I am not Yuan Shu

Chapter 108 This wine is still warm

Seeing Wang Yan rushing out in a heroic and high-spirited manner, Han Zong was greatly relieved. He smiled and picked up a cup of hot wine to moisten his thirsty throat.

Then, looking at the other silent disciples, I suddenly wondered why the gap between people was so big?
"In the past, I asked you to read more books, but you didn't listen and insisted on having fun. You know more about the entertainment places in Luoyang City than I do, and you know more about entertainment things than I do. Speaking of this, I should pay homage to you as my teacher!"

The disciples were shocked and said they dared not.

"Humph! Don't dare? Then why are there only a few people willing to listen to me when I ask you to read more? In the past, only a few people came to ask me questions and seek answers. I guess only a few people are willing to read.

"I didn't discipline you in the past because I expected you to reform. But now it seems that you haven't reformed at all! Do you have to use some means to discipline you strictly before you are willing to study hard?"

Faced with Han Zong's majesty, the disciples could only apologize to him.

Although Zhang Hong had the desire to study and was willing to do so, he was in Luoyang, a place of extravagance, surrounded by many playboys. As a young man, he indulged himself in fun.

Now when Han Zong mentioned it again, he suddenly felt that he had made a big mistake and felt very regretful.

Look at Yuan Shu, he became a scripture teacher at the age of twelve and never wasted every moment of his life. But what about him?
Actually lingering in the place of entertainment!

He is actually addicted to cockfighting, dog racing, wine and women!
No wonder he is far inferior to Yuan Shu!

He was filled with regret, regretting that he had wasted his years!

Han Zong kept reprimanding his disciples and firing fiercely, while his disciples kept agreeing with him. Most of them were sweating profusely, and few of them looked calm.

But within two sticks of incense, a disciple suddenly ran in hurriedly from the outer hall.

"Teacher! Senior Brother Wang he...he..."

Han Zong was stunned, then he stood up immediately, walked up to the student and asked, "Did Wang Sheng win?"

The disciple looked embarrassed and stammered.

"This……"

Han Zong raised his eyebrows, feeling something was wrong.

"say!"

"He...he lost."

"What? Lost? It's only been a short time? Lost?"

"Senior Brother Wang... lost the first match... He didn't even have a few words with Yuan Shu before he was chased away..."

"!!!"

Han Zong's eyes widened, he took a few steps back, and almost lost his balance.

The disciples behind him were also shocked.

Isn't this too fast?

How long have you been gone?

Lost in one game?

A few people were quick to step forward and support Han Zong, preventing him from falling.

Han Zong calmed down and suddenly became angry. He waved his hand and pushed away all the disciples behind him. He said angrily: "Who dares to go again? Who dares to argue with Yuan Shu again?"

All the disciples lowered their heads and dared not speak.

Han Zong was furious.

"As long as you win a game, come back and I will personally congratulate you and take you as my disciple! I will teach you in person!"

All the disciples raised their heads with surprise on their faces.

Han Zong has not yet accepted a talented disciple. If one becomes a talented disciple, there will be a possibility of inheriting Han Zong's academic legacy!

For scholars who did not come from a family that inherited the modern classics, this was no small matter!
The disciples looked at each other, and after a moment's silence, one of them suddenly gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, stepped forward and bowed to Han Zong.

"Teacher, I am willing to debate with Yuan Shu! To protect our school!"

Han Zong nodded.

"Okay! Go quickly! The master will be waiting here!"

"Here!"

The man ran away quickly.

Seeing someone taking the lead, five more people stood up one after another to challenge Han Zong to fight, expressing their willingness to defend their master.

As the saying goes, a big reward will always bring about brave men. Han Zong was very satisfied and nodded repeatedly, with deep expectations for them.

Looking at their strong backs as they left, Han Zong was looking forward to good news.

Two sticks of incense later, a disciple ran in hurriedly.

"Teacher! Teacher! Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Liu, and Senior Brother Ma, they all lost! They were defeated by Yuan Shu in just one match!"

"what?!"

Han Zong was shocked. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

There are still three people, he hasn't lost yet!
After another stick of incense had passed, the disciple came back again.

"Teacher! Senior Brother Li, Senior Brother Zheng, and Senior Brother Sun also lost! And it was just one match! Yuan Shu is a sharp-tongued kid, and he is unstoppable!"

Han Zong gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, his face flushed red, and he was so angry that he kicked over the table in front of him.

"Incompetent! Incompetent! You are all incompetent! You have brought shame to me as a teacher! Where is my dignity? How can I teach in the Imperial College in the future? Incompetent! Incompetent!"

In a fit of rage, Han Zong realized that he had almost completely lost face. If he couldn't get it back, how could he continue to be a doctor and teach students in the Imperial College in the future?
Where is there a place for him in the Imperial Academy?
He once again turned his gaze to the disciples behind him who had not participated in the battle, but saw that they all lowered their heads and did not look at him, with a cowering look on their faces, which made him furious and extremely disappointed.

After repeated consideration, the anxious Han Zong made a decision.

