(Why is it that no matter where I go, I have to be treated with hostility?)
(I also have one head and two hands, no different from you guys. If my heart is pierced, I will die as well.)
(Could it be because I was born in a barbarian province in the north and am an inferior person who herds cows and plants?)
Helian Beifang's blade danced even faster.
He was angry and frustrated not only because of the attitude of these students, but also because his heart was wavering.
Life in Jiangnan was really good.
Rearing silkworms and farming, living a comfortable life.
Although the rent from the landlords was a little expensive, people wouldn't starve to death. It was unlike the northern plains where a frost might freeze all the cows and sheep to death. If that happened, the whole family would starve to death.
Other than the harsh environment, they also had to face the plunder of other tribes. Bandits were as numerous as the hairs on a cow. Merchants who bartered with you earlier might just cover their faces and become bandits.
The skin of the girls from the Central Plains was fair and smooth, unlike those barbarian girls who were exposed to the sun and wind until their skin was like old tree bark. There was no interest in them at all.
Honestly speaking, if it wasn't for the fact that he had no money, Helian Beifang really wouldn't be able to hold it in and enter the House of Red Sleeves to pass the time.
(Why should I be envious of such a life?)
"Heavenly god, please forgive this unfilial descendant of yours."
Helian Beifang prayed and attacked even more ferociously. It was because only combat and pain could make him forget these worries.
"Damn!"
Qu Bo felt depressed. (This guy looks like a horse rearing man who lives in the plains. But why are you so good at fighting?)
(My combat strength is at most 6,000, but his is at least 10,000.)
(No, I mustn't continue or I will be beaten to a pulp.)
Qu Bo looked at Helian Beifang's strong muscles and knew that this guy's endurance was definitely not bad. If he fought a battle of attrition, he would definitely be finished. Hence, he could only take the risk.
"Since his blade arts aren't good, I'll use my exquisite sword moves to win!"
Qu Bo intentionally staggered and showed a flaw. After luring his opponent to take the bait, he unleashed his ultimate move.
Celestial Maiden Flying Flowers.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The longsword in Qu Bo's hand was like a peacock spreading its tail, instantly releasing 13 sword shadows that enveloped Helian Beifang.
Generally speaking, most people would temporarily avoid such an attack, so Qu Bo had already thought of a follow-up move. However, he found that the barbarian youth waved his scimitar and directly rushed over.
Meow meow meow?
Is this guy crazy?
Or an idiot?
The blade of the sword sliced through Helian Beifang's clothes and flesh, causing fresh blood to spurt out. However, he remained unmoved and attacked with determination.
Qu Bo's battle strategy was completely messed up. He had no solution and could only retreat again. After that, he fell into Helian Beifang's tide-like attacks.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The sword and saber collided. Suddenly, Qu Bo let out a miserable shriek as his sword flew out of his hand. His face was pale as he retreated.
"Die!"
Helian Beifang took large strides and chased after Qu Bo. With a leap, he was like a goshawk swooping down on a rabbit. His curved blade glowed with silver light as he slashed furiously at Qu Bo.
Bang!
Qu Bo lost his head out of fear. He missed a step and fell off the stage. He was in a sorry state.
"You lost!"
Helian Beifang stood on the arena and pointed his curved blade at Qu Bo, announcing his victory. After that, he looked at the surroundings and roared, "I've won!"
Shh!
Sounds of booing rang out and cursing rang out.
The students erupted. Helian Beifang's roar was clearly provoking them.
"Hmph!"
Helian Beifang lifted his chin proudly. (So what if you have 14 consecutive victories? Didn't you still lose to me?)
"How is it?"
Jin Mujie asked.
"Too reckless!"
Sun Mo shook his head. This was because Qu Bo wasn't strong enough. If it was Jiang Leng, Helian Beifang's headstrong charge would be no different from courting death.
"However, his aptitude is really good."
Even if Sun Mo didn't use Divine Sight, he could tell that this barbarian youth was the second strongest among the students he had met so far.
The strongest was naturally Xuanyuan Po.
Honestly speaking, that fellow was like a wild beast and felt that he no longer belonged to the human category.
"It's a pity that he's a youth from a different race."
Gu Xiuxun sighed. It wasn't that she looked down on Helian Beifang, but this was the reality. With his identity, if he wanted to achieve success, he had to put in more effort compared to people from the Central Plains.
It was like some foreign students. They had to achieve many times better results compared to white people before they could gain their recognition and respect.
If it was the other youths, they'd probably cower when facing such hostility and quickly get off the stage. However, Helian Beifang didn't do so. On the contrary, he brandished his curved blade and started hooting.
"Not convinced? Come and fight me! "
His voice reverberated through the air.
