After the banquet, Fan Qiang moved into this flying garden and lived here. He coldly observed the people in the garden for a few days and soon understood everyone: He Xiang was able to keep such a large foundation, naturally not ordinary, but he had no children under his knees, only two daughters, whom he admired and loved extremely.

  Mrs. Chen is elegant and beautiful, with a steady personality, just a bit shy, but she's not bad, the more you get along with her, the more you feel warm.

  The two girls didn't need to say much more, their personalities were vastly different, but both were pretty good.

  Fang Xin lived in this house, he himself had five hundred and eighty taels of silver, with a casual strike, the servants would naturally be more generous, but also controlled not to be too much, so as not to make others think he was ignorant and easily deceived.

  These days, Fang Xin has not been idle. He has devoted himself to studying with He Xiang, learning not only the classics but also tea art. Every time they discuss their studies, He Xiang praises Fang Xin's extensive knowledge, and when it comes to understanding some of the subtleties of the scriptures, it is completely normal that he doesn't grasp them fully - after all, he is only fifteen years old, how can he compare with a Confucian scholar who has spent decades studying?

  But Fang Xin is also clever, it is said that after reading ten thousand volumes of books, his writing is like having a divine spirit, in fact, this understanding is the same.

  At first, He Xiang still asked Fang Xin about the meaning of each scripture, but later Fang Xin answered fluently. As for this section on reciting scriptures, he had already become completely confident. After Fang Xin arrived, it only took a few days, and every day he would hold the scriptures and explain the subtle and great meanings within. This was the task of the juren and jinshi.

  Fang Xin listened, but always grasped the meaning of "ren" and "li" to understand the grand meaning, and used "zhongyong zhidao" to understand its route and authority, and then compared it with countless scriptures from past and future lives. This study can be called rapid progress.

  Even if there were some rough parts in understanding, He Xiang just pointed them out slightly, and they understood by themselves. In less than a month, they had already mastered the entire volume and could discuss it with He Xiang.

  After Fang Xin understood, he would say his own insights. Although they were just a few light sentences, later on, when studying the classics, the great meaning, and refining one's spirit, there were distinctively important points and perspectives, sometimes even words that could awaken the deaf and make the dumb speak, and at times, even a single phrase could open up an entire new path. He Xiang was often enlightened by him, and thus had the feeling of suddenly understanding the Tao. As a result, the two men delved deeper into their studies every day, and often couldn't bear to stop, and Fang Xin would talk for half a day after just one conversation.

  Fang Xin didn't expect that he would actually calm down and read the scriptures carefully, understanding the general meaning, and only then gradually grasping Confucius' magnificent aspirations and condensed wisdom.

  Confucius' teachings on Confucianism are actually all about benevolence and propriety. Benevolence doesn't need to be mentioned, it's just that later generations misunderstood the reasoning behind it, which led to backward times. With a heart full of benevolence, one can move heaven and earth, sun and moon. As for propriety, there is no reason why it would become outdated.

  Thinking of Confucius in his heyday, traveling to various states, seeking knowledge and spreading it. He saw that the world was full of chaos, with countries attacking each other. The people were struggling to survive, and many were crying out in suffering. Therefore, throughout his life, Confucius took benevolence as his way.

  It is also believed that the war of many countries, killing people all over the city and countryside, is actually the reason for the collapse of etiquette. Therefore, it has been actively promoting etiquette, and this etiquette is actually an order. A country with a complete order will naturally not have war.

  Advocating for the Rites of Zhou, it is also the early Zhou Dynasty's complete order. Although various vassals were established as feudal states, they did not dare to privately mobilize troops and weapons. Due to historical limitations, Confucius' advocacy for the specific Rites of Zhou is not as good as advocating for this complete order.

  Confucius himself did not have the opportunity to exercise his talents throughout his life. What is called benevolence, what is called propriety, can only be practiced by oneself - benevolence begins with one's own disciples, and propriety begins with establishing one's own disciples. This benevolence and this propriety are actually small benevolence and small propriety.

  Later generations did not know and could not grasp the great benevolence and grand propriety hidden in this peaceful and orderly world, but instead took small benevolence and small propriety as the way. Later on, it even developed to the point where strict ritual teachings could kill people. Is this really the original intention of Confucius?

  Confucianism regards benevolence as saintliness, although it is related to heaven and earth, it only talks about human morality, not reaching the earth, not reaching heaven, and even more so not reaching the great way. However, when reading each word, understanding its original meaning, one can't help but think of those years.

  Thinking back to the time of Lord Lu's sorrow, Confucius was already old, and yet the world was still in chaos. Laozi said: "Heaven and Earth are not benevolent, they regard all things as straw dogs. If Heaven and Earth cannot last long, how can human beings?"

  However, Confucius lived a life where he saw constant war and suffering of the people. How could he possibly escape from human affairs to ask about the Great Way?

  This world lacks kindness and order, so he spent his life advocating for benevolence and etiquette.

