Kyoto is now very odd.
The people initially felt very good about this Great Wei Wen Sheng newspaper, for one thing, they could read about national events, and for another, they could educate their children through this Confucian talk.
Two birds with one stone.
Although the Great Wei Wen Gong was a bit disgusting, it must be said that the newspaper was a real benefit to the people.
So the people didn’t say anything.
And that’s how it is with people, whoever gives them an advantage, people will still choose to support them.
But the problem was that the people gradually came to realise that this Confucian talk was, on the surface, an attempt to teach the world to be modest.
But what about the reality?
In fact, it was a sarcastic comment on what Xu Qingnian had done, and even used the word “child” to humiliate Xu Qingnian.
Naturally, the people felt they had been duped, although they wanted to educate their own descendants.
But they knew right from wrong and did not want to settle things in this way.
Naturally, the people had some grievances.
But these grievances did not change the fact that the Great Wei Palace of Literature would soon be able to gain public opinion and talent.
So the people came to the bookstores early to hide and buy a copy of the Great Wei Wen Wei newspaper to support Xu Qingnian.
However, there was a rule that one person could only buy one copy of the newspaper, or at least one copy at a time.
Xu Qingnian was interested in the propaganda ability, not really this amount of silver.
It was just after dawn.
The Great Wei newspaper went on sale.
The people were still scrambling to buy them.
This time it was even more exaggerated than the first time, creating a spectacle of 10,000 people emptying the streets.
Not only that, but some vendors saw the opportunity to set up stalls near the queue and set up some morning shops.
Not only these people, but also many scholars, have also scrambled to buy the newspaper, including the major dignitaries of the Great Wei Capital, who have already sent good people here to wait for the first batch to see the Great Wei Literary Gazette.
They knew that Xu Qingnian would definitely not hold back when the Great Wei Wen Gong targeted them like this, and would never hold back.
Xu Qingnian’s counterattack made them look forward to it, incredibly excited.
Amongst the Great Wei Palace of Literature, there were many great scholars who had stayed up all night, all of them looking at the auspicious clouds above the dome of the sky.
It had now coalesced to the one hundred and seventh cloud.
With just one more cloud to go, Yan Lei might be able to return to his position as a great Confucian, and Zhang Ning might really step into the realm of the Great Confucian of Heaven and Earth.
Of course, this is only a possibility and a hope, but we have to wait for the final answer as to whether or not it is possible.
For this reason, Yan Lei and Zhang Ning were the most excited, staring at the dome of the sky for more than an hour without moving their necks.
They were expectant and full of tension.
And just then, a voice reported.
“Yan Ru, the people are lining up in the streets to buy the Great Wei Wen newspaper, the estimated number, at least tens of thousands!”
“Yan Ru, after careful investigation, there are at least a few thousand people gathered outside the doors of the major bookstores, and all the bookstores in Kyoto, except for a few that have cooperation with our Great Wei Wen Sheng Newspaper, are peddling the Great Wei Wen Newspaper again.”
“If there are no surprises, it is only possible that it will break two million copies.”
A voice rang out, these were the scouts sent out by Yan Lei, who were investigating the sale of the Great Wei Wen Wei newspaper.
Hearing this, Zhang Ning inexplicably got a little nervous, he looked at Yan Lei and could not help but speak.
“Yan Ru, will something happen to this?”
Zhang Ning was really too nervous, it was impossible for him not to be nervous ah, the Great Confucian of Heaven and Earth ah, the achievement he had dreamed of in his life.
No, it wasn’t a dream achievement, it was something he had never even dreamed of.
How could he not be terrified when there was now a definite possibility that he could attain it? How could he not be excited? And how could he not be nervous?
“Zhang Ru, don’t worry, public opinion has already coalesced, how could something happen?”
“Even if Xu Qingnian writes a thousand ancient poems insulting us, there is no need to worry, he can’t influence us anymore.”
Yan Lei said with immense confidence.
In fact, he was also very nervous and excited, but he just acted unusually calm, he had to tell himself that he must believe in himself.
That was why he was so confident.
Seeing that Yan Lei was so confident, Zhang Ning didn’t say anything more and breathed a little bit of relief before continuing to wait.