A commotion instantly broke out in the battle hall. Some of the higher-year students had angry looks on their faces and wanted to go up the stage to teach this barbarian youth a lesson.
(How can a barbarian like you be allowed to behave atrociously in our central plains?)
"Let me do it!"
"Leave this battle to me!"
"Beat him to death!"
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
A total of six guys and a hot-tempered girl jumped onto the stage.
Qu Bo's expression turned gloomy.
It was over. His 14 consecutive victories were ended and he became someone else's stepping stone. How was he going to acknowledge Helian Beifang as his master?
Qu Bo wanted face, so he would definitely not ask to acknowledge Helian Beifang as his master. Hence, he could only vent his anger on Helian Beifang.
Seeing that the battle was about to start, Jin Mujie spoke up.
"Enough!"
Jin Mujie's tone was solemn. "You guys are all youngsters. What kind of hatred is there for you guys to treat a young man from a different race like this?"
"Moreover, since you guys claim to be from the Central Plains, then bring out the magnanimity of those from the Central Plains. Is this how you guys treat your guests?"
As a great teacher, Jin Mujie hated war.
Could barbarians be hated?
Some of them were indeed hateful because they didn't do production and plundered everywhere. They would often head south to plunder, causing the people at the borders to live in misery. However, this wasn't a reason for everyone to view this young man with enmity.
What could a young man understand?
If everyone viewed him with enmity, then this hatred would be engraved in his bones, leaving behind a seed of hatred.
What Jin Mujie believed in was that if friends came, there would be good wine. If enemies came, there would be steel blades. However, she had no way to explain the issue of race clearly. After all, these students' worldviews weren't mature yet.
The surroundings of the stage fell silent.
"If you are unhappy, go up the stage and let your fists do the talking."
Gu Xiuxun also spoke up.
She always felt that racial discrimination was a manifestation of a person's inferiority complex. If you were strong enough, you'd have a strong sense of superiority in your heart.
It was like when you faced a beggar, would you discriminate against him?
The vast majority of people would feel that it was beneath them to do so because in their hearts, they wouldn't feel that both sides were on the same level. Discriminating against a beggar would simply lower their own standards.
"Alright, the battle will end here!"
Sun Mo stopped everyone.
The atmosphere of the battle had changed. If they continued, there was no longer any meaning.
The students in the arena cursed as they walked down the stage.
Helian Beifang hesitated a little but still walked toward Sun Mo.
He wanted to acknowledge Sun Mo as his teacher.
In the plains, there were very few great teachers because everyone had to do their best just to eat. How would they have the spare energy to study?
In the northern barbarian province, there was a Dragon Subduing Academy that was one of the Nine Greats. However, the tuition fee was too expensive and required many cows and sheep. Helian Beifang couldn't bear to part with it.
The most important thing was that the headmaster of this school was also the Great Chanyu who ruled over the various tribes in the north. Although one could enter the sights of the Great Chanyu if they could excel here, they'd be able to achieve meteoric success.
However, this wasn't what Helian Beifang was pursuing.
He wanted to come to the south and seek a new path.
It was said that there were many wise people in the Central Plains. However, after Helian Beifang came here, he discovered that those top-notch great teachers, let alone a barbarian like him, couldn't even meet some high-ranking officials.
Right now, he had roamed the Central Plains for over a year and suffered a lot. He was already tired.
That day, when he saw Sun Mo fighting against half of the Myriad Daos Path's great teacher circle alone, Helian Beifang's eyes brightened. He recalled the words his mother had taught him.
There would always be some people who would rise up like comets, illuminating the direction for their clansmen. If you couldn't become such a person, then follow him, learn from him, and imitate him.
After that, surpass him.
"Sun Mo might be that comet, right?"
Helian Beifang mumbled. His traveling expenses had been exhausted, and the various hostile gazes had also exhausted his patience. He had decided to return home.
Now that he saw Sun Mo, it was like a ray of light in a cold night, giving Helian Beifang a new choice.
At the thought of this, Helian Beifang no longer hesitated. After he jumped off the stage, he quickened his footsteps and walked toward Sun Mo.
"It can't be that he wants to acknowledge Sun Mo as his teacher, right?"
The gazes of the students all turned over. After that, they saw that barbarian young man kneeling down.
"Teacher Sun, I wish to acknowledge you as my master!"
Helian Beifang wasn't good with words and didn't know how to say nice things. After expressing his intentions with a single sentence, he kowtowed nine times, using his forehead to touch the ground as he waited for Sun Mo's decision.
"F * * *, is Teacher Sun someone someone like you is qualified to acknowledge?"
"Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? Even I wouldn't dare to say this."
