It's not that there are no women guarding the pavilion in this world. About a year ago, a middle-aged Confucian scholar named Mo Ranruya came to Luochuan County. For the first time, Zong Chentian met this sudden Confucian scholar. He also gave him money to build a school here, and Zhang Ling, who was originally studying elsewhere, was also arranged by Zong Chentian to move here.
As soon as the middle-aged Confucian scholar came, he proposed that men and women should study together, which aroused dissatisfaction among the people who came to study. Since ancient times, women have not been talented, and marriage is discussed at the age of one. How can a dignified man study with a woman? But the Confucian scholar ignored the words of these people and walked to the nearby house in person. Not because he had inconveniences and could not walk far, but because he was afraid that people from far away places would have to come and study every day. , or food that can be preserved for a long time, such as kimchi, can be used as tuition. Of course, if you don’t have it, you can do anything else. Anyway, I will never blame others for studying. Those people are not afraid that this strange-speaking Confucian scholar is a liar. Anyway, they are just some food. Forget it, when the disciples at home are about to be sent to school, there are still a few who are willing to send their beloved daughters to school. One is because they are afraid of women and will be removed from the court, so they let them live with other men for a long time, which is not good for women. The other is I feel that women have to get married when they are old, and then take care of their husbands and raise children. What is the use of so much knowledge? Confucian scholars do not give much advice to these people. They come when they can, no matter how much, and I will never be stingy.
Those who went to study originally thought that they would be satisfied after learning a few more words, but they could not suffer from such a cheap master.
Because there were not many students here, the Confucian scholars personally believed that there is no distinction between teaching and learning. Although he held an almost rotten ruler in his hand, he never beat or scolded the disciples who were stupid in their studies. On the contrary, his teachings were shared by everyone. It is a useful ability, and some people who have not been here for a long time can’t wait to join in the place where they are good at and display their abilities.
Not long after, some wealthy families attracted by the Confucian scholar's talents also sent disciples. Some even hoped to invite him to their homes to teach only for their own disciples, but without exception, they were all rejected. But strangely, no matter whether it was because of the wealth of the family or the hope of becoming a disciple. The disciples who were treated specially in the school dropped out of school the next day, or those rich and powerful people who wanted to ask for a letter unreasonably with gold and silver, and immediately kept silent.
Not long after everyone sat down, the Master came to the front of the hall. Originally, everyone had arrived early, so the Master could ask the students to wait, but because they did not want to waste other people's time, they themselves came early.
When all the students saw the Master standing in front of the hall, they all stood up and saluted.
Everyone sat down, except Zhang Ling. Zhang Ling said to the master: "Sir, can you tell the students today what martial arts is?"
The students sitting in the hall suddenly felt unhappy. Women should not have appeared in the school, but since the master didn't mind, they couldn't say anything. But now that the literati talk about martial arts, isn't it disrespectful to the master?
The master was not annoyed at all, but vaguely guessed what he meant by this question, and explained softly: "Martial arts are born for the righteousness of the world, to protect the law, and to fight bloody battles. A martial artist strengthens his body, tempers his will, inherits the spirit, and promotes Righteous way. A warrior is passionate, fights for the right path of the world, and fights for the righteousness of the country. A warrior is proud, stands upright, is not afraid of power, and does not accept temptation. In terms of the meaning of the word, fighting is fought with force."
Without waiting for Zhang Ling's reply, the master immediately asked: "Since you asked me what martial arts is? Then I ask you what do you think of being a scholar?"
Zhang Ling replied: "Literati should use their pen and ink to color mountains and rivers, but they can also understand their own bodies, know how to reason, and take good care of themselves."
After Zhang Ling answered, there was no excitement in his words, and the Master nodded. However, before Zhang Ling could come to his senses, the Master asked again: "Today, the seven countries check and balance each other, but only the national power can destroy this situation. Among them, how do you think the law, army, and people are more important?" He even asked The voice is also very solemn.
Zhang Ling knew that this question was extremely crucial. If he hadn't answered the question before, and if he didn't have a stunning answer to this question, he would have really lost. Because the scholars were admitted to the imperial examinations and sent to Beijing, most scholars regarded the world as their own responsibility and studied.
