v5 Chapter 117： Scholar Road Gentleman Church

In Xuzhou, the Zhongwu Army Jiedong Qin Zongquan stood at the head of the city and looked at the iron armour that stretched out like a sea.

The nature of the siege was Zhu Wen's soldiers. It was only in a short period of ten months that Zhu Wenji's troops had expanded from 100,000 to more than 600,000. Xuanwu Army did not expand too much. Other soldiers came from the town of Fan who was subdued by Zhu Wen.

Today, Zhu Wen is armed with 400,000 and is attacking Xuzhou in a big way. Qin Zongquan heard the news. He didn't even have the courage to lead the Zhongwu Army to fight. He just ordered a contraction of troops, abandoned the northern states and counties, and gathered the main forces to stick to Xuzhou City for assistance.

At this moment, Qin Zongquan's eyes fell in front of the army outside the city. There is a battle line there with only five hundred people, but there is a tendency to puff the world. Whether it is Qin Zongquan or General Zhongwu Army, you don't need to feel too much to feel the pressure on your shoulders.

The five hundred armored men in white clothing wins the snow, and the silver armor holds the spear. Everyone floats in midair and stands higher than the city wall of Xuzhou.

"That's the road soldier that Zhu Wenlai swept across all the fan towns?" Wu Hou's eyes were low and his voice was heavy. "Five hundred real monks, wearing amulets and holding magic weapons, how can the soldiers match?"

In addition to Qin Zongquan's look, there was still a strong anxiety. He heard his words chilling: "Since ancient times, the princes of the world have been chasing the Central Plains. Although there are also many monks involved, there is no shortage of reincarnation immortals. The law deceived the enemy's leader and the will of the prince to achieve a great victory. However, it is unheard of for the Immortal Corps to go directly to the lower bound! If the war was fought like this, what deeds would the world princes compete for? It's long gone to the door! "

Wu Hou's eyes changed: "Daomen has held the orthodox world for so many years, and there is no reason ... Dao Bing didn't have it before, and the last time was during the chaos of the late Qin Dynasty. At that time, Fang Ping, the elite army of the Great Qin Dynasty, was not long ago. The fighting power is still at its peak, and it can be described as invincible. The heroes of the world can't compete with it. If the immortals have puzzled the minds of the court ministers, they will also send Taoist soldiers to the underworld. Those elite corps led by famous soldiers will have put out the chaos. ... "

Qin Zongquan slammed his fist on the female wall, his eyes gradually turned red, and he gritted his teeth: "Now that these are useless, when will His Royal Highness arrive?"

As early as when Li Yong was pacifying Hedong, Qin Zongquan ordered Wu Gou to go to Hedong to meet Li Ye, seeking an alliance to jointly deal with Zhu Wen, who had the support of Daomen.

At that time, Li Zhi was tough and refused to agree to the alliance. Instead, he let the Zhongwu Army unilaterally obey orders. Qin Zongquan still had trouble.

Fortunately, Qin Zongquan did not tear his face with Li Xun and completely rejected Li Xuan's order, which only kept the possibility of cooperation between the two sides.

This time Zhu Wen swept across the Central Plains and sent troops to attack Xuzhou. Qin Zongquan sent someone to Pinglu for help early, hoping that the Pinglu army could take action.

In the whole world, only Pinglu, who also has a large monk group, can deal with Zhu Wen and save the Zhongwu army.

Wu Hou said: "The messenger has already been sent out. It should have been back long ago. The reason why no message has been returned is that His Royal Highness is also considering ..."

In Wu Gou's opinion, Li Zhi had absolutely no reason not to support the Zhongwu Army. Once the Zhongwu Army is destroyed, Zhu Wen will not have a worthy opponent in the Central Plains. By then, the boundary between the Yellow River in the north, the Huai River in the south, the sea in the east, and Tongguan in the west will fall into Zhu Wen's hands.

The Central Plains has been rich since ancient times and has many people. Although the wealth of Huainan has surpassed that of the Central Plains at present, the Central Plains still has the largest population. If Zhu Wen were to occupy the Central Plains completely, it would be the foundation of a real great cause.

...

Pinglu, Qingzhou City.

An Wangfu Government Affairs Hall is full of people, the main seat is empty, and Cui Keli is seated next, followed by generals such as Liu Dazheng and Shangguan Qingcheng. Now Cui Keli is presiding over the discussion, and now everyone is discussing whether it is necessary to send troops to rescue Xuzhou and how to rescue them.

In the days when Li Yan was not in Pinglu, Cui Keli was in power and Liu Dazheng was in the army. Whenever major events happened, everyone would discuss them together.

