The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 146: Deng Lingxue, the master of Mohism in Chu, and the Mohism with great popularity among the people

Lu Buwei grew up watching Ying Chengjiao, so he naturally knew what Ying Chengjiao was talking about.

He thought about it for a moment and decided that telling the truth would only do good and no harm.

Isn’t it because Prince Chengjiao values ​​feelings that the Chu-affiliated relatives and a group of old ministers in the country love him so deeply?

What is taboo for a king is what is precious for a human being.

"The late king loved you very much," Lu Buwei said.

Kong Bin understood.

[Originally it was King Xiaowen of Qin.]
He looked at the young man in front of him with a gloomy expression, which did not seem fake, and he could tell at a glance that he had deep feelings for him.

He couldn't help but think of the Wei State where he once served. There was no family affection among the royal family of Wei.

The King of Wei and his younger brother, Lord Xinling, were suspicious of each other.

The King of Wei suspected that Xinling Jun wanted to seize his throne, and he hindered Xinling Jun in every way in Wei. Xinling Jun suspected that the King of Wei wanted to kill him, so he stayed in Zhao for a long time and did not return to Wei.

Kong Bin has rarely seen but has heard of royal fathers and sons, and brothers killing each other. Such cases are common in history.

This makes Ying Chengjiao, who was born in the largest royal family, particularly outstanding.

Kong Bin sighed sincerely:

“Only when you love your family can you love people outside of your family.

"The more I understand Chang'an Jun, the more confident I am about the future of the world.

"only……"

"But." Lu Buwei smiled bitterly: "We have to get past Gongsun Long first."

If Gongsun Long were to expose that Master Chengjiao was not a gentleman and his reputation was ruined, the gathering of students would be greatly affected in the future.

Kong Bin nodded silently.

Gongsun Long is the first obstacle at the moment.

It is generally acknowledged by all philosophers that no one in the world can surpass Gongsun Longzi in debate.

"If you keep doing it, you will become a gentleman." Kong Bin said with a smile, "Even if there is no debate, as long as Changan Jun can always do the right thing in the future, no matter whether it is a pretense or a sincere heart, he will eventually become a real gentleman."

Ying Chengjiao knew that the most important thing at the moment was to win over Kong Bin, and he didn't have much time to be sentimental.

My grandfather sacrificed his blood for the Qin State and dreamed of seeing the Qin State become strong.

The grandfather is dead, but he is still alive.

The living must carry on with the will of the dead, and this is Ying Chengjiao's fate.

The young man forced himself to come out of his lost state and said with a forced smile:
“Heaven is to earth, day is to night, sun is to moon.

“Everything has its yang and yin, and you can’t just look at one side of things.

"I can't win the argument with Gongsun Long. This is a devastating blow to me and us.

"But what if I have already said that?"

Kong Bin thought about this almost impossible possibility and continued:
"Then your fame will reach its peak at the fastest speed. If you were not too young, people would call you Ying Zi."

"Then from now on, I will be labeled as 'unparalleled in debate', right?" Ying Chengjiao looked full of longing.

"You wish." Lu Buwei chuckled. "There is no shortage of people seeking fame in this world. Gongsun Long can be called the best debater after he had fought many fierce debates. Even if you can really defeat Gongsun Long, you can't be called the best debater before you have defeated a large number of self-important people and a few 'sons'."

The value of Gongsun Longzi's debate is still increasing.

"Is Gongsun Long really that scary?" Ying Chengqiu sighed, "I have been reading the book Gongsun Longzi these days, and I had some ideas. But after hearing what you said, I have no ideas at all."

Kong Bin said solemnly:
“No amount of emphasis can be placed on this.

"A white horse is not a horse, a chicken has three legs, which one is not a fallacy known to children?

“But Gongsun Long said so, and you couldn’t prove it was a fallacy in front of him.

"From ancient times till now, I have never heard of anyone making such a strong argument.

"Since we cannot avoid it, it is a good thing that Chang'an Jun is fearless, but you must not continue to let your fearlessness deepen and turn it into arrogance."

Candles continued to burn inside the house, the flames keeping the darkness out of the windows.

Most of the city was dark, with only a few houses still having lights on.

Ordinary people can’t even get enough food to eat, so where do they get the spare money to light candles?

The rich spend money to buy light, the poor create babies to continue their destiny.

During the Warring States Period, people had no nightlife except for maintaining social relations.

On the dark street where one could only see the blurry fingers of one's hand, seven or eight people hurried past, disappearing like ghosts.

They were dressed in black clothes that looked like ink, blending into the night, and came to the outside of Lu's jewelry store.

then.

The tycoon walked to the door of the shop and knocked gently.

Inside the door, the shopkeeper heard the noise and his heart started beating wildly, he was very scared.

Although there is no curfew in this Wei city, it is already dark, how many good people are still walking outside?

Considering that there are so many people in the shop today, there must be quite a few skilled ones.

