Chapter 919: The deadline (please ask for monthly tickets)

Chapter 919

"clang!--"

When the loud bells came again from the palace, the new year also kicked off. When the sound of the bell came, dazzling fireworks suddenly rose from all over the capital. A child, wearing a thick cotton jacket, rushed to the streets, laughing and laughing.

"Squeak!"

Fang Yun opened the door and walked out of the room. At the same time, other servants and servants also walked out of the room, with joy on their faces, breathing the first breath of the New Year with some expectation.

"Young Master!"

"Young Master!..."

Seeing Fang Yun, the servants laughed and greeted each other. Although Fang Yun was already a prince and a governor, the people in the mansion were still used to calling him the young master affectionately.

Fang Yun smiled and nodded, walking alone in the yard. He had been staying in the New Year for several hours, and he could only stay in the room. It was rare to come out at this time, so he naturally had to breathe.

The air at night is very cold and fresh, making people feel clear-headed and able to think better about problems. The future is still a mess, and Fang Yun needs to think carefully about where to go in the future.

"Sharp!~"

Fang Yun thought with his eyes and walked alone in the yard. Before he knew it, the sound of fireworks in his ears and the sound of children's play became lower and lower. The Hou's mansion also began to become quieter and quieter.

After all, the night is already deep, and the excitement of the New Year is ultimately impossible to withstand the waves of sleepiness that swept through. Many people cannot stand the cold outside, and finally return to the room and fall asleep peacefully.

"Is it Yun'er?"

An old voice came from afar, faintly, with some kind of comforting and calming power.

Fang Yun was shocked and raised his head. In the corridor not far away, an old figure sat next to the stone guardrail, facing his back to himself, silently staring at the blooming plum blossoms in the garden.

"Grandpa!"

Fang Yun was shocked and woke up. He quickly walked over: "Grandpa, it's so cold outside, why are you here alone? Come into the room quickly."

Fang Yun said, lifting off the fox fur cloak on his body and covering it on the old man.

The old man waved his hand and smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. Although my grandfather does not practice martial arts or prevent the cold department, he will not invade all evil spirits after practicing the breath in his heart. Even if he is touched by the cold wind, it will not have any effect."

Fang Yun felt a little relieved when he heard this. After thinking for a while, he lifted his clothes and sat down next to his grandfather. He looked up at the sky and realized that it was too late.

"It's too late for outsiders. Go back and rest."

Fang Yun advised that the old man was old after all. Although Confucianism practiced a breath of mighty aura and claimed that all evil was invincible, he still had a body and body, and would have birth, old age, sickness and death, and the five declines of heaven and man.

"It's okay. It's very special tonight. Grandpa wants you to sit with me and see the cold plums in this garden. Is that OK?"

The old man said.

"Um."

Fang Yun hesitated for a moment, nodded and agreed. Although he was worried about his grandfather's health, it shouldn't matter if he just sat for a while.

The Zilong Garden is very quiet, with old and young sitting side by side, silently looking at the plum blossoms all over the garden, snow falling like a curtain, constantly falling from the sky.

"Yun'er, do you know what Confucianism is?"

The old man looked at the plum blossom forest in front of him and said lightly.

Fang Yun was stunned for a moment and replied immediately:

"The grandson dares not talk nonsense. Confucian culture has a long history and is profound. Although the grandson knows how to capture some poems, he dares not talk nonsense to understand Confucianism and Taoism."

"hehe."

The old man smiled and nodded, as if he was quite satisfied with Fang Yun's reply:

"I have been studying the Confucian way for a lifetime, but I have never been able to study it thoroughly. However, since I moved back to my ancestral home in the suburbs of the city, I suddenly understood. Confucianism is actually very simple. If the word Confucian word is separated, it is the word "man" and the word "need". Confucianism is necessary for people, and the so-called way of Confucianism is the way of human beings!"

The old man's eyes showed a look of memories. Most of his life's experience kept passing through his mind, shook his head, and said with a slight slightest:

"Man is human ethics! I have practiced Confucianism for a lifetime and abandoned my son and daughter. Only in my later years did I understand the true meaning of Confucianism!"

The old man looked quite emotional.

"Grandpa..."

Fang Yun stared at the old man in a daze.

"Yun'er, the martial arts you practiced. You should know that a mouthful of righteousness in Confucianism can easily shake people in the evil way to death. But I ask you, do you know what good righteousness is?"

The old man paused and continued to ask.

Fang Yun thought in his eyes, pondering silently. Tonight, he always felt that his grandfather seemed a little strange. It seemed a little different. But what was different is not too late to think about it.

"Haoran righteousness..."

Fang Yun thought about it and said that from the perspective of martial arts, Haoran's righteous energy should be a kind of true energy of heaven and earth, but what my grandfather wanted was definitely not this. After thinking about it, Fang Yun spoke:

"The righteous energy of the great and righteous energy is the most yang and strong, belongs to the things in the world, and is in the east of the evil aura. It belongs to the upright things in human nature, gathered together and manifested power..."

The old man smiled and shook his head. Fang Yun immediately knew that what his grandfather wanted was not the answer. He immediately stopped and said nothing.