It was just that this auspicious cloud of public opinion was really a little slow to coalesce.
And at the same time.
The first batch of the Great Wei newspaper had been sold.
The first batch of Wei newspapers had already sold out, and the second batch would have to wait for half a quarter of an hour to arrive.
The people who had received the first batch of the newspaper were eager to read it.
When they saw the headline, the people of Great Wei were completely stunned.
[Doves and Magpies, Old but Not Dead]
The first four words were not yet understandable to the people, but the last four words were understandable to everyone.
Old and immortal?
Isn’t this a scolding of Peng Ru?
This Xu Qingnian was really bold, directly insulting a great scholar of heaven and earth?
This …… This ……. This is really enough for Xu Qingnian.
“Good! Good! Good! Good scolding, good scolding.”
“It’s great, it’s great, it’s really great.”
“I haven’t even read the content yet, just reading the headline, I’m already happy, are you guys happy?”
“The pent up anger that was in my heart yesterday is instantly gone, hahahaha.”
“I told you, Lord Xu will not hold back.”
“That’s Lord Xu’s temper, it’s time for a scolding.”
The people were uplifted and happy, to be honest they were also holding back in their hearts, but they had also been curious as to whether Xu Qingnian would scold back.
But when this headline appeared, they were excited and thrilled, the scolding was simply good enough.
No, it wasn’t “fast”, it was “extremely fast”.
Immediately afterwards, the people began to read the contents of the Great Wei Wen Wei newspaper, skipping the national events and local anecdotes, they now wanted to see what Xu Qingnian had written.
They wanted to see what Xu Qingnian had written, how he had scolded Pengru, and what he had called the “turtledove”.
Soon, the people looked at the content.
Xu Qingnian’s writing style was also extremely simple, telling a story to ridicule back.
The story of the magpie’s nest is very simple. There is a bird called the turtledove, who does not forge high nests to breed offspring, but never incubates and feeds them themselves, instead they lay their eggs in the magpie’s nest and let the magpie raise their offspring for them.
It is such an extremely simple fable that Xu Qingnian does not use much writing, but the significance of this story is that Xu Qingnian uses such a story to satirise some of the great scholars of the Great Wei Literary Palace.
They occupy the Great Wei Literary Palace, claiming to be of the lineage of the saints, thus saying and doing things that represent the saints, obviously thinking their own thoughts and ideas, but having to say that they are the thoughts and ideas of the saints.
The problem is that you can’t refute it.
Xu Qingnian’s sarcasm, both explicit and implicit, is straightforward. At the same time, the core of Xu Qingnian’s fable is to put an end to this phenomenon, and to never blindly listen to the opinions of others.
It’s not that other people’s opinions are necessarily good. Xu Qingnian even cited himself as an example, saying that he used to be a constable but found that he couldn’t do it well for ten years, so he went to study and suddenly became enlightened.
Xu Qingnian overdid it a little, but it was actually a whitewashing tactic, otherwise what was the point of directly cursing?
What he wants to do is to both educate the people and tell the people of the world that a certain number of people in the Great Wei Palace of Literature are turtledoves, evil-minded, exclude dissidents, and have absolutely no trace of great Confucianism.
As long as one is not a fool, one basically will not fail to understand the content of this article.
As for being old and immortal.
Xu Qingnian was even more direct.
Xu Qingnian’s essay is about the Great Wei. According to Xu Qingnian, there are countless capable and talented scholars in the Great Wei who clearly have the ability to serve the country, to change the world for the better, and to make the Great Wei prosperous.
But they are of humble status and often have a very good opinion, but because of their humble status, it does not reach the top, so that Great Wei misses one opportunity after another.
And what was the root cause of this? It is because there are some people who are old and do not die.
Even Xu Qingnian directly cited the matter of the Taiping Poetry Society as an example. Why was the Taiping Poetry Society, where Great Wei’s talent was so unbearable?
You say that the Great Wei is in decline? I admit, but the problem is that it is the economic and military power, the state power, not your literati power, that is in decline.
How many scholars died in the seven Northern Expeditions? And how many warriors died?
So the Northern Expeditions did not affect Great Wei, then Great Wei is still the same Great Wei, the Wen Gong is still the same Wen Gong, why did you lose so badly?