The shopkeeper then plucked up the courage to walk to the door, lie on the door, and shout to the gap between the two doors:

"Who?"

"Deng Lingxue." The great man said, "I want to see Lord Chang'an."

The shopkeeper behind the door, who was originally gloomy, suddenly felt relieved. He opened the door impatiently and invited Deng Lingxue and his party in.

"It turns out to be the master, please come in!

"Please wait for a moment, sir. I will go and report to Lord Chang'an right away!"

The shopkeeper personally served four pots of tea to the tycoon and his entourage, and also brought some snacks.

Everyone bowed their heads and thanked him.

"Excuse me."

"Thank you."

"Good work."

"..."

"It is my honor to have you all come to my shop, sir." The shopkeeper laughed so hard that his eyes were invisible.

Run to the back courtyard to look for Chang'an Jun.

Looking at his happy face and eager steps, it seemed like he was doing something for himself rather than for others.

For the shopkeeper.

Today, Chang'an Jun arrived first, and Lu Buwei, the leader of the Lu Chamber of Commerce, arrived later, but neither of them was as good as the giant who arrived last.

Deng Lingxue... It was the first time that Ying Chengjiao heard these three words and he didn’t know who this person was.

He tilted his head and looked at the shopkeeper who was puffing out his chest with a look of pride, guessing that this must be a big shot in the world who was more remarkable than Lu Buwei.

Anyway, the shopkeeper wasn't that happy when he recognized Lu Buwei.

Kong Bin's face looked a little unhappy, and he even showed obvious disgust. He had no good feelings towards Deng Lingxue at all.

To be precise, he had no good feelings towards the people of Deng Lingxue school.

"What is he doing here?" Kong Bin said bluntly, "Lord Chang'an, there is nothing good about this man."

Before Ying Chengjiao could say anything, the shopkeeper became unhappy.

The shopkeeper who had been fawning and obedient all day suddenly changed his attitude and shouted:

"Who are you? How dare you speak to the great master like that? What do you have to rely on? You really don't know how high the heaven is or how deep the earth is!"

Then he turned to Ying Chengjiao and said:

"Lord Chang'an, I am of low rank and my words are not taken seriously, so I cannot speak.

“But I heard that although Chang’an Jun is young, he is a true gentleman, so I dare to say something to him.

"Changan Jun is a gentleman, and Ju Zi is also a gentleman.

“A gentleman greets a gentleman, and how can a gentleman not greet him?
"Chang'an Jun must have more to say to the great scholar than to this arrogant man." Hearing the word "great scholar", Ying Chengjiao roughly understood who this Deng Lingxue was.

Among the hundreds of schools of thought, only the leader of the Mohist school was called a great master.

It is said that the Mohist School has a very high reputation among the people, and it is indeed well-deserved... Ying Chengjiao smiled and nodded to the shopkeeper, and asked Lu Buwei:
"Kong Binzi doesn't want to see him, what does the teacher say?"

Lu Buwei laughed and said as he stood up:

"Among the Kong family members who studied Confucianism, how many of them liked Mohism?
"When Master Chu Mo comes to visit, only Kong Binzi dares to turn him away."

Mohism was also a classification given by later generations. At that time, there was only Mohism, and no school of thought.

A family is usually named after a surname and is a collection of blood-related people, such as the Kong family.

Ying Chengjiao went down to the ground to put on his shoes and also laughed:

"I have long heard that Confucianism and Mohism cannot coexist, but today I have finally seen it with my own eyes."

"Humph." Kong Bin was very dissatisfied: "Mo was born from Confucianism, but he turned around and slandered Confucianism. What's the difference between this and a child disobeying his parents?"

In order to show their respect, Ying Chengjiao and his disciple Lu Buwei personally came to the front hall where the master was waiting.

Kong Bin didn't want to meet anyone from Mozi's school, so he refused to meet them.

As soon as Ying Chengjiao made eye contact with several people in the hall, he stopped and grabbed the commander who was about to walk over.

Lu Buwei glanced at him sideways and asked what he meant.

Ying Chengjiao pulled Lu Buwei and ran away, leaving behind a sentence from a distance.

"The front hall is small and it is not suitable for entertaining guests. Please invite the distinguished guest to the back garden."

"No need." The giant stood up and shouted, "This place is already very good for us..."

Before he could finish his words, two figures, one big and one small, had disappeared from his sight.

Everyone looked at each other and started talking.

"This kid does seem to be different from the Qin people."

"Few Qin people respect us."

"The people of Qin are having the worst time. This kid may be able to change their situation." (Note 1)

"It is hard to betray your clan and forget your roots!"

"What are you thinking? They are also human beings, just like you and me. You should love them as you love your parents."

"Teach me a lesson. This is my fault."

"..."

Kong Bin had just walked out of the large courtyard where the discussion was held and wanted to go back to his room to wash up and sleep.

Then he saw Lu Buwei rushing towards him, holding Prince Cheng Jiao in his arms.

"Zi Shun, stay! Stay!" Lu Buwei called out to Kong Bin from afar.