  Zi Lu died in the chaos of Wei and Zhou, while Yan Hui disappeared from the world after decades of living a simple life in a humble alley, eating coarse food and drinking from a gourd. Alas, practicing benevolence only leads to suffering!

  In Confucius' view, he spent his whole life promoting himself, like sparks that would soon be extinguished, and perhaps all his efforts were in vain. Nevertheless, just like his disciple Mencius, although he did not say "I will go even if thousands of people do", he persisted throughout his life and said "Know what can't be done but do it anyway".

  With this one thought and one grasp, you have already reached the pinnacle of humanity.

  After delving deep into the law, sometimes, while reading these words and sentences, stroking this heart of volume after volume, a saint's life has passed by like this, and before one knows it, tears have flowed down.

  After reading it thoroughly, I feel its great kindness and share the same sorrow, only then did I believe that I would have such a day.

  However, Fang Xianjing respected but did not worship, or rather, worshipped but did not serve. After calming down, he continued to study the model calligraphy. Although there was no more Wang Xizhi in this world, there were other great masters appearing.

  Sometimes, after meticulously completing the basics, one realizes that being delicate as a startled dragon and gentle as a swimming phoenix is actually the culmination of a lifetime's temperament.

  Sometimes, quietly practicing calligraphy seems like just a moment, and then it's already another afternoon. Reaching Fang Xin's state of mind, reading and writing naturally become rapid progress.

  Some artistic ways have multiple meanings but simple forms.

  With square seal script, one must strive for perfection in form, structure, and brushwork, and only after mastering the basics to an extremely high degree, can one infuse it with spiritual essence. Within a small space, one can transform it into the vastness of heaven and earth, and imbue it with divine charm and elegance, until reaching the state of "moving freely without transgressing the rules".

  Sometimes, as he practiced, even though there was only one person in the room, Fang Xin would burst out laughing. The secret of the golden circle of swordsmanship seemed to be within him. "My nephew's studies have truly made progress." On this day, Fang Xin had just finished writing a piece and was admiring it when he saw someone approaching from behind.

  Fang Xin's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he hastily stood up and paid his respects.

  "No need to be too polite, reading is good but also has its limits, you should go out more often." He Xiang said lovingly, this young man was now like his own son, seeing him get so absorbed in his books made him happy and at the same time worried, every day he would instruct for special meals to be prepared for him.

  Fang Xin finally came to his senses and asked: "How many days has it been?"

  "Foolish child, it's already December, the New Year is approaching, yet you're still oblivious."

  "Ah, no good. I had forgotten to reply to Mother's letter, and now it's already been over half a year." Fang Xin heard this and was shocked in an instant.

  "It doesn't matter, I send messages for people every month, you don't have to worry."

  At this time, following He Xiang out, he suddenly realized that it was snowing outside. His body had holy power, and these days were getting more and more refined, but he really didn't feel the cold invasion.

  Directly explore the source of the heart, as if there is nothing outside, this is cultivation.

  "Have you finished reading all the scriptures?" Later on, as he understood more and more, his speed of reading scriptures became faster and faster, leaving He Xiang stunned and having to admit that there are indeed people who are naturally gifted.

  "I've finished reading, Uncle, but the details are not yet refined." Fang Xinqian said humbly, but in fact, he had already grasped the essence of Confucianism, and everything else was just a matter of refinement. "Well said," He Xiang said with emphasis, "reading classics is a lifelong pursuit, reviewing the old to know the new. One must not be self-satisfied with one's intelligence, yet neglect purification."

  Fang Xin laughed: "This is what I meant, oh, what's going on outside?"

  He heard the noise.

  "Every year when winter comes, there are people who can't make ends meet. My family reduces the rent on some of our land or gives out porridge to help them get by. It's just a small gesture, but you can't let people starve to death. Once the new year arrives, we'll send them off to work again." He Xiang said calmly: "However, our household can only give out ten buckets of porridge per day. Those who are not from around here won't be given any, this is also a way to avoid gossip."

  After hearing this, Fang Xin looked at him and smiled, saying: "My young nephew has read a lot of books, but he hasn't accomplished anything. Why don't you let him take charge instead? My young nephew also has some silver, so just add ten more barrels."

  By reading Ren Li, one naturally knows how to conduct oneself.

  "Your heart is very good, but where did you get so much silver?" He Xiang also knew that his nephew had done something and was relatively well-off, with a good reputation among the servants.

  "My young nephew happened to buy two items from a stall, unexpectedly they were both antiques from the previous dynasty, and he suddenly made a small fortune."

  "Since that's the case, then go ahead and do it. From today on, there's no need to study anymore, you should rest more instead." He Xiang had some thoughts, seeing his studies progress day by day, in a short period of time he made rapid progress, although still slightly inferior to himself, but becoming a middle school student was no longer difficult, maybe after another two years, at the age of 18 he would become a middle school student and at 19 a advanced scholar!

  Such a talented person, being both a relative and the son of a friend, how can he be let go? So it's better to keep him close.

  Fang Xin was momentarily at a loss for what to say and simply assented.