It was because, there were people who were old and immortal, who felt like they were dying, hanging on for dear life, holding important power and using archaic ideas to imprison a new generation of scholars.
It was not a group of aspiring young people they restricted; it was the development of Great Wei they restricted.
It is not just a group of young people with aspirations and ambitions that they have crippled, but the people of Great Wei.
They did not extinguish the world’s scholars, but the hearts of the Confucians, the hearts of the upwardly mobile.
At the end, Xu Qingnian’s writing is even sharper, with serious criticism.
[The thief of the people is a thief!
Theft of Confucianism, theft of the state!
[Gallant white hair, old and immortal!
If it is said that the “thieves of the people” were just a sarcastic comment on the shamelessness of a certain group of great scholars in the Great Wei Palace of Literature, then this “old but not dead” is a real shock to Xu Qingnian.
The people reading this are already red in the face, they are red in the face with excitement, they are excited.
Xu Qingnian’s scolding was too good.
The old man with white hair is not dead!
What a great thing to say.
But what they didn’t know was that this article in the Great Wei Wen Wei newspaper was no less than a meteorite falling into the sea for the readers.
A thousand waves are gradually rolling up.
Among the crowd.
Song Ming was a reader, a reader of the Great Wei Wen Gong, a talented and renowned scholar of the Jiangnan County piece.
He composed poems at the age of ten and could write essays at the age of fifteen, not quite a prodigy, but a good and handsome talent.
He had great ambitions, great ideas and thoughts, and he hoped that through his power he would sweep away the decadence of the Great Wei.
He hoped that his light would one day, like the stars, blossom out until it disappeared.
So his goal was the Great Wei Palace of Literature, and he hoped that he would enter the Great Wei Palace of Literature to work for the country and for the people of the world.
So he did his best, and finally, when he was twenty years old, he arrived at the Great Wei Palace of Literature.
Originally, he thought that after he arrived at the Great Wei Palace, he would be valued and that many of his proposals would be supported by the Great Wei Palace.
What he did not expect was that when he arrived at the Great Wei Wen Palace, he found it to be extremely cruel, so cruel that it made him feel desperate.
Here, status is so important that rank you are nothing, everything depends on years of experience. He is now twenty-five years old, and the year he turned twenty, he was a seventh-ranked Ming Yi reader.
After twenty-five, he was still a seventh-ranked Ming Yi reader!
Five years.
For five whole years, all he had done at the Great Wei Palace of Literature was to run errands, to ask for information, or to occasionally wipe down the rooms of the great scholars.
That was all!
That was all!
For the past five years, he had trouble sleeping night after night, thinking every day about what his life, his future, would be!
He wanted to stay up because many people were staying up like him, all young aspirants, every one of whom was vigorous when he came himself, every one of whom wanted to do great things.
But did they do it?
Yes, they did.
In each of their rooms, they had thick piles of curatorial treatises, some on methods of improving the country’s production, some on perfecting the penalties, some on the military.
However, they could not submit any of them because the great scholars would not even look at them.
Even if they did look at them, they would just send them back with a statement that they were full of mistakes.
For a while, they were silent, and for a while, they didn’t know what to say.
In this way, five years pa*sed, five whole years, and inexplicably, they had some regrets, they regretted why they had entered the Great Wei Palace of Literature.
Why didn’t they just enter the court? At least if they entered the court, they would still have a say, even if they went to one side to be a parent official, they would be able to use their talents and do one thing for the country.
Even if it was a trivial thing, it was better than wiping the table.
At first, they despaired, but the people of the Great Wei Wen Palace told them that it was a process, a process to sharpen their character.
They accepted it, they had to accept it, because they could not betray the Wen Palace, and whoever betrayed the Wen Palace, then it would not end well for them.
Some people left the Wen Gong and wanted to go back to teaching, but the local magistrate’s school, etc., issued a proclamation saying that the person had been expelled from the Great Wei Wen Gong.
No one would let their children be sent to his home because this person had betrayed the Great Wei Wen Gong, this person had betrayed the sages, this person had no morals left.
In the end the man hanged himself and ended his life.
This was something that they took to heart, and they were a little too scared to mess around with it. They could only wait, slowly, for the day when they would be appreciated, when they would be appreciated by one of the great scholars.
