At the end of the song, Confucius rested his hands flat on the piano stand, intoxicated.

Peng Zhou sat on Confucius's side and looked at Confucius stupidly. At this moment, his mind is not here, but in his memory.

It took a long time for Peng Zhou to recover. The sound of the piano was gone, and he realized that he had lost his temper. This time! Looking at Confucius's eyes, there is spirituality.

I saw that Confucius was completely immersed in the rhythm of music and the wonderful world of music. There was a subtle smile on his face, and that sense of happiness filled his whole world.

It took another long time for Confucius to withdraw from the world of music. Seeing that Peng Zhou was looking at him, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Do you know the rhythm of music?" ”

"I don't understand!"

"Hmm!" Confucius's expression changed and he said, "I forgot to teach you the rhythm of music!" ”

"I don't love music! Mr! ”

"Your teacher doesn't know music! He can only 'drum and sing', hehehe! ”

"Drum and song?"

It's not that Confucius laughed at Zhuangzi, it's true: Zhuangzi doesn't understand music.

Regarding the matter of singing with drums, Peng Zhou naturally knew. This incident later became a historical allusion and was passed down.

Legend has it that Zhuangzi's wife died, and Zhuangzi was sad at first and began to cry. Think about it: everyone is going to die, and death is a new beginning. So! He didn't cry anymore. Opposite! He also beat the clay pot and sang.

Because he is a Taoist, he understands the Tao thoroughly. He is known as "Lao Zhuang" by history, and is as famous as Lao Tzu.

Taoists believe that nothing dies, and that death is just a new beginning. Death is only the end of this thing, this thing. But! It is again the beginning of something new.

So! He felt that his wife's death was something to celebrate. Because! His wife did not live a good life with him, and she was burdened and frightened. Now that she is dead, it is a relief, the beginning of a new life...... Maybe? Is her new life happy?

Outcome! His story was spread. And most people don't understand him and laugh at him.

In particular, Confucianism, represented by Confucius, believed that Zhuangzi violated etiquette and had no humanity. If someone else dies and you still sing, that's disrespectful to the dead.

Confucianism believes that death is a sad thing, so! When a dead man is dead, he should not sing, but should weep and play mourning music.

At this time, Confucius said this to Peng Zhou, not from the perspective of academic thought, but! Quoting "Singing with a Drum" is used to prove that Zhuangzi does not know the rhythm.

"He doesn't know music, he doesn't understand the world of music, he can't experience the beauty of the world of music! But he! The understanding of real life is still commendable! He sees things better than I do! Confucius saw that Peng Zhou's expression was a little dissatisfied, and quickly explained.

Although he has a good relationship with Peng Zhou, Peng Zhou is a student of Zhuangzi after all, and he gets along with Zhuangzi day and night, and he has some feelings. If you talk about the shortcomings of his teacher, people will definitely not be happy.

"Sir, this is?" Peng Zhou should be reconciled.

"What's right is right! What is wrong is wrong! I, Kongqiu, am not the kind of person who doesn't admit mistakes! I admit it! I was wrong! Confucius sighed.

"You are a saint! Where are you wrong? ”

"Saints? Where am I a saint? Confucius sighed: "I participated in Lao Tzu's sage training class, but I, Confucius, was born stupid, and I still didn't understand the way of a sage." ”

"Where? Where? Peng Zhou complimented: "History will remember you!" I believe! You will definitely become a saint! ”

"Hehehe!" Confucius laughed self-deprecatingly: "Don't laugh at me!" I ask you! What do you plan for the rest of your life? What are your plans for the future? ”

"This?" Peng Zhou was still worried just now, so he was asked by Confucius, and he couldn't answer for a while.

"I see that when you grow up, you should go out too! You deserve to have your own life. ”

"Me?"

"When I used to live, when I was alive, and it can be said that before I went to Lao Tzu's 'sage training class', I lived in an ideal world and ignored real life. Outcome! My life has been a failure! Confucius sighed.

"You? How did you fail in life? ”

"Don't flatter me! Go ahead! What are your plans for the future? ”

"Me?"

"Do you know where you live now?" Seeing that Peng Zhou couldn't answer, Confucius asked promptly.

"Me?" Peng Zhou thought for a while and said, "I heard Mr. and them say that we live in the heart realm!" ”

"In the heart?"

"Heart!"

"Heart?" Confucius responded: "The mental world you are talking about is probably the psychological world, right?" ”

"Yes!" Peng Zhou responded: "Sir, they said! Only in the mind, that is, in the mind, can we meet! Otherwise! How can we meet? Mr. said! People in the heart are all dead people, and they are already dead in real life, so they live in the heart world, in fact, they live in the hearts of others. ”

"Then why are you living here? You're not dead? ”

"Me?" Peng Zhou responded: "Living people can live in the heart through imagination and communicate with the people in the heart world!" ”

"Do you want to live forever in your heart?" Confucius asked very seriously.

"This?"

"The state of mind you are talking about is similar to the ideal world I have built! I! Kongqiu! I used to live in an ideal world, imagining how beautiful the future world would be, and then working hard for this dream. Outcome! In real life, I didn't live well!

So! Peng Zhou! I also don't want you to live in your heart forever, and don't live with Zhuangzi forever. You! It's going back to real life! Because! You've grown up! You have to learn to live independently, you have to have your own life! Got it? ”

"This?" Peng Zhou answered, not knowing how to answer.

"We have to live in the real world, not in the ideal world, not in the mental world. It is not to live in the shadow of parents and elders, let alone to live under the pity or oppression of others, but! Have your own ...... life."

"Me? Can't I live with you forever? Peng Zhou asked.

"Can't!"

"Why?"

"Because you're a big living person!"

"Am I a big living person?"

"Aren't you a big living person? We are the dead! Only the dead live in what you call the state of mind. And you! Not dead people! You're just living in a dream-like world, so! You're with us! ”

"Why am I living in a dream-like world? Live for more than ten years? I feel like I've been living here for more than ten years, right? ”

"Isn't the life of a carefree child living under the care of their parents and elders like a dream? Isn't it? ”

"Me?"

"You've grown up and you're going to face your own life!"

"Me? I don't have any parents and elders? I? Where am I carefree? ”

"Zhuangzi? Dai Zi, aren't they your parents and elders? And your brothers, who doesn't want you to be happy? So! You live in a dreamy world! But! As you grow up and you become sensible, you will have to face real life! ”

"This!"

"Look that way! Over there! In front of your eyes, it's real life! This is Sengoku! An era of almost daily wars! Confucius said, pointing with his hand ahead.

In front of them, the town in the distance gradually enlarged and displayed in front of them, as if they had come to the front of the town, and the situation on the town could be seen clearly.

Suddenly! The situation suddenly changed! The originally peaceful town became tense. A team of cavalry rushed from afar, and they rushed straight at it with murderous spirit.