"Zhu Wen swept across the towns of Central Plains. The rescue letter we received was not one or two times. The reason why we did not send troops was to be afraid of the batch of Xianting Daomen. Now the Dao soldiers are not damaged. Ethnic monks, otherwise they would not have the power to fight with them. But if all the monks from Pinglu left Pinglu, once Zhu Wen entered the situation, Pinglu would be in danger. "

It ’s Liu Dazheng who speaks, and he ’s fairly modest. “And Pinglu ’s immediate task is to stabilize the north, to govern the various towns, and to establish His Highness’ authority in the north. This is also the plan set by His Highness before leaving. So this It will still be that sentence, until His Highness returns, Ping Lujun is not involved in the Central Plains war. "

Cui Keli groaned for a moment and slowly said: "If you don't save the Zhongwu Army, then Zhu Wen will get the entire Central Plains. Once His Highness does not return in time, Zhu Wen pours" Henan "soldiers to attack Pinglu and" Hebei ", we will No answer. "

The opinions of the two basically represented the meaning of the officials. The opinions of the officials present were divided into two factions, and they had been arguing for many days without any result. Same thing today.

After the discussion was over, Cui Keli, Liu Dazheng, and Shangguan Qingcheng remained in the hall.

At this time, Cui Keli could not hesitate to say what he thought, and he sighed and said with emotion: "The world is fighting, in the final analysis, it is the people in the world who are fighting. For example, the Xianting on the sidelines today, even the monks monks To join in, is this still a battle between the worlds? "

"Although there are monks in the world, after all, there are very few, and there are very few real people. In front of the monks and monsters, how are all sentient beings different from ants? Once a shot is made in fairyland, you can destroy a city and let One hundred thousand people have turned into dust. Is this still a fight in the world? "

After he finished speaking, Liu Dazheng and Shangguan fell silent in silence.

At this time, a loud voice came from the door: "This troubled world is not only a turbulent world, but a world disaster. What is a catastrophe? A great chaos. What is called a chaos if the soul is not killed or injured? Xianfan It was one body, and this catastrophe swept the world, which is also the meaning it should have. "

Cui Lili and others looked out the door, but did not see anyone, but they did not have a strange look on their faces.

The red baby was talking. When they were discussing, the other party was also listening, but they did not show up to participate in the debate.

Cui Keli frowned: "Xian Fan is one, but Xian Fan is not distinguished! In fact, the official never thought that things in the world should be blended and decided by the immortals. Since the immortals don't care about rain and rain, they benefit Cangsheng, then all things should be done by mortals, and the immortals only need to escape from the fairy realm. Whenever troubled times, how does Xianting intervene in the dispute? It is not a good thing for Xianfan to be one, this world should not have Whatever the will, public opinion is enough! "

The red baby laughed: "It's useless to tell me about this. This is the situation now. Do you want to change it?"

Cui Keli frowned and straightened his eyes, "In the final analysis, this is the situation of Daomen, not my Confucianism! Not even the people of the world!"

The red baby didn't speak again, and seemed to be lost in thought.

At the end, before Cui Keli got up, he said to Shangguan Qingcheng and Liu Dazheng: "Please also ask the two generals to prepare for the battle in case of emergency."

"This is natural." Liu Dazhengdao said, "This is necessary regardless of whether the Pinglu army is fighting."

After leaving the palace, Cui Keli did not return to the government office or the mansion, but went to a school in the east of the city.

This academy was built by Cui Keli and approved by Li Zhi. It is larger than private students. It now has 3,000 students, and it has a wider source of disciples than Taiyuan College. It has both official and civilian students.

According to the academy's course schedule, every five days, there is a time for Cui Keli to teach. No matter how busy his administration is, he will come on time when the time comes.

There were only thirty book cases in the room where Trike was teaching, but hundreds of people came to the class. Not only the corridors outside the house, the yard was crowded, even the walls of the yard were full of disciples. This is very unusual for Confucian scholars who have always been courteous.

Fortunately, Cui Keli was trained by a master, but he didn't have to worry about someone not hearing him.

After the lecture, when Cui Keli left the academy, it was already setting sun.

A scholar stands outside the academy.

The setting sun stretched his shadow long on the street.

"Brother, Yangzhou Wenhui, and the other three wise men, comment on the world Confucian, and then set the list of Bajie Seventy-two Junyan, you really do not want to go?" Zhang Zhongsheng asked arched, and there was no anger in the eyebrows.

He had already left Pinglu, but now it is nearing June. Cui Keli, who had promised to go to Yangzhou earlier, suddenly said that he was not ready to go south, and he came to ask.

Cui Keli shook his head: "The situation in the Central Plains is changing, and Pinglu's affairs are complicated. He is really inseparable from his brother."

