Chapter 125

Seeing Yang Guo's self-confidence, Huang Rong couldn't help hesitating for a while. Yang Guo saw that she was about to retreat, and knew that he was acting too confident. He secretly thought that something was wrong, and he was afraid that the game would be over, so he quickly said:

"Since my wife dare not, I should have never said it before, but I don't think there is any need to learn this Analects. Anyway, I know it, and I am no worse than you, my wife. Even if Master Zhu Er is alive, it is probably the same. Although the son may not be able to beat his old man, but it is not much worse, why don't we learn the martial arts of the great master? Or the whipping method of the third master is also acceptable."

"Oh! You really have a big tone. Second Master has been studying poetry and books for dozens of years. You don't even have a fraction of others. How dare you say such a thing? I can explain it better than me, so I will teach you a unique martial art of Peach Blossom Island." Huang Rong was not convinced, she didn't know how capable Master Zhu was, but she didn't believe what Yang Guo could say. Come on, better than her, so there is a good saying, don't get angry with a woman, or she will never end with you.

"Okay, since my wife is so interested and won't refuse after a while, then we've made a deal."

Huang Rong couldn't help but rolled her eyes, you're too shameless, obviously you forced me to bet, and I made you bet against each other, she didn't want to listen to his nonsense anymore, so she waved her hand.

"Okay, okay, let's talk!"

"Actually, there is nothing wrong with what Shi Niang explained earlier. The mistake lies in the 'to'. Having a benevolent heart is a very lofty and far-reaching longing for the entire Taoist school and all human beings. Why does such a lofty ideal come as soon as you want it? Where does it come from? If it is beyond life In addition, it comes from other places. When you want it, it may not be able to arrive, especially not immediately.

Therefore, when interpreting the "Zhi" in "Siren Zhiyi", it cannot be interpreted as "Dao", it should be "in", "I want benevolence", and "Siren" is "in", because he is already there. "

After some explanations, Yang Guo is also very confident, with clear enunciation, tone of voice, and rhetorical questions of all kinds of reasons.

It's just right, it won't make people get caught up and become more and more confused, but it appears in the mind as if telling a story. Huang Rong can't help but listen to it fascinated, as if the Yang Guo in front of him is confused by some theory. Saints in general.

Yang Guo is not trying to find fault on purpose. In ancient Chinese literature, especially the classics such as the Analects of Confucius, people of later generations must pursue the ultimate theory, and there will be no muddle along. He believes that any scholar will not bear the slightest Biased, this explanation is well-founded, I believe Huang Rong will never renege on her debt.

Not long after Yang Guo's words fell, Huang Rong finally came back to her senses, and sighed in her heart: I have to say, Yang Guo really convinced her this time, I don't know where he learned these truths, could it be that he happened to overhear? snort! Just try it out.

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"Okay, your explanation is indeed reasonable and well-founded. I admit that your wife is wronged, but it is impossible for you to say that you don't need to learn "The Analects of Confucius". After all, how do I know if you only know this sentence, unless you are Let's write down this Analects silently, so how about I believe you?"

When Yang Guo heard it, he thought she was cheating, so he reminded: "Wait, Master, what about the bet we agreed on? You can't cheat! It turns out that there is no such thing in what you said, otherwise I will tell Master and ask him to give it to me. call the shots."

Huang Rong couldn't help but feel angry: You kid, you are still threatening people. If the trouble comes to brother Jing, he will probably blame me. Anyway, I have my own way to deal with it, so why bother with it.

"Wait, who said you're going to cheat, I just want to see how good your literary skills are, you write first! Whether you can write it or not, I will teach you!"

Yang Guo hurriedly stopped in his tracks: "Little boy, you still fight with me, I am not the original Yang Guo, if Uncle Guo knows you are such a scoundrel, he will definitely stand up for me."

"Okay, just write."

He already had the real material, so he was not afraid. When he thought that he would be able to learn Taohua Island's unique martial arts in a short time, at least it was a first-class martial arts, he was very excited, and he wrote much faster, only a dozen I finished writing a piece in one breath.

Huang Rong also thought that he could memorize it but not write it. There are many people who can memorize "The Analects" but can't write it.

Unobstructed, often when writing silently, the more you write, the more you will form temporary amnesia, and it is extremely difficult to remember the later parts. Even if you are as smart as Huang Rong, you can't say that you will be able to finish this book silently.

Seeing Yang Guo's writing speed is extremely fast, Huang Rong couldn't believe it, so she came behind him and looked at the "Analects of Confucius" in her hand. I have to say that although Yang Guo wrote fast, the handwriting was very fair. It's really strange that the little child's handwriting looks vigorous and powerful. Every whole sentence is written like flowing water, without the slightest pause. I'm afraid he can't copy it at such a fast speed.

Huang Rong didn't interrupt, just watched, Yang Guo was also concentrating on writing the whole process, "The Analects of Confucius" is huge in length and wide in vocabulary, even if he has a photographic memory, he can't open his mouth like other literature. It's nothing, but dictation has increased the difficulty by more than ten times. After all, it is easy to write the previous and forget the latter.

Nearly two hours later, Yang Guo stopped writing, threw the brush aside, held the wrist of his right hand, and stretched his fingers while sitting down. Although he wrote at a slower pace later on, he kept on writing, occasionally writing in the middle. He stopped for a while, and while he was writing, his fingers were about to twitch, so he persisted until the last word.

"Hiss~ I've written it, so my wife can check if there's anything wrong."

"Don't worry, you wrote it word for word."

When she said this sentence, Huang Rong herself couldn't believe it. If everything hadn't happened in front of her eyes, it would be hard for her to believe that someone could write the entire "Analects" silently without missing a word.

In fact, the efficiency of talent discovery in ancient times was too low. There were so many Han people in the Song Dynasty. It was not that there were no talented people, but most of them were forced to make a living, so they were slowly buried, or like Wang Anshi's "Shang Zhong" Fang Zhongyong in "Yong" is average. Due to other reasons, there are many cases where he has a great talent but eventually becomes an ordinary person. Yang Guo believes in something that "I am born with a talent that will be useful". There are no useless people in the world, only those who do not work hard. That's why he took in those homeless people everywhere and raised them up, not only for himself, but also for them, at least once in this world, if he has the ability, he must do something and leave something behind.