Chapter 3: Line up in order and charge forward

The Book of Changes has always existed as a Confucian classic, so Xunzi has done extensive research on it.

Xunzi looked at the tea leaves in the teapot, and he felt something in his heart and made a divination, "The relationship between master and disciple?"

At this time, Gongsun Ce accompanied Yue Xing to an inn to stay temporarily. As for the tiger, it was temporarily left outside the city.

When Pao Ding saw that there were businessmen coming to his door, he smiled and asked, "Are you two gentlemen here to participate in the examination of Xiaoshengxianzhuang?"

Yue Xing, who was rich and powerful, handed out a few gold coins and looked down upon him, "Good wine and good food, and two more people to the upper room."

Gongsun Ce's mouth twitched when he looked at the gold coins. It was fine if the Korean military pay could be paid in gold coins, but why could this be used as well?

With history as its bones and art as its wings, the flying is a bit exaggerated. The normal currency of this era should be copper-cast cloth coins and knife coins.

Gongsun Ce rubbed his eyebrows. Not complaining was already his greatest respect to the financial sponsor.

"Where did you get the gold coins?"

"Take whatever is valuable from home."

"Take care of your father, take care of your father, next time you do something to your father, remember to call me to watch."

Yue Xing looked puzzled, "Bring a filial son? What is that?"

Gongsun Ce embraced Yue Xing and said, "Don't worry about these details. They are just small things, small things."

Then Gongsun Ce looked at Cook Ding, "Chef Ding, remember when you serve the dishes, the taste doesn't have to be so delicate, but the quantity must be large, super large.

I can have a pot of rice and a roast leg of lamb for one meal, so serve me this amount.”

Yue Xing was no longer surprised by this. During the few days they had been traveling together, Gongsun Ce's appetite had shocked him several times.

The night passed.

When Gongsun Ce saw Yue Xing again, Yue Xing had changed into a Confucian dress from Qi. "Wow, you look so fat."

Yue Xing looked at Gongsun Ce helplessly. The State of Zhao had practiced Hu clothing and horse riding, so their clothing was simpler than that of the State of Qi.

"Tongming, you're just wearing this?"

Gongsun Ce pushed Yue Xing downstairs, "Let's go, hurry up, if you keep dragging your feet, you won't even be able to eat Lao Ba's secret hamburgers while they're still hot."

Although he didn't know what Lao Ba's secret burger was, Yue Xing still felt a chill.

Outside Xiaoshengxian Manor, the side door was not open at this time. This was the rule of Xiaoshengxian Manor.

Starting from the first step at the entrance, distinguished guests go through the main door and unauthorized personnel go through the small door.

Guests walk on the left and hosts walk on the right.

The students who are about to take the test at the door are not VIPs, so they go through the small door, which is the side door.

Gongsun Ce glanced at the crowd and found a familiar-looking person. After thinking about it, Gongsun Ce remembered him.

Ziyou, who later appeared in Xiaoshengxianzhuang, did not have a mustache at that time and looked very young.

Gongsun Ce saw Yue Xing standing in the crowd with a serious expression on his face, and started to make small talk, "Ah Xing, are you sure?"

"No."

Yue Xing answered straightforwardly, and when he turned around he saw Gongsun Ce's meaningful expression, who then pointed downwards.

Yue Xing's face flushed instantly. He didn't hold it. He actually admitted it.

As it concerns a man's dignity, Yue Xing is about to explode. At this moment, the small door of Xiaoshengxianzhuang opens and a Confucian disciple walks out.

"Everyone, this time my Little Sage Manor is recruiting students, and the six arts will be used as the test questions. When you enter, please come to me to receive your number plate, which will serve as the basis for the exam.

After entering, follow the leading brothers to enter the examination room. "

The six arts of a gentleman are etiquette, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy and mathematics. Etiquette usually refers to five rituals: auspicious rituals, ominous rituals, military rituals, guest rituals and auspicious rituals.

