Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei.

Chapter 14 Uncle, I am no longer a human being!

The young man was ambitious, but unfortunately he was not strong enough. He swung the sword forward again and again but could not touch a single hair of Xia Di.

The broom stick was held by the sweeping monk in The Legend of Heaven and Dragon Slaying, and his arms pointed where to strike. The wooden knife in Chu Zihang's hand was knocked off countless times.

Everyone could see that Xia Di was a master.

The class leader who was watching from the field also knew that he was blind. He thought that he could not block Chu Zihang's attack so easily. Maybe the master who taught him the way of swordsmanship could, but after so many years, he probably couldn't wield the sword anymore. .

Looking at Xia Di's feet that had not moved from their position from beginning to end, he shook his head, knowing that there was no need to continue this competition.

If the fight continues, it will only damage Chu Zihang's confidence, which will not be conducive to his future practice.

Just as he was about to shout to stop, Xia Di threw away the broom stick in his hand: "I won't play anymore, I won't play anymore, it's boring, you don't even dare to be cruel."

Because he didn't wear protective gear, Chu Zihang always had room to start and did not dare to go all out. This made Xia Di a little dissatisfied. What was the point of fighting hesitantly?

He is obviously the most impulsive and irritable age, but he is so mature and shameless, which is really disappointing.

On the other side, Chu Zihang, who was already sweating, put away his wooden sword when he saw this, and bowed to Xia Di: "I have learned a lesson."

His hands hanging by his sides were shaking a little, which was due to soreness and pain caused by excessive exertion.

However, he didn't care about this minor discomfort, but sincerely thanked Xia Di for his advice.

In the 5-minute competition just now, he wielded a total of 20 knives, and he tried his best to do his best with almost every knives.

Although he knew that he could not hurt Xia Di, Chu Zihang was unwilling to take the risk, because if something went wrong, it would mean that "Dad" would have to take action, so he would rather let this competition be slightly flawed than See the unexpected coming.

But even so, Xia Di did not end the fight impatiently early. Instead, he realized how much his swordsmanship still had shortcomings.

"In addition to being carved from the same mold, you and your dad also like to hide each other." Xia Di recalled the hearty badminton match in the morning, and the same man who was very similar to Chu Zihang was like this. Reluctant to use all his strength.

Chu Zihang was a little surprised when he heard this: "Do you know my dad?"

Unconsciously, he took the honorific with him.

"Well, I just finished playing ball with him this morning." Xia Di didn't hide it at all, "Although Lao Chu didn't tell me, I could tell at a glance that you were his son."

"He can also play ball?" Chu Zihang was even more curious. In his impression, the man seemed to only be able to talk well and was not very good at anything except driving skills.

Even when I play ball with him, he always behaves like a mess.

"Yeah." There were still a bunch of people around. Xia Di didn't want to be stared at and chatted by so many people, so she just responded casually and concluded the brief conversation.

Then he looked at the class leader who looked calm and showed no emotion: "Well, I took the liberty of doing this today, and I will apologize to you."

He said he was sorry, but there was no look of embarrassment on his face at all.

Looking at Chu Zihang who was staring at him closely, Xia Di patted his shoulder: "If you want to find me, come to the gym next door. I happen to be there for a while."

"Are you the coach of the city team?"

"No, I'm just a warm-hearted uncle next door."

Xia Di smiled mysteriously, dragged Lu Mingfei, who didn't know what he was thinking, and walked out of the door facing the admiring eyes of all the students.

When he walked out of the door, the students gathered around him and said, "Brother Chu, how strong do you think the big brother was? I think he is even more powerful than our class leader."

"I think he is like Inuyasha's older brother. He is so handsome and good-looking when fighting."

"That's not a fight, it's a discussion."

"No, it should be a pointer."

People around him were chattering incessantly, but Chu Zihang had no intention of listening. He just stared at the figure disappearing from the door, his eyes thoughtful.

