How should people live

What kind of attitude should we die

Everyone has more or less explored the mystery of this life.

However, every civilization and every class, and then subdivided into each person, their understanding of the mystery of this life is different.

Some people are born as servants of God, thinking of returning to heaven after death.

Some people seek immortality, but their bodies are immortal.

Some people yearn for wealth and want to be buried under a golden coffin.

However, there is a crowd who worship their ancestors.

They recorded the deeds of their ancestors one by one, and passed down from generation to generation, so this became "history" and "study".

Every person in "history" becomes "saint" and "sage".

The essence of the so-called learning is the learning of sages.

They praised the ways of sages and sages as the most noble knowledge in the world.

Unfortunately, this has created countless corrupt scholars.

This shouldn't be the case. Only when pedantic people learn knowledge can they corrupt their knowledge.

But in this science, there is an ultimate code hidden. This code, which begins with the scholars learning the language, reciting the "Three Character Classic" and "Thousand Character Classic", is imprinted in the bones of every student.

Maybe many people

I have forgotten the praise of sages when I was a child.

Or the vigilance of interests, in the process of pursuing fame and fortune, gradually forget the deeds of those heroes and Confucians. But deep in my heart, the deeds of the three emperors and five emperors, from Zhou Gong, then Confucius and Mencius, Dou Yujun, Ban Chao, Zhang Qian, Zu Ti, Heng Wen, Xie An, and even Emperor Taizu Gao will be awakened at any time.

Then, if we want to answer this question, for Confucians, they should be virtuous in life and saints in death.

Those who are at peace in the world, make great contributions, and make great achievements are virtuous.

Create a world of learning, promote sage learning, and proclaim all the holy ones.

This is something that remains unchanged in the heart.

It is the ultimate goal pursued by all scholars. If you can live for this, it will be so happy! If you can die for this, there will be no regrets in death!

Under this ultimate goal, there is no difference in essence between Neo-Confucianism and New Learning. The only difference between them is that their path towards their goal is different.

The way of Confucius and Mencius is the way of becoming a saint, but some people have wiped out their ambitions halfway through, and have gradually become mediocre, and have gradually become slaves of sensuality.

Drops of tears flowed from Liu Jie's eyes. He hid on the sofa, whimpering and crying like a child.

The journal in my hand was soaked in tears.

In this journal, the words seemed to be whipping his heart, calling in his ears again and again: "Do you still remember the pure self at the time, and the young man who swears to be a great man?"

He is no longer a teenager.

He is in his thirties.

At this moment, he was like a young man, unable to curb his silent cry.

Look at myself now, burying himself in desks, copying and writing, complacent for becoming a Hanlin; rising to the forefront, thinking that he has surpassed all his peers and has a bright future; the fencing and riding archery that he had learned in the school at the time, but now he is becoming increasingly unfamiliar with the busy official business; what he thinks about every day is the exchange of human relationships and the intrigue in the officialdom; when he opens his eyes, he thinks about an unfinished article, how to end beautifully; when he closes his eyes, he thinks about the length of the family his wife is nagging in his ears.

But...what is my original ambition

Now, the resurrection of the thigh meat, where is the year

Close your eyes tightly, and you can't curb the magnificence of tears.

So Liu Jie clenched his fists and finally tore the journal to pieces.

Liu's mansion... has arrived.

The comfort of a new home makes no one picky, even if you are picky, you can’t pick a thorn.

Liu Jie entered the mansion and saw the lights on in the study. He knew that his father had already paid the price.

So, as before, he rushed to the study first.

Sure enough, my father was quietly looking at the book here as usual.

Liu Jie's eyes looked a little swollen, but the tears were gone. The sky outside was dim, and the candlelight in the study shone on his face, leaving a dimness, covering up many expressions on his face.

"I've seen my father." Liu Jie was always reserved in front of this kind father.

Liu Jian put down the book, nodded with satisfaction, his eyes full of relief.

Liu Jian is very satisfied with his current life.

I am deeply trusted by Your Majesty and am the chief minister of the cabinet. My son has also risen to the top. This is a fame that many people cannot envy.

He loves this kind of life and is proud of it.

"Your complexion is not good?" Liu Jian said with a smile.

"Maybe I've been a little tired recently." Liu Jie replied calmly.

Liu Jian said: "You are still young, so you must know that you will stay in the green mountains without worrying about burning firewood."

"Yes." Liu Jie replied: "My son follows his father's teachings."

"You are just too honest." Liu Jian smiled when he saw Liu Jie pursing his lips. Seeing his son by his side, he always felt warm and wanted to say something heart-to-heart: "Sometimes, I think, if you have the talent of your master, you will be truly at ease for your father, and your career will be dangerous."

