When the Xuanzhou continent, where martial arts flourished, had long forgotten what "literary arts" was, Chen Yan, a modern historian, took a "Selected Chinese Classics" and set up a school in a ruined temple on the border.
The children here are either reckless young men wielding hatchets, or orphan girls who cannot remember food and clothing, or irritable apprentices wielding hammers - they don't understand what a "sage" is, they only know that hard fists are the truth.
But Chen Yan said: "Learning reading is not to pretend to be polite, but to understand the contract and not be cheated; speaking truth is not to show off one's words, but to bleed less and survive more."
Therefore, Amu, a young firewood chopping boy, understood the word "righteousness" from "The Analects of Confucius" and used literary spirit to form a protective shield to protect his neighbors; the orphan girl Qinghe understood the rise and fall from "Historical Records" and used pen and ink as a blade to expose tyranny; the son of a blacksmith, Shi Lei, learned to check things from "Mozi" and used agricultural tools and equipment to increase the production of thousands of acres of fertile land.
When the old stubborn of Moyun Academy denounced him as "deviant" and when the powerful ridiculed "pen and ink are not as good as swords and guns", Chen Yan led the mobile school to travel all over the country in troubled times. He taught refugees to keep accounts, taught soldiers to distinguish right from wrong, and taught kings that "the people are the most valuable" - until the classic turned into golden light that filled the sky, and the voice of the ancient literary sage resounded throughout the world:
"You teach all peoples to be holy, and you are already a saint."
This is a story about "education": there is no need to fly to the sky to escape, no need to destroy the world, just a pen, a group of children, and the belief that "everyone can become a saint", in the world of martial arts, a path to heaven belongs to the literary world.
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