Nightfall Chapter 81: Yan State Education in the Academy

Chapter 81: The Yan Kingdom Education in the Academy

"What is ritual? This is a very broad and grand proposition, but we can't stop exploring and researching because of the grand proposition, because this proposition is very important. This word is as high and untouchable as the sky, then we are Isn’t it right that we shouldn’t cast a curious look at the sky? Of course not, we watch the clouds and the wind in the daytime, and the stars and the quiet at night. We want to know what the sky is, and we want to know what is on it."

"An extremely grand proposition must be answered in a way that we can understand. Then our answer must be specific and subtle, asking the subtleties into the specific details. We look up at the starry sky and watch the stars move, Draw that wonderful and constant line in the heart, and eventually become the art of stargazing."

"What is the sky? You have to understand from such specific lines, clouds, the upper edge of the breath between the heaven and the earth, the upper limit of the vitality fluctuations, and the ritual characters are the same, if you want to ask As a teacher, if one of the ways of ritual is to explore the specifics and look for the nouns in the concrete, what kind of answer will be obtained..."

"As a teacher, I can only express my understanding. The so-called courtesy is the rules."

The teacher who teaches the course of etiquette with weight is an associate professor of etiquette at the college. He is about 60 years old. He speaks very slowly, speaks very clearly, and the content of the lecture can be considered organized. The students in front of all the people in the audience listened very carefully, but Ning Que was already drowsy. The clearer the words between Mr. Xi’s lips, the more he felt that the sleepy bugs in his mind became more pampered and incapable. resist.

When he was admitted to the hospital, his etiquette score was the lowest in the Ding class. His predecessors and later generations have never been interested in these contents. In recent years, Cheng Ilsuke has been busy writing, meditation, killing, gambling, gambling and sleeping, and he is really helpless.

While in a daze, Ning Que couldn't help but think in a daze, how painful it would be if life in the academy for the next few years is to devote the good morning hours to this cliche every day.

Immediately after what happened in the bookstore, he rescued him from this desperate fantasy. He once again understood that the academy with the highest status in the Tang Dynasty was indeed not an ordinary place, and the teachings here were indeed not ordinary people.

When the old teacher said that etiquette is the rule, a very disapproving voice suddenly sounded in the bookstore: "Sir, my Great Tang Empire is overwhelmed by the world, and the holy emperor is here to rebuild the Book of Rites. Follow the rules."

The college rules that you can ask questions in class, so this student’s questioning is normal, but this is after all the first day of enrollment, so the atmosphere in the library suddenly became a little weird. Ning Que woke up from a coma. Asked Yuxian on the bookcase next to him, and whispered: "Who?"

The college pays attention to whether there is any kind of teaching or not, and teaches students in accordance with their aptitude. The students who can be admitted to the school have many children from ordinary people, but the students who dare to question the teacher in the first class are bound to have an extraordinary family background or self-esteem. The student standing next to the book case turned out to be the son of a certain general.

Mr. Teacher looked at him coldly and asked: "In your opinion, can people live in the world without rules?"

"Yes." The general Huzi said in a buzzing voice: "I rely on the fact that I don't care about the pedantic rules, and the armored spear will naturally win forever, but this does not mean that we are Not being polite."

The wrinkles on Mr. Teacher's face gradually calmed down, and he looked at the burly student blankly and said: "What do you mean is that as long as the fist defecates make sense?"

The student scratched his head in embarrassment, and said with a strong neck: “It’s not wrong to understand this way. It’s like my Datang attacking the country of Yan. Whenever I don’t beat them and call them father and mother, they even have to The prince sent Chang'an as a hostage, but how could their emperor dare to be rude to my Majesty Datang? Still have to be honored as the Son of Heaven."

Ning Que listened to these words at the back of the bookstore, and thought to himself that this guy would definitely not be higher in etiquette than himself.

Mr. Faculty walked slowly to the student, still without the slightest expression on his face, but when he walked in front of the student, his voice suddenly rose up, raising his right hand like a dry tree trunk, and hitting his head and covering his face. , Roared angrily: "The big fist makes sense? Then it makes sense for me to hit you at this time!"

There was a miserable howl in the bookstore. The son of the burly general, he didn't know if he was afraid of the rules of the academy or was too respectful of his teacher. He didn't dare to fight back. He was instantly beaten by the skinny old teacher to his nose and swollen face. The corners of the mouth were bleeding, and they looked very miserable.

I don’t know how long it took, Mr. Teacher finally stopped, panting and staring at the general’s son gloomily and said: "If what you said is right, then I am right to hit you at this time, because my fist is bigger than you."

Since the teacher began to beat the general’s son, the bookstore has long been in chaos. The students stood up in shock, but no one dared to pull the gentleman into a violent state. Until then, Situ Yilan refused to accept it. : "Sir! If you think you are better than him, so you can beat him, doesn't that prove his previous point of view?"

