King against king! General against general!
Only when they couldn't win would they gang up on each other.
For example, Li Si was surrounded by a dozen or so people. Of course, these confucian disciples didn't go all out. At most, they pressed down on Li Si so that he couldn't move.
This was because, as the confucian school developed, it absorbed the ideas of the various schools of thought.
Many confucian disciples had read Li Si's works. Wasn't beating Li Si the same as beating up their own teacher?
Now that he was happy, after the fight was over.
Their reputation in the confucian school would be tarnished.
How could they still be called confucian disciples if they beat up their own teacher?
The ones who were truly fighting fiercely were those of similar seniority, such as Mencius' and Xunzi's disciples.
While Shang Yang was pressing down on Han Yu, a dozen confucian disciples pounced on him.
"Save Lord Shang! Save Han Feizi! " Shen Buhai, another grandmaster of the school of Legalism, led a dozen or so legalist disciples into the 'battlefield'.
"Meng Ke!"
"Xun Kuang!"
Mencius and Xun Zi unfortunately bumped into each other in front of the entrance to Hua Xia University.
"Bang!"
Xun Zi shot forward and charged at Mencius. On the screen, he saw two of his disciples being ganged up on by Mencius's disciples.
Lax teaching was the fault of a teacher!
A bunch of shameless people. They couldn't win against their own disciples in an argument, so they used numbers.
The battle between Mencius and Xun Zi seemed to have ignited all the contradictions in the confucian school.
Confucian disciples could be seen fighting everywhere in Beijing.
At the entertainment center for the elderly.
"Three eights and a pair. Does anyone want them?" Gui Guzi said expressionlessly as he threw out the cards in his hand.
Mo Zi frowned and said, "Three tens and a pair."
"No," Confucius said indifferently.
"Three jacks and a pair," Laozi said calmly.
The four headmasters of the Hundred Clans were obviously playing a game of Fight the Landlord.
This game, especially one that required intelligence, was very challenging for all four of them.
They had to calculate the opponent's cards at every moment. Even if they had a good hand, a mistake could lead to a loss.
Most importantly, there was a bet: water. Each time they lost, they had to drink a cup of water. If the landlord lost, they had to drink three cups of water.
"No!" Gui Guzi said softly.
"Mo Zi, can you do it? If you can't, then I'll do it!" Legalism Scholar Li Gui urged. It was just a deck of cards, yet it was still so slow.
"Why are you rushing me? Let me think about it." Mo Zi rubbed his stomach. He felt so full. Today, he was extremely unlucky. He had already lost five rounds in a row.
"No!" Mo Zi looked at the only bomb in his hand and said reluctantly.
Confucius also shook his head.
"You win!" Laozi put down the cards in his hand. It was actually a deck of cards. His tone was full of calmness. It was really not challenging at all.
Don't you know I'm thirsty? Why won't you let me drink a cup?
Hearing this, Mo Zi's body trembled slightly. He did not even dare to look at Confucius and Gui Guzi's eyes. He hurriedly shuffled the cards in his hands.
"Mo Zi, you should drink some wine first to quench your thirst." Lao Zi glanced at Mo Zi. He was the host of this game.
"Mo Zi, can you do it or not?" Li Kui urged. He had been waiting for more than an hour.
The people in the entertainment center for the elderly had all gone outside to communicate with the tourists from Wanjie Lou. There were only the five of them in the shop.
Mo Zi finally swallowed his saliva and stood up from his seat with difficulty. He really could not drink anymore.
Li Kui excitedly took over Mo Zi's seat.
However, at this moment, a disciple of the school of Legalism ran over in a hurry with his forehead covered in sweat. He looked at the excited Li Kui, then looked at Confucius and the others. "Teacher Li, King Shang is looking for you. It's urgent."
Before Li Kui could react, he was pushed down from his seat by Mo Zi. "Li Kui, hurry up and deal with the important matter. Don't worry, I'll help you play for a while. No matter who wins or loses, it's all yours."
Li Kui was speechless.
"What's the matter?" Li Kui and the disciple of the school of Legalism walked out.
However, before the disciple of the school of Legalism could explain, Li Kui already saw a big screen not far away. The disciples of the school of Legalism and the disciples of the school of Confucianism were fighting together.
Li Kui slightly narrowed his eyes. Even if all the disciples of the school of Legalism were called over, they would not be a match for the disciples of the school of Confucianism.
I still have to drag some people down with me! Li Kui thought to himself.
Taoism? Mohism? Buddhism? Li Kui kept thinking. He had to find a powerful sect.
"You take two disciples of the school of Legalism and find the monk in the alley. Beat him up. Then, ask him if he supports the theory of evil nature or good nature. No matter which one he supports, kick him a few times and leave.
"Also, remember to let the monk see the tokens on your bodies." Li Kui reminded him. The members of the school of Bai had specially customized a bronze token to identify themselves. There was a seal on it.
"Teacher Li, the monks of the Shaolin Temple are all very powerful," the disciple of the school of Legalism said carefully.
The monks of the Shaolin Temple had been practicing martial arts since they were young. They were much more powerful than any of the schools of Bai.
