Ancestral Dragon: Destroy Xiongnu with words, you call this Confucianism?
23 What? Meng Yong went to learn Confucianism? Ridiculous!

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“????”

At this moment, Meng Yong and the group of guards were all dumbfounded.

"Young Master…So this is what Confucianism means?"

"Everyone…Did you learn it wrong?"

Meng Yong stammered as he walked over. Looking at the bloody bandit lying on the ground, his body trembled slightly.

"Yes, this is the essence that I have finally comprehended after painstakingly studying the Confucian classics.”

Fu Su looked at Meng Yong and said seriously.

"The so-called Confucianism is to convince people with reason.”

"Yeah, it's just a matter of knowledge..." Meng Yong's eyes lit up when he heard that. He was still aware of this.

Fu Su's face darkened when he heard that. He walked over and gave Meng Yong a light punch, causing him to take a few steps back.

He looked at the horrified Meng Yong and said,"Wrong!”

"To convince people with reason is to tell us that the other party has to be convinced of either reason or physics! Do you understand?"

"I, Young Master, once strayed into the wrong path.”

"Why don't you think about how Confucius made the kings of the various countries listen to him?”

"Young Master, I've comprehended it!"

When Meng Yong heard this, his pupils suddenly constricted, and he could not help but recall the legendary burly man who was more than two meters tall.

"No, no, no. You haven't comprehended it yet!" Fu Su shook his head and looked at the crowd.

"There is a huge gap between knowing and doing. You have only comprehended the surface.”

"When you truly comprehend the essence of Confucianism, you will be like me.”

As Fu Su spoke, he raised his palm and clenched it into a fist. He smashed it at the tree at the side and broke it.

Boom!

The broken trees fell on the corpses, and some blood came out again.

Meng Yong looked at this scene and the bulging muscles on Fu Su's body. He was a little dazed.

"Young Master…Can we really let you do the same?”

"Learn this Confucianism…"

Meng Yong stuttered. His eyes were filled with excitement and anticipation.

If he could be as powerful as Young Master, he would definitely be able to defeat Meng Yu.

From the beginning, he became the leader of the secret guards and stayed in the dark.

"Of course!"

Fu Su laughed and waved his hand.

"Come, Meng Yong, you guys experience it first!”

As he spoke, Fu Su looked at the bandit lying on the ground.

"Yes!"

"A gentleman must be ruthless when he hits someone. Otherwise, he won't have any dignity.”Meng Yong muttered as he looked at the bandits on the ground. His eyes seemed to have understood something.

"You... Don't come over..."

"I... We... Wrong!"

"I was really wrong! We shouldn't have... I shouldn't have robbed…"

At this moment, some of the bandits had just recovered from fainting. They were still breathing, but their bodies were in pain and they were unable to struggle. They were lying down and pretending to be dead.

They were dumbfounded when they heard this. They looked at the dozen men walking towards them in horror.

"Ah!"

Immediately after, a miserable sound resounded through the forest.

"Let's go, Meng Yong. Find a clean place. I'll teach you Confucianism. The smell of blood here is too heavy.”

"Alright, Young Master!"

.......

After Fu Su, Meng Yong, and the others left this place for a while.

At this moment, in the dense forest.

Meng Yu and the others who were hiding in the dense forest walked out from a distance.

Naturally, they could not maintain a close distance with Fu Su and the others. Otherwise, if they made any movements, Young Master would easily notice them.

Usually, only a few people followed closely.

However, although they were far away, they had seen the fight in the dense forest just now.

"Lord Meng Yu, when did this Eldest Young Master's strength become so ridiculous…

"Those muscles must have been trained for many years!”

This subordinate felt that even Lord Meng Yi was inferior to the Eldest Young Master. A subordinate ran to the crime scene and asked in horror after seeing the bloody bodies strewn all over the place.

Just now, he had seen Fu Su's peerless grace.

"I don't know either!"

Meng Yu thought about the battle just now. Up until now, he was still in a daze.

Young Master Fusu actually hid such terrifying and inhuman muscles under his loose Confucian robe.

Damn it, if anyone told him that Young Master was weak, he would be the first to disagree.

" Lord, Lord!!"

"Young Master Fusu and the others have stopped in front again. Lord Meng Yong seems to be learning Confucianism with his guards!!”

" Learning Confucianism?!"

" What the hell!!?" Meng Yu could not help but be stunned when he heard that. He recalled the brawny man who scoffed at Confucianism.

"Sir, it seems like the Eldest Young Master and Meng Yong said something just now, and Sir Meng Yong was very excited.”

"But this subordinate is too far away and can't hear clearly.”

His subordinate said helplessly.

Although he was the closest, he could not hear the voices clearly. He could only see the figures.

"Meng Yong is a martial arts scholar. Is this guy's brain fried? What nonsense! Ridiculous!" Meng Yu said angrily.

If His Majesty knew about this, he would definitely be furious!

"Follow and take a look!"

.......

Soon, Fu Su and the rest arrived at an empty space.

"Qingqian, open the first box in the carriage and take out the Confucian robe.”

“??Isn't the first box a bamboo scroll?" Qingqian was stunned.

"No, it's a Confucian robe…Go get it..." Fu Su smiled.

"Alright, Young Master!" A bitter smile appeared on Qing Qian's face. It turned out that Young Master had secretly prepared a Confucian robe before they set off.

He was probably already prepared to spread Confucianism.

" Did you bring 20 sets??" Qing Qian opened the box and looked at the neatly folded robes. She was also a little stunned.

"Meng Yong, only by wearing a robe when reciting the scholarly faction can you get into the right state.”Fu Su walked in front of Qing Qian and took the Confucian robe from her soft hands, handing it to Meng Yong.

"You don't have to take off your armor. Just put it on.”

Meng Yong and the others nodded and quickly put on their scholarly robes.

"Alright, this is the Analects of Confucius. You must always recite the scriptures.”

At the same time, Fu Su wrote down the Analects of Confucius on the bamboo slip.

Having fused with the previous Fu Su's memories, he could easily write down the Analects of Confucius from memory.

"Meng Yong, you have to comprehend the classics step by step. I reflect on myself three times a day."

"The core true meaning is: I have to train my body three times a day!”

"What? No wonder Young Master was so powerful!!”Meng Yong's eyes lit up when he heard that.

This was very logical.

"Yes, this is only the first step. Once you truly understand this sentence, you will understand.”

"This young master's strength is not something that can be achieved through training alone. It is something that can be achieved by constantly reciting the Analects of Confucius and comprehending the true meaning of Confucianism.”

Fu Su looked at the subordinates in Confucian robes in front of him. A smile appeared on his face as he continued to bluff.

Confucianism, logic, and physics had to be respected. They weren't barbarians and were still reasonable.

"Young Master, I understand!"

Meng Yong and the rest of the soldiers were excited as they started to recite the scriptures.

"I reflect on myself three times a day…"

As the recitation sounded, he muttered in his heart,"I reflect on myself three times a day. Young Master said that I have to train three times a day…"

"I have to train three times a day…"

“.....”

A smile appeared on Fu Su's face as he watched this scene. The progress bar in his mind had indeed sped up significantly.

Ding! Meng Yong's aptitude has reached the level of a disciple. If the host teaches him personally! He had a chance of entering the 72 Sages.

[Note: A famous historical figure who has accepted the Lunyu has the qualifications to reach the 72 sages.]

At this moment, a cold electronic voice suddenly sounded.

(Haha, thank you for the flowers, everyone. The author is alive. 3,000 disciples and 72 sages will all appear. If you want to see which historical figures have become boorish, you can leave a comment.))

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