In that case, they would have the chance to do something great.
There were too many people in the Great Wei Palace of Literature who had these thoughts, but when they saw that there were Confucian scholars who, even in their old age, had no light at all, they fell into silence once again.
Once again, they fell into silence.
But life had become such that they could not resist, nor did they have the courage to do so.
For, they were not facing a single person, but the Great Wei Palace of Literature!
The orthodoxy of the readers of the world!
And today, Song Ming was again dispatched to check the people’s every move in real time and to be ready to report back.
But because of the people’s excitement, he just couldn’t resist buying a copy of the Great Wei Literary Gazette.
Xu Qingnian’s words and sentences, in his eyes, were like a shocking wave, lapping at his heart, a heart that was about to die!
Somehow, what Xu Qingnian had done flashed through his mind.
There were things that he was not there and did not see, but could make up in his head.
He could imagine how Xu Qingnian had made a scene at the Ministry of Punishment!
He could also imagine how Xu Qingnian had killed the Sheriff King!
Avenging the people’s wrongs! Punishing evil and eliminating traitors!
This!
This!
This!
Wasn’t this what he wanted most to live for?
Isn’t this what he dreamed of when he was a student?
To be old and immortal with white hair!
To be old and not die!
At this moment, Song Ming felt that what Xu Qingnian had said was too right and too true.
There were people who had always held important positions, leaving no opportunity for the young, and in their eyes, there was only struggle, only profit, not the country.
In their eyes, it is not the living beings, but their own fame, their own interests.
Such white hair!
Why not die?
Song Ming was silent, with the Great Wei Wen Wei newspaper in his hands, and for a moment, his mind was turned upside down, his heart in complete chaos.
“Song Ming!”
“What are you still standing there for? Why don’t you hurry back and report to the great scholars,”
At that very moment, a voice rang out, calling out to Song Ming, telling him to hurry back to the Great Wei Palace of Literature and report the situation in time .
“Good.”
Song Ming nodded as he responded, and subconsciously, he headed towards the Great Wei Wen Palace.
A quarter of an hour later.
He saw a group of people, who had also come to report the situation. There was a small group of people, who ran a little faster than them at an extremely fast pace, as if they were trying to claim credit.
There was, on the other hand, a group of people who inexplicably looked a little disoriented, in the same way as himself.
All of them were clearly holding the Great Wei literary newspaper in their hands.
The people looked at each other, and there was confusion in their deadly gaze.
At that very moment, they returned to the Great Wei Palace of Literature.
They met Yan Lei and several other great scholars.
“We have met Yan Ru.”
All of them spoke in unison.
However, Yan Lei and the great scholars were staring deadly at the auspicious clouds of public opinion in the sky, and did not care about them.
“Back to Yan Ru, back to Zhang Ru, back to all the great scholars, all the newspapers in Nan Yi Street were sold out within a quarter of an hour.”
“The people all look excited and happy.”
Song Ming spoke up and said so.
“Excited?”
When Yan Lei heard this, he could not help but frown slightly.
But instead of being greatly alarmed, or doing anything else, he waved his hand and said.
“Continue probing!”
Yan Lei’s words were very simple, just a phrase about continuing to probe, and then he told the other party to go on with their work.
At this moment, Song Ming wanted to say something, but looking at Yan Lei’s appearance, he finally opened his mouth and did not say anything.
But, suddenly, someone came slowly.
He came in front of Yan Lei and said.
“Yan Ru, this is an essay that the student has just written, I hope Yan Ru will read it in his spare time.”
The voice rang out.
It was a very young scholar, eighteen or nineteen years old, with a clean-cut appearance, who bowed deeply towards Yan Lei and spoke with a volume of essays in his hand.
Only when this was said, Yan Lei could not help but slowly look at the other party and frowned slightly.
“What article?”
He inquired directly.
The latter did not even raise his head, but still looked a little excited in his tone as he said.
“The chapter of the literary newspaper.”
“The student has some bright ideas, so I dared to write an article, and I hope Yan Ru will read it when he has free time.”
“Of course, I know that my essay is average, but I hope that Yanru will give me some guidance in the future.”