"Father." Liu Jie turned a blind eye to this, and suddenly his eyes turned red again, and he wanted to say something.

But when the words came to his mouth, he tried his best to hold it back.

Liu Jian continued to smile and said, "Look, you are here again. When you mention your master, you have to worry with me. I didn't slander him today. Alas, ordinary people say that girls are outgoing, but in our Liu family, men also turn their elbows outwards."

Liu Jian quickly comforted again: "Okay, okay, I admit that I have no master of yours, how could you have today? He has recreated grace to you. I don't say this for my father on weekdays, but I remember it in my heart. Our Liu family is not a heartless person. So, you have to remember this kindness and always remember it in my heart. As for me, I am very enthusiastic about my heart. Looking for some days, I will go to his house in person..."

Liu Jian seemed very happy and came to visit him, so he couldn't be unfamiliar with this relationship.

Although doing so may cause some questions about Qingliu, I, Liu Jian, have been in the cabinet for more than ten years and still care about this?

Be kind to repay.

"You have something to worry about?" Seeing that Liu Jie didn't say anything for a long time, Liu Jian realized Liu Jie's abnormality.

Liu Jie shook his head and said, "No, it's just that my father mentioned his master and was a little sad."

Liu Jian was so happy that he could understand his son's feelings. Like him, he was a sentimental person.

He then moved away from the topic: "Come on, tell you something interesting. Have you read the front page of the search journal? That proclamation for the West to fight against the rebellion is really brilliant. It must not be the writing style of your master. The strokes are like a knife, but it looks like your master, Wang Bo'an, haha... But I think this is your master's idea. Your master is really planning to plan. Oh, when his father is going to fight against the West, he began to incite everywhere, hoping that the whole world will follow his father to the Golden Island. Look, how powerful this guy advocates, what kind of propaganda is, what kind of thieves are in harmony, what kind of sages are incompatible, what kind of sages are in harmony, what kind of sages are in harmony, what kind of sages are in harmony, what kind of sages are in harmony, what kind of sages are in harmony, what kind of sages are in harmony, what kind of sages are in harmony, what kind of sages are irreconcilable, what kind of witches are in harmony, what kind of sages are in harmony, what kind of sages are irreconcilable, what?

Make meritorious, make words, what extraordinary, what saints? Look at his thoughts, it's really black, scholars are also human beings. What's the point of seeking fame? After all, it's still the imperial examination. That article makes people take a three-foot sword, sailing thousands of miles, and traveling west with swords. You say, is the person who says this? Oh, he hugged his head and hid in the arms of His Highness the Princess, saying that his head hurts, but he fooled the passionate scholar. Ah... Don't always have a frown. He has no intention of slandering your master for his father. This is just a joke. As soon as the search journal was released, there were also the officials from various ministries in the cabinet, and his mouth was slighted. Who doesn't know his thoughts?"

Liu Jie was still silent and said nothing.

"It's just a fool to deceive some scholars who are ignorant of the world. What's the use of this scholar when he goes to the Golden Island? It's easy to teach all directions, but it's so difficult..."

"Father, I feel a little uncomfortable." Liu Jie finally spoke.

Liu Jian had no choice but to say, "This is how I'm confused for my father. OK, you go and rest earlier."

"yes."

Liu Jie bowed, turned his body, and walked slowly towards the darkness outside the study, and his body gradually disappeared into darkness.

Looking at the left back, Liu Jian shook his head, thinking of his serious son who was flirting with faces every day. Then, he smiled again, took the "Qiusuo Periodical" on the desk, lowered his head, and recited it softly. The more he read, the more he felt that Fang Jifan was so dedicated, this guy would cheat many poor scholars, but fortunately, no one with knowledge would be blinded by him.

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The fast horse has sent the imperial decree to Guiyang.

Fang Jinglong, the Marquis of Pingxi, received the order, and all the officials in the Marquis of Pingxi were upset.

Going to sea to open westward, it is said that there has been an order and it has been conveyed to various garrisons.

The soldiers from various wards cheered endlessly.

Even if a person leaves his hometown, he is like falling leaves.

But the military households really can't live.

The deeds of sailors and sailors who went to sea have long become legends after legend and are circulated among military households. Many people are eager to make a fortune like them and become the best.

But for the Marquis of Pingxi, this is nothing but a catastrophe. The Marquis of Pingxi is already a great treasure in Guizhou. Why do you take this risk? If you go thousands of miles away, if you lose your life on the way, you might as well enjoy endless wealth in Guiyang.

Fang Jinglong thanked his grace, held the imperial edict, exhaled, and said, "Please report back to Your Majesty, I pack my bags, and will enter the capital soon and go out to sea at any time."
Chapter completed!