It's just a game, why did you dig up my grave?

"Resigning to an official position?

I just won’t vote, what can you do to me? "

The man didn't seem to be afraid of Confucius and said confidently.

"If I hadn't been able to defeat you, I would have killed you with a knife!"

"If you don't surrender, Qiu will have to come and tell you about the Zhou rites every day.

And stop you from doing evil things again.

Until you are influenced by Zhou Li and realize your mistakes. "

"You bastard, if you don't rob the passing people, what will your brothers eat?

Do you want to starve us to death? "

Confucius was still about to speak, but suddenly, a hand gently patted his shoulder.

The young man turned his head and looked.

But he saw that the young man who was sitting on the roadside just now, dressed in inappropriate clothes, came behind him at some point.

"Master, you don't have to be afraid, Mr. Pi Xuan will not harm you."

"Brother Confucius."

Chu Xuan said lightly.

"You're not doing this right."

"Master, what do you mean?

Is there anything inappropriate about me doing this? "

Confucius looked puzzled.

However, the next moment, a bolt of sword light shot out from Chu Xuan's waist.

The bodies of more than a dozen bandits passed by in an instant.

The burly man pretending to be Chu Xuan still had a ferocious expression on his face.

But no more sound could be made.

"Pfft!"

A bandit's upper body and legs were separated.

He fell hard to the ground.

The sound was like a signal.

"Plop" sounds came one after another.

The bodies of all the bandits were cut into two parts by the sword just now.

A large amount of blood and internal organs poured out from the wound.

Seeing this bloody scene, Confucius froze in place.

The whole person's mind went blank.

After a while, the young man finally came to his senses and turned his head sharply, looking extremely angry.

"Sir, the thief should be handed over to a competent authority and punished according to his crime. How could you kill someone without permission?"

"These thieves killed five people and seriously injured ten people. They deserve to be killed."

"If you want to kill someone, you should do it after you have been convicted.

Killing someone without permission and disrespecting Zhou etiquette is an immoral act! "

Confucius became even more angry.

"Immoral?"

Chu Xuan raised his eyebrows in surprise.

I didn't expect that Confucius would be like this at this time.

But it’s normal to think about it.

Confucius is only a fifteen-year-old boy now.

He has insufficient life experience and his worldview is not yet formed.

He grew up in a country like Lu, which pays the most attention to etiquette.

Everything you do is required to be in compliance with Zhou etiquette.

It’s no wonder it turned out like this.

The age of fifteen is the time when a young man’s character and worldview take shape.

Confucius must not go astray.

Chu Xuan felt that it was necessary for him to help this eternal Confucian sage take the right path.

"Brother Confucius, do you know what virtue is?"

"The Rites of Zhou says: Virtue is called internal and external, it is virtue in the heart, and it is behavior to give it."

Confucius answered without hesitation.

"wrong."

Chu Xuan shook his head, took off his Taoist robe and the dark clothes underneath, and folded them neatly.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The beating of my heart suddenly sounded like a drum.

The "Great Sun Tathagata Sutra" that has never given up on cultivation is running quickly.

The originally well-proportioned figure swelled up visibly to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, a muscular monster nearly three meters tall and with gnarled muscles appeared in front of Confucius.

The young man raised his head in confusion and saw the muscular monster with Chu Xuan's head grinning ferociously and raising a fist bigger than Confucius' head in front of him.

"This is virtue."

"Oh!"

A burly figure flew out upside down.

What followed was a full ten minutes of beating.

"Confucius, do you know what virtue is?"

"The Rites of Zhou says: Virtue is called internal and external..."

The young man's stubborn voice sounded.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

This time, the sound of fists hitting flesh lasted for half an hour.

"Confucius, do you know what virtue is?"

"The Rites of Zhou says: Virtue is called internal and external..."

"Good good."

Chu Xuan wiped the blood from his fist on Confucius' clothes.

“He is indeed a gentleman who observes etiquette.

In this case, then I will strip you naked and send you to parade in Luoyi, the birthplace of Zhou rites and the residence of Emperor Zhou.

Haha, Confucius, you don’t want this either, right? "

"you you you..."

Confucius finally became a little scared.

"How could you treat me like this? It's so disrespectful.

A scholar cannot be killed but cannot be humiliated. You, please kill me! "

Chu Xuan smiled evilly and stretched out his big palm-like hands to grab both sides of Confucius' clothes.

Use gentle pressure.

"Hey!"

The sound of broken clothing material was heard.

The linen clothes on the young man's body were torn in half instantly.

Revealing the dark clothes underneath. (The inner lining looks similar to the outer garment, but Zhou Li stipulates that it cannot be exposed outside when going out.)

Confucius folded his arms helplessly, his eyes full of fear.

In his eyes, the man in front of him, who was even bigger than his father when he was alive, was like a demon.

"Confucius, you don't want your last layer of clothing to be torn and you have to run away at the feet of Emperor Zhou, right?

Let me ask you, what is virtue? "

The young man closed his lips tightly and remained silent.

"A poor Taoist's fist is a virtue?"

A look of struggle flashed in Confucius' eyes.

He saw those sinful hands reaching out to him again.

The future Confucian sage almost exhausted all his strength and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"It is virtue, it is virtue!"