The two walked around, not to mention that there were really a few things in it that made Confucius interested, not to say how precious they were, but to like, just like.

When Confucius walked out of the street of strange things, he carried several things in his hands, a broken brush, a broken tablet with hieroglyphs written on it, and something like a scroll.

Confucius threw the broken brush to Songjun and said, "Get acquainted, this is for you, help you cultivate." ”

Songjun hurriedly took the lid and said with a wry smile: "Master, you misunderstood, I just wanted to teach you this friend, and I didn't mean anything else." ”

Confucius smiled and said, "I naturally know, but you can take what is given to you!" After speaking, he continued to walk forward.

Songjun thought about it for a while, anyway, it was not a good thing, so he just took it! He put away the brush at will, hurriedly followed the master's footsteps, and asked with a smile: "Master, you said that this brush can help me cultivate?

Confucius smiled and said: "Writing with this broken pen often can stabilize your mind and improve your understanding." ”

"So powerful? You don't really believe the shopkeeper's words, do you? Do you really think it used to be Confucius's pen? Let me tell you, those shopkeepers can't believe a word, it's all nonsense. ”

Confucius smiled mysteriously and said, "What if he really says it?"

Song Jun laughed and said, "How is it possible? It's really a good thing, how can he take it out and sell it?"

Confucius walked forward with a smile and said: "During the Spring and Autumn Period, Confucius led 3,000 disciples to travel around the world, and an inferior brush recorded this journey. In the cold and summer, Confucius finally returned to Lu to write books and establish the way, and the inferior brush that accompanied him all the way could no longer carry the Tao of Confucius and broke by itself. ”

Songjun's eyes widened suddenly, and he stammered: "You, you don't mean to say, this, this is the broken pen, right?"

"That's not!"

Songjun let out a long breath, didn't you say anything?! His heart was light, and then a burst of loss emerged.

With a smile in his eyes, Confucius glanced at the brush in Songjun's hand.

Next, after the two had dinner in a restaurant, they went to Clothing Street, Fu Seal Street, Snack Street, Dharma Street and other places.

In the evening, Confucius and Songjun sat in front of the street stalls, eating barbecue and drinking juice.

Confucius ate a skewer of roasted kidneys and said with a smile: "It's fun to eat like this, I have eaten a lot of barbecue meat when I traveled, but it was only enough to put it in my mouth, and I never thought it was so delicious." ”

Songjun smiled and said: "Of course it's different, when we traveled by ourselves, we ate barbecue to survive, but now we eat barbecue for enjoyment, which is naturally more delicious." ”

Confucius smiled and said, "Reasonable!"

Song Jun squeezed his eyebrows and whispered, "Master, after eating so many kidneys, wait for the poor road to take you to a good place." ”

"Oh, I don't know where?"

Songjun pointed to the distance and said with a wicked smile: "Have you seen the place where the red light is on?"

Confucius nodded.

"It's called the Red Light District, and there are green buildings in it, singing and dancing and chanting poems. There is foot washing, massage and leisure to relieve fatigue. There are regular casinos, there are martial arts in the ring, and there are even women's branches such as Yihong Courtyard, you know. ”

Confucius frowned and said, "That's not where scholars should go. ”

Songjun rolled his eyes and said: "Merry and talented, talented and merry, I don't understand this, no wonder you can't practice." Let me tell you! Mr. Jingde often goes to play. ”

A trace of dissatisfaction flashed in Confucius's eyes, and he said, "Is it what?

Songjun shook his head and sighed: "He! He went to the red sleeves to chant poems with some beautiful women, read scriptures and recite classics. Accompanied by a group of beautiful women, it is really incomprehensible to chant poetry until dawn, you say?"

Confucius's face softened, and with a hint of a smile in his eyes, he said, "That's fine. ”

Songjun said speechlessly: "What's the matter, won't you go for a while? I'll take you to wash your feet and massage." ”

Confucius shook his head and said, "No need, it's getting late today, it's time to find a place to rest." ”

Songjun smiled and said, "Master, why don't you come to my house to live?" Although my house is not big, it is also clean and warm. ”

Confucius smiled: "No need, just stay in the inn." ”

Songjun said regretfully: "I still want to talk to Mr. Bing Candle Night! I don't know, what kind of inn does Mr. want to live in?"

"Any more specs?"

"Of course, different prices represent different services. ”

"What's the best?"

"The fox's nest, the only five-star inn in the city, is clean, luxurious, atmospheric, and expensive. ”

"The best? That's him. ”

"Sir is rich!"

In the middle of the night, Confucius sat in a soft sofa in front of the glass window in a bathrobe, with a bottle of wine on the small table in front of him.

Confucius took a sip of wine, looked at the lights outside, and sighed: "This is enjoyment!"

This water is also too convenient, just twist it and there will be water, hot and cold at will, thinking that if one day, all the people can live such a life, what a prosperous era it will be!

In the next period of time, Confucius walked around all the corners of the city, including the red light district, and the more he looked, the more he felt in his heart, and the biggest emotion was when the people could live such a life?

There is no tyranny in the whole city, no fights, no bullying, even though the red light district is full of desire, but it also maintains a certain order, whether it is a monster or a human race, it is full of smiles, and even those demon girls in the red light district are all smiling to entertain customers, isn't this the Datong society that they are looking forward to?

In the middle of the night, Confucius walked through the demons and ghosts towards Zhang Mingxuan's temple in Fangshi Square, as if he was out of the world, passing between two columns of guards, who were familiar with each other, as if they had not seen Confucius.

With a creak, Confucius pushed open the gate of Fang City, and everyone outside didn't seem to see the gate being pushed open.

Confucius walked into the temple, stepped forward and knocked Zhang Mingxuan's thigh, and said, "Get up!"

Inside the statue, Zhang Mingxuan frowned and looked at Confucius and said, "Who are you?"

Confucius smiled and said, "Confucius!"

Zhang Mingxuan exclaimed in surprise: "Can you hear me?"

Confucius smiled and said, "Yes!

"No, Confucius, you are Confucius!" Zhang Mingxuan exclaimed.

Confucius nodded.

Zhang Mingxuan exclaimed in surprise: "It turns out that Confucius is here, please sit, please sit, don't be polite." ”

Confucius glanced around the empty surroundings, where to sit?

Zhang Mingxuan smiled dryly: "They didn't even prepare chairs, they really deserve to fight!"

Confucius smiled and said, "No, I came here this time because I want to ask for advice." ”

"Oh, what's the matter?" Zhang Mingxuan said curiously.

Confucius said with a solemn face: "Divine Monarch, do you know the method of cultivating talents, which is the kind in "Confucianism and Taoism Most Holy". ”