Chapter 150: You have a son in your heart, relying on benevolence, righteousness, rationality and faith
Chapter 150: There is a son in the heart, and the backing is benevolence, righteousness, reason and faith (Second update)
Author: sunny
Chapter 150: There is a son in the heart, and the backing is benevolence, righteousness, reason and faith (Second update)
The two members of the football club who were having a lively fight felt their eyes darken and subconsciously raised their heads.
Then he saw a strong man who looked like an iron tower suddenly appeared in front of him, and on the thick back of this strong man with bulging muscles.
The members of the football club who were holding a short stick in front of him and were about to help their teammates looked at him in confusion as the word "子曰" appeared in front of them.
Before he could react, he saw the word "reason", moving from far to near, then his eyes went black, he let out a scream, and flew back.
The member of the rival football club next to him couldn't help but be overjoyed and shouted directly. "Well done, hero..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw a leg flying towards him, with a big word "straight" on the back of his foot, directly hitting his chest and abdomen...
"Where did this hero come from? Don't do anything. Who are you helping?"
"That good man who is benevolent, righteous, rational and trustworthy, can you really see clearly, ah..."
"It's not good, a man with blood all over his body is here. He's going to hit anyone he sees. Run away..."
At this moment, Chen Yushi and his colleagues, who were still watching from a distance, heard shouts coming from a distance, and they were all stunned.
Is there something wrong with these people's brains? The old censor gasped with toothache and his mind was in a mess.
Next to him, Chen Yushi, who likes to get tattoos, fell into deep doubts and thoughts.
A hero who is benevolent, righteous, rational and trustworthy, a man who is full of blood... Could this be a new tattoo genre?
By the time the Kaifeng Mansion officers rolled over and crawled on the ground, the large-scale group fight had come to an end.
In the street market, Tokyo residents were watching the excitement in shops and restaurants on both sides with fear.
The two censors also saw a burly man with a row of "Benevolence, Righteousness and Reason" on his back, waving his fist with the word "virtue" as big as a bowl.
There, he was chasing and beating a man who was hiding from left to right. He punched him, but the man picked up a pole and tried to block him.
With a click, the fist knocked the pole off and hit the man on the chin.
The man immediately fell to the ground, dying and unconscious.
"Brother Zhisheng, get out of the way, I'll come..." At this moment, a fat green man jumped out from behind.
He picked up a small stick and hit the man seven or eight times without thinking.
Then he tiredly wiped the sweat from his forehead with a small stick, panted heavily and said proudly.
"Bastard, I wonder where you can run away? Today I will study honestly. Well, I will let you know what is the meaning of respect for elders and younger ones..."
"?????"
A question popped up in everyone's mind, where did this little fat man come from, and he was actually a pavilion elder?!
God is so arrogant about elders and younger ones. Is there something wrong with your brain?
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Tong Zhisheng stood there and saw the Tokyo people pointing at him one by one.
The person who was talking about all these things looked at his two fists as big as bowls with great satisfaction. One was "reason" and the other was "virtue".
Look at "Zi Yue", whose chest rises and falls as he breathes again.
Suddenly, I felt as if my whole person had been transformed into a chivalrous man with connotation and culture by "The Analects of Confucius".
"This, this...this..." At this moment, Chen Yushi and Lao Yushi finally entered the scene of the group fight under the guidance of the police officers.
I saw such a strong man who was as strong as an ox, with classic sentences from "The Analects" tattooed all over his body, and his aura was as rough as a bear's skin.
His mind immediately went into chaos, and the erudite and well-read old censor roared angrily.
"How can this common man blaspheme the words of a saint like this?"
Tong Zhisheng turned his head, with a ferocious expression on his face, and pointed his finger this way.
"Who are you talking about, old bastard?!"
"Tong Zhisheng!" Chen Yushi's eyes turned red instantly, and he really responded to the sentence that enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.
"Ha, who do you think Sajia is? It turns out to be you. You came just in time. Have you seen the Analects of Confucius all over Sajia?"
When the old censor heard that he was the step-son of the powerful eunuch, he immediately calmed down, but there was a burning fire in his chest that made him uncomfortable.
The words of a saint were actually tattooed on the body of this vulgar warrior. Look at his two fists with the words "Li" and "De" written on them, which are covered with blood, and the word "Confucius" on his chest is also stained.
Stained with blood.
The old censor, who was a bit obsessive-compulsive, really had the urge to rush forward, pick up a white towel and quickly wipe off the dirt from the saint's sayings.
When Chen Yushi saw that this vulgar martial artist was so full of power, he felt equally insulted and stood there angrily, jumping to his feet and saying angrily.
"You, you, you are simply disgraceful."
I saw these two scholars looking like they were about to go crazy with anger, but they didn't dare to take the initiative to challenge themselves.
Tong Zhisheng, who was as happy as if he had drank ice-cold green ant wine on a dog day in summer, happily raised his arms, which were almost as thick as Chen Yushi's thighs, and raised his eyebrows provocatively.
"How about it, are you angry when you see Sa Jia wearing "The Analects of Confucius"?!"
"It doesn't matter if the Sa family is vulgar, they still have 'Confucius' in their hearts and back it with 'benevolence, righteousness, reason and faith'..."
"You, you..." Chen Yushi's body, which had just recovered, was shaking for a while, and then he was beaten out of a concussion by this vulgar martial artist. At this moment, he was dizzy, and with a bang, he fell to the ground.
Cai Laoliu, who was beating randomly with a short stick on the side until he felt refreshed and clear-minded, saw what was happening here and couldn't help but burst out laughing with excitement.
"Hahaha, brother Zhisheng is really powerful. Look at that scholar, you are really pissed off..."
The followers of the Cai family and the Tong family all had dark faces at this moment. Looking at the Qilin son of the Cai family, they always felt that this stupid guy was going to be unlucky today.
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Zhao Ji, an official, completed the breathing practice for today and slowly opened his eyes.
Looking at the small and quiet Taoist temple in the palace, I couldn't help but think of the dream I had last night.
In the dream, I once again saw Miss Shishi, who had a graceful figure. Together with Miss Shishi, I rode in a car and took a boat trip on the lake...
In the dream, I and Miss Shishi were touching each other, breathing each other, and even did some things that we should do when our love was strong.
This caused Zhu Xiang's effort to be completely embarrassed when he, a dignified official, got up in the morning.
Sigh... The resentment in my heart has actually disappeared a long time ago, and I have had the idea of going to the Fan Tower to meet the teacher's girl countless times.
But I always feel that I am the majestic Emperor of the Song Dynasty. If I just go through it like this, wouldn't it look a bit cheap?
But if you don't go...the torture of lovesickness really makes this official of the Song Dynasty feel even more tortured.
At this time, Zhao Ji raised his head if he realized it, and saw Yang Jian beside him, who was hesitant to speak.