"Do you all like to hide it?" After carefully chewing on what he just heard, the young man felt that maybe he should reorganize his past memories. …

After walking out of the kendo class, Lu Mingfei opened his hands around his neck and asked, "Uncle, where are you going next?"

Apart from these foreign species, there is no other place for physical exercise in the Children's Palace. He, the young master, can't go to ballet and practice yoga. That doesn't fit his style.

"Don't worry, we have already said that morality, intelligence, body, art, and labor should be developed in an all-round way. Today, I will take you to experience morality and body. There are three things left waiting for you."

"I feel the body, but when did I experience virtue?" Lu Mingfei was puzzled. Apart from being exhausted to death today, he didn't seem to have improved much in terms of ideological and moral character.

Xia Di couldn't help but pat his head when he heard this: "It's Wude, Wude!"

This afternoon, he punched the karate teacher and beat the sword master of the Children's Palace with his stick. Didn't he show his martial arts to the fullest?

Or is it that this kid's understanding is really poor and he can't decipher the profound meaning behind his various actions.

Mr. Lu covered his head with aggrieved expression on his face: "But I only saw you bullying the weak and using the big to bully the small."

"That's it. Look at how little martial ethics I have."

"When you say 'virtue', you mean not practicing martial ethics?" Lu Mingfei's young mind was greatly shocked. How could anyone be proud of such a negative case instead of being ashamed of it?

Seeing his frustrated look, Xia Di patiently explained: "Not talking about martial ethics is indeed a negative lesson, but that is not the point. What I want to emphasize is that a person cannot be bound by morality.

Look at the fate of those who pay too much attention to martial ethics. During the Spring and Autumn Period, Duke Xianggang of the Song Dynasty, for his emphasis on martial ethics, almost destroyed his country, but he still died. "

"Who is Song Xianggong?" Lu Mingfei looked confused. His knowledge was too narrow and he had no idea that such a figure existed in history.

It can only be said that the archaeological atmosphere at home is not strong enough. Lu Mingfei’s parents are always running around and have no time to talk about history to him. There are not many related books at home...

Hey, now that I think about it, it’s possible that my parents’ identities as archaeologists are fake. Could it be that they are really secret agents of the country?

Well, the teenage fantasy moment begins again.

Xia Haowenshi Di didn't explain, and directly changed to another example: "Then let's talk about "Water Margin", Lin Chong, you have always heard of it, right?"

"I've heard of Lin Chong, the leopard head."

"The chief instructor of the 80-strong Forbidden Army does not bully others, does not bully the weak, does not fight bravely, and will never break the rules until the point is reached. He talks about martial ethics, right?"

"speak."

"So he was persecuted and his family was destroyed. In the end, he had no choice but to go to Liangshan and become a bandit."

"It's miserable."

"Did Liu Bang, the founder of the Han Dynasty, know?" Xia Di gave an example again.

"The one who killed the white snake?"

"Yes, that's him. He's a notoriously ungrateful old hooligan with no martial ethics."

Lu Mingfei looked at him ignorantly, wondering why Liu Bang was not the founding emperor of the Han Dynasty, and why he became an old gangster.

"Those who are bound by moral concepts are forced to become bandits, while those who do not follow martial ethics create a great dynasty. What can you understand by comparing the two?" Teacher Xia only raised questions but did not answer the students' doubts.

"Think about why good people have to eat fast and chant Buddha's name and do one good deed every day to pray for a good family in the next life, while bad people only need to put down the butcher knife to become a Buddha immediately?

Why do good people do good deeds all their lives, but if they accidentally do something bad, they are cast aside, while bad people only do a trivial good deed and are treated differently?
Is this a loss of morality or a distortion of human nature? "

"Well..." Lu Mingfei thought so hard that his little CPU was almost dry and smoking. Finally, when he walked out of the Children's Palace, he patted his head and came up with a perfect answer:
"Since it's so hard to be a human being, wouldn't it be better if I didn't become a human being?"

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