Spring and Autumn I Am King - Chapter 1217

After stumbling, finally, when the New Year was approaching, Confucius returned to the place where he was born, Zouyi, Lu County…

When the youngest left home, the eldest returned, the local accent did not change, and Confucius was in a very complicated mood. The young villagers would not recognize him for a long time. They only knew that this old man was the famous Confucius, who is also the current state of Zhao. A figure respected by the monarch, many of his disciples are officials in Lu County, and they can’t help but feel a little more respect for him.

Back at the old house, Kong Li and his grandson Si greeted him and returned to Kong’s old house. Everything was the same as before. The day when the family was reunited, they had been looking forward to for many years, and finally came true.

Confucius in this life is unfortunate, and his ideals have been hit harder than in history. But he is also lucky, his beloved disciples Yan Hui and Zi Lu are still alive, and his son did not die because of the improvement of medical conditions in Lu.

After settling down, the first thing Confucius did was to ask Zilu to bring in the box specially designed for the important brochures. The so-called “Yixiang” bamboo slips of the so-called destiny, but the “Spring and Autumn” that is still being written…

The disciples of Confucius all knew that when the Master was doing his studies, he never made a decision alone when he could discuss with others in terms of words. However, when it came to writing “Spring and Autumn”, it was different. What should be written must be written, and what should be deleted must be deleted. Even the disciples like Yan Hui, who were good at writing, could not add or delete a word for him.

Confucius was in high spirits. Since he was sick and old, he has rarely been so clear. He sat in front of the desk, raised his hand, and said without emotion: “Pen.”

Zisi sent a pen.

After lowering his head to write for a while, Confucius raised his hand again: “Cut.”

Kong Li offered copper sharpeners.

“The Spring and Autumn”, this is the work of Confucius in the past ten years. His proposition was destined to be unimplemented, so he could only make “The Spring and Autumn” based on the historical books of the state of Lu. From the first year of Lu Yin (722 BC) to the present (476 BC), it includes twelve monarchs of the state of Lu. It is centered on the state of Lu, respects the Zhou royal family as the orthodox, and uses Xia and Shang as a reference. Therefore, the monarchs of Wu and Chu who called themselves kings were still derogated as viscounts in the “Spring and Autumn”; Zhao Wuxi was in an alliance with the princes in Huangchi. It is recorded as “Zhou Tianzi’s hunting tour”. By analogy, “Spring and Autumn” uses this principle to praise and criticize various events at that time.

The most worrying thing for a gentleman is that there is nothing left after death. Confucius hopes that he can use this to keep some of his thoughts. This historical book is the embodiment of his thoughts, so Confucius said, “Knowing that I have sinned against me, it is only the Spring and Autumn Period!”

However, since his return, all traces of the state of Lu have disappeared, and after he met Lin again on the banks of Onoze, Confucius suddenly became disillusioned.

After scraping off the nonsense of “weird and righteousness” before, and writing about Yulin again, he stopped writing and sighed:

“The old man opened a private school, taught him without distinction, and spread his knowledge. I hope that through this, more people can understand and maintain the ritual of Zhou. Unexpectedly, the more you understand, the more unwilling to be content with the status quo. The disciples understood the general situation, and they all threw themselves into Zhao’s sect, eager to help Zhao to dig the grave for Zhou Li, what a trick, how absurd…”

Looking back on my life, I was busy, but in the end it was empty.

“The same is true of “Spring and Autumn”, no matter how you write it, no matter how hard you try to praise and criticize, people who steal the country will not be afraid of it. No matter whether the beast comes out or not, I can’t stop Zhao Zitai from perishing everyone. His general trend is obtained by himself little by little. Those who follow the trend will prosper, and those who go against the trend will die. I just hope that he can have a little kindness towards the three generations and Zhou Li, and he can promote it and not abandon it. “

After speaking, Confucius never wrote, and the Spring and Autumn Period will no longer write.

The things he wrote have become ancient and obscure history, they are the imprint of the previous era, and the new era does not need them…

Let a young man with high fighting spirit start a new era, and he, Zhongni, is destined to be consistent, he can only hold on to his shortcomings and be a burial of the old era…

“In this world, there is nothing I can do, my way, I’m poor!”

He allowed the last ink to dry on his own, leaning on a cane and hobbled out of the house with the help of his son and grandson.

Outside, it’s snowing.

In the past, I went, willows and willows Yiyi; now I come to think, rain and snow are falling.