When they ran to Kong Bin, they warmly invited Kong Bin into the room to meet Chu Mo with them.

Kong Bin remained unmoved, shook his head and refused, and started to leave.

The school of thought he hated most was Mohism.

The boy took Kong Bin's hand and seemed very kind:

"People from the Mozi school came to visit you, but you, the sixth-generation grandson of Confucius, avoided meeting them. Aren't you afraid that people would say you are a direct descendant of Confucius who is afraid of Mozi?"

Kong Bin's foot paused in the air for a moment, then he stepped down lightly.

"Who would know what happened today? Brother Lu will ask the shopkeeper to keep his mouth shut and not say anything."

"And me." The boy looked innocent.

"...What do you mean?" Kong Bin understood and became a little angry. He hated being forced and threatened.

“It means I will tell others.”

"It is not the behavior of a gentleman, Chang Anjun. Aren't you afraid that Bin will change his mind by forcing him like this?"

"I am not a gentleman. Gentlemen are not suitable to be born in this world. Only the changed world is suitable for gentlemen to survive." The young man said helplessly: "I have no choice. If I force Kong Binzi to stay now, I can still find a way to win him over later. But if I don't keep him now, the master won't be angry, but I can only be a ghost, if there really is a ghost."

"What did you say? Are you too sleepy to be clear-headed?" Kong Bin didn't know whether he didn't hear clearly or Chang'an Jun made a slip of the tongue.

Ying Chengjiao said seriously:
"The boy is not sleepy, he is very awake. Deng Ling learned this to kill the boy."

Kong Bin was so angry that he laughed.

Mr. Chu Mo came to visit you in the middle of the night. Is it to kill you?
"Chang'an Jun, do you know who Deng Lingxue is? Do you know what the title of Juzi represents? Who is he?"

"I don't care who he is. I only know that he wants to kill me." Ying Chengjiao interrupted him.

Kong Bin turned to look at his old friend.

Your disciples are fooling around and being ignorant, and you don't even say anything?

"Stay." Lu Buwei advised, "I completely trust your judgment."

Kong Bin: “…”

He swung his long sleeves, stepped into the courtyard first, and sat back in his seat.

“Master Chu Mo, who is known as a saint among the people, visited late at night and wanted to kill a child.

"Bin has never seen such a spectacle before. Bin is waiting."

Kong Bin had just finished speaking and hadn't even sat down when someone walked in.

Kong Bin thought it was Deng Lingxue and looked at him coldly.

What he saw was a face that was much more handsome than Deng Lingxue, but one without any expression.

Sword Master, Gai Nie.

Kong Bin and Deng Lingxue not only knew each other, but also knew each other.

He didn't know the Sword Saint and just watched him walk in and stand behind Young Master Cheng Jiao.

"Gai Nie, known as the Sword Saint in the martial arts world." Ying Chengjiao introduced him in a low voice.

Kong Bin knew the term Sword Saint, but this was the first time he had seen one. Kong Bin did not follow the path of the martial arts world.

He nodded to Gai Nie with a gentle expression, thinking that this kid was really afraid of death...

Gai Nie nodded expressionlessly in return.

Another person came in from outside the door. Kong Bin looked in the direction of the footsteps. Could it be Deng Ling this time?
Then he saw a woman.

His face is frosty, his eyes are bright and shining, and his agile body is full of vitality.

White without flaw.

Kong Bin had seen Bai Wuxia before and knew that she was Master Cheng Jiao's personal female bodyguard who was extremely skilled in martial arts.

He watched as Bai Wuxia also stood behind Master Cheng Jiao and raised his hand to stop the young man from introducing himself.

“Bin knows this girl, no need to tell her.

"Changan Jun... you are so cautious..."

Ying Chengjiao forced a smile:
"Just self-protection."

Kong Bin: “…”

When facing the great master Chu Mo, he felt it was not enough to keep the sixth-generation grandson of Confucius, and he also called on two masters with outstanding martial arts skills... Really great!
This is a good thing, at least there is no need to worry about this guy dying young... Kong Bin thought positively.

He thought this was the limit, but he didn't expect that one person after another came in, seven or eight in a row!
The sixth-generation grandson of Confucius, who studied Confucianism, stared at the young man:

“Are you trying to protect yourself, or do you want to keep Deng Lingxue here?

"Bin wants to remind you that Deng Lingxue is very popular among the people. If you kill him, the consequences will be beyond your imagination."

Ying Chengjiao smiled bitterly:
"Sir, I really wanted to protect myself. Why would I want to kill a Chu Mo master?"

"Nonsense! Why would Deng Lingxue want to kill you? You..."

While the two were talking, Deng Lingxue finally came in.

This Chu Mo master looked around the room and felt that it was too crowded and not even as good as the front hall.

【Note 1: After Mozi's death, Mohism split into three schools, each of which believed that they were the orthodox inheritors of Mozi's thought and called the other two schools "He Mo".】

(End of this chapter)