"Master's Martial Truth?"
The scholar trembled all over with anger, his face flushing red as he stepped forward and shouted, "What have you turned Master's Analects into? Master's learning is clearly the learning to teach people to be good, clearly the learning to teach people how to cultivate themselves, put their families in order, govern the state, and bring peace to the world—not the learning of fighting and killing!"
Chen Shi sat in the armchair of the Grand Tutor, looking surprised. "Master was born in the Spring and Autumn period, traveling the world with three thousand disciples, wandering among various states while the states submitted to him. You're saying he didn't rely on force? Could he possibly have relied on talk alone? When Master discussed martial arts, the three armies might lose their commander, but an ordinary man could not be deprived of his will. Among the three armies, taking the head of a commanding general was as easy as reaching into one's pocket. Since the three armies were all mere common men, there was no need to humiliate them; it was better to simply beat them to death. Look, isn't this the Martial Truth?"
The scholar laughed in extreme anger, stammering, "You desecrate the learning of the saints..."
Chen Shi grew somewhat angry as well, saying, "When Master spoke of benevolence and righteousness, taking the words literally, benevolence means splitting the opponent in two. Righteousness means hammering the opponent's head into their stomach. You act as a lackey for Young Master of Yudu and desecrate the learning of the saints. Today, I shall mete out benevolence and righteousness to you!"
The scholar still wanted to argue when the woman in the hehuan skirt said indifferently, "Brother Pei, don't waste your breath on him. Chen Shi, you stole Young Master's