Wang Shouren took a bath and changed his clothes and came out of the thatched cottage.

At this time, the assassin's body had been cleared out.

All traces are gone.

Wang Shouren returned to his original position wearing a new Confucian shirt. All the disciples and disciples came to sue: "But I don't know how this person got in. It was the disciples' mistakes. I didn't notice them in advance. Please don't blame me."

Wang Shouren shook his head and smiled and said, "A gentleman can't have any enemies when he teaches this way? When I came here, I had already anticipated this situation. The assassin had ulterior motives and was secretly spy on it. But I was in a clear mind, so how could I be wary of it? Such things are not worth mentioning, and I don't have to take them to heart or blame myself."

Wang Shouren paused again: "I know that most of the students are seeking knowledge, but how can I be wary of it? There are sluts mixed in it? Confucius said: There is no difference in teachings. Since I came here, I would like to study for life, and I am willing to teach the great way. If there are assassins among them, you don't need to be afraid. As long as you have not thrown a dagger in front of me, I will still regard you as a disciple."

In the crowd, some people bowed their heads and showed complex expressions.

In fact, in Jiaozhi, there have always been many secret resistances. Just a few days ago, an officer from the Ming army was assassinated.

The Ming Dynasty entered Jiaozhi, and Jiaozhi had been independent for hundreds of years intermittently for hundreds of years. How could it be easy to get the recognition of Jiaozhi?

Cham City is better here, because Cham City was once annexed by the Annan people after all, and the people here did not feel much disgusted with the Ming army, but if they were in other places, such things would be more frequent.

Wang Shouren didn't care much about this.

Even if there are assassins here, he is too lazy to identify them. Anyway, you should come here to study, but if you want to make a mistake, Ruan Xingjian is a role model.

Some of the assassins mixed in the crowd had already developed a desire to retreat.

But there are also people who, after hearing Wang Shouren's principles these days, suddenly felt a unique feeling. They were struggling in their hearts. On the one hand, they came with their own ideas, but after coming here, they were gradually attracted by Wang Shouren's knowledge, and Ruan Xingjian's death shocked them enough.

A young man...

I saw that Wang Shouren's disdainful look seemed to not take the assassin to heart at all. A tingling feeling spread deep into the hearts of some dissatisfied people.

Is his so-called "big righteousness" just a clown's behavior in the eyes of others? And what Mr. Wang said about caring about the world and everything is the same, and the so-called simple way is obviously... many times more wise than his so-called "big righteousness". It is no wonder that Ruan Xingjian's behavior is so despised and despised.

Wang Shouren's calmness was more like silent humiliation.

And this humiliation is so heart-wrenching.

He calmly taught today's lessons, and then stood up: "A gentleman has six arts, among which the art of riding, shooting and fencing is the most difficult. Why is it easy to read and understand the truth, but a gentleman must achieve great things and achieve fame and fortune, and must become ten people, and a hundred people cannot be enemies. Today, he learned fencing. Have you seen the assassin's assassination technique clearly? His movements are still quick, but his actions are still slow. You are optimistic about what to do to assassination, so as not to get it. People say that even those who worshipped my disciples are so dragging their way to assassination, and even the assassination is so dragged and destroyed. If there are assassins among all the students, they should have a 120,000-strong spirit. Otherwise, if you want to stab me, you will be killed by this assassin, just like this assassin, and you will be laughed at by others. You will each take your own swords, and I will teach you how to assassin."

“…”

Poor Ruan Xingjian became a negative textbook.

The most annoying thing is that Mr. Wang actually taught everyone how to assassinate, or to use the correct method to assassinate the target.

Wang Shouren had already mentioned Ruan Xingjian's dagger and stabbed in an ordinary way: "The dagger and sword are both like killing weapons. Since you want to kill people, you must do your best to do it. You must not have distracting thoughts. Hold on to kill the enemy and keep us in mind. Most of the assassins of ancient times, most of those who refuse to sacrifice their lives to attack others will stab the enemy, but they will just miss their lives. Have you seen it clearly?"

"Ruan Xingjian's biggest mistake just now was that he had distracting thoughts in his heart. The dagger was in his hand and was more fancy. The murder matter was related to life and death. In an instant, victory or defeat would be there. How could it be fancy?"

Wang Shouren lifted the blade and stabbed it with another sword. His body looked clumsy and ridiculous, and he was not as comfortable as an assassin should have, but this clumsy sword was the most realistic.

"You all give it a try. Learn my way and stab a hundred swords."

Wang Shouren threw the dagger, held his hands behind his back, and smiled.

Some assassins mixed in their disciples felt like vomiting blood, as if every word from Mr. Wang was forging themselves. Such contempt, even teaching you how to assassinate the target, was like a heavy hammer, forging their confidence again and again.

What's even more terrifying is that they saw something different from this person, and deep down in their hearts, they felt that they yearned for it.

They followed Wang Shouren and stabbed him with one sword. Many people did not have swords in their hands, but they just took firewood sticks and used them with swords.

