The little boy touched his face, and there was a numb feeling on his face. It doesn't hurt or not, it's just a matter of face.

Yes! I am a dignified son, and I was beaten on my own turf, and I lost face.

Zhuang Zhou's slap didn't use much force. He knew how strong he was in his hands, and if he tried his best, the little boy's face would be swollen and the corners of his mouth would bleed.

Behind the little boy were two little boys about his age. The two little boys were a little frightened when they saw that their companions had been beaten.

Behind the two little boys, seven or eight soldiers in armor followed. They were a little distance away from the three little boys. It may be that the little boy said hello and didn't let them get closer.

But! When seven or eight soldiers in armor saw that their master had been beaten, they naturally trotted forward.

"What are you doing? What? What? ”

These soldiers were pretending to be tigers, shouting all the way, and they were violent.

Zhuang Zhou was not afraid at all, his eyes looked back and forth on these eight soldiers, and his face was innocent. As if to say, what are you yelling about? Is it unreasonable?

"He hit me!" The little boy and the wicked man sued.

The other two little boys also nodded on the side, proving that Zhuang Zhou had beaten someone.

"Come down! Why are you beating people? ”

One of the tall soldiers stepped forward and grabbed Zhuang Zhou.

Zhuang Zhou is still sitting on the back of the muntjac. Saw! He leaned to one side, dodging a grab. He took advantage of the situation and grabbed the opponent's armor and pulled it.

The soldier never thought that not only did he not pull Zhuang Zhou off the "horse", but he was pulled down. He stood unsteadily, and fell on the body of the muntjac. The muntjac could not bear the weight of the two people, and instinctively moved his steps to the side.

"Hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey! Two more? Get down! ”

After the soldier stood firm, he grabbed Zhuang Zhou again, insisting on pulling Zhuang Zhou off his horse.

"What are you doing? Are you bullying? ”

Zhuang Zhou said as he slammed his fist into the soldier's face.

Unreasonable people should be beaten, no matter who you are.

When he was in the great forum of the hundred schools of thought, he still accepted the ideas of Taoism. For unreasonable people, if you can't tolerate it, don't put it up again. The more you let him, the more he gets an inch, and he bullies people to this extent, what reason do you have to tell him?

If you have no come, you are not a gentleman!

All say that the family does nothing, is negative, avoids, etc., but in fact, it is a misunderstanding and half-understanding of Taoism. If others are unreasonable and don't give you the opportunity to be reasonable, you will not have to endure it, and you will be beaten if you are passive.

"Ouch!"

Zhuang Zhou's punch hit the bridge of the man's nose.

As soon as the man's nose was hot, his nose was crooked, and the nosebleed came out on the spot.

"You bully people because of the crowd, don't you? Prove it to me! They beat children and bully children! Zhuang Zhou didn't dare to hold it up anymore, and while shouting for help, he jumped off the back of the muntjac and prepared to fight.

Zhuang Zhou in this period was still half Mo and half Taoist. He has accepted Mohist ideas since he was a child, and recently! He embraced Taoism again.

But? At this time, he still had little understanding of Taoist thought.

For true Taoists, when encountering this situation, it is generally better to put up with it first. When it's time to endure it anymore, it's never too late to make a move. But? You don't have to do it now.

Cleaning up others is to clean up, and we must also see the timing.

Heroes don't suffer immediate losses, and Taoism also talks about it.

For real Taoists, when encountering this kind of thing, they first try to tolerate it as much as possible, and when they can't bear it anymore, they are very vicious and in place. Anyone who participates in bullying will be "wiped out."

Why are you bullying people for no reason? This is what happens to bullying people for no reason! Die!

But Zhuang Zhou is a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, and he did not take into account the disparity in strength between the two sides at all. The other party is eleven people! Three little boys about their own age, plus! There were also eight soldiers in armor. Are you kidding? The disparity in strength is too great!

