Myth Invasion: I Kill the Gods on Earth

At this point, Mr. Mo Zhi felt enlightened and suddenly realized: "That's it!"

At this moment, the cultural energy in his body suddenly surged, and his strength actually improved to a higher level.

That suddenly enlightened thinking brought stronger thoughts, tempering his strength like a giant hammer!

There is a faint word "Confucianism" behind him, and he is trying to condense his divine personality and become a mid-level god!

"Also, this sentence means that the benevolent are happy in the mountains and the wise are happy in the water!"

"The first explanation is that kind people are happy to open mountains, and smart people are happy to cut off water!"

"Second interpretation, when a kind person smiles, corpses become like mountains; when a wise person smiles, blood becomes like rivers!"

"Third level, benevolent people are happy to pile the enemy's corpses into mountains, and smart people are happy to collect the enemy's blood into rivers."

Mr. Mo knew that his whole body was trembling, and the pleasure of acquiring knowledge made him forget to think and indulge in the thoughts taught by Zilu.

Behind him, literary energy surges even more!

The godhead is condensing rapidly!

Some of the weak Confucian disciples, some of them suddenly became enlightened. Under the shock of literary energy, the muscles in their whole body felt like being hammered by a giant hammer, and the muscles in their backs bulged out, instantly revealing their "righteous" backs!

"I understand!"

"I see!"

Zilu said in a deep voice:

"Your current version of The Analects of Confucius is so peaceful!"

Zilu looked at the sky, as if he saw a figure worthy of his lifelong pursuit: "You know, that is the teacher's enlightenment from the war! The thought from the destruction of life!"

"Thoughts that make kings tremble with fear!"

"Thoughts are more powerful than swords!"

"For this idea, the teacher led three thousand disciples, saw all the devastation of life, went through countless battles, and killed countless enemies!"

"How can it be a thought that only seeks peace!"

"In a word, we scholars are not afraid of trouble, but if anyone wants to provoke us, let him see the power of thought and the weight of books!"

I don't know that Mr. Li's literary spirit is brilliant, and there are muffled sounds coming from his body, as if there is a giant hammer hammering him!

Others also closed their eyes and thought, and their auras continued to grow!

suddenly.

Someone opened their eyes, and a scholar frowned and said: "Teacher, I feel that what you just said is not quite right. I feel..."

Zilu smiled.

It was as if I had seen myself back then.

"At the beginning, just like you, I was full of doubts. It was my teacher who made me determined."

But the next moment.

The wind stirred.

The sound stopped suddenly.

Zi Lu's figure flashed past. One second he was still smiling, and the next second he appeared like a lion behind the student who retorted!

The thick arms locked the student's neck, and the naked choke was completed in an instant!

"Now, do you still think there is something wrong with what I said?"

Zilu whispered in the student's ear.

Feeling the terrifying power and the coercion of the lion baring its sharp teeth from behind, the student trembled and swallowed, breathing quickly and said: "No, it's no problem."

The weak voice was full of determination.

For a moment, as his brain began to lack oxygen, he saw the real thought, the shining thought.

Zilu nodded and opened his arms.

It's really enjoyable to answer other people's questions.

Is this the joy of spreading knowledge?

"No wonder, Master always said that a good teacher should never tire of teaching others." Zilu smiled and said, "Sure enough, preaching and solving doubts really makes people feel happy."

"And the teacher is right. Sometimes, words cannot change a person, but the power of thought can make others agree!"

this moment.

Zilu suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was just like the teacher's lecture back then!

Thousands of years ago, the teacher gave a lecture like this, with three thousand disciples sitting cross-legged below, some meditating, some refuting, some laughing with clarity.

Of course, I was the one who refuted the teacher the most at first.

But every time, I am impressed by the teacher’s ideas!

That teacher who is worthy of his lifelong pursuit has a completely different but very appropriate answer to each of his questions that makes people unable to refuse and convincing.

Sometimes it's an over-the-shoulder throw, sometimes it's a naked choke, sometimes it's a cross lock, sometimes it's a guillotine.

Very rich class process.

It was in that pain that Zilu learned a wealth of knowledge.

"Maybe this is what the teacher said, learning and growing up are always accompanied by pain."

"Okay, you guys need to digest it first." Zilu looked at everyone who was frowning and thinking, his eyes especially stayed on Mo Zhi for a moment, then turned around and said: "I have to pack up the textbooks. Tomorrow, I should go to the No. 1 Primary School newspaper next door. arrive."

Everyone was sitting cross-legged and closing their eyes, digesting and understanding: "..."

To be honest, everyone here is a top student majoring in Chinese language and literature, or history. They are attracted by Confucian culture and continue to study it.

For example, Mr. Mo Zhizhi was a university professor before and has been studying Confucian culture for half his life.

As a result, I never expected that my own teacher would prepare to go to elementary school... which was really a bit inconsistent.

And right now.

"Mr. Zilu."

A voice came from the door.

Zilu looked up and saw Lin Fan walking in with a smile, and Bai Qi behind him.

"Little friend Lin Fan," Zi Lu smiled: "Why are you here so late at night?"

"Aren't I worried that you won't adapt..."

Lin Fan said, looking at the Confucian disciples who were cross-legged and closed in front of them, and said with a strange expression: "But I just took a look and you are very adaptable..."

Zilu smiled, took out the spicy strips and ate them, and said, "There are some things that I'm not used to. For example, until now, I don't know where the hot water in the shower goes. Moreover, the food here is so delicious, better than ours." It tasted much better back then.”

"However, as long as I can spread knowledge like my teacher did back then, I will be satisfied."

"That's good." Lin Fan nodded, and then said awkwardly: "That's right... corporal punishment is not allowed in Daxia today... that is to say, beating students is not allowed."

He could clearly see the process of Zilu's class just now!

Good guy, this is the first time he has seen a teacher strangle a student naked!

"Beating students?" Zilu was stunned for a moment: "I didn't beat them just now, but I was reasoning..."

"Ah," Zilu suddenly slapped his head: "You call that a beating!"

"No, let me tell you, this is how the teacher taught us back then."

"The teacher's exact words are that words cannot change a person's mind."

"Only the power of thought can change a person's sanity and make them unable to refute and completely realize their own shallowness."

"As the saying goes, if the child is silent, the strange power will confuse the spirit!"

Lin Fan: "..."

Another new explanation.

"Don't worry, that's how I got here. They will get used to it in the future." Zilu smiled: "And if they are really more thoughtful than me, then they can also refute me and let me see the power of thought. .”

"It's just that their thoughts are too shallow at the moment, so instead of wasting words trying to change their thoughts, it's better to use the power of thoughts to convince them... This is benevolence and righteousness!"

"As the saying goes, Confucius said, practicing with force is close to benevolence. Practice with your body. Practice with force!!"

Lin Fan: "..."

He beat the students again and again.

But what he said made sense, and he couldn't refute it.

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