Chapter 3, Is it not also a form of aging martial arts?

What a wild man, beating scholars and even desecrating the saints, a great sin

Damn it, I was born and raised in the State of Qin, and I have indeed practiced some Taekwondo in my previous life. Hitting you is like hitting a dog

Chu Dong was kicked off the bed by Bai Dong. His first reaction was not to retaliate, but to adjust his cap and belt. A gentleman is well-versed in the six arts, and in this era, every scholar has practiced martial arts. However, how can a scholar stoop to the level of a commoner? A gentleman fights against his enemies only when he has a just cause.

The situation does not seem as serious as imagined, but it has already infuriated Bai Dong. "Bastard, you dare to touch my sister!" He lunged forward with a punch, and before Chu Tong could regain his senses, he turned to his side and delivered a whip kick to his face. Chu Mangliu let out a miserable scream and rolled off the bed

The thought of being intoxicated just flashed through my mind, and the world immediately became blurred. The distant mountains twisted like monsters, extending their claws; was it not that old hen named Huahua standing on the mountaintop? Clearly, it had no head, yet why did it feel as if it were looking at me?

The Qin people have long been known for their customs on the western frontier. When a distinguished guest arrives at their home, it is common for them to have their daughters or even wives accompany the guest to bed, which is not much different from the practices of the Western Rong tribes. Is Mother considering marrying off Caocao to the Chu Dong? Knowing that she has always favored Caocao, she must have gotten herself drunk to secure a favorable match for her.

The gaze swept past Huahua, catching sight of the bustling metropolis, filled with numerous men in red and women in green. Is there traffic congestion on the road again? Perhaps it is better to get out and walk. A qualified legal professional should not keep judges and parties waiting with books.

Glancing at the smooth, white skin around the girl's neck, Chu Dong swallowed hard, unwilling to let go so easily. He was a scholar, and this boy before him was merely a country bumpkin; moreover, this girl had been sent in by her mother, which, according to the customs of Qin, meant she was already his. In terms of both sentiment and law, she belonged to Chu Dong, so why should he leave? A scholar may be killed but cannot be humiliated; we are people of integrity!

Suddenly jolted awake, Bai Dong quickly opened his eyes, the effects of the alcohol completely dissipated.

Heartbroken, pained, and angry! Looking at Dong's innocent and righteous expression, it seems he is even more aggrieved than the enthusiastic young people of the 21st century who help elderly grandmothers.

Self-recommendation for a position

Chu Dong was completely stunned, taking a long time to regain his composure. He covered his groin and slowly stood up, initially intending to seek revenge, but was intimidated by Bai Dong's piercing gaze. After hesitating for a moment, he feigned confidence and presented himself as a scholar who had traveled for studies.

In the face of such a fool, a straightforward and brutal approach is the best solution. A cultured gentleman? Bai Dong wanted to spit in this guy's face. Without any hesitation, he delivered a swift kick to the groin. Chu Dong doubled over in excruciating pain, looking at Bai Dong in disbelief. He had heard that the Qin people were brave, valiant warriors, each a hot-blooded man, so why was this one so despicable? Unfortunately, there was no time for questions. Bai Dong would never give him a chance to retaliate. Following the kick to the groin, he followed up with a hammer strike to the eyes, then unleashed a flurry of chaotic kicks. Not to mention Chu Dong, a mere scholar; even a battle-hardened warrior would have to fall to the ground in that moment.

Bai Dong suddenly felt a headache

With narrowed eyes, the grass smiled like a little fox: "Brother said that whoever dares to bully the grass, you will beat him to death. They were just trying it out..."

Bai Dong was taken aback, recalling how his mother had once gotten him drunk, and he suddenly thought of the customs of this era. In this time, scholars were highly valued, and the gentry were considered nobility. Those born in the countryside had little chance; if they lacked 'opportunity' in this lifetime, they would likely end up marrying an ordinary farmer far away. Moreover, with the frequent wars in the Qin state, the gender ratio was severely imbalanced, and it was possible that they might have to marry an old bachelor or a widower.

"Brother, hit him hard, just like Sinbad struck the island monster, roar!" As soon as the words left her mouth, Cao'er felt something was amiss, sticking out her tongue and swallowing the latter half of her sentence. Mother had said that the stories told by brother were secrets; how could she forget that in a moment of excitement

This little fox, at only fourteen years old, has already reached this point; what will happen when it grows up?

Standing up, Chu Dong indignantly said: "Little brother, it was your sister who offered herself as a pillow companion, yet she suddenly changed her mind without reason. What wrong have I committed?" This is first to seize the moral high ground, and then to crush Bai Dong, embodying the absolute demeanor of a scholar

The scholars of the pre-Qin era were the true noble class. Is it to say that they could be easily provoked? Even scholars from other countries would not be exempt. If the authorities were to find out, Bai Dong would face significant trouble, and exile would be inevitable.

