"So, in the eyes of all the ministers, who is qualified to be a saint today?"

The Grand Secretary was speechless and could not think of it for a moment.

But Xie Qian was straightforward and said: "It's okay to talk about Fang Jifan's new learning."

When the king and his ministers heard this, they all laughed.

Even Xie Qian couldn't help but smile.

The saint in their minds is as respected as Saint Confucius.

Fang Jifan... No matter how you look at that guy, he is a thousand miles apart, how could he be a saint?

If Fang Jifan was like that, anyone would find it funny if he was a saint.

It’s not that the new learning is not good, and the disciples under Fang Jifan’s disciples are not powerful.

But... As long as Fang Jifan looks in everyone's mind, no matter how different the image is, it is at least not related to the saints.

Emperor Hongzhi looked stern: "Don't laugh, I and the Lords are discussing national affairs."

Xie Qian said: "I will die."

Even though he said so, he thought to himself that I still felt that Fang Jifan could really become a saint.

The new learning is so powerful now that the disciples can show their own abilities.

Of course... it's just a mess of the image.

Although Xie Qian has a straightforward temper, he still has a vision. He is different from those pedantic scholars. He already vaguely feels that the new school will see the wind sweeping away the clouds and sweeping across the eight wildernesses.

In his opinion, knowledge may not be divided into high or low. The so-called "public speaking is reasonable" and "public speaking is reasonable" is the foundation of knowledge. After all, the new disciple and the old disciple will only compare it with each other. This difference will come out.

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Chapter completed!