Accompanied by Ying Yuren's voice, a tingling sensation rose from his bone marrow and spread to his limbs and bones.
"Ah ~ humph!"
Suppressing his painful cries, Ying Yuren picked up a wooden stick and stuffed it into his mouth. He bit down hard with his teeth, trying to relieve the pain.
After an unknown amount of time, Ying Yuren finally regained his senses.
"Huff ~ Huff ~"
Ying Yuren spat out the wooden stick and panted greedily.
After a while, Ying Yuren propped himself up with his right hand and stood up with difficulty.
"It's already so painful to fuse with the power of a mere Confucius.”
"Then when I fuse with Xiangyu, Li Yuanba, and the other world-shaking strongmen, won't I die of pain?”
"System, your newbie gift bag shouldn't be the body of Confucius. It should be painkillers!”
As he complained, Ying Yuren finally stood up straight.
He lifted his shirt and confirmed that the eight packs on his abdomen had not fused into one. Ying Yuren heaved a sigh of relief.
But when he lowered his head to look, Ying Yuren realized that his lower garment, which could originally cover his feet, could only cover the middle of his calf.
The originally solemn Confucian dress had turned into a long dress for young girls!
"Because I sweated a lot just now, so my lower garment shrank?”
"No!"
"It seems like this young master has grown taller!"
Ying Yuren was stunned and hurriedly ran to the bronze mirror in the tent.
The bronze mirror reflected a handsome young man who was slightly taller than 2.2 meters. His body had become more robust, but his skin was still as white as jade.
What was out of place was that this young man was wearing a mid-length dress. The clothes on his upper body were also tight, revealing his large muscles and half of his forearm.
He looked like a gym geek in women's clothing.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Ying Yuren finally confirmed that he had really grown taller!
"No wonder the fusion was so painful.”
"I was originally two meters tall, but after fusing with Confucius 'body, I actually grew so much taller?”
"So Confucius is taller than me by a head?”
"What a joke!"
"How can Confucius be so tall?"
"System, are you kidding me?"
Just as he was feeling surprised, Ying Yuren noticed a palm print on the ground out of nowhere.
After squatting down and comparing his palm with the palm print, Ying Yuren's surprise became even greater.
He pressed down on the ground, and another identical palm print appeared on the ground.
"Is this my palm print?"
"I didn't use much strength. How could I leave such a deep palm print on the ground?”
"Wait!"
"Is my understanding of Confucius too misguided by the impressions of the later generations?”
Thinking of some books he had read before, Ying Yuren's hands trembled slightly.
However, this trembling was not from fear, but from excitement.
"According to the Lü's Spring and Autumn Annals, Confucius 'father, Shu Lianghe, could still lift a thousand-pound city gate at the age of sixty.”
"Although Confucius was slightly inferior to his father, he was also a strong man with a height of 2.21 meters.”
"Its speed is even faster than a rabbit. Its arms can lift a city gate that weighs 400 jin, and it can kill a tiger in the suburbs with its bare hands.”
"He is also proficient in combat, swordsmanship, archery, military tactics, chariot driving, and several other war techniques!”
All along, Ying Yuren had felt that the " Lu Family's Spring and Autumn Annals " was too exaggerated.
One must know that the cauldron that Xiang Yu lifted was only 350 jin, but his Overlord's divine power had been known for 2,000 years.
And now you're telling me that Confucius is more powerful than the Overlord Xiang Yu?
This was like Zhuge Liang killing Lu Bu in warm wine or Lin Daiyu uprooting a willow.
It was too magical!
However, when he felt the strength coming from his muscles, Ying Yuren had no choice but to believe it.
The records in the << Lu Family's Spring and Autumn Annals >> were very likely the truth!
"With Confucius 'power, why do we need Xiang Yu's power?”
"Compared to Confucius, Xiang Yu is just a younger brother!”
"No wonder the scholarly faction could become a prominent school!”
"This Young Master has truly misunderstood Sage Kong!”
In this era, the average adult male was only a little over 1.6 meters tall.
Confucius, who was 2.2 meters tall, could fight tigers barehanded, and was proficient in all kinds of war techniques, was already very intimidating.
He was also accompanied by Zi Lu, who had similar martial strength to him, Gong Liangru, who had once scared off an army of ten thousand, Tantai Ziyu, who had killed two crocodiles with his bare hands, and other seventy-two sage disciples.
In addition, there were also three thousand inner sect disciples who carried swords and bows with them and were proficient in martial arts.
This kind of Confucius caught someone and said that he hoped that you would restore the Zhou ceremony with him.
Are you listening or not?
Listen?
Then Confucius will reason with you.
Not listening?
Then Confucius can only talk to you about physics!
Clenching his fist that was filled with power and holding the sword hilt with his right hand, Ying Yuren muttered.
"As expected, even the most outstanding ideas need the support of a powerful spear to be realized.”
"How could Confucius, who could create the Confucian school, be just a fat and amiable old man like in the painting?”
"The misunderstandings that the later generations have of the Confucian school are truly too great.”
"But it doesn't matter, I'm here!”
"I may not be able to pass on Confucius 'teachings.”
"However, I will definitely carry forward Confucius 'physics!”
Ying Yuren's understanding of Confucius was shattered.
However, after reconstructing his fragmented knowledge, Ying Yuren opened the door to a new world.
This was the true Confucian school!
This was the scholarly faction that Ying Yuren wanted!
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