Peace Order-Chapter 809 - 98 Commoner, Confucian Scholar, Su Wang_4

Feng Xiao’s lips curled up slightly.

It wasn’t just Li Guanyi; the same thought crossed Chen Country and Ying Country as well.

Li Guanyi replied directly: "You may choose not to enter Jiangnan, to not contend for the world. However, if the common people merely survive without enlightenment, the Academy is not a force to dominate the world. The Academy should indeed aim to educate the world."

He raised his wine-filled cup and declared loudly: "May I ask all the scholars of the Academy, do you still remember the original Master, do you still remember traveling the world in pursuit of knowledge? May I ask you all, do you still remember the principle of teaching without discrimination?"

"The ’Rites’ say: A good singer makes others follow his tune; a good teacher makes others follow his aspiration."

"Is it that the scholars of the Academy study in the wealth of the Central State, or is it that they should walk the world?"

Chen Dingye’s and Jiang Wanxiang’s expressions changed dramatically.

They suddenly stood up.

Then slowly sat back down.

Jiang Wanxiang smiled bitterly: "This young man wants to uproot the foundations!" He slightly regretted not suppressing the young man earlier. Li Guanyi was too young, and he instinctively thought of Li Guanyi as the younger generation, thus getting pricked by his sharpness.

The scholars saw Marquis Qin Wu in a golden crown and red robe strolling through the Academy.

"Li Guanyi has come to the Academy today, not just for a single school or faction."

"Li Guanyi raises a cup of wine to the Academy’s eight hundred years of flourishing."

"To the Master who taught without discrimination, to all the Schools contending in brilliance."

"Li Guanyi boldly asks the Academy to emerge!"

"Like the ancient scholars, travel the world, enlighten all the people!"

In his eyes, there wasn’t just one talent, not a pile of talent. Li Guanyi came here to open up the closed Academy, and at the outset, only Gongyang Su Wang noticed this. The youth lifted his head, looked at the scholars, and softly said:

"Learn from them."

"Become them."

"And then..."

The wine in Marquis Qin Wu’s hand fell to the ground of the Academy, and he softly spoke four words. Just four words could stir up all the young blood still holding onto their ideals.

"Surpass them."

Mr. Wang Tong looked at Li Guanyi, he lowered his gaze and smiled slightly. In fact, he saw many flaws present, the path Li Guanyi wished to walk, hoping to select scholars by talent, hoping to allow the common people to study, enlighten, and to proceed step by step.

However, within the Academy, the great scholars have already taken hold, with their own philosophies and factions. Where there is Vast Righteous Qi, even if common people study and gain wisdom, they would ultimately be influenced by them, naturally converging into different factions.

The Academy should be pure.

Currently, the Academy is internally like a noble family, relying on controlling scholars, gaining fame in the world, siphoning the scholars’ vigor to achieve one’s own status, which should not represent the Academy, nor all Schools.

Eight hundred years accumulated too many flaws.

These flaws, alongside the recommendation system, spread like poison within the Academy.

Before the recommendation system is replaced by the imperial examination, these lingering toxins must be eradicated.

Before a new era, the Academy should be clean again, although after a few hundred years, new flaws will surely accumulate, but, fear not, fear not.

What comes next, boundless.

The noble spirit hides in the heavens, next in the earth, next in fame.

Wang Tong should undertake great matters, disciples venture into the world, and the world knows not my name.

Mr. Wang Tong raised his head, looking at Gongyang Su Wang. Su Wang watched this most cherished junior, stunned, before quickly realizing what he intended to do. With sorrow in his eyes, he sighed; Wang Tong smiled and cupped his hands, stepping forward.

His eyes lowered slightly, unhurried: "Previously, Wang Tong answered your questions."

"Now it’s my turn to ask you all."

"Great scholars, scholars, do they seek fame and fortune?"

The renowned scholars of this era were momentarily speechless.