The music is the six kinds of music: referring to the six sets of music and dance, namely, Yunmen Dajuan, Xianchi, Dashao, Daxia, Dafu and Dawu. They are not musical instruments.

There are five types of shooting: Baishi, Canlian, Yanzhu, Xiangchi and Jingyi. It is not just about hitting the bull's eye.

Bai Shi, the arrow penetrates the target and the arrowhead turns white, indicating that the arrow was shot accurately and powerfully.

In the "Canlian" method, one arrow is released in front, and then three arrows are released in succession, with each arrow connected to the next, like a string of pearls.

Yanzhu refers to the speed of the arrow.

Xiang Chi, when the minister and the king shoot together, the minister and the king stand side by side, and let the king retreat one foot.

Jing Yi, four arrows were shot in succession and all hit the target.

The five types of imperial guards are: singing with the phoenix, following the curve of the water, passing by the emperor’s table, dancing at the intersection, and chasing the birds to the left.

Books refer to the six types of writing: pictographic, indicative, ideographic, phono-semantic, transliteration, and loanword.

Numbers mean arithmetic, so it makes sense that if you master math, physics and chemistry, you will not be afraid to travel around the world. Even in ancient times, people still had to take exams.

Gongsun Ce originally just wanted to watch the fun, but when he announced that people could enter, a group of people began to squeeze forward in an orderly manner.

In simple terms, they lined up but charged. Gongsun Ce suddenly felt his feet go empty, and he was pushed forward by eight people on his left, right, front, and back.

The small gate of Xiaoshengxianzhuang can only allow three people to pass at a time. Gongsun Ce spread his hands helplessly in his heart, as the saying goes, since we are here, let's test it.

However, this group of BYDs actually dared to squeeze him, so he can't be blamed for doing something.

Gongsun Ce recited the dragon script softly, "Word Spirit·Winter."

Gongsun Ce's body temperature dropped suddenly from 36.9 degrees to below 20 degrees. His lips turned pale and his blood flow slowed down rapidly. He was not much different from a corpse.

When Gongsun Ce was being dragged to the small gate of Xiaoshengxianzhuang, the disciple who was handing out number plates at the door noticed that Gongsun Ce's face was pale, and his hand shook so much that the number plate almost fell to the ground.

The disciple who was handing out the number plates put his right hand close to Gongsun Ce's nose and probed, "No breath!"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar, and the faces of the eight people in front, behind, and around Gongsun Ce froze.

After a long while, one of the students on Gongsun Ce's left and right stretched out his hand and tremblingly approached Gongsun Ce's nose, "It's gone, the breath is gone!"

Another student touched Gongsun Ce's carotid artery and said, "No pulse!"

At this time, on the high pavilion of Xiaoshengxianzhuang, Xunzi was silently watching the students at the door.

The bond between master and disciple only emerged today, which is enough to prove that the bond between master and disciple that he calculated should be higher than that of the students who came to take the test today.

After taking a quick look around, Xunzi locked onto Gongsun Ce. Although Gongsun Ce looked pale and even had no breath at this moment, Xunzi could tell that he was still alive.

The realms of people who practice martial arts are divided into third-rate, second-rate, first-rate, master, grand master, and unity of man and nature from low to high.

Xunzi's realm is close to the unity of man and nature, and he no longer needs ordinary means to observe the situations of others.

Xunzi looked at the luck, energy, and blood. Xunzi immediately noticed the powerful energy and blood, and vigorous vitality, in Gongsun Ce.

He was not dead, but pretending to be dead. Xunzi thought of his two disciples, Han Fei and Li Si, and his collecting addiction started to kick in.

Han Fei was a clever funny guy, Li Si was a gloomy ambitious man, and the only thing Xunzi lacked was someone who loved to make trouble, especially in this kind of situation.

Xunzi stepped lightly on the roof ridge, using the strength of the high pavilion to move forward. Although he did not reach Fengxu Yufeng's level, he was not far away.

When he was almost at the door, Xunzi restrained his cultivation and walked to the door like an ordinary old man.

"What's the fuss about?"

(End of this chapter)