Zhang Zhongsheng heard the words, and the anger in his eyes became stronger, so that his voice suddenly became a bit louder: "As a Confucian disciple, knowing this literary society is a great event for Confucianism! With the talent of my brother, after years of precipitation, It may not be in the top eight list. At that time, it will be known to the world, to respect the scholars of the world, and to praise the scholars of later generations. Isn't it more important than the trivial affairs? "

Trekly was silent. He knew very well that if he didn't go to Yangzhou, let alone rank eight, it might not even have the identity of Seventy-two Junyan.

Yangzhou is the governor of the Huainan Jiedushi. Today, the Huainan Jiedushi is a high power, and has already convinced most towns in Huainan. It is a vassal of the world. Confucianism held a cultural conference in Yangzhou to evaluate the world's scholars, but it did not mean that the talents were used by Gao Yong.

In other words, the last prince chosen by Confucianism was Huainan Gaopi.

Cui Keli did not directly answer Zhang Zhongsheng's question. He turned to look at the plaque on the academy and asked Zhang Zhongsheng, "You know, why did you want to run this academy for your brother?"

Zhang Zhongsheng didn't expect the other person to suddenly talk about this crop, slightly staggered, and was curious: "Why?"

Cui Keli, who was bathed in the setting sun, had a certain kind of glory in his eyes. "Everyone in the world said that the scholars of the Confucian school are useless and prosperous in times of trouble. They can only deal with the heads and tails of the soldiers and have a humble status; in the prosperous times, the scholars enter the court, but they are busy suppressing the soldiers, fighting for power, or flattering, or seeking fame in the history. "

"So all the people in the world joked about Confucianism, saying that after the quarrels of Confucianism, Confucianism has become the most unrecognizable, and it is simply the forgotten ancestors of the past. 'Everything can be said ...'

He turned around and looked at Zhang Zhongsheng: "Yangzhou Wenhui, in the final analysis, is just a talk. Even the so-called Bajie Seventy-two Toshihiko, can be given to this door sacred instrument, so that the power of the article's education is greatly increased. More people are loyal to Jun, but in my eyes, this is not more important than the government order that can solve the problem of autumn harvest in a village! "

Zhang Zhongsheng lowered his face: "Brothers think so?"

He clearly disagreed with the other party's assertion.

Cui Keli did not argue with Zhang Zhongsheng, and Fu looked up at the plaque of the academy. Xu Xu said: "The princes all think that in troubled times, you do n’t need to use Confucian scholars, because you know the way of the battlefield, and it is more important to know how to cultivate. It is enough for Zizhi to govern the country. So in the era of contention among Confucian schools, our Confucianism did not make much of an achievement. It was not until the time of Emperor Hanwu that it really began to make a big difference. "

"However, the scholars do not go to the battlefield in troubled times, they do not go to the border in the prosperous times, have not seen the blood of the desert, and have not seen the bones of the troubled times, they will forget why the world should be ruled, and why scholars should join the court!"

"The scholars I want are not such scholars. The scholars I want are those who can do something in troubled times, and have more achievements in the prosperous times. They can both calm down and govern the world! There are such scholars in The troubled world can be calm, the prosperity can be ruled, and the world can truly let the world manage it! "

"In this way, the people of the world will not be disappointed by the current situation, not overwhelmed by hard life, or because they are not educated and foolish in mind, go to burn incense and worship Buddha, and ask for blessings from the immortals!"

"If the world is really prosperous, the temple Taoist temple should not have incense, and the immortals do not need to exist!

"The immortal will not die, the world will die! The real scholar, when he is still alive and prosperous, will give the people thousands of well-being, worship with incense, and kill the heavenly immortals!"

"Set your heart for the heavens and the earth, make your life for the living people, stop learning from the saints, and open up peace for all the world. This is what scholars should do! This is why I am Cui Keli, who runs this academy!"

These words are like Jin Ge, better than Lei Yin.

The words came to an end, but Cui Keli did not turn back.

His figure is not great, but he has light on his shoulders.

Zhang Zhongsheng was silent, thoughtfully.

At half a moment, he woke up with a terrified horror, watching Cui Keli's eyes cast a strong panic, and cried out, "You ... no wonder you don't go to the Yangzhou Cultural Association, it turns out ... the original you I want to open a new door and become a school of Confucianism! "

Crickly slammed his sleeves and sneered, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Zhongsheng was speechless.

Because he discovered a more terrifying fact.

Cui Keli has Jinhui on her body.

He used to think it was the setting sun.

And now he found that it wasn't.

He stepped back three steps, pointed to Cui Li, and stared at each other: "Wen ... Wen Sheng! You ... You are going to achieve the state of Wen Sheng ?! How is this possible!"

Trickley didn't answer.

He just stared at the plaque in the college.

That is his ambition and hope, the Tao that he can die to the Tao.

College name: Gentleman Church.