Wang Tong smiled faintly, his eyes conveying perhaps a hint of regret, and said:

"In the beginning, the Master said that those who know are inferior to those who love, and those who love are inferior to those who take joy in it. Back then, I thought the Master’s words were profound, but later, having traveled through the world, I discovered a new perspective."

"Those who know are inferior to those who practice, those who practice are inferior to those who find peace in it."

"Know, practice the Tao, and finally find peace in the Tao."

Cheng Rulong’s expression changed dramatically, and he said: "Wang Tong, what are you planning to do!"

Wang Tong replied: "Confucianism is to become a religion, and the Academy has turned foul. I’ve seen the vast Literary Energy of you all like Qi Fortune, but upon careful inspection, what has been siphoned is the Qi Fortune of the Academy’s scholars."

"When the Saints among you do not perish, the scholars can’t rise, all getting their blood sucked by you for drawing Qi Fortune."

"Not dying when old is the mark of a thief."

"Everyone becoming a dragon, and you all are just the barrier before the fish leaping over the dragon gate, respect for teachers and the Tao?"

A thirty-three-year-old Confucian Scholar stepped forward half a step and declared loudly:

"What is respect for teachers and the Tao?"

"Disciples may not be inferior to their teachers, and disciples surpassing their teachers is the true respect for teachers, valuing the Tao."

"Rather than servilely bowing and showing deference while you follow the great scholars and masters, not differentiating between the higher and lower, what you crave is merely the disciples bowing to you."

"However, such trivial issues are nothing more than dust settling."

"Just wipe it off."

Wipe it off?!

Half of the authorities of the major schools in the All Schools greatly changed their expressions.

Wang Tong said: "The discourse on the Tao has concluded, Wang Tong will shatter the flourishing Literary Energy of yours today, diminishing the arrogance of the faction aristocracy. If the Academy enters the world, it should not be in this manner that invites ridicule."

"Rest assured, I will first sever my own."

When Wang Tong spoke this sentence, he finally displayed some of the youthful spirit, stepping forward, Vast Righteous Qi soaring into the sky.

Thus, within the Confucian Ancient Path, a more magnificent Vast Righteous Qi skyrocketed, transforming into swords. Under the All Schools, the literary brilliance formed from accumulated Qi Fortune began to manifest peculiarly, as if ready to disperse.

Yet there were those who truly embodied great scholars with their pure will.

A sound of swords resonated, grand and solemn.

In the Confucian Ancient Path, swords flew out, even the sword in Gongyang Su Wang’s hand flew out, landing before the young Confucian Scholar.

[Virtue] [Benevolence] [Righteousness]

Cultivate Virtue.

Seek Benevolence.

Embrace Righteousness.

With a sword in hand, the Confucian Scholar proceeded, looking at Li Guanyi, and said: "To set the heart for heaven and earth, to establish the life for the people."

"I haven’t been able to achieve those."

"But the third one, I can attempt."

He smiled, the Master holding the sword, pacing as he went.

The sky grew dim and oppressive, the wind and clouds surged, a surge of Vast Righteous Qi rose from every scholar in the Academy, transforming into a long sword. Wang Tong held the sword in both hands, slicing through the sky, as if severing the chains bounding the young scholars.

First breaking their inner spirit through learning discourse, then breaking their chains through Vast Righteous Qi.

Thus, the gate could be hewn.

Thus, scholars could emerge into the world.

Crisp sounds of breaking resounded continuously.

Thus, many so-called factions’ brilliance above their heads crumbled layer by layer.

Streams of Literary Energy absorbed layer by layer flowed into the bodies of those scholars, this scene of emotional change, mingled with the sound of swords, endless and stirring, resonating in a corner of the Academy’s bronze bell, its chime enduringly long, seemingly coming from a thousand years ago.

Wang Tong held the Su Wang Sword, the sword tip against the ground, sleeves of the Confucian Scholar fluttering, warmly said: "To continue the Absolute Skills of past saints."

"Reform outdated practices, establish new methods."

"Carry forward the past, and open up the future."

"The eight hundred years of shackles have been broken, the sea of learning is boundless, no more restraints, everyone—"

"Please!"

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