Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the New Three Kingdoms

Chapter 173 The Martial Arts of Life

Looking at Chu Zihang, Lu Mingfei was inexplicably moved to speak.

"Many people actually experience this: not knowing who they are."

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He squinted at the ground rushing past outside the car window.

"It's actually quite similar to martial arts. I remember you learned Bajiquan in your martial arts class, right?"

Chu Zihang suddenly straightened his back.

He had a strange hallucination, like, "How's your piano learning going? Play me a piece."

In reality, he doesn't understand the piano at all; his understanding of music is limited to thinking that being fast is impressive.

The reason he asked you is simple: firstly, to confirm whether you've embezzled his money; and secondly, because he has a relative he wants to show off.

Thirdly, after a busy day, he suddenly discovered he had a son when he got home. So, his mind went through a process, and he concluded that he should show his fatherly love.

But he can even get the school you're attending wrong. He can only recall that you seemed to have studied piano, but you actually stopped a long time ago, and the piano at home was sold.

In this situation, it's obviously not appropriate to play the piano... ah, it's Bajiquan.

So Lu Mingfei might just genuinely be concerned about... Ah! He's not your father!

Suddenly remembering something, Chu Zihang turned around and spoke.

"Ah, yes."

Lu Mingfei was a little curious as to why it took so long to answer such a simple question.

But that doesn't matter anymore. He looked at Chu Zihang and continued speaking.

"A technique is simply a set pattern that you memorize into a stereotype. So in a fight, you can subconsciously use the technique in the corresponding situation, while your opponent has to think about it."

"Then you're faster than others, so you win."

Of course, this is different for the ruthless swordsman Lu Mingfei.

The Ruthless Swordsman can use all the martial arts techniques that you can theoretically achieve, including even the Heaven-Hating Sword Technique.

Unfortunately, the Heavenly Hatred skill has too much of an effect on emotions, and it always fails to work when you try to use it.

However, this had nothing to do with what he was discussing at the moment, so Lu Mingfei continued to speak.

"Have you ever thought that life is like this? Most people create a persona for themselves, defining who they are?"

"Just like Chen Wenwen, being a literary girl is like a martial art for her, but it's not a martial art that suits her. She is indeed sentimental, but her thinking isn't that profound."

"She thought that if she fell in love with someone, she would really fall in love with that person. She imagined that she could be magnanimous and wish Zhao Menghua and Liu Miaomiao happiness, but she couldn't do it."

But she burst into tears after typing out the words "blessing".

It's like a conflict between your perceived personality and your true self; logic and emotions collide, and the scattered fragments turn into tears that flow from the corners of your eyes.

I can't send the last message no matter what I try.

Hearing this, Chu Zihang felt that it matched the voices of most people he knew.

Even with himself, he would only try to gossip when facing Lu Mingfei, but in fact he was very interested in most people's relationship topics.

But he felt he wasn't the kind of person who should do that, so he simply didn't.

"So this isn't good?"

Chu Zihang, wearing sunglasses, glanced at Lu Mingfei out of the corner of his eye. Lu Mingfei simply sat there, his expression calm and composed.

What surprised him most was Lu Mingfei's eyes; he didn't even blink.

"It depends on you. Who can say for sure about these things? If I had to say it from my perspective, I could only say, do what you think is right."

Lu Mingfei inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity, like when he was giving his own child a little lesson on life.

However, he did say similar things to his children.

Unfortunately, after he said he would do what he thought was right, Lu Lun said, "Then I think Father, you should seize power and usurp the throne! Cao Rui is a tyrant! Does he deserve to retain the State of Wei?!"

Father, you can definitely be the emperor! Then I'll be the crown prince! Mengmei and Lanmei can be princesses, and Kangdi can be a general, and then he'll hang him up and whip his buttocks all night.

Kang Menglan is quite easy to take care of.

Lu Kang made him an exquisite handmade windmill... it was made of bronze, damn it, he felt like he wouldn't be able to tell the difference anymore if this continued.

Lu Meng came over and hugged his neck, saying, "I'm Daddy's little darling! I'll cure Daddy's loneliness! Daddy, have I cured you yet?"

He smiled and said, "With you all here, how could I possibly be lonely?"

Lu Lan simply hugged him and said, "Dad, I will always be by your side."

"Yeah, just do what you think is right, and don't worry too much about the environment."

Lu Mingfei finished reminiscing. He was a little agitated and missed his children.

He sat there looking like an elderly person living alone, but he was only nineteen years old.

But that sense of loneliness could not be concealed.

Chu Zihang kept an eye on Lu Mingfei out of the corner of his eye, and he inexplicably felt like a thief.

He certainly couldn't call the other person his father, but he could call him his brother.

All he wanted was to prove himself, to prove himself to someone who could be his father.

Right now, Lu Mingfei was feeling a bit down, though he didn't know why, but he was actually kind of enjoying this moment.

It was an indescribable atmosphere, different from Chu Tianjiao's. Although he had reconciled with Chu Tianjiao, the kind of emotion he longed for wasn't something so rational.

Or rather, emotions are the opposite of rationality.

He craved something akin to familial affection; he developed an insatiable desire for it.

So he spoke.

"You don't seem to be in a good mood. How about we go for Italian food? I know a good restaurant."

The words were on the tip of his tongue when he suddenly changed his mind.

Chu Zihang's rationality prevailed, and he patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder to comfort him, refusing to carry out his bold idea.

Yes, that's his bold idea.

But he felt that this was not right, so he changed the subject. He suddenly remembered that Zhao Menghua said he wanted to eat Italian food.

So he said this.

Unfortunately, Lu Mingfei merely raised an eyebrow and then spoke.

"Goodbye, senior brother. I just got back from Italy, so please don't make me eat Italian food anymore."

Lu Mingfei recalled the Italian dishes Caesar had treated him to, and for a moment he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

"And you think I'd go eat Italian food while you do the missions yourself? No way."

Chu Zihang looked at Lu Mingfei, and the fleeting vulnerability he had shown just moments before, like that of an elderly person living alone, had vanished.

It was as if he had never existed, but he could inexplicably sense it in Lu Mingfei's eyes.

The other person's eyes seemed to hold endless wisdom, but he could see what lay beneath them.

There is sadness hidden within it.

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