Wang Shouren remembered something and said to a disciple beside him: "Go and prepare a letter to Xishan, ask your mentor to find a way to allocate some military horses, and also ask to pacify Xihou and give some weapons. Of course, it would be great if there were some useless iron swords in the army. Please also allocate some bows and arrows."

"This... I'm afraid that the Marquis of Pingxi will not accept it."

It’s easy to say that the army and horses are not many, there are only many horses. The captive Tatar war horses have not been digested yet.

But bows and crossbows are different. The sword is not bad. The Ming Dynasty has explicit regulations that scholars can wear swords, so it is not a prohibited thing to make a protective sword. It is just a bow and crossbow, but it has always been forbidden.

Wang Shouren said: "Jiangzhi is different from other places, how can we use the methods of the mainland everywhere? Pingxi Hou is a person who understands the truth. He is my master. If I go to him, he will definitely give this convenience."

"But... among these disciples, I'm afraid..."

Obviously, some people are a little worried.

Wang Shouren smiled slightly: "No matter where you are, there will always be a variety of good and bad things. These are all unhindered things. We can do things based on our conscience."

…………

At the same time, Shenglong and a quick report went to the capital quickly.

A few days later, it was already snowing heavily in the capital, and it was reported to the Ministry of Rites.

Zhang Sheng, the Minister of Rites, went to the palace early. Today, the person on duty was Chen Xing, the right assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites. Chen Xing frowned and looked at the report with a look of surprise. After taking a deep breath, he immediately came to the clerk: "Send to Tongzhengsi and send it to the palace."

"What's the matter? Is it impossible for the Ministry of Rites to deal with?" The clerk seemed surprised: "Will you wait for Zhang Butang to come back before you decide..."

"I said it!" Chen Xing seemed in a bad mood: "Send it to the palace."

"yes."

A moment later, the report appeared in the Tongzhengsi, who rushed into the palace.

…………

In the warm chalet.

Emperor Hongzhi sat down.

The weather was cold, and charcoal basins were burning in the warm pavilion, and anthracites were burning slowly. The ministers wrapped in big red velvet shawls had already been given a seat by His Majesty. Everyone gathered together and stared at Emperor Hongzhi.

Emperor Hongzhi said: "It's been heavy snow for several days. God is unkind. It's so difficult for the people to spend the winter. The supply of anthracite cannot be shortened. You should know this. If there is a shortage of shortage and the mining is not enough, I will ask Fang Jifan."

"Your Majesty doesn't have to worry. Now, the people are wearing sweaters, which is enough to drive away the cold and there is anthracite. I think the disaster will be much easier than in previous years."

Speaking of this, Emperor Hongzhi felt at ease.

Yes, it is indeed much better than in the past few years. Although there will still be disasters, such as heavy snow crushing many thatched huts and killing many people, the most feared thing about this is: "Shuntian Mansion, you must not slack off. Buy some coal and distribute it to the affected people. Although there are these sweaters, how many people are wearing them now? After all, there are tens of thousands of people."

After Emperor Hongzhi said that, he put the report in his hand on the document: "If something goes wrong, I will ask Shuntian Prefecture. This is the case under the emperor's feet, let alone other prefectures and counties."

All the ministers said yes.

But at this moment, a eunuch hurried in and said, "Your Majesty, the Ministry of Rites has a memorial."

The most surprising thing was Zhang Sheng, who was the Minister of Rites, why did the Ministry of Rites suddenly make a memorial?

Even he himself didn't know what was playing.

Emperor Hongzhi said: "What's the matter?"

The officials of Tongmai Department were silent for a moment: "It comes from Shenglong..."

Shenglong... Suddenly, everyone exchanged winks.

Shenglong is the headquarters of the Dusi in Jiaozhi, which is equivalent to the provincial capital. Now there is a sudden expedition to report, but for some reason.

Emperor Hongzhi said: "Remember."

"My minister Fang Jinglong reported: It is peaceful and peaceful inside and outside the dragon. Recently... Jiaozhi taught widely and educated the scholars of Jiaozhi. He asked the scholars of Jiaozhi to sacrifice to the Lord Yan Sheng. He established a new Confucian Temple. Suddenly, some scholars attacked and burned fire in the Confucian Temple. Some scholars smashed the plaque of the plaque of the Fortune-time Master. There was a chaos in the Confucian Temple. The government wanted to stop the evil deeds of the scholars. Among the scholars, some shouted the voice of expelling the Ming Han Dynasty. Everyone killed seven officials, and three soldiers were killed and injured. The newly established Confucian Temple and burned them. As a result, the whole city was filled with sluts and sluts were ready to move..."

When he thought about this, Emperor Hongzhi's face turned pale.

The new Confucian Temple is an old rule. If a Confucian Temple is established, a school official should be promoted to worship. This is also one of the means of education.

But then I thought that the scholars who were summoned turned against each other directly. Isn’t this a big deal of the world?

Originally, this should have been a small mess, but it involved scholars and Confucius Temple. This... the mess is not small.

Zhang Sheng's face suddenly turned miserable... It's a pitfall.
Chapter completed!