A Million Survival Laws of the Savior

In fact, she wanted to say that when she first saw Xun Qing, her heartbeat suddenly slowed down by half a beat, because when she saw the two of them getting so close together, she suddenly had a feeling—this woman is the enemy!

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This is yesterday's chapter, and today's chapter is still updated in old time.

Me?...disconnected from the internet again!

Well, this is my question. I only found out after I asked about it. Recently, the construction of the community accidentally cut off the network cable. It was used temporarily during the day, and it was cut off after midnight. At least three or four more days.

This update is still not released.

In fact, I only wrote about [-] words, and there is no way to update it at three o'clock.

←_←, I will try to update as early as possible in the future, so as not to be unable to update after midnight.

Chapter 420: Mozi

Qin State, Jixia Academy, in an antique quiet room.

There is a middle-aged man in a white robe sitting on a futon in the center of the quiet room. There is a wooden table in front of him. On the wooden table are neatly stacked bamboo slips. Next to the wooden table is an incense burner and a stove. The half-boiled hot water is boiling, and the hot water is brewing the tea leaves. In the tea pot, the tea leaves are tossed up and down, revealing bursts of tea fragrance.

Every scholar always has some other kind of leisure, some elegant sentiments and hobbies.

In ancient times and modern times, playing the piano, playing chess, tasting tea, and burning incense were all social activities and hobbies of the upper class.

The misty smoke ignites the eternal pleasure, and the exquisite incense burner puts down the leisure of several generations.

There is a saying in the past: a few bright windows, a scroll painting, a zither, a crane, a pot of tea, a incense burner, and a post; a small garden with quiet paths, a few clusters of flowers, a few flocks of birds, and a few pavilions , a few fist stones, a few pools of water, a few idle clouds... The smoke and cloud support, floating life and eternal happiness.

This is the ultimate elegance pursued by the ancient literati.

Of course, in the eyes of Bai Jue, who is a modern young man, it is better to turn on the computer and have an exciting LOL with all this time.

The various elegant hobbies of the Warring States Period obviously have not reached the level of the Jin, Tang and Song Dynasties, but the one in front of him is undoubtedly at the forefront of the times, and everything placed in the quiet room is very timely.

The middle-aged man in front of him is the famous Mohist giant, Mo Zi Mo Zhai, also known as Mo Sage.

Mohism and Confucianism were both known as prominent schools in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Periods. Their influence and popularity were so wide that they were known as Mohism instead of Confucianism.

Even Mencius said, 'If the words of the world do not belong to Yang (Taoism), they belong to Mo', which shows the brilliance of Mohist thought.

Mo Di is also an old antique. Like Confucius, he lived for nearly 200 years, but he still maintains a youthful appearance, which proves that his health-preserving skills are indeed good, at least drinking tea on weekdays can prolong life.

As a sage of the same age as Confucius, Mo Zhai has many differences from Confucius. He carefully read Confucius's autographed letter (the material is made of cotton silk), and nodded slightly: "It is written by Confucius's own handwriting, and the pen is not biased. Don't lean, it seems that he is still in good health, we haven't seen each other for decades, we even miss him, I just hope to have the opportunity to talk again."

"Teacher has always been in good health. He mentioned Mozi many times, and he misses you very much." Meng Ke said with a smile. Although she said so, she didn't believe it at all in her heart.

The thoughts of Mohism and Confucianism have a very fierce conflict. Confucius advocates generous burials, while Mohism advocates festival burials. Mohism also criticizes Confucianism for not believing in heaven, earth, ghosts and gods, which makes heaven and ghosts unhappy. In addition, there are many fierce differences of opinion.

Even though Confucius and Mozi respected each other very much, it was only respect, which caused these two old antiques to bump into each other. One second, they shook hands to express friendship, and the next second they put up posses and were ready to spray.

"The two are Meng Ke and Bai Jue mentioned in the letter. It is rare to see a disciple who can make Confucius so proud. I rarely see anyone who he would praise so much." Mo Di smiled and said: "Don't be cautious. , sit down."

"..." Meng Ke hesitated, she was a descendant of Confucius, and Mo Zi knew Confucius, so naturally she should treat her with the same courtesy.

But Bai Jue simply sat down with Panxi, but he was not polite at all: "Mozi is a giant of the Mohist school. The Mohist school is not as respectful as the Confucian school. Just show respect on the surface. Sit down."

"Superficial respect..." Mo Di was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing: "This statement is funny and quite spicy."

"Mozi, I'm really sorry, my junior brother speaks freely."

"It's okay, it's okay, Confucius also mentioned these things in his letters, so it's like that, but it's just like what he said, you're neither like a Confucian scholar nor like a Mohist, but rather like a sharp-tongued strategist." Mo Di stroked his beard lightly, and said with a smile: "Indeed Interesting, no wonder Confucius allowed you to come to Jixia."

"Jixia." Bai Jue sat on the futon and asked, "Is Mo Zi the principal of Jixia?"

"Principal? I'm just temporarily in charge of Jixia's various affairs, and occasionally mediate disputes." Mozi said: "In the land of China today, there is no one who can teach students with peace of mind like Jixia Academy It's time to go...Even here, all kinds of theories are inevitably withering, and there have been no scholars from other countries in Jixia for a long time."

"That's right. Although Jixia is not a place where we can cherish ourselves, six of the seven heroes of the Warring States Period cannot accommodate scholars." Bai Jue picked up his teacup: "If it weren't for the weak Qin Pian'an, I am afraid that there would be no such thing as a hundred schools of thought." There's nowhere to stay."

"It's a pity that Confucius didn't want to come to Jixia." Mo Di sighed: "The state of Lu is a small country. Under the pressure of the six countries, it will perish one day. If you stay there, it is better to go to Qin country, so as to avoid disaster.”

"The country of Lu is the hometown of the teacher, and the teacher is naturally unwilling to leave." Meng Ke replied.

"Then why are you willing to come to Jixia?" Mozi asked.

"For the common people of the world." Meng Ke replied sonorously and forcefully: "I would like to witness the theories of hundreds of schools with my own eyes to prove my way."

Mozi was noncommittal, but looked at Bai Jue with a smile: "So what about you?"

Bai Jue only gave one sentence.

"Slaughter the gods, destroy the six kingdoms, unify the world, and end this troubled world."

Mozi has not said for a long time, Mohism advocates universal love and non-aggression, universal love means fraternity with complete equality, and non-aggression means opposing war.

The reason why this kind of thinking is popular is that its fundamental purpose is to quell wars, so most of the Mohists come from the civilian class. The common people do not want wars, and only by quelling all wars can the era be maintained.

Therefore, the Mohists often help people defend the city, they do not attack but defend.

This approach curbed the tragedy to a certain extent, and also hindered the pace of unification to a certain extent.

However, with the deluge of the power of the gods, Mohists are no longer needed. Instead, they spend a lot of time on scientific research, studying geometry, physics and optics, and using mechanism techniques to build some facilities that benefit the people, and that's all.

Bai Jue's words were full of strong murderous intent.

As soon as the word Tu Mie is spoken, it means that he is neither a Confucian scholar nor a Mohist, because both Confucianism and Mohism advocate benevolence.

His thinking is more like a strategist and a military strategist, and the former is regarded as a warring country fraudster, while the latter is regarded as a group of reckless men who only know how to fight.