But Zhuang Zhou heard from Taoists that the more danger one encounters, the greater the danger factor, and the more he can bring out the best potential of a person. According to the Taoist Dharma Protectors, people are often able to burst out with a magical power at this time. So! He had a fever in the head, and he fought back.

Seeing his companions being beaten, and! I was still beaten by a little kid and got a nosebleed. Where did the other seven soldiers endure this humiliation? Without saying a word, he directly surrounded him. One of them directly took Zhuang Zhou's prey muntjac aside. The other man went to help the wounded soldier. The other five people surrounded Zhuang Zhou.

"What are you doing? What? What? Isn't it bullying our Mo disciples? He is a disciple of the Mo family! ”

That's it! A tall Mo swordsman jumped into the encirclement, holding a sharp sword and protecting Zhuang Zhou.

Under the leadership of this righteous and courageous Mo family swordsman, several people who claimed to be disciples of the Mo family jumped in.

In this town, there are currently thousands of Mo family swordsmen, all of whom are waiting for the birds. Zhuang Zhou went hunting every day, and they all saw that Zhuang Zhou was a disciple of the Mo family and a little swordsman of the Mo family.

Only the disciples of the Mo family have the ability to survive in the wild. Disciples of the Mo family, everyone must have one or two survival skills. Zhuang Zhou dared to come out at a young age, and he would have so many survival skills, needless to say, he must be a disciple of the Mo family.

In this town, no one has recognized Zhuang Zhou for the time being. Zhuang Zhou is a child's family, and no one notices him. Who would have thought that Zhuang Zhou, who was only ten years old, would come out alone?

In addition, he went to the mountains every evening to put fastening and hooking fish, and in the morning he sold game in the market, and rarely interacted with people who lived in the inns of the town. So! It's natural not to be recognized.

The two sides were tense and confronted.

After a while, there were more and more Mo family swordsmen, and they obviously had an advantage in numbers.

Then! On the boy's side, a little boy sneaked out and went home to report the news. Another little boy, holding his partner, stood aside, a little scared. But! The little boy was very shrewd, and when he saw that something big was about to happen, he boldly said, "Be reasonable! Don't get your hands dirty! ”

"Reasonable?"

Zhuang Zhou saw that there were a lot of people on his side, and his confidence hardened even more.

"Why didn't you reason before? I said who's that? Bring my muntjac here! Bullying isn't it? You want to rob my muntjac, don't you? ”

Under Zhuang Zhou's drinking, the person holding the muntjac had to bring the muntjac back. At this time, he couldn't leave if he wanted to. There are people all around, three layers inside and three layers outside.

Don't say it! That's what he had in mind, thinking that by getting this muntjac back, everyone would be able to have a good meal. Outcome! He never thought that the little kid in front of him was so popular!

Originally! He is a disciple of the Mo family!

Oops! Their master is a disciple of the Mo family!

"You hit someone first! It's your fault! The little boy on the other side stood up and accused Zhuang Zhoudao.

"It was he who was unreasonable and pulled me off the horse."

"He pulled you off the horse and he didn't hit you? You're not right if you hit someone first! ”

Zhuang Zhou listened and almost laughed angrily.

Is this little boy quite talkative?

"He's pulling me under the muntjac, and I can't fight back?"

"He's pulling, not fighting!"

"Pull or hit?" Zhuang Zhou really can't talk about him. I had to quibble: "What if he pulled me down and fell to my death?" How is it not to fight? What does it mean to hit? ”

"Fight is fight! Pull it! You hit him and hurt him, it's called a beating! ”

Zhuang Zhou felt that it was quite tongue-twisting, and asked rhetorically: "Then what if he pulled me down and injured me?" He hurt me, so! Pull is hit! ”

"He didn't hurt you! We all saw it, you hurt him, you slapped him in the face! ”

The onlookers saw that the kid was talking one thing at a time, and they really obeyed him. Everyone stopped the confrontation and watched the two children bickering instead.