"The heaven and earth have righteous energy, and they are mixed and given their shapes. The lower part is the river and the upper part is the sun and the higher part is the sun and the higher part is the sun and star. It is called Haoran, and the abundant nature is blocked by the darkness..."

Liu Zhengxun's eyes showed a fascination and sighed in a stern voice.

"This is what my teacher once said to me. Today, my grandfather also passes it to you. The essence of this world is the great energy. Whether it is the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, etc., it is all caused by this righteous energy. You say, what evil demons and heretics are there between heaven and earth that cannot be controlled by the great energy?"

Fang Yun was shocked, and his whole body felt as if he was struck by thunder. His grandfather's words were unprecedented and he had never heard of them before. His grandfather said these words as a great scholar, and naturally he was convinced. It was not something Fang Yun could guess from the heretics. In a trance, Fang Yun felt that he had some enlightenment. This feeling was vague and uncertain, as if he was close and separated, and only a little bit away, he could catch it.

"So, Confucianism never practices martial arts, and can still shake the evil demons to death..."

Liu Zhengxun looked at Fang Yun, smiled imperceptibly, and turned his head again. Today's night was particularly quiet, with faint scent of cold plum blossoms floating in his nose.

Liu Zhengxun slowly raised his head and looked up at the top of his head. In a place that ordinary people cannot see with their naked eyes, a vast and boundless river of great energy, like silver gauze, traversing between the world.

This long river of great energy has tens of millions of tributaries, connected with the thoughts of the land of Jiuzhou, the millions of Confucian scholars and students, and then gathered in the palace of Shangjing City, turning into a vast dynasty fortune, blessing above the entire dynasty.

For thousands of years, from Yin, Shang and Dazhou, I don’t know how many Confucian scholars, students and great Confucians’ upright ideas have been integrated into this great river that will support the world!

However, now, this long river of great energy is becoming thinner, and the qi veins connected to the hearts of scholars in the world are breaking down one by one. Liu Zhengxun had not felt it so obviously before, but now, he clearly felt a sense of silence and death from this long river of great energy!

This is the great disaster of heaven and earth, and the extinction of the Confucian system!

Even though the change of dynasties has affected this river of great energy, this kind of message has never been sent. But now, although this river of great luck is still strong, it has emitted a smell of silence and death.

Liu Zhengxun was familiar with the classics and history and knew that this situation had only one era. That was the Middle Ages!

For any great scholar, witnessing this gradual process with his own eyes is a great cruelty. Perhaps, he is considered lucky.

"Yun'er, this is a book "Jinglun" compiled by my grandfather in recent years. It brings together my grandfather's lifelong insights into Confucianism. Among your brothers, you are the most accomplished in this regard. Now, it will be passed on to you!"

Liu Zhengxun suddenly took out a thread-pack booklet with ink fragrance from his arms and handed it over.

Fang Yun was shocked, and suddenly he understood what was wrong. Grandpa’s questions and entrusts this book. How could he look like he wanted to leave his life's gains to himself and make a will?

Fang Yun looked at his grandfather carefully, and he was shocked when he saw it. After a while, his grandfather seemed to have grown much older. Although he was old, he was energetic and bright in his eyes, making people feel like he didn't look like an old man at all. But now, although his appearance has not changed much, his eyes suddenly became dim.

Such a change in his eyes immediately made it no different from a real old man. It gave people a feeling that he seemed to get older in an instant. What made Fang Yun even more uncomfortable is that the "unrestrained Great Method" he practiced was the most familiar with the soul.

But at this moment, Fang Yun felt that his grandfather's soul strength was rapidly declining.

"Grandpa!..."

Fang Yun shouted in a trembling voice. He grabbed the old man's body quietly. He transmitted a stream of true energy in order to cleanse his meridians and do something.

"Haha, Yun'er, do you feel it? My husband knows that he can't cheat you. My deadline has arrived!"

The old man chuckled, his face light and light. His calm voice exploded in Fang Yun's heart like a bomb.

"Grandpa!"

Fang Yun screamed in shock, and finally couldn't help but hug the old man tightly. His true energy rushed in frantically. He washed his body over and over again, trying to change his body and extend his life.

"it's useless!"

The old man smiled and calmly pushed Fang Yun's hand away: "All great scholars will feel it in advance when the deadline is approaching. I already felt it before you came to visit me that day."

"Grandpa, you..."

Fang Yun hugged the old man tightly, his nose felt sore, and he finally couldn't help but shed tears. He suddenly understood why his grandfather agreed so directly and so readily.

Fang Yun never thought that the family had just met and was facing such separation. The intuition of the great Confucian Confucian scholars has always been extremely keen. The old man said this, basically it was impossible to change!

"Yun'er, you forgot. Grandpa is actually just an ordinary old man, and sooner or later there will be such a day. It's just a matter of sooner or later!"

Liu Zhengxun patted Fang Yun on the shoulder, and An Wei Fang Yun turned around. I wondered if it was an illusion, but Fang Yun felt that his eyes were even more turbid and his back became more hunched.
Chapter completed!