A heavy snow was pouring down from the dark dome-like sky. The scenery of the northern country was frozen for thousands of miles and snow drifted for thousands of miles. Kongqiu, who had been away from the Central Plains for a long time, had not seen such a magnificent snow scene for many years.

There were countless pieces, and the icy snowflakes danced in the air. They fell on the top of the city, on the ground, and on Confucius’ all-white bun. He raised his head, and the corners of his lips moved slightly.

Why did the light reflected from the snow look like warm sunlight in his cloudy eyes?

He seemed to see himself sitting on the ground under the sun in the early spring, still with the chief horn tied, and made ritual vessels out of mud, imitating the appearance of the elders in the village offering sacrifices to their ancestors.

He seemed to see that in the wind of Mu Chun and Xi, he was walking with his disciples in the mountains and rivers. At that time, Zhong Ni was in high spirits…

“In the late spring, spring clothes are ready, five or six crowns, six or seven boys, bathing in Yi, dancing in the wind, singing and returning…”

“I really want to see the appearance of spring in the countryside again!”

In the same year, Confucius met Lin, who wrote the Spring and Autumn Period, died in Zouyi, and was later buried in the northern Sishang of Lu City. His disciples all mourned for three years…

…

“Mountains look up, and Jing Xing stops.”

When he heard the news of Confucius’ death, Zhao Wuxi had already arrived in the suburbs of Yecheng. He didn’t talk much, just said these eight words silently.

The Marquis of Zhao did not cry bitterly, nor did he have a long speech, because Confucius could not be used when he was alive, but when he died, he pretended to make sacrifices to mourn him.

What’s more, it is difficult for Zhao Wuxi to make a proper evaluation of Confucius’ life.

Historically, he was originally one of the masters of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. At most, he was an advocate of private learning. The “Spring and Autumn Period” he wrote has become synonymous with an era. But after his death, as the status of Confucianism in the Han Dynasty became more and more exalted, Confucius was gradually regarded as the most holy teacher, higher than all other schools of thought. Later, some people even believed that Confucius had truly accepted the mandate of Heaven and succeeded Zhou as king. Although he did not really ascend to the top, but ideally speaking, he is the uncrowned king who reigns over the world, King Su, the saying that there will be a king in five hundred years, is considered to be confirmed by Confucius…

But now, the status of Confucius will be very different from that in history.

“You are no longer a peak that has been lifted higher and higher by future generations, nor is it the bright moon of ‘the Master is gone, the ages are like long nights’, but one of the bright stars of this era.”

“Master, is this what you want to see, or what you don’t want to see?”

Reaching out ~www.mtlnovel.com~ to catch the slowly falling snowflake, Zhao Wuxi remembered the conversation in the small cottage in Yexian County.

Confucius did not condemn Zhao Wuxi in indignation, nor did he congratulate Zhao Wuxi on the matter of replacing Zhou Shi and becoming the emperor.

He just let Zhao Wuxi approach, on his hand, with rickety and aging rough fingers, he wrote a word, and then closed Zhao Wuxi’s palm, Quan was the only thing he gave him.

That is a “king” word.

“In ancient Cangjie’s calligraphy, the king was three horizontal and one vertical. The three horizontals represent heaven, earth, and people respectively. One vertical refers to the person who is connected to the heavens, the earth, and the people, and is called a king!”

“The way of establishing the heaven is yin and yang; the way of establishing the earth is softness and rigidity; the way of establishing man is benevolence and righteousness…and the so-called king must have three talents in order to be able to rule the world…”

“Zitai, you have the will of a king, but you have the heart of a king? Are you ready?”

This is the last word Confucius left him.

Allowing the snowflakes to melt in his palms, Zhao Wuxi turned his head and saw the mighty army of Zhao State, like a black dragon in the snow-capped Jizhou land. Thousands of Yulin army soldiers were very excited, and they didn’t shout cold and tired at all, and they walked forward while shouting heroic slogans.

Because they are doing something that has never happened since Zhou Ge’s Yin order – they are carrying the cumbersome Chengzhou Jiuding and moving to Yedu!

How heavy is Jiuding?

The weight of the country is as heavy as the Jiuding!

At this moment, the thousands of miles in the Central Plains have been merged and merged by Zhao Wuxi, and they are as heavy as nine tripods, and Zhao Wuxi can also take them in his heart.

“It deserves its name, Master, I’m ready!”

In the middle of winter and the twelfth lunar month in 476 BC, Confucius died and Jiuding moved. An era called “Spring and Autumn” came to an end!

ps: Chapter 2 is in the afternoon