Chapter 146 Chen Ping Kneeling and Begging for the First Sword of Confucianism
Seeing that the matter was almost discussed, Ying Yuan suddenly smiled, and then teased with a hint of joking.

"Mr. Chen, when the salt and iron monopoly is almost done, the Great Qin Royal Academy will also be open!"

"Have you figured out the dragon-slaying technique you mentioned earlier?"

"Don't do this to attract attention. You won't be the only one who will lose face!"

When talking about this, Ying Yuan recalled the first time he met this poison master and the arrogant look on his face.

Boy, that's such a big tone.

He even wants to teach me dragon-slaying skills?

Haha, Ying Yuan was too embarrassed to say it.

In his previous life, he had received serious dragon-slaying skills during his nine years of compulsory education.

It's just a fake trick that spreads rumors and makes blind praises.

That's the real thing with both theory and practice!

That truly ended the feudal dynasty that lasted for thousands of years and ushered in a new world!

Teacher comrade, forever!
With such a good example before him, Ying Yuan was really curious about what kind of "dragon-slaying skills" Chen Ping could come up with.

I won’t talk about wanting to surpass the dragon-slaying skills summarized and refined by the teachers and their generation of martyrs.

It has already jumped out of the shackles of history and current society, and is standing at the height of the entire history and culture of human civilization.

That was after reading thousands of books, traveling thousands of miles, seeing the sufferings and people's livelihood in the country, and repeatedly comparing and thinking about foreign countries, before the prototype was formed.

Afterwards, it became a scientific theory that was constantly adjusted, evolved, and improved in practice.

It is not just the brilliance of one person, but also the spiritual legacy of a group of people.

How can such a majestic and magnificent spiritual treasure be easily compared to by ordinary people?

It is precisely because Ying Yuan knows too well the true power and content of the Dragon Slaying Skill that he is curious about Chen Ping's so-called "Dragon Slaying Skill".

You know, his real dragon-slaying skills are meant to slay royal families like his own.

"Don't worry, sir. Ping has been prepared for this!"

"This dragon-slaying skill is the best, and Ping intends to attack the Confucianists!"

Chen Ping was not at all panicked when he heard this, but the content of his answer made Ying Yuan look particularly strange.

"Slash the Confucians first?"

"Well, the father is kind and the son is filial!"

Chen Ping merely stated his goal and Ying Yuan roughly guessed what Chen Ping was going to do.

But even so, Ying Yuan couldn't help but sigh.

Chunyu Yue is an old fellow whose knowledge, ability and character are not that good.

But the son he gave birth to is really awesome!
Moreover, he loves to watch the drama where filial sons and grandsons go all out to deal with their father, Old Deng!
Apart from other things, many of the inner workings of Confucianism would be beyond the reach of one like Chen Ping, who has not observed and understood them for a long time.

But precisely because of this, once these people really want to launch an attack on Confucianism, every move they make will definitely go straight to the vital point.

Tsk tsk, hurry up, I want to see a river of blood.

At this moment, Chen Ping didn't know that the young man opposite him had already begun to secretly adjust to the mode of watching the show.

In fact, he had been looking forward to this strategy for a long time.

That naturally goes very smoothly.

"My lord, you should know that Confucianism is no longer the Confucianism it once was!"

"The beginning of Confucianism began when a sage led 3,000 disciples on a tour of the nations!"

"His kindness, good deeds and the words of the saints truly achieved the unity of knowledge and action, which is why they were supported and passed down by all his disciples."

“But today’s Confucianism has changed!”

"Not to mention the greed for power and profit, they even tamper with the words of the saints for their own benefit."

"This kind of Confucianism has long lost the appearance it had when the sage first created it."

Chen Ping said this very seriously.

The anger and sorrow in his eyes were beyond words.

But Ying Yuan seemed somewhat disapproving.

"I think you are a little too demanding, Mr. Chen." "The world is bustling with people because of profit, and the world is bustling with people because of profit."

"As long as one is a human being, no matter if he is a Confucian or not, he will always have a desire for fame and fortune!"

"Confucians are not as otherworldly as Taoists!"

"How can one avoid fame and fortune in this world?"

Ying Yuan's words were not meant to whitewash Confucianism.

But in his opinion, the current Confucianism has all six subjects: rites, charioteering, music, archery, calligraphy and mathematics.

Any great Confucian scholar has a foundation in both civil and military affairs.

Disciples trained with such doctrines can actually be quite useful if they are trained a little and given some reasonable arrangements.

Chen Ping is angry about this now because he has high demands.

If he were to see the "stories" of those "Confucian gentlemen" in later generations, such as itchy scalp and cold water, he would probably be so angry that he would die on the spot.

Chen Ping was obviously a little surprised by Ying Yuan's words.

After all, this young man has always looked down on Confucianism.

How come when it really comes to using a knife, you start saying nice things instead?

However, this did not prevent Chen Ping from standing up and bowing.

"Sir, I have a favor to ask of you. I hope you can help me!"

Ying Yuan was startled when he heard this and raised his hand.

"Mr. Chen, if you have anything to ask for, please speak up!"

"Recently, by chance, I read through the "Lun Yu" that the prince gave to Prince Fusu, and I deeply agree with it."

"Therefore, I beg you to use this copy of Lunyu as a textbook for Confucianism in the Imperial Academy of Great Qin!"

"What?"

These words were like a bolt from the blue, which completely stunned Ying Yuan.

He asked again with some doubt about his life.

"What did you just say?"

"You want to use my book "Lunyu" as a textbook?"

"Or is it a special textbook on Confucianism?"

No wonder Ying Yuan is puzzled!

Others may not know, but doesn’t he know it himself?

What is "Lunyu"?

That's not teaching people to be gentlemen at all!

That's just teaching people how to be a gang leader like Confucius!
He could even imagine in his mind what would happen if he agreed.

I am afraid that in the future, among the students of the Confucian school in the Great Qin Royal Academy, the most arrogant ones will graduate.

If you don't have the physique to stand on someone's arms or run a horse on their arms, or if you don't have a good back, you should be ashamed to call yourself a Confucian.

Even at that time, when other schools of thought were debating with Confucianism, the Confucian disciples would pull out from behind an iron stick with the word "truth" engraved on it.

He waved his big hand like a palm leaf fan at the opposite side and laughed: "Brother XX from the opposite side, come over here, your Confucian grandfather is here to talk sense with you!"

"Look at the stick!"

When he thought of this scene, Ying Yuan felt that he was not clean.

It's simply a source of pollution!
But Chen Ping said quietly at this time.

"Sir, Ping has discovered that after reading Lunyu, Prince Fusu has changed a lot from the old-fashioned, dull and poisoned person he was in his early years."

"From this we can see that this book is indeed of great benefit to Confucian students!"

"In this case, why don't you put him in the academy so that other students can benefit from him as well?"

"I hope you will agree!"

After saying that, Chen Ping actually bent his knees and knelt down heavily.

(End of this chapter)