Chapter 449: The power of ideological leadership
"So fast!"
Faced with the sudden huge fist, Klein was shocked.
How could this man be so fast?
Thousands of miles of sea could not stop him, and all the huge waves were smashed into pieces!
Just stepping on the sea and running like this?
You know, before Lu Bu faced the obstacles of the waves, he had difficulty walking. It was not until the red rabbit horse who trudged across mountains and rivers as if walking on flat ground arrived that he could brave the huge waves and reach Klein.
But this guy... actually ran over here with bare feet?
What kind of scholar is this?
In fact, Zilu was indeed a scholar.
However, before he became a disciple of Confucius, he was a big bastard who yearned for force and was brave and martial.
Amazing combat power!
In particular, in that chaotic era, he was able to protect Confucius while traveling around the world safely. This was not something that an ordinary bastard could do. Not even a general dared to say that he could protect a person traveling around the world.
The violent tiger Feng He!
Beating a tiger with bare hands and crossing a river with bare feet.
This is Confucius's evaluation of him. Although it has a somewhat derogatory meaning, it can also express Zilu's combat prowess!
For a moment, facing Zi Lu coming on the waves, Klein was completely unprepared. He could only lift the trident and hold it in front of him!
"boom!"
"Teacher's teachings must never be broken!"
"Today, I will tell you some truth!"
"boom!"
They say they are reasonable, but the truth is fists!
Zilu's aura surged, his muscles suddenly towered, and his wide sleeves exploded.
The thick arms were like two giant hammers, squeezing the air and smashing onto the trident!
For a moment, Klein's figure was punched through layers of waves and retreated a hundred meters, but the trident remained as smooth as ever!
Looking at the scholar, Klein rubbed his shoulders and smiled: "It seems that your strength is not enough to hurt me!"
"This god is really powerful." Zilu frowned slightly.
Suddenly, he remembered something.
A teacher taught him something.
"If there is any trouble, don't forget how I educated you."
How did the teacher educate himself in the first place...
Zilu remembered the first time he met his teacher.
When I was young, relying on my strength, I looked down upon the eloquent middle-aged man who sat in a high position and gave lectures. He slapped the table, objected and cursed loudly.
The students below were excited, but the middle-aged man didn't take it to heart. Instead, he smiled and invited him into the courtyard to talk.
"Disciples, please don't be angry. As the saying goes, there is no distinction between teachings."
"Isn't it right to have a friend come from afar?"
A very kind smile.
I agreed with a sneer, thinking that I would teach this middle-aged man who only knows how to tell lies a lesson.
But when the middle-aged man stood up from his seat, Zilu realized that the middle-aged man was actually a head taller than him.
The middle-aged man came to the yard, closed the door, and still spoke affectionately to Zilu, talking rationally.
It is said that once you come, you will be at ease. If you hear the truth in the morning, you can die in the evening.
Zi Lu was expressionless and punched him!
His fist stopped in the air, and a thicker arm caught the fist forcefully, like an iron pincer!
Zilu looked up in surprise.
"If you don't listen when I'm being reasoned with, then I have to change my approach."
“Practice is close to benevolence!”
"I use violence to be benevolent and righteous!"
In Zilu's stunned eyes, the Confucian shirt exploded, revealing his muscular body!
The muscles of the back stretched out, as if they were blocking the sun, and the broad back cast a shadow, completely covering Zilu!
On that muscular back, there was a faint word "Confucian"!
At that moment, Zilu seemed to see a peerless beast standing in front of him!
But that beast still has its own thoughts to restrain its own strength, and uses benevolence and righteousness to control its own strength!
"Those like the violent tiger Feng He have nothing but brute force!"
The scholar shouted loudly, grabbed Zilu's neck with one hand, strangled him from the back, and strangled Zilu's neck with his thick arms!
Zilu's veins suddenly popped out. At this moment, all his strength seemed to be a joke! !
"Thinking without learning is dangerous, learning without thinking is useless!" The master whispered in his ear while naked, "Learn my thoughts, but if you don't learn my martial arts, you will be beaten to death."
"Learn my martial arts. If you don't learn my thoughts, you will be confused!"
"Now, can you listen to my reasoning?"
That voice fell into the ears of Zilu, who was unconscious, and it was like the words of God!
"I am willing to learn your thoughts and listen to the teacher's reasoning..." Zilu, who was almost dying, said in a voice as soft as a mosquito.
When the two walked out of the courtyard, all the students saw Zilu's respectful attitude and the teacher's charitable smile.
The teacher conquered him with reason.
The middle-aged man even made him know what benevolence and righteousness meant.
In front of many students, the teacher did not mention what happened in the courtyard. He only said that the two had a friendly exchange in the courtyard. Although Zilu had a bad temper, he was very eager to learn and was willing to kneel down to become his teacher.
For a moment, Zilu remembered the teacher's original teaching.
Facing the god who resisted his blow, Zilu smiled.
"The teacher is right. I am really just a violent person with a bad temper and only brute strength."
"But fortunately, I have the guidance of the teacher."
When he mentioned the word "teacher", his face was filled with awe and admiration. That was the man who showed him true power and led him on the path!
That's a man who lets him know how valuable his thoughts are!
That was the man who taught him his thoughts!
A man that he would serve even if he died, an idea that he would support!
"I don't just have power." Zilu looked at the god and his smile gradually grew grim: "As a scholar, I also have the...ideas taught to me by my teacher!"
"The human mind!"
"And thoughts can guide power!"
"Just like the teacher leads me on the way forward!"
Just a moment.
"boom!!"
Zilu's whole body momentum surged again, his Confucian shirt shattered into pieces, and his terrifying muscles were like wild beasts!
The back is spread out, covering the sky and the sun!
The ferocious muscles slowly condensed into the word "virtue" behind him!
Virtue!
A more ferocious and more developed back than Mo Zhizhi's "Ren" back!
Even the well-developed muscles on the two thick shoulders form the word "ren"!
This is a symbol of strength, and also a symbol of thoughts reaching a certain level and leading the power to control power!
Seventy-two wise men, Zilu, benevolence on their shoulders and virtue on their backs!
"boom!"
The rolling Wen Qi rushed into the body, and the muscles became harder and harder, even taking on a bronze-like texture.
"Now, I have to use another way to reason with you. Let you see the power of thought that scholars like us have!"
"The teacher said that there is no discrimination without distinction!"
"When I educate you, it doesn't matter what type you are! Even if you are a god!"
"boom!"
Zilu rubbed his huge fists and said softly, and then rushed towards Klein like a beast.
"The Master said, once it comes, let's make peace with it!"
"Now that you're here, rest here!"
"The Master said, a gentleman has no power!"
"A true warrior does not need to use weapons!"
That was the thought passed on to him by his teacher!
"This guy!"
At this moment, Klein's face was horrified.
He could feel that the man in front of him was like a ferocious beast.
But he is a thoughtful beast!
The terrifying power was guided by a breath at this moment, and it was actually amplified several times!
The power of thoughts!
The power of readers!
