The violent sword fairy pushing the world

Chapter 41 Confucianism and Taoism Master
After practicing for a whole night, Shen Lang's progress stayed at the last twelve poses, and because he had soaked too much in the Peiyuan medicine bath, at this time he only felt that his blood was boiling, which made him produce a feeling that the blood in his body seemed to be burning. feeling up.

I just feel endless energy and a strong urge to vent.

For no reason, he suddenly recalled the scene of colliding with Zhang Chao last night.

It seems that after a night, he can touch Zhang Chao?
"Arrogance, arrogance, this is blood boiling to the brain, and the sanity is not clear."

Suppressing this thought of dying, Shen Lang came to the school early.

Today is Monday, and it is his first lesson after reporting at the beginning of school.

It is worth mentioning that he is a student of the Chinese Department.

I still major in Chinese Language and Literature.

Today's first lesson is Confucianism.

This is a compulsory course no matter what major, no matter what college.

It is basically equivalent to the previous ideological and political courses.

Because Confucianism advocates benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, faith, forgiveness, etc., especially in this world where warriors' vendetta has become a social consensus, the benevolence and love in Confucianism has become the most important idea to be promoted by the kingdom.

Teaching Building, Building 3, Room 303.

Unlike Shen Lang's imagined vigor and vigor, the big classroom was lifeless. He had come 5 minutes earlier, but the back row was still occupied.

Those who sleep sleep, those who play with mobile phones play with mobile phones, and those who chat are chatting.

In desperation, Shen Lang could only sit in the conspicuous first row. On the way, he met a few girls who pointed at him, but there was no malice, and he vaguely heard what they said about Rolls Royce. Speech like rich second generation, so handsome.

Shen Lang ignored it, he was looking forward to the Confucian and Taoist masters in class.

Soon, with the ringing of a few bells, a tall and mighty "teacher" with a face full of flesh and muscles thicker than an ordinary person's thigh, but solemnly holding a textbook appeared on the podium.

Shen Lang:? ? !
This is... a teaching assistant, right?

"Hello, students. It's another weekly ideological baptism class. Those who are sleeping should wake up, those who are chatting should shut up, and those who play with mobile phones should be careful that they will break down later."

After the proficient opening remarks, the "Master of Confucianism and Taoism" opened the PPT and projected the screen and the content of this lesson.

And at the bottom of the PPT homepage, the "name of the Confucian and Taoist master" is also printed, Kong Wudi.

pseudonym...

Seeing Teacher Kong talking eloquently on the podium, Shen Lang's illusions about Confucian and Taoist masters were suddenly shattered. Shouldn't the Confucian and Taoist masters in his impression be gentle and easy-going, self-cultivating, and embodying Confucianism in every way?

No one doubts that this muscular man is the head teacher and instructor of the martial arts academy.

"Teacher, you made a mistake in your PPT. It's Analects instead of Luanyu."

At this time, a careful student pointed out the mistakes on the PPT.

What was projected on the screen was the Analects of Confucius in Confucianism.

However, the teacher seemed to be in a hurry and typed the wrong characters of the Analects of Confucius.

"Finally some students discovered this. Today we are not brainwashing, but interpreting Confucianism from another angle."

Kong Wudi gave a ferocious smile:
"You are all familiar with the most holy teacher, but do you know how he, a frail scholar, traveled around the world and passed on his Confucianism in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States period when there were turmoil, wars and horses, and rituals and music collapsed? "

Upon hearing this, the students were no longer sleepy and spoke up one after another.

"I know this story because Kong Wu, the most holy master, is powerful, proficient in the six arts, wears a sword all the year round, and has three thousand disciples under his command. He is a strong man from Shandong who is nearly 1.9 meters high in martial arts. Bandits are not enough to fight."

One of the students raised his hand to speak.

"That's right, so what we're talking about today is another version of Luanyu."

"I heard it in the morning, what does it mean to die in the evening?"

"This student who is a bit unfamiliar with me, please answer."

Sun Wudi pointed to Shen Lang who was sitting in the first row, and said.

Shen Lang looked like my world view was about to collapse, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly said: "If you realize the way of benevolence in the morning, you can die at night."

"Well, it's a standard explanation, but what we're talking about today is Luanyu, not Analects." Kong Wudi analyzed slowly: "Tao, can be translated as road, smell, hear, morning, morning, combined is: morning I have heard of the road leading to your house, and you will die at night!"

