At this point, the old man stopped, looked at Chen Ping'an, and laughed at himself: "I am this kind of person."

"The old scholar continued, one is to live very smartly and save worry and effort. The word "rules" is used to exploit loopholes. If a scholar is like this, he is a cynic. Or he must choose between what is reasonable and reasonable, and choose what is reasonable.

My feelings are not in line with the principles of the world, so that the hustle and bustle is all for profit and gain. If this 'profit' could be replaced by the word 'property', how much better would the world be?"

“The last kind is to live very boringly, think about complex problems even more complicated, break down the truth, sort it out carefully, and think about it slowly.

Finally, I want to understand why. Maybe after doing something, I went in a big circle, and found that I just returned to the same place, but is it really useless? Or, after I figure it out, I will feel very comfortable.

It's like...like taking a sip of old wine, warm and delicious."

"The Confucian saints that we scholars admire are actually not as perfect and humane as the world thinks. However, the true knowledge of Confucianism is by no means that bad. Even if you don't agree with the four words "human nature is inherently good", it doesn't matter.

But after all, you can persuade people to do good."

The barefoot old man walked in circles and finally stopped, "I'm not sure whether that old scholar is that person, but looking back now, if he is really that person, then it's not easy for the old scholar to be willing to tell me this calmly.

After all, I went to the Middle-earth Divine Continent to destroy other people's places."

The old man raised his arm, took a big gulp of strong wine, threw the sword gourd to the young man, and laughed loudly into the distance: "In the past, I traveled far and wide, and I was full of lofty words, and I couldn't stop spitting them out!"

The old man stood on the edge of the cliff, stepped out and looked at the sky, "When I walk between heaven and earth, the sun is scorching and the moon is bright in the sky, I have to ask, is there enough light between heaven and earth?"

The old man turned his head and asked with a smile: "Chen Ping'an! Do you think it's enough?!"

Chen Ping'an was just about to lower his head and take a sip of wine. After hearing the question, he had to raise his head and said vaguely: "Not enough?"

The old man laughed loudly and pointed into the distance, "When I walk on the rivers and lakes, the rivers are surging and the water is rolling. I have to ask, is the water in the rivers enough to quench my thirst?"

Chen Pingan took the time to take a sip of wine quickly. After hearing the old man's heroic words, he became a little heroic for no reason. He held the wine gourd in one hand and punched his knee with a fist in the other. He joined in the fun and shouted loudly: "Not enough!"

The old man added, "When I walk on the top of the mountains, among the beautiful buildings and jade buildings, and the immortals in the sea of ​​clouds, you have to ask me, is the strong wind on the top of the mountain cool enough?"

Chen Ping'an, whose face was flushed, took another big sip of wine. With the stamina of the wine, his face was radiant and he laughed wildly for the first time and said: "Not enough! Not enough! Not enough wine, not enough rivers and mountains! Not enough!

not enough!"

Over there in the bamboo house, the two little guys looked at each other.

The girl in the pink skirt is a little worried that her master will become a little drunkard?

The boy in Tsing Yi muttered, "Master, are you crazy? Could it be that you have become stupid by practicing boxing? Hey, then I don't have to practice so diligently? Why don't I just be lazy for a few days?"

In the end, Chen Ping'an got drunk together with him and his chair.
Chapter completed!