The latter replied that the essay he had written was a reflection of his own feelings and he wanted to ask Yanru to read it over.
It did not matter if it was a draft or not, the main thing was to give him some pointers on what was wrong and what was good, so that he could pay attention to it in future.
This is a very simple matter, a student asking his teacher for advice.
Song Ming did not pay attention.
He turned around and prepared to leave, but just at that moment, Yan Lei’s voice rang out.
“Ridiculous!”
“What qualifications do you have to write an essay of perception for a mere bright-eyed Confucian student?”
“This Great Wei Wen Sheng Newspaper, every article, is the text of a great Confucian, and for every article, the old man has to personally censor it and take it seriously.”
“Among them, there are also many articles censored by Lao Fu, and they are all first-cla*s great scholars.”
“What are you? A mere seventh-ranked Confucian student, how dare you be so arrogant? Are you not trying to emulate that Xu Qingnian?”
Yan Lei’s voice was furious as he rebuked the Confucian student.
In fact, he wasn’t really angry, but he was still waiting too anxiously.
If it was any other time, the most he would have done would have been to oh, let the other party down, but not even look at it.
But now, he was calm on the surface, but inside he was already anxious.
He was looking forward to getting well soon, and to regaining his status as a great Confucian sooner.
But what he didn’t expect was that a Confucian scholar would interrupt his thoughts, and that’s all right.
An article of this kind.
If it were an ordinary article, it would have been fine for him to read it.
But you want to participate in the Confucian talks at the Palace of Literature?
Are you worthy?
Are you worthy?
You are a mere seventh-ranked Confucian scholar, are you worthy of it?
This is where Yan Lei’s anger really lies, a mere seventh-ranked Confucian scholar writing such an essay?
He was simply out of his depth.
The most ridiculous thing was that he still had the face to present it.
Yan Lei really wanted to tell him how many great scholars had given him articles in the past few days? And how many great scholars’ articles had been rejected by him?
How dare you, a Confucian scholar of the seventh grade of Ming Yi, speak out of turn?
When he said this, he attracted many people to look around, even Song Ming, who couldn’t help but look over.
The young Confucian student who had been reprimanded by Yan Lei was, at this moment, red in the face and ears, he was so ashamed that he lowered his head, but his ears were bloodshot.
Who would have been able to bear being ridiculed and abused like this by Yan Ru in full view of everyone?
But this was not the first time this had happened, and it happened almost every so often in the Great Wei Palace.
And this scene evoked a memory in Song Ming.
Because back then, he had done the same thing, offering his ideas and strategies to these great scholars, except that what happened was that these great scholars did not insult him like Yan Lei did.
Instead, it was a bland and unmistakable statement about being wrong, and then nothing more.
They did not tell themselves what was wrong, nor did they tell themselves what was wrong.
There was simply a word.
Now, this young Confucian scholar, how could he not be himself back then?
The scholar who had ideas and ambitions, but who was not respected in any way?
He was silent, not saying a word!
Many of the scholars were also silent.
At that very moment, Zhang Ning, who was at the side, also looked over.
The crowd looked at him.
It was only Zhang Ning’s gaze that was cold and calm.
“Insubordinate!”
He spoke slowly, four words coming out, and then he did not speak, but continued to look at the public opinion Xiang Yun.
Out of one’s depth!
As these four words rang out, the latter shed tears, tears of shame.
His body trembled slightly, but he did not get angry, but said in a kind of crying voice.
“What you have taught me, sir, is that the student knows that he was wrong.”
So he said, admitting his mistake, not daring to accuse Yan Ru, humbled beyond measure.
“Bring the article.”
It was also at this moment that Yan Lei spoke up, asking the other party to hand over the article.
For a moment, the crowd was a little curious, and people looked at Yan Lei, thinking that Yan Lei was just a swordsman who would teach a lesson and then look at the other party’s essay and give a few pointers.
Even the young Confucian scholar was inexplicably agitated, and he handed over his essay to Yan Lei with fear and trepidation.
He did not look up from the beginning to the end.
And Yan Lei took his essay.
Without even glancing at it, he threw it directly into the bamboo basket, not even bothering to open it.
This action made many readers silent.
They were somewhat speechless.
