Da Qin: Confucianism, Dharma and Taoism

Swords flashed in Xiaoshengxian Manor.

Under the witness of Ying Wei, Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang, two Zongheng, were having the most important martial arts competition in their lives.

Swords flashed in all directions, showing the style of Zongheng's swordsmanship.

In addition to Ying Wei, many disciples of Confucianism were watching nearby, and everyone was holding their breath and concentrating, watching the sword light that spanned the sky.

The head of Confucianism, Fu Nian, frowned and looked at Zongheng's peerless swordsmanship with flickering eyes. After a long time, he said to Yan Lu beside him: "If we talk about swordsmanship, I am not as good as you-."

Although he didn't want to admit it, Fu Nian could only sigh that he was indeed not as good as Zongheng and the others in swordsmanship.

If he really fought with them with swordsmanship, he could only seriously injure one of them at most, and he would definitely die.

If Zongheng and Heng used their swords together, he would be defeated after a hundred moves at most.

Yan Lu always looked lazy and gentle to everyone. He comforted him, "Master, why bother to compete with Zongheng in swordsmanship?"

"Master is the master of my Confucianism. Martial arts and swordsmanship are not important. What is important is the inheritance of my Confucian philosophy."

"Zongheng and Heng are both disciples of Guigu. If we talk about martial arts and swordsmanship, they are among the best in Zongheng in the past few hundred years."

"Even Su Qin and Zhang Yi in those days might be no better than this, but they eventually lost the way of Zongheng. The way of Zongheng lies in forming alliances, in the skill of talking, and in the grasp of the general trend of the world."

"The so-called swordsmanship is a way to protect oneself. It is putting the cart before the horse to specialize in swordsmanship without seeking the way of Zongheng."

"If you ask me, Zongheng and the other two are not as good as the eldest brother. I dare not say that the Zongheng lineage has been cut off. Those Guigu books are still there, but it is also a visible fact that the Zongheng lineage has fallen into decline."

"But my Confucianism is different. My Confucianism is thriving and striving for progress. It is a bit ridiculous for the eldest brother to say that he is not as good as Zongheng."

Comforted by Yan Lu, Fu Nian laughed and shouted loudly: "Cheers!"

I don't know whether his cheers were for the swordsmanship of Zongheng and the other two, or for Yan Lu's words.

Ying Wei was sharp-eyed and sharp-eared. Although the two heads of the Confucianism spoke in a low voice, with Ying Wei's current martial arts, he could hear their words.

He smiled and whispered to the concubines beside him: "What Yan Lu said is not wrong. The Zongheng school has declined, but Confucianism is thriving."

A school of thought that can be passed down for 2,000 years must have its unique features. Even if Ying Wei takes the essence and removes the dross, there is no big problem in governing the country with the core concept of Confucianism in this feudal society.

He also admired the swordsmanship of Zongheng and his partner, but what he admired was not the wonderfulness of their sword moves, but more like appreciating the performance of the actors for him.

Yes, in Ying Wei's view today, even a duel between swordsmen like Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang is just an interesting and good show.The game is roughly equivalent to the pleasure of playing a good game in modern times.

In terms of actual combat experience, Ying Wei is still not as good as these two Zongheng.

After all, Ying Wei has never fought a real life-and-death battle with anyone in his life, but Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang fought their way out of life and death.

But even so, in terms of martial arts, Ying Wei has far surpassed Zongheng and the two.

So in Ying Wei's view, the competition between these two is an interesting drama.

The battle continues.

After fighting with Wei Zhuang for hundreds of rounds and nearly five hundred moves, just like playing Go, Gai Nie finally won half a move with the sword, and ended with a move of a hundred-step flying sword.

Wei Zhuang groaned, and his body flew out like an arrow from a string under the powerful internal breath of the flying sword, and hit the stone bridge.

With a loud bang, the bridge on the artificial lake of Xiaoshengxianzhuang was suddenly broken.

Seeing the broken bridge deck, the Confucian disciples all frowned, but in the end they could only shake their heads helplessly.

Wei Zhuang crawled out of the ruins of the broken bridge. He covered his chest and coughed up blood, quietly staring at Gai Nie in front of him.

Although Gai Nie was also injured by the sword, and even the sword wound was so deep that the bone was visible, it was an external injury after all. Compared with the internal injury suffered by Wei Zhuang, Gai Nie still won.

After a moment of silence, Wei Zhuang said in a hoarse voice: "Brother, you won, just like when we were children, I still lost."

He said this without any regrets or disappointment.

In fact, he has been losing to Gai Nie since he was a child, but his self-esteem made him not admit it.

Now that he is in his 40s, no matter how proud he is in his heart, he has finally changed his mentality.

Confucius said: At thirty, he is established, at forty, he is not confused, and at fifty, he knows the destiny.

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Wei Zhuang, after all, is a man in his 50s. He is no longer as proud as he was in his youth. After all, he has become more stable.

"Xiao Zhuang..."

Gai Nie said softly, then he turned his head to look at Ying Wei, turned the long sword upside down, ignored the wound on his body, and knelt on the ground with the hilt in his hand and said:

"The sinner Gai Nie, I apologize here!"

Wei Zhuang stood up from the ruins unwillingly. He also knelt beside Gai Nie, lowered his head and didn't look at Ying Wei. This was his last pride.

Ying Wei looked at the two of them quietly, and suddenly laughed:

"Gai Nie, do you remember that I once told you that there was something overseas. If you can bring it back to China, it will make the people of Qin less troubled by hunger as much as possible."

As soon as Ying Wei finished speaking, even the Confucian disciples looked at him in surprise, wondering if there was such a thing in the world?

Gai Nie's heart moved, and he said: "I still remember what your Majesty said, your Majesty wants to..."

Gai Nie roughly guessed what Ying Wei wanted him to do.

Ying Wei nodded slowly and said: "The reason why I supported the first emperor to build the mirage was not really to find something.The elixir of immortality is not for the Yin-Yang family. "

"I want the people of China to have enough food to eat, so I need to go overseas to find this species. Only Mirage has such ability."

"And this is what I ask you to do. After I get rid of the Yin-Yang family and take back Mirage, you and Wei Zhuang will follow the army to the sea."

"Four to five years at the shortest, ten years at the longest, I think this time is enough for you to bring back the species I need. "

After Ying Wei finished speaking, Gai Nie hadn't spoken yet, and the Confucian disciples were all whispering.

They looked shocked. They didn't expect that there would be such a magical thing in this world.

At first, these Confucian disciples were still a little unconvinced, but when they thought that this was said by His Majesty the Emperor himself, it should not be aimless.

For a moment, the Confucian disciples admired Ying Wei even more. It turned out that His Majesty supported the construction of the mirage not for some elixir of immortality, but for the people of the world.

Although Gai Nie was not a Confucian and did not have the idea of ​​serving the people of the world, he knew that what Ying Wei was going to do was right and beneficial to the people of the world.

So he looked serious and bowed his hands and said, "Gai Nie obeys the order!".B..