Young Master Fusu's residence.
Before the eastern tour, Ying Wushuang was invited to Fu Su's place for a chat.
Although Fu Su was a little pedantic, he was indeed a modest gentleman, unfazed by favor or disgrace.
Ying Wushuang was also willing to associate with such a person, let alone his own brother.
"Eighth brother, you're here."
Rochelle was already waiting at the entrance of the mansion. When he saw Ying Wushuang, his face was filled with joy.
With Fu Su's status, there was no need for him to wait at the door, but he still did so.
Ying Wushuang noticed that it was much better than the Yin-Yang School.
"Elder brother." Ying Wushuang bowed.
"Please come in." Fu Su smiled gently.
After that, the two of them entered the mansion. Fu Su's mansion was not big, but the decorations inside gave people a pleasing feeling.
There were mountains, rivers, pavilions, and pavilions…
"Eighth brother, I've already ordered people to prepare lunch. Let's drink a few more cups this afternoon.”said Fu Su.
"No problem." Ying Wushuang agreed.
Seeing this, Fu Su was even more delighted.
When they arrived at a pavilion, a bamboo slip was placed on a stone table. The bamboo slip was written in Qin Xiaozhuan.
Ying Wushuang's eyesight was very good. He could see what was written on it from afar.
This was a Confucian Analects of Confucius.
Ying Wushuang didn't find it strange. Fu Su Rende was mostly influenced by the scholarly faction.
"Brother, Imperial Father often says that chivalrous men use martial arts to break the law, and scholars use literature to mess up the law. These words are not without reason." Ying Wushuang said.
Fu Su's expression froze for a moment. Then, he said," Father is right. It's just that Fu Su thinks that Confucianism is broad and profound. The ideas inside are suitable for governing the country and stabilizing the world. The Analects of Confucius was the crystallization of Confucian culture. If they could understand it, Great Qin's people would not have to suffer anymore.”
"Even so, the remnants of the Six Nations will not appreciate your kindness. They only remember the hatred of losing their country." Ying Wushuang said.
Fu Su sighed and said," It's normal for them to hate Great Qin. Back then, Father swept through the six countries and the war lasted for many years. More than a million people died…Sigh.”
"Brother, Rende. "However, I feel that just relying on Confucianism to save Great Qin is not enough.”Ying Wushuang said.
"Alright, eighth brother, let's not talk about this. Eighth brother, you are quick-witted. What do you think of the Analects of Confucius?”Fu Su asked.
Hearing this, Ying Wushuang picked up the bamboo slips and said,"With my parents around, I won't travel far. I'll travel well!"”
"Your parents are still here, so you can't run away. Even if you run away, there are ways to catch you.”
"Brother, how is it?"
Ying Wushuang looked at Fu Su with a sincere expression.
" This..." Fu Su was speechless. It sounded right, but it also seemed wrong.
"Learning without thinking is useless, thinking without learning is dangerous.”
"If you learn my martial arts but not my thoughts, you will be confused. If you learn my thoughts but not my martial arts, you will be beaten to death.”Ying Wushuang once again gave Fu Su some general knowledge.
" I..." Fu Su wanted to say something but stopped. He felt strange.
"Zi Buyu is a freak!"
"If I don't want to talk to you, I'll just kill you with my monstrous strength!”
"If you learn the Dao in the morning, you can die in the evening. If I hear the way to your house in the morning, I'll go to your house at night and beat you to death.”
"Isn't it a gentleman to not be angry when others don't know? People don't know how I look when I'm angry, so they can treat me like a gentleman…"
…
After half a cup of tea's time, Ying Wushuang roughly translated the Analects of Confucius.
As for Fu Su, he was dumbfounded and could not say a word. He was shocked and felt that his worldview had been overturned.
Was this really the Confucian scripture, the Analects of Confucius?
? If you said that Ying Wushuang was wrong, then there was nothing wrong with the translation. The meaning was very close.
"Cough cough, eighth brother, you translated it wrong. That's not what the Sage said." Fu Su couldn't help but say, but for some reason, he didn't feel confident.
"Elder brother, what is right and what is wrong?" Ying Wushuang shook his head. The Analects of Confucius that you learned was also from the mouth of the predecessors, not from Confucius himself.”
"Rumor has it that Confucius was nine feet tall and muscular. He had three thousand disciples and seventy-two true disciples. When he traveled around the world, all the emperors treated him with courtesy.”
"Isn't that so?" Fu Su asked subconsciously.
"It's because of my fists!" Ying Wushuang said.
" I..." Fu Su felt terrible. He held his breath and was unable to refute.
"Could it be that my understanding is wrong? This is the essence of the Analects of Confucius, the words of a Sage?”
Fu Su reflected on himself and kept questioning himself in his heart as if he was possessed.
A few hundred years had passed since Confucius was alive, and no one knew what the Analects of Confucius looked like back then.
After that, Fu Su and Ying Wushuang had lunch together. However, Fu Su was not as energetic as he was at the beginning. Instead, he was a little lost and absent-minded.
Even Ying Wushuang only nodded in response when he left. Then, he began to doubt his life.
In fact, Fu Su could not be blamed for this. Ying Wushuang had also used some tricks. He used his own spiritual power to hypnotize Fu Su and subtly change his thoughts.
Of course, this was all guidance, not coercion.
Ying Wushuang did not wish for Fu Su to be so pedantic; with Fu Su's talent, he could definitely contribute to Great Qin's future.
"Young Master, Young Master."
Not long after, Ying Wushuang left.
Internal Affairs Meng Tian walked in. He noticed Fu Su's strange behavior and could not help but speak.
Only then did Fu Su come to his senses. He looked at Meng Tian's muscular body thoughtfully.
"Could it be that I've misunderstood all this time?”
"Young Master, why do you look like you're possessed?”Meng Tian asked with a worried expression.
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