"Don't worry. That monk has drunk." A smile appeared on Li Kui's face. "Once he resists, you guys shout."
He had also found the Shaolin monk by accident, and the Shaolin monk seemed to have a very high status in the Shaolin Temple.
The disciple of the school of Legalism nodded.
In an alley not far from the entertainment center for the elderly, Monk Yuan Zhen from the world of the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber and Golden Fur Lion King's master, Mixed Origin Thunderclap Hand Cheng Kun, were sitting in an alley. They were drinking in big mouthfuls and were a little drunk to relieve the pressure in their hearts.
In the world of the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, Golden Fur Lion King had been chasing after him crazily. He had no choice but to hide in the Shaolin Temple at all times.
He wasn't a monk with a pure heart and few desires. It was normal for him to eat wine and drink meat. Taking advantage of the fact that the Shaolin Temple was paying for him, he finally had the chance to travel to the Myriad Worlds.
How could he not satisfy his cravings?
Bang! Bang! Bang! … …
"Isn't this Monk Yuan Zhen from the Shaolin Temple? He is actually drinking alone. Let me ask you, do you support the theory of evil nature or good nature?" A total of five disciples of the school of Legalism surrounded Monk Yuan Zhen and beat him up. One of the disciples of the school of Legalism recognized Monk Yuan Zhen.
However, they were very light with their attacks and only left some superficial wounds on Monk Yuan Zhen's body. They even waved the token of the school of Legalism on them.
Monk Yuan Zhen's heart was filled with killing intent. Although killing these five disciples of the school of Legalism would be as easy as flipping his hand, he didn't resist. Once he killed them, he would definitely die.
Monk Yuan Zhen didn't dare to kill them under the surveillance of the shop owner.
If he beat up these five disciples of the school of Legalism, they would shout loudly and attract even more people. If the Shaolin Temple found out that he had violated the rules, he would probably be expelled by the Shaolin Temple. Then, he would have to face the pursuit of the Golden Fur Lion King Xie Xun.
However, he wasn't a match for the Golden Fur Lion King Xie Xun at all. If he left the Shaolin Temple, it would be hard for him to escape death.
"I support the theory of good nature." Monk Yuan Zhen appeared to be cowering, but he was thinking of a solution in his heart.
This was someone from the school of Legalism telling him to let the Shaolin Temple join in the chaotic battle.
"Very good. Remember to spread the news. Let's go!" The five disciples of the school of Legalism walked in the direction of the Hua Xia Academy.
Monk Yuan Zhen looked at the five disciples of the school of Legalism with a gloomy expression. Coupled with the chaotic battle between the school of Legalism and the school of Confucianism on the screen, he already had a vague conclusion.
Someone from the school of Legalism wanted the Shaolin Temple to join in! Furthermore, it was probably a grandmaster of the school of Legalism.
These five disciples of the school of Legalism were nothing to worry about. However, he had to worry about the grandmaster of the school of Legalism. If a grandmaster of the school of Legalism said that he had drunk alcohol in front of the abbot of the Shaolin Temple, he would be finished.
Monk Yuan Zhen's gaze turned slightly cold. He knew that he had been used.
However, Monk Yuan Zhen didn't panic. He circulated his inner force and quickly evaporated the smell of alcohol on his body. When he felt that there wasn't any smell of alcohol left on him, he headed for the hotel where the Shaolin Temple resided.
When Monk Yuan Zhen entered the hotel, he discovered that there were a few young monks of the Shaolin Temple playing games in the hotel where the Shaolin Temple resided. He limped in.
Seeing that Monk Yuan Zhen seemed to be heavily injured, the young monks could not help but ask.
Soon, the young monks showed angry expressions after being duped by Monk Yuan Zhen.
In the Shaolin Temple, Monk Yuan Zhen was an esteemed monk. He was the disciple of one of the four divine monks, Divine Monk Kong Jian.
Monk Yuan Zhen led the young monks to Hua Xia University. Along the way, he duped several disciples of the Shaolin Temple to join him.
Meanwhile, at the recreation center for the elderly:
Li Kui stood outside for about ten minutes. Then, he noticed a few Confucian disciples searching the various shops not far away. They walked into the recreation center with worried expressions and sat down with miserable expressions.
"Li Kui, what happened?" Laozi asked curiously. Confucius and the others also showed puzzled expressions.
What trouble could the school of Legalism have encountered in this world?
"The school of Confucianism is having internal strife. Han Fei Zi and Li Si are supporting Xun Zi. In the end, it caused a chaotic battle between the school of Confucianism and the school of Legalism," Li Kui said with a worried expression. However, he felt calm in his heart.
"What happened?" When Confucius heard that, he immediately stood up and walked out. Why didn't anyone inform him?
The other Confucian disciples were also sweating profusely. Where did the Sect Master go?
The nine personal disciples that Confucius brought along searched all over Beijing. Confucius said that he was wandering alone. Why was he nowhere to be seen?
Did he not know that something big had happened to the Confucian faction?
Why couldn't he be found anywhere?
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