Among the many discussions, the most controversial is the selection of the Analects.

Hongjing: I am Hongjing, the president of Huashan Academy, and I hereby call on people with lofty ideals in the world to ask Zhang Mingxuan to give me a Confucianism to say, shamelessly tampering with the classics and blaspheming the sages.

Wang Linlin: Master Hong is polite, I'll sign up!

Hongjing: Are you?

Wang Linlin: (smiling) I am the young owner of Chang'an Qionglin Bookstore.

Hongjing: It turned out to be Qionglin Bookstore, and I have admired the name for a long time.

Black King: Fuck you! No! People bite Zhang Mingxuan, but they don't know the hearts of good people.

Hongjing: (angry) Which one are you?

Black King: Your ancestor.

Between the sea of clouds: Brother Hong's words are not wrong! I don't think there is anything wrong with Zhang Gongzi's move, one is to promote my Confucian knowledge, and the other is to teach us a truth, and there will be different scenery when we turn in one direction, which also broadens our minds.

The trip of three people: Bad! Changing the Confucian classics is like child's play, which is a big disrespect.

Hongjing: That's right! Reading the classics of the sages is like bathing and changing clothes, pious and sincere, what is the reason for such a child's play?

Gu Sheng: I have a different opinion, but this change is good for students' memory.

Yayun: Bad! Bad! There is no ancient rhyme at all, even if you memorize it, it will have no effect.

There are more and more discussions on the Internet, the momentum is getting bigger and bigger, and the atmosphere is becoming more and more tense.

On the hanging island, Yan Hui said goodbye to Zhang Mingxuan with a group of elementary school students with a smile on his face, and a group of children looked at Zhang Mingxuan curiously, smiling and waving on Feishu.

A huge book rose into the air under Zhang Mingxuan's gaze, and a different color crossed in the dark night.

Zhang Mingxuan stood on the island and said to himself with a smile: "Confucian flying boats are different from other people's, fashionable!"

Yan Hui led a group of children to sit on the paper, and an invisible protective shield shrouded the book.

A little girl hummed softly: "Zi said: "Learn and learn from time to time, don't you also say? There are friends from afar, and you are happy? People don't know and are not ashamed, and they are not ?...gentlemen."

Yan Hui smiled and said, "It's so nice to sing!"

A little boy looked up at Yan Hui and asked, "Dean, will they like what we sing?"

Yan Hui laughed and said, "You sing so well, of course you will like it." ”

Yan Hui's heart moved, took out his mobile phone and said with a smile: "Now I'll show you how much you like you!"

With a wave of his hand, the screen unfolded in front of him, and the screen was the TT group, and the children all craned their necks curiously to look.

Immediately a message appeared, Mr. Kagami: I just want to know who those children are? Such audacity, damn it!

Then someone replied, Hongjing: That's right, including their teachers, they should be punished severely, and not severely punished is not enough to make the people angry.

Yan Hui's face changed, and he instantly retracted the screen. Turning his head to look at the children, he saw that the children were uneasy, and a few girls looked at Yan Hui with tears in their eyes.

Yan Hui turned his mobile phone to private mode, and the message was swiped upward, and the more he watched it, the more popular it became, and a group of people attacked the show on the Internet in the name of maintaining the classics of the sages.

Yan Hui typed directly: What are you looking for their teacher for?

Yayun: I want to teach him a good lesson, let him understand what is called ancient rhyme, what is called the weight of history!

Mr. Jinghua: In my opinion, they should go to the Confucius Institute and kneel in front of the statue of Confucius and plead guilty.

Above the sea of clouds: Have you had enough? They're just kids, and they're doing the right thing.

Hongjing: Strict teachers produce high apprentices, and we are also for their good.

Yan Hui immediately replied, Confucius: (sneering) I am their teacher, but I think they are right.

Bai Ziyu: So you are their master! Are you still unrepentant?

Junshi: Confucian scum, misleading people's children!

Wang Linlin: Are you still a teacher like this? Which sage classics did you read, and your teacher taught you like this?

Above the sea of clouds: Don't worry, sir, I think you're doing the right thing.

Fisherman: I've got your back.

Mr. Kagami: (angry) Do you dare to give your name and address?

Confucianism: Confucius Academy, Yan Hui!

Above the sea of clouds:...

Fisherman:...

Gu Sheng: ...

He Musheng of Canghai College:...

.........

The group fell silent in an instant.

Black King: Hey, hey, there's a good show.

Mr. Kagami: You... Are you really a Yan master?

Confucius: Does anyone dare to impersonate me?

Hongjing: Students meet Master Yan, students don't know it's you!

Mr. Jinghua: Master Yan, those who don't know are not guilty, please forgive the students for their false words.

Confucius: Why didn't you think about forgiving those children just now? Didn't you threaten to punish them severely?

Yayun: Master Yan forgives sins! Master Yan forgives sins! The students are narrow-minded and short-sighted, and they see through Master Yan's intentions, and they speak wildly, and ask Master Yan to forgive the students.

Confucius: Didn't you say that you would be guilty of asking for it? Then come! It's okay if you don't come, and you don't force it.

Yayun: Students will definitely be guilty of guilt.

Mr. Kagami: Let's go, student.

Hongjing: The student will go and ask Master Yan for forgiveness.

......

The following group of people responded, and they would definitely go to the guilt.

In a palatial room, an old man in his late teens sat in the Taishi chair with a pale face.

A woman who was no more than forty years old walked in with a smile, and when she saw the old man's pale face, she immediately panicked, and hurriedly ran over and grabbed the old man's arm and cried: "Master, sir! What's wrong with you? Why did you go without saying a word? Have you made a will? Have you written down your promise to divide my house?"

The old man was suddenly furious, stood up suddenly, waved his hand vigorously, and shouted: "Get out~ Get out of here!"

The woman stood up and said embarrassedly, "Sir, you are still alive! He turned around and ran out in a panic.

A middle-aged man walked in from outside and said with a smile: "Dad! Sanniang has made you angry again." ”

The old man sat in his chair depressedly.

The middle-aged man sat next to him casually and laughed and said: "Dad, I encountered a funny thing on the Internet today, a group of people in the TT group criticized the Analects selection for being bad, and they also tied up teachers and students to the Confucius Institute to take the blame, but I didn't expect that teacher to be the director of the Confucius Institute, Master Yan." Hahaha~ Dad, you say it's funny!"

The corners of the old man's mouth twitched twice and said, "It's not funny!"

The middle-aged man looked at his father in surprise, isn't his father's laughter usually very low?

The old man looked at the middle-aged man with a pair of dead fish eyes and said, "My online name is Mr. Jinghua." ”

The middle-aged man just got the cup of tea in his hand, and it fell to the ground with a bang, and the tea fragments splashed everywhere, looking at his father dumbfounded.

This kind of similar thing happens in many places, and many people are destined to have no sleep all night, and they really have to keep the New Year!

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