"It can't be that he thinks that he is qualified just because he defeated Qu Bo, right?"
The majority of the students fell silent, but there were still a few students who used all sorts of vulgarities to mock Helian Beifang.
It was because they all wanted to acknowledge Sun Mo as their master, but their aptitude was too bad. Sun Mo would definitely not accept them. Now that they saw Helian Beifang doing this, they felt jealous, panicked, and uneasy.
What if Teacher Sun really accepted him?
Then he would be depressed to death.
Upon hearing the discussions in the surroundings, Helian Beifang pursed his lips. A feeling of grief and indignation rose in his chest.
"What's your name?"
Sun Mo formally asked for the young man's name.
"Helian Beifang."
Upon hearing this name, Jin Mujie frowned slightly. Putting aside the surname 'Helian' for now, for his father to have such an imposing name like Beifang, it meant that his father had great ambitions.
Of course, she might be thinking too much.
"What do you want to learn from me?"
Sun Mo asked again.
"I want to follow by your side and see how you gradually become stronger!"
Helian Beifang spoke bluntly and felt disdain to lie. He said that he wanted to listen to Sun Mo's teachings to make Sun Mo happy.
However, some students didn't believe him.
"Bullshit, you clearly want to learn Teacher Sun's peerless-grade saint-tier cultivation art!"
"That's right. In the entire Jinling, who doesn't know that Teacher Sun is the most generous?"
"Stop dreaming, Teacher Sun won't accept you."
The students made a ruckus, judging others by their own standards. Wasn't everyone following Sun Mo because they wanted to learn his divine-tier cultivation art?
"Silence!"
Sun Mo berated. After that, he surveyed Helian Beifang. Because he didn't have Divine Sight, he didn't know what Helian Beifang was truly thinking.
However, this reply was very much in line with his aesthetics.
Was the so-called strength due to the strength of the cultivation art?
No, it was the strength of the method!
Sun Mo was someone who paid particular attention to methodology. As long as the method was correct, he would definitely be able to reach Rome.
"Now that these people are doubting you, what do you plan to do?"
This was another torturous question.
"If it was when I first headed south, I'd definitely fight. If one fight isn't enough, I'd fight two. But now, I want to know what teacher would do?"
Helian Beifang spoke the truth without any hesitation.
"Have you thought of obtaining their acknowledgment?"
Sun Mo asked.
Helian Beifang started and then shook his head.
At the sight of this scene, many students immediately scolded, "As expected of a barbarian."
The Central Plains was the birthplace of civilization and had a history of several tens of thousands of years. Even the tribal leaders in the north wanted to learn from the Central Plains for elegance and nobility.
Brewing tea, appreciating music, wearing silk and silk satin, learning poetry and singing, flaunting the elegance...
But this young man before them actually didn't care?
(Who do you think you are?)
"I'm very satisfied with your reply, but I can't accept you as my personal student immediately. After all, our understanding is still too little."
Sun Mo looked at Helian Beifang. "How about three months as the deadline? At that time, if you have no objections and I don't have any other thoughts, I'll officially accept you as my disciple. What do you think? "
One had to be picky when buying vegetables, let alone taking in a disciple.
"Teacher, do you also look down on my barbarian identity?"
Helian Beifang asked.
"Do you feel inferior?"
Sun Mo counter-asked.
"..."
Helian Beifang fell silent, but the answer was obvious. He was proud of his background, but he was also envious of the vast territory and rich resources of the Central Plains.
Honestly speaking, other than fighting and killing, herding cows and sheep, those tribes in the north didn't have any culture at all.
After all, who wouldn't yearn for good things?
"I won't tell you the answer to this question. You have to see it yourself and comprehend it!"
Sun Mo had once considered such a question. Not only some students in his class, but many adults also felt that the moon in foreign countries was round.
This foreign country could be the powerful America, or it could be Japan or South Korea. This was a strategic goal that they had achieved by exporting their culture.
With the advancement of globalization, it was almost impossible for a world war to happen. However, in many fields such as economics and culture, there were wars that didn't involve gunpowder.
By conquering a race, was it to occupy their land and plunder their wealth and children?
No!
It was to make them feel that they were part of your country. In order to protect your interests, they would be willing to fight against their own comrades.
"Alright, this question is too difficult. You just have to remember that you are living for yourself now. Only when you are strong to a certain extent will you be qualified to live for others."
Sun Mo guided, "Right now, you have to work hard and not become a burden to others."
Although the system had issued a mission for Sun Mo to recruit two personal students during the student recruitment meet, Sun Mo definitely wouldn't treat this matter lightly just to complete the mission.
As a great teacher, he should be responsible for his students!
This was Sun Mo's bottom line.
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