I thought that Yan Ru was just a swordsman with a heart of bean curd, and that there were a few such great scholars in the Great Wei Literary Palace, but what I didn’t expect was this.
Yan Lei, too much, despised people.
Looking at his own essay, which was casually thrown into the bamboo basket by Yan Lei, the scholar was silent, and his face, which had just been eased, was once again blood red.
“In the future, don’t do such things.”
“Do what you have to do.”
Yan Ru said so.
Cold indifference.
Such words were even sharper and more terrifying than a knife, plunging directly into this man’s heart.
As for the other great scholars, they looked around at the scholar, sensing something strange, and could not help but speak up.
“Yan Ru, in fact, this son still has some courage, although his writing is not necessarily good, but at least his courage is commendable.”
A great Confucian came out to round up the situation, hoping that Yan Lei would leave it at that, so as not to arouse the resentment of other Confucian students.
However, when he said this, Yan Lei said in a cold tone.
“Courage?”
“Do Confucians need courage?”
“What is the difference between having courage but no strategy and Xu Qingnian?”
“Young people have to do what young people should do, and each of you feels as if you are like the stars.”
“But do you know that in our eyes, you are dull and dull.”
“What are the things you have experienced that seem to be nothing in our eyes?”
“If you can’t even bear these one or two words, what is the point of talking about Confucian heart?”
“You are also foolish, not learning from the good and going to learn from that Xu Qingnian!”
“How ridiculous!”
Perhaps it was because he had taken Xu Qingnian with him that Yan Lei spoke more harshly than before.
He was the traditional thinker, inflicting the suffering he had suffered on these students.
But, just at this moment.
Finally, a voice rang out.
“Ridiculous?”
“Dare to ask Yan Ru!”
“Where are we ridiculous!”
The voice was not loud, but there was anger hidden in this voice!
For a moment, the crowd was curious and looked for the voice, and then many of them revealed their surprise.
The reason was that the person who spoke was not the scholar, but Song Ming.
At that moment, Yan Lei also could not help but look towards Song Ming, but his brow was subconsciously furrowed.
“Who are you?”
Yan Lei did not know the other party’s name, but he was inexplicably disgusted by Song Ming, he was here to reprimand others, did he deserve to be interrupted by a seventh-ranked Ming Yi Confucian student?
And, again, a seventh-grade?
“Student Song Ming!”
“A native of Jiangnan.”
Song Ming said with a bow towards Yan Lei.
The next moment, Yan Lei remembered Song Ming, and then couldn’t help but speak coldly.
“Jiangnan Academy has taught someone of your quality?”
“Did you read the Great Wei Wen Sheng newspaper yesterday?”
“What Zhang Ru said, did you not read it?”
Yan Lei questioned.
Only Song Ming ignored Yan Lei, but fixed his gaze on him and said.
“The student has naturally read Zhang Ru’s article.”
“But the student does not want to talk about this matter, the student only wants to ask, why did Yan Ru find it ridiculous just now?”
“Where is it ridiculous?”
Song Ming asked with a calm gaze.
His body was humble, but in spirit, he was not humble at all.
“Ridiculous is ridiculous!”
“Isn’t it ridiculous for a mere seventh-grade Ming Yi to presume to throw in the towel?”
Yan Lei said in a cold voice.
But when this was said, Song Ming’s voice could not help but rise louder.
“A mere seventh grade!”
“What a district seventh rank!”
“The student dares to ask three things.”
“Is a Confucian of the seventh rank not a Confucian?”
“Hasn’t Yan Ru ever experienced the seventh rank?”
“Great Wei Palace of Literature, when did it say that the seventh grade of Ming Yi must not be cast?”
Song Ming’s voice was a little louder, and there was anger in his tone.
Once this was said, a number of people came forward and pulled Song Ming, not wanting him to argue with Yan Lei.
After all, the other party was a great Confucian.
But when Yan Lei looked at Song Ming, he couldn’t help but have anger in his eyes.
“How dare you!”
“How dare you!”
“How dare you.”
“Where did you learn that from? Did you learn your bad nature from Xu Qingnian again?”
“Arrogant and arrogant, do you have any Confucian character left?”
Yan Lei roared, pointing at his opponent and saying this.
“Shut up!”