Zhang Ling took a breath, calmed down, and said: "A country is strong within, not outside. A country should show that its economic and military strength is rooted in its internal strength. A country that is weak internally will see its industries wither, the people suffer, and the country will suffer." Instability is the first problem for a strong country, so a strong country must fight internally first. Internal strength is the cause, external strength is the effect, and a strong army is especially superficial. Soldiers are fierce; but their fierceness is the end of governing a country. A weak country , the existence of the army is not so much about fighting against foreigners as it is about internal security, and such an army is nothing more than an empty shell. The law, the foundation of the country, cannot be undisciplined. No matter how powerful a force is, it is just like a group of people. Bandits cannot be called a country. Therefore, the way to strengthen a country is to firstly rely on the people, secondly on the law, and thirdly on the military. If it is built on the three, it will be a great country." Zhang Ling said unhurriedly After all, only he himself knows that this is just scripted.
As soon as he said this, everyone was shocked, but the master's color did not change.
Seeing that the master was still acting as usual, Zhang Ling hurriedly asked: "Sir, do you have anything else to ask?" Zhang Ling knew that if he continued to ask endless questions like this, there would eventually be problems, so he struck preemptively.
But the master cherishes talents even more, and always wants to keep the person, but he still has to rub off his energy, so he can only continue to ask questions shamelessly.
The master turned around, took out a piece of string from somewhere, crossed it, tied it into a tight knot, and brought it to Zhang Ling: "What's the explanation?"
The others looked at the master and wondered what he meant. How could such an unsolvable problem as a dead knot arise?
Zhang Ling looked at the Master and asked, "Sir, do you know what the explanation is?"
"There is a solution. I want to see how you deal with it." The master's answer was decisive.
Seeing the master like this, Zhang Ling sighed, and then when everyone was silent, he took off the silver hairpin that fixed the bun from his head as quickly as possible, and cut it from the middle of the knot. The next moment, the knot was cut into two pieces.
"The rope that has no solution can be solved by cutting it off."
This chop fell like a stone, which hit the master deeply, and his heart suddenly felt cold, but it was exactly what he wanted, and he was already thinking about something in his heart.
Everyone was also shocked.
At this time, Zhang Ling stopped, bowed and said, "Sir, the student was at fault in this matter. I would like to apologize to you."
The master thought that Zhang Ling was repenting, and when he was about to speak, Zhang Ling said again: "Sir, the student is actually here to say goodbye today."
"Farewell? Where are you going?"
"Practice martial arts." Zhang Ling replied.
"Why do you suddenly have this idea of abandoning literature and embracing martial arts?" Logically speaking, every gentleman is saddened by his disciple's abandonment of literature. However, despite this, the gentleman named Mo Ran remained calm, as if it was expected. Although he did not want Zhang Ling to give up the study of writing, he also respected his disciple's choice.
The next student was also shocked by Zhang Ling's reply. How could he, who was usually gentle and elegant, suddenly make such a decision.
Zhang Ling replied: "It's not that I gave up literature and followed martial arts, I just want to practice martial arts."
The master asked: "Why do you want to practice martial arts? With your talents, if you concentrate on studying books, you will surely win the title of laurels and be in a high position in the court. You can also have martial arts men under you, so why do you need to practice martial arts by yourself?"
Zhang Ling didn't answer and kept standing there. It wasn't that he didn't want to answer, but even Zhang Ling himself didn't know why he suddenly wanted to practice martial arts. He thought maybe it was because he had never practiced martial arts before, and after seeing those books The dazzling martial arts, and the masters who are so powerful that one person can defeat thousands of armies, can't help but yearn for him, but if he has to give a reasonable reason, he really can't give it. But he showed a firm look.
"You really want to practice martial arts..."
Seeing that Zhang Ling was so determined, the master wanted to say something, but he hesitated and instead cursed with regret: "If you go here today, you will become a piece of rotten wood again. What should you do?"
Zhang Ling bowed to the Master again, then turned and left. As he walked, he turned his back and waved: "Sir, I will prove to you that rotten wood can also be carved."
Zhang Ling did not look back, nor could he look back, until he disappeared from the eyes of the master. The master, who originally wanted to find a way out of his body one day, let go of the rotten wood in his hands.
