Chapter 410: There are so many people (middle)

Chao Qingqiu said, "Seriously ill take drugs, didn't you say this?"
Zhang Sheng shook his head seriously, "No, it was said by a Taoist monk. When he said this, it was aimed at mortals' birth, old age, sickness, and death. Naturally, it made sense, but we are not ordinary people, so using this sentence is wrong. "
Chao Qingqiu looked at Zhang Sheng and said calmly: "So the world has always been bad."
Zhang Sheng knew that Qingqiu's words must be fruitless, so he took the initiative to change the subject and said: "That young man, you help him so obviously, it may be counterproductive. Now many people want to kill him and practice. It's not easy at first, you act like this, making him difficult."
Chao Qingqiu said calmly: "Everyone is afraid that another Chao Qingqiu will be born, so they can't help it."
Zhang Sheng nodded, "The swordsman has been weak for six thousand years, but the one you missed makes us unhappy. If there is another you, I am afraid that no one can stand it."
Chao Qingqiu asked, "Are you not happy either?"
Zhang Sheng laughed at himself: "It's all human. No matter what, I don't want to look at a person standing above my head. Besides, we have all reached this point."
Chao Qingqiu was silent for a long time, and said, "I have been waiting for you to kill me."
"The price is too high, no one wants to try."
Zhang Sheng smiled and said: "At least no one wants to make a move before he has to."
Chao Qingqiu looked calm, "I have seen the scenery beyond the sky, I am tired of the world."
When he said this, Chao Qingqiu's tone was a little tired, he was used to seeing everything in the world, and he couldn't find pleasure in it, so he would naturally get tired, especially when he had seen the scenery outside the sky.
Whether Chao Qingqiu really wants to leave, no one can tell.
Zhang Sheng asked: "What is the scenery outside the sky?"
Although he is a great sea, there is still a long way to go to the last realm. It is better to walk fast towards Qingqiu, nor as courageously as Chao Qingqiu.
Chao Qingqiu looked at him, "You want to know, why don't you go and see for yourself, after all, things in the population here are not as clear as you can see."
Zhang Sheng smiled and nodded. He also wanted to see, but his realm was not high. Where would he be qualified to see?
"If the sea is the strongest in the world, then those people above the world are above the sea. After you cross the world and meet those people, you will be higher than you, so you won't be lost?"
In fact, when everyone is looking for longevity, they will also have this idea. The saints are used to being aloof, how can they get used to the life of rolling down the clouds, if those people outside the sky are the realm above the sea, then when they come After arriving outside of the sky, it is possible that there will be a sense of loss, just like a high-ranking dynasty emperor who suddenly fell to the bottom of the secular world one day, and that sense of gap might drive people crazy.
Zhang Sheng laughed at himself again: "But who can resist the temptation of longevity?"
Zhang Sheng smiled and said: "The things I read before are very interesting to think about. Some seniors said that scholars should establish their hearts for the world, life and people, for the sacred learning, and peace for all generations. Some seniors said, Scholars are self-cultivation and family governance, but in fact, they might think so at first, but afterwards, all of them are staring at longevity, with lower qualifications and vision, they look at the sea, what scholars, reading A fart book."
These vulgar words, in Zhang Sheng's mouth, once did not make people feel vulgar.
"If one day, the scholars in the world are unable to practice, and they all return to the scholars, not looking at longevity, not envying the sea, that situation will undoubtedly be excellent."
Chao Qingqiu said: "At that time, even the Jianghu Wufu can put a knife on the necks of you scholars, and then ask if the knowledge you are talking about is knowledge, how do you choose it, whether it is because of that knowledge, or Follow that person for the sake of life?"
Zhang Sheng must have thought about this kind of thing, but he did not give an answer.
Chao Qingqiu said: "There is no such simple thing."
Zhang Sheng sighed, but felt helpless.
"Chao Qingqiu, do you want to leave the world?"
Chao Qingqiu said so much before, but it was actually better than him to ask.
There are two options for leaving here.
Chao Qingqiu looked at Zhang Sheng without speaking.
Even Canghai, even his Chao Qingqiu, an invincible person in the world, would not speak out his true inner thoughts, it would be too dangerous.
Zhang Sheng stood up and shook his head.
Then turned around without saying a word.
Chao Qingqiu looked at him and said calmly: "Remember my things."
Yes, in accordance with Chao Qingqiu's temper, naturally he will not casually find someone to recount the old. He appears somewhere, will have a specific meaning, and the same is true for who he comes to meet.
Zhang Sheng sighed and said, "This matter is difficult."
Chao Qingqiu said, "But you can do it."
