Necromancer: Ahem! I'm really not Lao Liu!

Suddenly, outside Zhang Dabing's small courtyard, many scholars sat on the ground, which created a unique scene. Although it did not have the tranquility of an elegant room, most of the remaining people were seekers of knowledge, which did add a bit of scholarly atmosphere.

These people were all well-trained, and quoting scriptures and classics was easy for them to do. They didn't need Zhang Dadan to tell them anything. It wasn't that they lacked. What they lacked, Zhang Dadan thought, was direction! It was ideas!

Zhang Dabing didn't waste any words and directly quoted a quote from Mencius: "As scholars, we Confucians should cultivate a noble spirit!"

In Zhang Dabing's perception, most of these scholars were above the fourth level, so they naturally gained some insights after hearing these words, as if a bright lamp had been lit in the hazy night.

Zhang Dabing continued, "Those born of righteousness are not taken by righteousness. Do not forget them, do not encourage them. Wealth and honor cannot corrupt them, poverty and humbleness cannot move them, and might and force cannot bend them!"

Zhang Dabing waited for them to think about it, and then quoted a sentence from Fan Zhongyan's "Yueyang Tower Inscription": "...you worry about the world before you enjoy yourself, and be happy about the world after you enjoy yourself."

Finally he said: "A true great scholar does not quote from classics or pick out sentences, but is able to understand the world!" After saying this, he said no more.

After hearing this, these scholars naturally understood the meaning!

This undoubtedly injected a "soul" into their practice of literature and Taoism, giving them a direction for the future, rather than the previous confusion of blindly practicing literature and Taoism.

The sixth-rank "Confucian" was the first to wake up and said, "Thank you for your guidance, sir. I wonder if there is anything you need!"

Zhang Dabing thought that instead of saying something vague, it would be better to be clear and clear to avoid any misunderstandings. He said directly, "I'm looking for a piece of jade that emits pure yang energy, which is called yang jade!"

After that, I went back to my room to sleep.

The next day, Qin Xiaomin asked Zhang Dadan, "Zhang Dadan, so many scholars came yesterday. Did you copy poems as well?"

Zhang Dabing said bluntly, "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. This is called mutual benefit and cultural exchange. You idiot, you have long hair but little knowledge. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense!"

Qin Xiaomin said, "I'm short-sighted? You copied it, but you still don't admit it. What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Dare said, "So you deserved to be beaten. We were just exchanging cultural ideas. I didn't say those things were my works! Is there anything wrong with us communicating with each other?"

Qin Xiaomin was too careless to react and said, "Is that so? It seems like this~"

"Hold it~"

As time passed, the battle for the Great Wall of Defense on the front line had already begun, and the news had also reached Yangyi District.

Of course, under Zhang Dabing's instructions, there was no large-scale attack... After all, the attack was not the goal, the goal was to get the "Yang Yu".

These scholars need time to react. With external stimulation, the owner of Yang Yu will naturally show clues.

As the battle situation on the front lines was projected onto the bustling Yangyi District, various situations began to emerge.

War is a touchstone. Under its stimulation, all aspects of human nature are revealed.

There are passionate people, there are timid people, there are those who sacrifice themselves generously~

Upon hearing the news, the zealous men's eyes lit up, their sense of justice and mission surging like a volcano about to erupt. Without hesitation, they packed their bags and prepared to head to the front lines, determined to stop the oncoming horde of undead and defend their country. Perhaps this is the essence of a scholar's loyalty.

Those who were timid. When they saw the scene of the undead invasion, their faces turned pale and their bodies trembled uncontrollably. Their former high spirits had long since disappeared without a trace. Some hid in their homes, closing the doors and windows tightly, as if by isolating themselves from the outside world, they could avoid this terrible disaster;

Others, seemingly unperturbed, are actually torn between inner and outer conflict. They harbor a deep concern for their country and yearn to stand up like those passionate warriors, yet they fear the unknown dangers, worrying that if they join the war, they will never return. Their resolve is constantly eroded by hesitation, unsure of where to go...