At noon, Sun Xiucheng and Zhai Jun came to the school's football field, which was the place where the event was held. Originally, Sun Xiucheng thought that there must be very few people who came to participate in such club activities, but the fact was beyond Sun Xiucheng's expectations, and there were many people who came, and Sun Xiucheng even thought of the idiom of crowds.

Standing in the crowd, listening to the noisy voices, Sun Xiucheng felt that his ears were almost wooden, and just when Sun Xiucheng's patience disappeared little by little, the activity kicked off.

The host under the light made Sun Xiucheng's eyes light up suddenly, and as the host's sweet voice sounded, everyone in the audience gradually quieted down.

As the host announced the start of the event, one show after another began to be staged. Seeing these handsome men and beauties dressed in ancient costumes, wielding all kinds of swords, and performing all kinds of martial arts routines, Sun Xiucheng couldn't help but feel a little proud.

For the ancient sword culture, Sun Xiucheng has always been more respected, although with the development of the times, the sword has long since faded out of the historical stage, reduced to become the decoration of the literati and ink, now, the sword culture has almost disappeared, but for the ancient stories about the sword, still makes Sun Xiucheng full of yearning.

When it comes to sword culture, Sun Xiucheng can't help but think of Jing Ke's sacrifice of "the wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone"; thought of Yu Rang's perseverance, affection and righteousness, and "the death of a confidant"; I thought of what Li Bai said moderately, "Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles." Something is done to brush the clothes and go, and hide deep with the name of "heroic and free; I thought of the righteousness and righteousness that Confucianism gave to the sword.

Just when Sun Xiucheng couldn't help but immerse himself in his thoughts, remembering the breadth and profundity of sword culture, suddenly, a piercing electric current woke Sun Xiucheng up. Looking up, Sun Xiucheng found that at some point, his roommate Wang Xiaotian was already standing on the stage, obviously performing a show just now.

It's just that Wang Xiaotian's program was interrupted, and several people holding Japanese katanas and wearing Japanese ronin costumes blocked Wang Xiaotian's face, and the host's microphone was snatched away by the person in the lead.

The few people wearing ronin costumes rudely blocked the others backstage, and on the entire stage, except for these few people wearing ronin costumes, only Wang Xiaotian stood alone on the stage, Wang Xiaotian at this moment looked a little helpless and embarrassed.

After tapping lightly to make sure that there was no problem with the microphone, the leader said loudly: "Good afternoon, everyone. To introduce myself, my Chinese name is Fei Zhu, but I prefer to be called by my Japanese name, Konoi Fool Saburo, and I am the president of our school's Japanese Language Association. I had to use brutal means today to sabotage the activities of the Wushu Association and seize the stage here, not because I had anything to do with the Wushu Association. Actually, I'd love to work with them and invite them to join our Japanese Language Association. The reason why I'm here is just that I can't stand the sword culture they advocate, I really can't bear it! ”

"Worship the foreign!"

"Stooge!"

"Scum!"

"Scum!"

"Traitor!"

"Traitor!"

"Get out of here......"

These guys dressed as ronins sabotaged the activities of the martial arts club, snatched the microphone of the beautiful host, blocked the actions of the members of the martial arts club, and flouted the ancient Chinese sword culture, which easily caused public outrage, and for a while, the crowd became excited.

"Are you stopping me because you are afraid of me, of what I am about to say?" The leader shouted loudly, glanced at everyone, and continued with a sympathetic look, "What a group of pathetic and stupid people, you live in lies and deception, you don't know what culture is, you are a bunch of poor creatures who dare not face reality, can only deceive themselves, if you admit that you are a bunch of brainless fools, no problem, I will leave with my people immediately." ”

This provocation of the little dog Stupid Saburo immediately made many hot-headed and angry people even more angry, and a person who was carried away by anger shouted loudly: "Lackey, if you can't say why you come today, don't think about walking out of here vertically, we will let you crawl out on your knees!" ”

This man's words immediately won the approval of many people, and they all echoed it. Seeing everyone's reaction, as he expected, a smile couldn't help but appear on the face of the little dog Stupid Saburo.

"In ancient China, there was no sword culture at all, and the so-called sword culture you advocated was actually just a copy of Japanese bushido culture." As soon as the little dog Fool Saburo finished speaking, everyone's emotions were detonated again, and everyone shouted insults, but this noisy voice did not have any advantage in front of the little dog Fool Saburo who had the microphone.

Ignoring the reactions of the people below, the little dog Fool Saburo continued loudly to himself: "I was originally like you, living in a dream woven by others, ignorant, stupid, and thoughtless. However, by studying Japanese and studying in Japan as an exchange student, I gradually understood the truth about the world. There is no China after Yashan, there is no China after the death of the Ming Dynasty, the legacy of the Han and Tang Dynasties is in Japan, and the soul of the Ming Dynasty is in Korea and South Korea. What you think of today as ancient culture is nothing more than a specious piece of culture that people who think are smart enough to learn from Japan. ”

"Shut up, you traitor!" Wang Xiaotian, who was standing on the stage, finally got a man and scolded angrily at the little dog Stupid Saburo.

The little dog Fool Saburo turned his head and glanced at Wang Xiaotian, then turned around and continued to face the audience.

"I know that the truth is often in the hands of a few, and the reality is more cruel and difficult to accept than imagined. Therefore, I have not come today to make you agree with me all at once, immediately, immediately, so that you poor fellows can be saved from falsehood by me and face the real world again. ”

Slowly turned around, stepped back, and walked to Wang Xiaotian's side, the little dog stupid Saburo turned around again, looking at the people in the audience, the little dog stupid Saburo smiled slightly: "Today, the purpose of my coming here is just to debunk the deception of sword culture, so that you can wake up from now on, stay vigilant against the so-called traditional culture, and don't be easily fascinated by the so-called ancient culture." I just want to give you a reminder, a chance, a chance to really live! ”