This is a very sure statement, and Zhang Sheng is completely forbidden to refute it.
He wanted to say something, but Chao Qingqiu's figure had already disappeared.
For the first time in his life, Zhang Sheng felt that Chao Qingqiu was too rascal.
But there was no way, he walked out of this place, thought for a while, passed by an old locust tree, tore off a piece of bark, made a pen with his hand, wrote some words on it, and then threw it out casually.
Fall into the river in the distance.
Along the river, the bark left along the river.
I don't know how long it took to walk thousands of miles.
Arrived in front of a college.
There was a river at the entrance of the academy, and a scholar walked out of the academy and came to the river to wash his face, but he saw the bark in the river.
Did not look at other things, only saw the last three characters Zhang Wumo.
They were so shocked that they couldn't tell.
Holding the bark, he trot all the way to a certain room and knocked on the door.
Many people have seen it, but no one stopped him, because this person is an important person in the academy, and no one can do anything to him except the dean.
A voice soon came from inside, "What's the matter?"
The scholar's voice trembled, very excited, "Sage's Decree!"
What the saints say is a decree, and what they write is also a decree. Not everyone can listen to it, but at least it can be said that the disciples of Confucianism dare not openly resist.
The voice of the person inside was as calm as ever, "Which one's?"
The scholar looked excited, and said in a low voice: "Zhang Sheng!"
There are twelve saints in this world and four in Confucianism, but these four saints also have close colleges. Not every saint’s decree will be sent to them, but after so many years, their other saint’s decree After all, I received it, but this Zhang Sheng did not receive it once.
It was not that Zhang Sheng had a bad relationship with them, but Zhang Sheng was the closest to them.
Because this saint has been practicing and reading here before leaving the academy.
Many people don't know where Zhang Wumo came from, but they will not forget.
This was originally an extremely glorious thing.
"What did you say?"
This is the third sentence the man said.
The scholar said, "I don't know."
The door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a blue robe stood behind the door, looking at him.
The scholar handed the bark up.
After he took it, he frowned.
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When the decree of the same Zhang Sheng fell to a certain college, a piece of paper was also received in the palace.
This one is not a saint's decree, but just something written by a scholar.
That scholar was the most knowledgeable scholar in the world, and the head teacher of the Academy.
He wrote a few words on the paper. He probably said, I also know what you are going to do, but I disagree and I am not too happy.
The wording is simple, even simpler than those gentlemen who help others write letters.
In fact, this piece of paper was borrowed by Su Ye from a gentleman who wrote letters on behalf of others. After writing it, Su Ye blew the ink and showed it to the gentleman next to him,
How do you feel? "
At the age of nearly 70, the gray-haired old scholar looked at the content on this piece of paper and tentatively asked, "Is this Mr. Su writing to the children at home?"
Because of the simple wording, the old gentleman thought that Su Ye wrote this to the children at home. After all, if the child is not old and the language is too sophisticated, the other party will not understand it. On the contrary, these simple things are better.
Su Ye frowned and said, "A group of old men, all of whom have read books, is this not so good?"
The old scholar thought for a while, and smiled bitterly: "Since I am a group of old gentlemen, this letter is too straightforward to come to Mr. Su, it's really not good."
Su Ye asked: "How about that?"
The old Confucian said: "Be tactful."
Su Ye frowned and said, "I am always euphemistic, but there are always some people who don't take it seriously. This time, being straightforward, will it have a different effect?"
The old Confucian student asked, "Is Mr. Su in charge?"
Su Ye nodded, "Forget it, it's just that the family is too big, and some people are disobedient, and there is always no way. Does the old man have any clever tricks?"
The old Confucian shook his head and said: "My old bone, I haven't seen too much family business in my life, so how dare I talk about Mr. Su's family."
The old scholar paused, "It's just a little nonsense, I don't know if Mr. Su would like to listen."
Su Ye nodded, "But it doesn't matter."
The old Confucian smiled and said: "Even if you are a family, but you have different hearts, there are many problems, many things, you can't say, can't beat, can't scold, not only because of the blood relationship, but also because of their bad behavior, if you meet them and do something wrong , We must deal with it. If we fight too much, the majesty will come out.
Su Ye smiled and didn't talk.
The old scholar said softly: "It may not be right, Mr. Su has heard it."
Su Ye looked at him and whispered softly: "If it wasn't for this place to be too far from my home, I really want to ask the old man to make sense."
The old Confucian's eyes lit up, then he smiled and said, "Is it a thousand miles away?"
Su Ye shook his head. This place was called Yuhuang Country, and it was really far away from that Jingkou Mountain.