great Confucianism are already strong-willed people, so how can they change other methods?"

"You mean that literary heart can transform the essence of literary spirit?" Liu Ye keenly grasped the key point of Zheng Xuan's words.

"That's right, condensing one's literary mind means that literary education has entered a state of great success and no longer needs to be limited to so-called school distinctions."

Zheng Xuan nodded affirmatively.

The realm of Confucianism is what he has been pursuing all his life, so he naturally knows a lot.

"That's enough!"

Liu Ye was sure.

He certainly won't be able to achieve greatness in a short time, but he has a literary heart.

"What's done?"

Zheng Xuan was stunned.

"Well, what I mean is that since the Confucian realm can practice all kinds of Dharma, then I can also try to practice the Mohist Dharma."

Liu Ye didn't dare to say that he had gathered Wen Xin, so he could only find an excuse to get around it.

"Nonsense!" When Zheng Xuan heard this, he stood up in shock.

"Alas, Lao Zheng, what do you mean by this? Why do you dare to stop me from accepting a disciple?"

Mr. Meng pulled Liu Ye behind him rather domineeringly, rolled up his sleeves and got ready to do it.

He really couldn't beat a warrior of the same level or even two levels lower, but he could easily beat a weak literary cultivator.

Who makes him have a high level of literature and art? Those magical powers have no effect on him at all.

“Lao Meng, why are you still making such nonsense!

His attainments in poetry are so high that he is respected among his peers.

If you modify the Mohist method, you are simply destroying your future! "As a giant of Confucianism, he cannot sit back and watch a Confucian genius go astray.

"Then I don't care. Since Mr. Liu is interested in casting, I can't turn him away.

Besides, today's Confucianism has long since deteriorated, and it doesn't matter if we don't cultivate it. "

Seeing Mr. Meng's appearance of cutting meat, Zheng Xuan felt angry and anxious, so he could only change his target, looked at Liu Ye, and said seriously: "Little friend, listen to my advice, the Mohist way has declined and has no future. "

"Well, you old fool, you can slander someone if you can't win over them, right?

Mr. Liu, don't listen to his nonsense. Confucianism is too deep for you to grasp. It's not as easy as learning to blacksmith from me. "

Seeing that the two were quarreling again, Liu Ye could only stand up and explain: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zheng, I have to practice the Mohist way.

But don’t worry, I will not give up on Confucianism either.

Since the ancient sages were able to explore a path of practice despite having nothing, I believe that I can also create a path to heaven that can cultivate all dharma. "

This was of course Liu Ye's fault. His ability to practice all kinds of techniques was entirely due to his concentration of Wen Xin in advance.

This path is not universal at all, it is the only one with no semicolon.

The key thing is that Zheng Xuan doesn't know.

Seeing that Liu Ye dared to take ancient sages as his life goal at such a young age, he admired him but also felt a little ashamed.

After living for most of his life, in the end, no young man has ever seen clearly.

All along, they have just picked up the wisdom of their predecessors and never thought of creating a new path for the people of the world.

"I have learned a lesson." Zheng Xuan bowed to Liu Ye.

Liu Ye quickly dodged and said, "Why is Mr. Zheng like this? This kid is a newborn calf and is not afraid of tigers. His words are somewhat arrogant. I hope Mr. Zheng can forgive me."

He didn't dare to accept this gift.

"Haha, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers." Zheng Xuan laughed and then looked at Meng Huan.

"Since you want to teach, then teach well. If you dare to hide it, I will go to the Meng family for no reason. Telling you about the Meng family will only mislead others."

"Do you still need to tell me? We in the Mo family have always loved everyone. As long as we want to learn, we will definitely teach everyone.

Unlike your Confucian school, which breaks a lot of rules. "

It can be said that Mr. Meng never misses an opportunity to ridicule Confucianism, and he doesn't know what the hatred is.

However, Zheng Xuan couldn't care less about these verbal disputes now. The literary energy in his body suddenly changed, and there were faint signs of condensed literary heart.

Without even having time to say goodbye, a cloud of blue clouds rose into the sky and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving Liu Ye stunned.

"No need to make a fuss, it's just a Confucian magical power."

It could be heard that there was a hint of sourness in Mr. Meng's tone.

Although he looks down on Confucianism, he just can't stand the domineering behavior of Confucianism.

In terms of the number of magical powers alone, Confucianism is definitely second to none.

"Okay, now that the troublemaker is gone, I will officially teach you the casting method."

"But I still have to ask you one last question, are you sure you want to switch to the Mohist practice?

Once you start, there is no turning back. "

In a responsible attitude, Mr. Meng couldn't help but remind him.

"I'm sure." Liu Ye nodded affirmatively.

With the prototype of Wenxin here, there is nothing to hesitate about. Anyway, you can switch it at will.

"Okay, in that case, let me first briefly tell you about our Mohist practice system."