"Master will go and meet that Yuan Shu kid in person!"

When the disciples heard this, they were all shocked.

what?
As one of the doctors of the Imperial College, you actually have to take the initiative to confront a mere kid like Yuan Shu?
Disciple Mao Liang tried to dissuade him. "Teacher! No! As a doctor of the Imperial College, you hold a high position. How can you condescend to argue with a child in public?"

When Han Zong heard this, he became angry.

"Mr. Mao, will you represent me in the debate with that kid?"

Mao Liang was stunned for a moment and quickly stepped back and bowed.

"I know that I am not good at studying, and I dare not embarrass my teacher."

"Then shut up! Don't mention it again!"

Han Zong threw up his sleeves, angrily preparing to rush to the battlefield himself and lead the attack.

He finally understood that he had to make up for the lost face on his own and could not rely on anyone else.

Moreover, there is probably no one who can be relied upon for these useless people around him. If the younger brothers are not capable enough, the boss has to take action himself, otherwise, there is no way to lead this team.

Han Zong straightened his clothes and prepared to attack, but before he took a few steps, he heard someone calling him from behind.

"Teacher, wait a moment!"

He turned around and was about to explode, but he saw his disciple Zhang Hong coming forward with a cup of steaming wine and handing it to him.

"Teacher, you always drink a cup of hot wine to moisten your throat before teaching your students. This wine has just been heated up. Please drink it."

Han Zong pursed his lips, but ultimately did not lose his temper. He sighed and shook his head.

"Take it. It won't be too late to drink it after your master comes back."

After saying that, Han Zong flicked his sleeves and strode out of the room.

Han Zong rushed to the battlefield surrounded by his disciples and students.

For some reason, this seemingly exciting and heroic scene made Zhang Hong feel inexplicably as if the wind was whistling and the Yi River was cold.

teacher……

Can he win?

Zhang Hong thought about it over and over again, but could not come to a conclusion.

Logically speaking, he should believe and hope that Han Zong can win, after all, he is Han Zong's disciple.

But from a personal perspective, he inexplicably hoped that Yuan Shu could win, defeat Han Zong, and prove that his knowledge was not false.

Looking at Han Zong's departing back, Zhang Hong was in a dilemma. Finally, he could only sigh helplessly.

Beside him, his classmate Jiang Yue felt puzzled.

"Why do you sigh?"

"I just think the teacher did something wrong, and it was wrong from the beginning."

"I see you often go to listen to Yuan Shu's lectures, could it be..."

"Aren't you too?"

Zhang Hong glanced at Jiang Yue, who smiled awkwardly.

"Do you think the teacher can win?"

Zhang Hong shook his head.

"I don't know, but whether I win or lose, I feel that what the teacher did was wrong."

"You can't say this in public, or else the teacher will get angry and expel you from the sect. How will you cope with it then?"

After Jiang Yue finished speaking, Zhang Hong was stunned for a moment, and then an answer emerged involuntarily in his mind.

A very natural answer.

【Then go sign up to join the Isshinkai】

Zhang Hong didn't know how this answer came so naturally, but inexplicably, a trace of restlessness arose in Zhang Hong's heart.

If I join the Yi Xin Society, study under Yuan Shu, cultivate my own virtues through the essentials of Xinxue, and find the pillar of my heart, can I really walk on the path of sages and save the current situation?
Although Zhang Hong did not admit it verbally, he had already admitted in his heart that the New Text Confucianism could not succeed, regardless of what Yuan Shu said in his lectures or what he saw with his own eyes.

Are these fellow students, classmates and friends of mine really arguing with Yuan Shu just because of the sagely principles in their hearts?

If so, why did Han Zong have to mention the matter of Gao Zu before someone would be willing to take the initiative?
As the saying goes, there will always be brave men when there is a big reward, but scholars often look down on such behavior. Han Zong had expressed his disdain for those who value profit over righteousness many times in his lectures.

But when the time comes and it is their turn, why do they have to gain benefits before taking action?
Without rewards, there will be no action. Without rewards, there will be no rush to the front, even for myself.

What is the difference between doing this and someone who doesn't read?
Has the New Text Confucianism really become a mass-produced school of thought that is like the walking corpse, as Yuan Shu said?
And have I inadvertently become one of the walking dead?

Becoming a reserve army of future treacherous villains? !

Young Zhang Hong fell into deep thought.

But his contemplation did not last long.

A disciple ran back to Han Zong's residence in a panic.

He looked panicked and shouted to everyone in the mansion, "Oh no! Oh no! The teacher...he lost! He lost the first game! He lost the second game again, and then...the teacher fainted from anger!"

When Jiang Yue heard this, his face changed and he was horrified.

"What? The teacher fainted?"

When Zhang Hong heard this, he was also startled and trembled all over. He was not paying attention and the wine in the glass in his hand spilled out and landed on his hand.

He frowned and lowered his head, as if he had thought of something, and his face was suddenly full of disbelief.

This wine...

Or warm?

(End of this chapter)