"Also, this morning I realized the Dao of Fist Intent, so tonight you just wait to die."

The students who spoke before raised their hands again and said.

"Ruzi can be taught."

Kong Wudi was very pleased.

Because of Kong Wudi's subversive interpretation, the originally lifeless large classroom became lively.

Shen Lang is also a manifestation of the reorganization of his worldview.

He... got it.

Luan Yu, this is the rule set by the most holy teacher.

Formulate rules and include everyone in this rule, Confucius should be even a saint.

He also wants to become a generation of academic masters.

After class, Shen Lang sincerely asked Kong Wudi for advice on Lunyu, but was told that if he could maintain full attendance for a semester, he would be given a special commentary for free.

……

in the afternoon.

Shen Lang, who received Wang Xuan's call, rejected Wang Xuan's idea of ​​sending a car to pick him up, and came to a bustling commercial plaza.

The fourth floor of the commercial building.

Golden Eagle Fight Club

After waiting for more than a minute, Wang Xuan was also late.

"Master, Zhang Chao didn't make things difficult for your friend last night, did he?"

What happened last night, honestly, Wang Xuan didn't know much about it. Although Zhang Chao was marked by the Wang family, since he successfully climbed to the top of the third-rank list, he gradually broke away from the control of the Wang family.

It is basically equivalent to going out independently, except for the connection on the surface, the two do not interfere with each other.

He is just an unfavored child in the family. In terms of prestige, he is obviously not as good as his elder brother and second brother. Zhang Chao may not necessarily listen to his words.

But whether to listen to it is one thing, and whether to act or not is another.

And Zhang Chao is also very face-saving.

This made Wang Xuan almost think that Zhang Chao had received some news in advance and was standing in line to curry favor with him.

"Thanks to you, otherwise what happened last night would be difficult to end."

Shen Lang nodded calmly. Although Zhang Chao's unrelenting but increasing malice aroused his suspicions, he had already placed the monitor and stuck it under the black leather shoes of the tiger-striped strong man who was kicked away by him. Once there is any movement, he will definitely know the first time.

Even now, he wears a wireless headset the whole time, and what is broadcast in it is the every move of the strong man with tiger stripes.

It seems that this group of restless people is planning to seize other people's property.

But the details are unclear.

Haven't found anything wrong yet.

"This Golden Eagle Fighting Club should be called a martial arts gym, right?"

Shen Lang looked at the line of big characters on the billboard at the door, and raised his eyebrows:
"What did you ask me to do here? I can teach you at home."

Wang Xuan hesitated, and finally, under Shen Lang's scrutiny, he smiled and explained the reason.

This Golden Eagle Fighting Club occupies half of the fourth floor of the entire commercial building. teacher's expectations.

And Wang Xuan, who had successfully apprenticed as a teacher, confessed in a gaffe after drinking that he was about to turn his back on Xianyu and soar into the sky, which attracted the attention of several friends.

Finally learned about his apprenticeship.

Therefore, the other friends also begged to join Shen Lang's command.

"Master, am I talking too much?"

Seeing Shen Lang's eyes were very different, Wang Xuan thought that he had made a mistake, after all, the law should not be passed on lightly, not to mention that this old monster who has lived for an unknown number of years must definitely place more emphasis on accepting apprentices.

But he is known to everyone because of his talkativeness.

He was a little apprehensive.

Little did they know that Shen Lang at this time was more and more satisfied with Wang Xuan.

This person must be the roundworm in his stomach.

Knowing that he is short of money now, he found a few good apprentices for him, accepting one is accepting, and accepting a group is also accepting.

Since he intends to follow the Confucian masters, it is still possible to break the double digits under his command, not to mention three thousand disciples.

As for the three digits...

It will be treated as a gang attack.

He doesn't want to be a mafia boss.

Apprentice = money.

Multiple apprentices = a lot of money.

"Look at it first."

In order to avoid laughing out loud during the day, Shen Lang turned around and walked towards the club.

But along the way, I didn't meet a single person.

Wang Xuan was also surprised, and arrested a cleaning staff for questioning.

"Someone came to kick the hall, and Master Ma was fighting inside. He has already won eight games and eight games. Everyone went to watch."

(End of this chapter)