Only the next moment, Song Ming directly shrugged off his friend’s dissuasion, and in public, he pointed at Yan Lei.
His face was red, full of anger, all of which tilted out at this moment.
“What are you Yan Lei!”
“In the past, you were a great Confucian and possessed the Confucian position, and I respected you as Yan Ru!”
“Today, you have no Confucian status, and I am a seventh-ranked Confucian scholar, so I respect your past and call you Yan Ru!
“But you, again and again, have humiliated us, the scholars.”
“We, the scholars of the Great Wei, respect the sages, not abolished scholars like you.”
“He is full of enthusiasm, young and talented, eighteen or nineteen years old, and has been able to enter the Great Wei Palace of Literature, so naturally he is too intelligent to write, even if indeed he does not fall into his eyes.”
“But you should at least take a look at it before you pa*s judgement!”
“You didn’t even look at it, you just threw it into a bamboo basket, not respecting Confucianism!”
“You humiliate us readers, yet you ask us to respect you.
“Your behaviour is truly arrogant, truly arrogant.”
“No wonder you were dethroned, if I were Xu Qingnian, I would also dethrone you from the Confucian position!”
Song Ming’s words were incomparably fierce, he couldn’t hold it in any longer, he couldn’t stand it any longer.
Today, he had completely and utterly exploded out.
“You! Arrogant!”
“Song Ming! How dare you disrespect the old man like that.”
Yan Lei roared in fury.
And several other great scholars could not help but frown and look at Song Ming.
“Song Ming! Yan Ru is not a great Confucian, but am I, Zhang Ning, a great Confucian?”
Zhang Ning spoke up, he was also a little angry, although Yan Lei did speak a little harshly, he was an elder, and you actually insulted him like this?
“Do you not want to stay in the Great Wei Palace of Literature anymore?”
As a great Confucian of the Wen Palace, he naturally would not help Song Ming, but rather, at first, take sides with Yan Lei.
But once this statement was made.
Many Confucian students could not help but frown.
It was true that Song Ming had gone too far in this matter, but what Song Ming said was true.
You Yan Lei said that you want everyone to respect you and your elders, and we all understand and know the difference between elders and children.
But the problem is, I respect you, but you don’t respect me, and that does make people feel sick.
“You shut up too.”
“Gallant thieves, old and immortal!”
“You have been hogging the important post of the Palace of Literature for dozens of years.”
“Relying on your own likes and dislikes, you treat us readers.”
“We do venerate the Great Wei Palace of Literature, but it is the saints who are venerated, not you old and immortal people.”
“Today! This D*mned place, I, Song Ming, am not staying.”
“Gentlemen, when we entered the Palace of Literature, we were full of expectations, and we all hoped that we would blossom!”
“To be able to help the people of the world, to be able to help the saints, but after coming to the Great Wei Palace of Literature, what have we become?”
“Those who run errands, those who wipe tables, and when we even write an essay and ask these great scholars for advice, we don’t even get any response.”
“What is the point of staying in such a literary palace?”
“Today, I, Song Ming, will destroy the Confucianism.”
Song Ming cursed loudly, and in the next moment, his body’s vast qi leaked out in all directions, he was completely angry, completely angry.
“You!”
“Someone! Expel him from the Great Wei Wen Palace.”
Zhang Ning pointed at the latter and cursed loudly and angrily.
He too was furious.
Only, as soon as he finished speaking, at this moment, someone among the crowd stepped forward.
One lane!
Ten lanes!
Twenty courses!
Thirty courses!
Fifty!
A hundred.
More and more people stepped out, they blocked the path of the Great Wei Wen Servants, their gazes colder than one another as they blocked in front of Song Ming.
The confusion in their eyes, the godlessness in their eyes, at this moment, lit up with different colours now.
The next moment, the young man who had been humiliated by Yan Lei to the point of being groundless spoke out.
“Yan Ru! The student has always revered you.”
“But today, the student realised that what Xu Shouren said was not wrong at all, the gallant thief is old and immortal.”
“I am not angry when you deny my writings, nor am I angry when you insult me!”
“But you, throwing my article, directly into the bamboo basket, the student’s heart, too, is completely dead.”
“The student, Sun Lai, today, also destroys his will, and with immediate effect, leaves the Palace of Literature.”
