Your understanding is incredible: You blindly changed your technique and you are still invincible

Shen Zilang thought for a while and realized that he might not be able to break through to the third level tomorrow - probably the day after tomorrow.

After practicing for a whole night, Shen Zilang's progress was stuck on the last twelve postures, and because he had taken too many Peiyuan medicinal baths, he felt that his blood was boiling all over, and he had a feeling as if the blood in his body was on fire. The feeling of getting up.

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

For no reason, he suddenly recalled the scene where he collided with Zhang Chao last night.

It seems that after a night, he can have a chance to meet Zhang Chao?

"You are arrogant, you are so arrogant, your blood is boiling and your brain is boiling, your mind is no longer clear."

Suppressing this suicidal thought, Shen Zilang came to school early.

Today is Monday, and it is his first class after reporting for the start of school.

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

He is still learning Chinese language Literature major.

And the first lesson today is Confucianism.

Teaching Building, Building 3, 303.

Different from the vibrant life Shen Zilang imagined, the large classroom was lifeless. He had obviously come five minutes early, but the people in the back row The seats were still occupied.

People were sleeping, people were playing on their phones, and people were chatting.

In desperation, Shen Zilang could only sit in the conspicuous first row. On the way, he met several girls who pointed at him, but There was no malice at all. I vaguely heard them talking about Rolls Royce, the second generation of rich people, and how handsome they were.

Shen Zilang ignored it. He was looking forward to the Confucian and Taoist master who was in class.

Soon, with a few voices The bell rang, and a tall and mighty"teacher" with a sinewy face and muscles thicker than an ordinary person's thighs, but holding a textbook seriously appeared on the podium.

Shen Zilang: ??!

This is a teaching assistant, right?

"Hello students, it’s another ideological baptism class once a week. Those who are sleeping should wake up, those who are chatting should shut up, and those who are playing with mobile phones should be careful."

After a skillful opening statement, this"Confucian and Taoist master" turned on the computer and projected the screen and the content of this lesson.

At the bottom of the homepage of the screen, the name of this"Confucian and Taoist master" was printed, Kong Wudi.

Fake name...

Seeing Teacher Kong talking eloquently on the podium, Shen Zilang's illusions about Confucian and Taoist masters were suddenly shattered. The Confucian and Taoist masters in his impression should not be gentle, easy-going, self-cultivation, and literary masters who embody Confucianism in every aspect. Really?

This muscular man is said to be the head teacher and instructor of a martial arts school. No one doubts him.

"Teacher, you made a typo, it’s Analects of Confucius instead of Ruanyu."

At this time, an attentive student pointed out the error on the screen.

What was displayed on the screen was the word"The Analects of Confucius" in Confucianism.

However, the teacher seemed to be in a hurry and typed the wrong word"The Analects of Confucius"

"Finally, some students discovered this. Today we will not brainwash, but interpret Confucianism from another angle. Kong

Wudi smiled ferociously:

"What we are talking about today is another version of slang"

"What does it mean to hear the Tao in the morning and die in the evening?"

"Let this somewhat unfamiliar classmate answer. Sun

Wudi pointed at Shen Zilang sitting in the first row and said.

Shen Zilang looked like his world view was about to collapse. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly said:"If you understand the way of benevolence in the morning, you can die in the evening.""

"Well, that’s the standard explanation, but today we’re talking about the Ruanyu, not the Analects of Confucius. Kong Wudi analyzed slowly:"Tao can be translated as road, smell, hear, morning, morning. In the morning, I heard about the road to your house, and in the evening you will die!""

"Also, I realized the Great Way of Fist Intention this morning, but you can just wait to die tonight."

The student who spoke earlier raised his hand again and said

"Children can be taught."

Kong Wudi was very pleased.

The originally lifeless large classroom became active because of Kong Wudi's subversive interpretation.

Shen Zilang also showed a reorganization of his world view.

He understood.

Whispering words, this is what the Holy Master taught the Tao. The rules are set.

Make up the rules and include everyone within these rules. Confucius should be regarded as a sage.

He will also become a master of learning.

After class, Shen Zilang sincerely asked Kong Wudi for advice, but was told that if he If he can maintain perfect attendance for a semester, he will receive special notes for free.

In the afternoon,

Shen Zilang, who received a call from Wang Xuan, 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 Floor.

Golden Eagle Fight Club.

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

"Master, last night, Zhang Chao probably didn’t make things difficult for your friends again, right?"

To be honest, Wang Xuan didn't have much confidence in what happened last night. Although Zhang Chao was marked by the Wang family, since he successfully climbed to the top of the third-grade list, he has gradually escaped from the control of the Wang family.

He just An unpopular child in the family, his prestige is obviously inferior to that of his eldest and second brothers. Zhang Chao may not necessarily listen to his words.

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