Ning Que is still sitting next to the bookcase, but his mouth has grown to a huge extent. He never thought that on the first day he entered the academy, he would watch such a hot scene when he heard Situ Yilan's rebuttal. , I also think it makes sense.

Mr. looked back at Situ Yilan coldly and said: "I just want to prove his truth, is there a problem?"

Situ Yilan pressed her lips tightly, thinking about the nervous reminders of her father and brother before entering the academy, but after all she did not hold back her heart, she trembled and said, "Yes, if you think he is wrong , Then you should not use his principles to teach him. Since etiquette is a rule, you should use rules to restrain him and punish him."

Mr. teacher smiled coldly, looked at her and said, "General Yunhui has never read a book in his life. This daughter is a good teacher, but as far as I know, although your two generals have good relations, you and him But there is no contact."

"This has nothing to do with friendship." Situ Yilan resisted the shame, raised his face and said stubbornly: "I only make sense."

"Okay, I'll explain the truth to you." Mr. Instructor looked at the students in the bookstore and said, "Whether it is General Yunhu or any general, even if their fists are stronger than me, they are stronger than me. Still dare not come to hit me, why? Because I am a college teacher, and this is my Datang rules."

The back of the bookstore, Yu Youxian, with a timid face, whispered: "How messy this college is, but Ning Que, don't be impulsive to mess with this teacher."

Ning Que certainly did not have the courage that thousands of people would go alone. Looking at the teacher who was wiping off the blood on his hands, he meditated in his heart: "The rules set by the academy are the greatest... It doesn’t matter. There is only the guy with the biggest fist in the yard, but who is that guy? Is it the master who drinks and cuts peach blossoms?"

Mr. Xuexi picked up the scroll again, looked at the still unwilling Situ Yilan with a blank face, and said: "Whether you accept it or believe it or not, when will you break the academy's rules, come and reason with me It's not too late. As for now, my reasoning is as simple as that: Li is the rules and my rules."

Rite is the rules, my rules—what a sonorous, loud, overbearing, unreasonable, and arrogant statement this is! Ning Que stared at the teacher who looked like an old tree trunk, and found that he couldn't figure out what kind of place this college was, but he liked this ghost place more and more.

Class ends at noon. Mr. Etiquette teacher has an ink roll under his arm and blows a long beard under his jaw. He walks out of the bookstore without squinting his eyes. The students in the bookstore are a little surprised and fry the pot instantly. , Gathered together to discuss the scene in the morning, Situ Yilan and others rushed to the side of the beaten student, took out the water handkerchief with concern, and began to clean the wound on his face, the burly male student’s face There are tears of grievance.

"Chu Zhongtian! You are a worthless thing!" Situ Yilan slapped him on the head annoyed, and exclaimed: "If you want your grandpa to see you like this, I'm afraid you will be mad! I don’t understand, I had the guts to fight against the teacher before, and it’s nothing more than to knock you down. If the teacher hits you, you won’t fight back! Even if you don’t fight back, you won’t hide!"

The Great General of the Sixteenth Guards of the Tang Dynasty, Chu Xiongtu, gave birth to seven sons and thirty-seven grandchildren in his life. Chu Zhongtian is the best student among his grandchildren. Otherwise, he would not be admitted to the college, but his family. Learning Yuanyuan, Chu Zhongtian still possesses a brave and courageous force, who would have thought that he was beaten into a poor quail by the teacher.

Chu Zhongtian wiped away the tears on his face, grievingly looked at Situ Yilan and complained: "Sister Yilan, I can't really blame me for this. According to my grandfather's instructions, if someone wants to beat me, I have to beat him back. Is it the prince or the prince, I really wanted to fight back... but I don’t know why, I just couldn’t move at all."

At this moment, Xu Youxian’s lazy voice came from the bookstore: “Cao Zhifeng, associate professor of etiquette in the college, graduated from the college’s arts department in the seventh year of Shenfeng in Datang, and has been teaching at the college for more than 30 years. Study teacher."

As soon as this statement came out, the bookstore was quiet, and Situ Yilan opened his wide eyes, and stomped angrily after a long while, yelling: "Even if it's a great teacher...the cultivator bullies a half-year-old child and does something. "

Xin Youxian came forward, looked at Chu Zhongtian with a blue nose and swollen face, sighed, shook his head and said: "You have no reason to do this, because Professor Cao Zhifeng...is Yanren."

Ning Que, who was outside the crowd, could not help but shook his head when he heard this answer, thinking that you mentioned the great victory of the empire in front of a Yan Ren, and the other prince was taken hostage and was beaten up... There is really no reason to go.

The Datang Empire dominates the world, and the people are more confident and even arrogant. Ning Que admits that when he faces the barbarians on the frontier grasslands, he often shows a certain arrogance. But today, the southern part of Chang'an City The academy is all-encompassing. Not only the students but also the husbands are from foreign countries, so be careful when you speak and act in the future.