The young scholar said so.
As he finished his words, his great qi leaked out in all directions, and he also chose to destroy his own clear intention, giving up all that he had at the moment, in order to fight for this breath.
“You!”
“You!”
“You!”
“How arrogant of you, you two, to threaten us with this, how dare you, how dare you.”
Yan Lei and Zhang Ning were trembling with anger, they were angry, not at their backbiting, but at them for backbiting them in such a way.
Self-destructing Ming Yi?
What the hell was this going to do?
“Yan Ru!”
A great Confucian spoke up, trying to persuade, for he could see that the group of students were really angry.
But before he could continue speaking, in an instant, voice after voice, one after another, rang out!
“Today, I, Zhao Ning, destroy my own clear intention, the Great Wei Palace of Literature, turtledove, gallant thief, old and immortal!”
“Today, I, Li Ping, destroy my own clear will.”
“Today! I, Xu Zhaoge, destroy my own clear will!”
“Today! I, Sun Ling, destroy my own will!”
“Brother Song, I have come to accompany you.”
“Hahahahahahaha! Smooth! Bravo! All of you have the style of Confucian bones, I, Li, will not retreat!”
“Come!”
“Gentlemen, I’ll come too!”
“Old and immortal! A bunch of old and immortal things, happy, happy!”
That one voice rang out.
That one figure gradually stood up.
In the midst of the Great Wei Palace of Literature, a terrifying Vast Qi pervaded out and was proclaimed everywhere.
The people who destroyed their will for a moment were as high as hundreds.
The faces of several great scholars turned extremely ugly.
This was no joke.
The destruction of one’s will was not a trivial matter.
What they had understood was the sage’s will, and if they destroyed it, then the sage would sense it, but if one person destroyed it, it would not affect the sage.
But when so many people destroy their intent in one breath, it is a completely different story.
Hundreds of people destroying their will.
The Great Wei Palace of Literature had never seen such a thing happen before.
At this moment, the Great Wei Palace of Literature roared, and the faces of these students were one and all determined.
Even more, an inexplicable emotion appeared in the hearts of every Confucian student of the Great Wei Palace of Literature.
It was the emotion that coalesced from self-destructive Ming Yi.
The resentment in their hearts! The resentment in their hearts! The anger in their hearts! The disappointment in their hearts!
At this moment, this emotion was felt in the hearts of every Confucian student, except the great Confucian.
“Today, I, Qian Yi, destroy my own clear intention.”
“Today, I, Zhou Yan, destroy my own clear intention.”
One after another, more and more voices rang out.
These people, did not know exactly what was happening.
But they felt the feelings of the other Confucian students.
Didn’t Yan Lei despise seventh-rank Confucian students?
Those who sensed it now were all Confucian students of the seventh rank and below.
Some of the sixth-ranked Confucians also felt this disappointment.
This air of despair made all Confucian students feel low and resigned.
For a moment, they could not help but think of all the grievances they had suffered in the Palace of Literature.
At this moment, more and more Confucian students were ruining their will.
Yan Lei’s face turned pale.
He was not the only one, even Zhang Ning’s face turned pale.
The rest of the great Confucians were even more shocked.
Even if Xu Qingnian made a lot of noise, he could not move the foundation of the Great Wei Palace of Literature.
The reason for this was.
The greatest foundation of the Great Wei Palace of Literature was the scholars!
It was the world’s readers.
These constant streams of readers, who were fresh blood, were constantly injected into the Great Wei Palace of Literature.
They could lose everything, but they could not lose these readers.
“Yan Lei!”
“You are unbridled!”
Right at this moment, a voice of a great scholar rang out.
And above the vault of heaven.
The auspicious clouds of public opinion and talent that had originally coalesced unexpectedly began to ……. The cloud of public opinion and the cloud of talent that had been gathering in the vault of the sky actually began to collapse.
Even among the Great Wei Palace of Literature.
The statue of the saint shook.
It was as if it was a thunderous rage.
Hundreds of Confucian students.
At this moment, their gaze was even more determined.
It was at this moment.
An incomparably grand voice resounded through the Great Wei.
“I am Xu Qingnian, today I have achieved great success in the study of the heart and open the doors of the academy!”