Mother did not blame Bai Dong, she only shed tears. Cao'er turned her big eyes and nestled in her mother's arms, softly acting cute: "Mother, Cao'er does not like this person. It was my brother who saved me, please do not blame him, okay?" Mother did not respond, she just held her, crying and shaking her head.

Fortunately, Bai Dong felt a wave of relief. His mother probably didn't want to say too much to Cao Er, and the Chu family was too impatient. If it had been an ordinary farmer's daughter, this 'opportunity' would have likely succeeded. Fortunately, Cao Er had heard his story; unlike many girls of this era who were naive and unaware of such matters, she understood them well.

The cries for help came from Cao Er's room, particularly piercing in the night. What infuriated Bai Dong the most was the intermingling of Chu Tong's voice: "The young lady offered herself as a pillow companion, why is it like this?" His voice was still so beautiful, is this what they call refined speech? Scholar? Damn you!

Since the entire sequence of events is now clear, by the standards of this era, Chu Dong actually did nothing wrong. There is no need to continue the fight; however, Bai Dong does not intend to be polite and is prepared to let him leave.

Mother, do not worry. A mere scholar, if beaten, will simply be beaten. He will not report it to the authorities. If this matter were to come to light, it would be he who would be most embarrassed.

You... you dare to assault a scholar! This is a serious crime!

The grass is no longer crying, for her brother is here and she fears nothing: "Brother, it was Mother who said that the grass should accompany the guests, but... but he... In your stories, you said that girls should not let men do that..."

The scholars of the pre-Qin period were the true aristocrats, incomparable to the ruffians, scions, and bullies. For them, face was far more important than life itself. Bai Dong even dared to wager that if anyone were to inquire about tonight's events, the one to silence the mouth would certainly not be himself, but rather the blind ruffian from Chu. Had it not been for his mother sending the girl into the room, this fellow would have maintained his gentlemanly demeanor until the end; moreover, Yishi Village was hidden deep within the mountains, and Chu Dong had stumbled in by accident. It would be quite difficult for him to find the way back into the village again, so Bai Dong was not concerned about any retaliation from Chu Dong.

Little man, wild husband

Bai Dong smiled faintly; in this era, scholars place great importance on face. For them, engaging in romantic escapades is not shameful; what is truly disgraceful is to fail in such pursuits and be dealt with by a rural commoner. As long as Chu Dong is not a fool, he will not disclose this matter, and he has certainly accepted this silent loss.

Chu Dong revered benevolence and esteemed ritual music, and naturally held Confucius in high regard. Upon hearing the words, he was immediately filled with rage; however, upon seeing Bai Dong's fierce gaze and feeling the sharp pain emanating from his groin, he concluded that a gentleman should not stoop to the level of a petty person. It was only rational to quickly distance himself from the precarious situation. He left behind a harsh remark and turned to flee, brushing past Bai Mu, who had hurried over in response to the commotion.

"Ping An Lang, you have made a mistake. You struck a scholar, and you will be subjected to hard labor, or even face execution..."

How can this be reasonable? This woman has entered my room, which means she belongs to this scholar. Even if it escalates to the authorities, it is still the reasoning of Chu.

Brother, save me, please save me! A long black shadow is creeping over from behind the grass, wherever it goes, the judge, the parties involved, the opposing lawyer...! These familiar yet strange images shattered like glass in a hurricane, and the appearance of the black shadow gradually became clear; it was Chu Tong, that boastful drifter!

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The clothes were not removed, and after getting drunk, it was difficult for both the mother and Caocao to take action. This allowed Bai Dong to rush to Caocao's small room at the first opportunity. He kicked the door open and saw Chu Tang sitting on the bed with a look of astonishment, while Caocao was lying on the side, crying loudly and shouting for help. Bai Dong could clearly see that Caocao's waist belt had been torn away by someone.

The child is the best at coaxing their mother, using all sorts of charming and playful tactics to get her to return to the room. With wide, sparkling eyes, they suddenly burrow into his embrace, saying, "Brother, you are the best."

"Is it not a joy to have friends come from afar?" You have heard of Confucius, right? This is a saying of his, and I am merely acting according to the teachings of the sage; what crime is there in that? Among Confucius's seventy-two disciples, there was one named Zigong, a wealthy man who initiated a movement to deify the sage over a hundred years ago. Now, the name of Confucius as a sage is firmly established, and Bai Dong is not entirely wrong.

Just a moment ago, the grass, still in fear, desperately clapped its hands. Clapping was taught by Bai Dong, and it is said to be the best way to show support. The older brother is so impressive, making one feel a great sense of security

"What more is there to say?" Bai Dong gave her little perky bottom a hard slap and said, "Just a moment ago you were in tears, and now you’re smiling like a flower? To be honest, were you doing this on purpose?"

Is it grass? But why does her smile freeze on her small face, and instantly turn pale white, filled with terror?

The opposing party's witness has appeared; why does she look so familiar? With a pair of snow-white little feet bare, she holds two shimmering golden carp in her hands, smiling sweetly at me: "Brother, I want to hear a story. My little feet don't smell, you know..."