Today, the hundreds of theories are not closed. Generally, whenever someone comes to study, he will teach and communicate. Some even open the library and let Gu Nan go in and study.

Maybe it is because few people have come to study, and they don’t want their own theories to be lost in their own selfishness.

At this time, they rarely teach.

The bamboo slips are too large, so Gu Nan copied all the bamboo slips he wrote before into paper. Even so, he has written a lot now.

As for the paper used, I naturally asked some people from the wealthy family of hundreds of families to borrow it. She didn't have the money to buy such expensive things.

It’s also a bit ashamed to say that I copy other people’s books and use other people’s paper.

Ahem.

I visited many people from hundreds of schools along the way, and I often asked about the situation of other schools.

After asking more questions, she found this place. I heard that there may be some Mohist theories circulating here.

As a result, before any Mo family was found, it started to rain in the sky. The paper was very fragile at this time. If it was wet by the rain, it would be scrapped. So Gu Nan was extremely careful. She didn't want to write a half-box book again.

When I came here just now, I used my internal force to protect the books so that the boxes did not get wet.

After urging the breath inside, I saw some water vapor rising from Gu Nan's clothes. Not long after, all the clothes and hair were dry.

Doing this consumes internal information, or even a waste, but Gu Nan uses it casually.

Sitting beside the wall under the eaves, Gu Nan looked at the light rain falling on the street, and didn't know when the rain would stop.

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"rustle."

A man dressed in a student is standing between the courtyards with a broom and sweeping fallen leaves.

The rain just now beat down many leaves on the trees in the yard. Now it is quite troublesome to sweep the undried rainwater.

The student's face looked a little depressed, but it seemed not because it was difficult to sweep the fallen leaves, but because of something else.

He is here to say goodbye to his husband in Japan. He has prepared his luggage and money to study at another Confucian disciple.

However, he was already the last student of Mr. Mr., who had always had high expectations for him and treated him as his own. Now that he was leaving like this, he wanted to ask Mr. how to see it.

I'm afraid I'm going to be regarded as a person who drives profit and power.

The student smiled bitterly when he thought of this, and even more thoughtful to put it on the sweeping floor. The broom was scratching the ground one after another.

He didn't want to leave at first, but if he continued to study ink, how could he enter the court, how could he taste what he wanted, and how could he repay his parents who were caring for themselves?

When my former friends heard about what he learned, they looked at him differently. How could they handle themselves if they continue like this?

The student silently held the broom tightly, and he was going to say goodbye today.

"Bang bang bang."

A knock on the door suddenly came from outside, and the student looked up in confusion, was it the gentleman's friend?

I felt even more regretful at the moment. Why didn’t I say earlier? Now that my husband’s friend is here, I’m saying that I should be despised by the two of them.

I was so moved in my heart that I walked to the door with some embarrassment and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was not the gentleman's friend he thought in his heart, but the appearance of a person he had never seen before.

The man was wearing a white dress, with a hat on his head and a bookcase on his back.

"May I ask, is this Mr. Mo Tiao's disciple?"

The student was stunned at first and then nodded in a little uncertain way and said, "Yes, can you ask me yes?"

"Oh, that's fine." Bai Shangren smiled and bowed.

"I'm just a study tour person. I heard that Mr. Mo Tiao is here and is here to study. I hope you will recommend it."

"Please, study?" The student's voice stuttered a little. After a while, he approached the Baichanger and said in a low voice.

"Your, this is the Mo family."

"I know." said naturally, looking at the strange appearance of the student, he asked.

"Is it because Mr. Mo Tiao doesn't want to see guests?"

"Ah." The student shook his head repeatedly and moved away: "No, no, please go ahead, I'll sue Mr. Yu now."

He was a little grateful that he was worried that he might not be able to accept students after leaving.

Now he has no such concern.

In a few years, this story has been circulated among many scholars. One person traveled all over the world and visited hundreds of schools of thought to learn in order to seek the words of hundreds of schools of thought.

There are no taboos in learning. As long as this person wants to learn and the teacher is willing to teach, he will come to visit him.

It is rumored that this person is very knowledgeable, from Confucianism, Taoism, Law, to Mohism, agriculture, and commerce.

This man often wears a white dress, a hat, a black stick around his waist, and a bookcase on his back.

What she learned and recorded was placed in that book box, traveling through mountains, rivers, and walking through the streets and alleys of the market.

There are rumors that anyone has seen this person anywhere in the country.

Some people say that this person is a tourist in the mountains, some people say that this person is a famous master, and some even say that this person is a person in the immortal.

It’s because someone once saw her standing on the water in the river and singing drunk. The song was like the fairy music in the clouds, and the words were vague.

Some people also said that they had seen her take off her hat and said that it was a non-human posture.

Because he was a general student of Baijia, this person had a title called Mr. Baijia.

Originally, people all regarded this person as a topic of conversation until one day.

A down-and-out scholar saw this man hanging over the roadside. He covered his hat on his face and looked sleeping soundly. The bookcase next to him was placed open.

The scholar recognized Mr. Baijia, but when he stepped forward, Mr. Baijia had woken up.

She didn't take off her hat, but just sat up and became lazy, pointing at the bookcase and smiling.

"Seeing that you are destined to be with me, you can choose one of the books in this book box to read."

The scholar asked for a book of Legalism for seeking fame. Mr. Baijia searched in the book box and threw a book to him like a mess.

He read the book, but he didn't think so, but then he became more and more immersed in it. The Legalism theory on it was not all he had seen and heard before, but it was indeed a legal theory, and it was the fundamental principle of governing the world.

When the scholar finished reading it, the sky was already dark, but he was still unsatisfied and had a bad idea in his mind, wanting to read another Confucianism book.

Mr. Baijia didn't let him read it anymore. He just felt that his hands were empty and the books in his hand disappeared. Mr. Baijia had already left half drunk.

At the beginning, the scholar's words were treated as a joke by people.

But then the scholar then used the contents of the Legalist Book he remembered and was accepted as a disciple by the Prime Minister in Chang'an City and elected as an official. This matter was different.

Just remember a little of a book and you can become an official, what about a box of books?

For a time, all the students started to find this Mr. Baijia. Some wanted to ask for learning, and some wanted to discuss the truth, but they always only heard the sounds and did not see the person.

Only a few people occasionally have the chance to meet that gentleman and have to read a book.

If you understand the book, there are people who have nothing to gain and don’t understand why.

There are also people who stand up for themselves and become officials in the court.

There are also people who can see the heavens know the clouds and rains.

For a moment, Mr. Baijia’s bookcase was so jealous that no one thought he would be the one who had nothing to do.

After hearing what the scholar said and the legal theories he remembered, the prime minister asked Emperor Wu of Han to recommend this person to the court.

In fact, the content of Gu Nan’s book to the scholar was mixed.

What is written in the book is just some simple modern legal system, which I understand with some things that she passed on when she was an official with Li Si.

Emperor Wu didn't care at first, but as the affairs of the Hundred Schools of the People came to the court one after another, he became interested. Zhao Yuxi wanted to see this person in the world, but he was unable to see him.

According to legend, the most chance was that Emperor Wu heard that Mr. Baijia Road was on a flower building in Chang'an.
Chapter completed!