The Taoist Master's Book of Merit[Zhongyingmei]

Steve was stumped by Yan Zhiyu's questions. He saw the confusion in the eyes of this young superhero, which is inevitable for every superhero on the road of growth.

Even the representative of the American spirit, Captain America Steve Rogers, the rational and stable former Soviet agent Natasha, or other mature superheroes will inevitably fall into confusion in the face of undisguised malice.

But the essential difference between them and young heroes is that they have found their own beliefs, so they can find a spiritual support to support them through those troughs in life when facing gossip.

Steve felt that as a superhero senior, he should give some guidance to Yan Zhiyu, after all, Yan Zhiyu has been forced to grow up by the world.

Forced ripening can make people grow overnight, but it can also completely destroy people.

Steve learned how to motivate a young man during World War II.

Use those kind words, like, 'Kind boy, stick to your heart' or 'For peace, for the United States of America' and so on.

But Steve doesn't like these chicken soups, and he never thinks that superpowers must save the world. Does every American citizen with a gun in his hand have the responsibility to fight gangsters to the death.

Every hero has different reasons for protecting the world, and everyone has their own beliefs. Steve can't sum it up in a few words.

He looked into Yan Zhiyu's eyes, and said seriously in a calm tone: "If someone in front of you was in danger, would you go to save him?"

"That depends on who it is."

"People who hurt you badly with gossip."

Steve gently pressed Yan Zhiyu's shoulder, as if trying to convey strength.

"Yan, if it was such a person, would you still save him? What do you think in your heart, answer me truthfully."

Yan Zhiyu imagined that scene, he hesitated and didn't know what to do.

He felt that he didn't need to save that kind of person, after all, that kind of person was a white-eyed wolf.

But he can't sit idly by, after all, even a white-eyed wolf is a life.

Yan Zhiyu, who was born in Wudang since childhood, went to Yunmeng and Shaolin to study for a period of time, under their influence, the awe of life was engraved in his bone marrow and melted into his soul.

Wudang taught Yan Zhiyu to be a hero, Yunmeng told him to help the world and save people, and Shaolin taught him to love all sentient beings.

Yan Zhiyu has learned it, and has been doing it all the time, but there has never been a sect to teach Yan Zhiyu, if he is faced with gossip.

Yunmeng has the benevolence of their doctors to persist there, Shaolin has their Buddhas to believe in, and some people in Wudang have realized the meaning of swords to transcend the world, but Yan Zhiyu has nothing.

He tried to put other people's beliefs on himself, but he is not Yunmeng, not Shaolin, not anyone, he is Yan Zhiyu.

A young Wudang disciple who has never been on the battlefield, never killed anyone, and never left the care of his elders.

until he came into this world.

Suddenly one day, the elders who had protected Yan Zhiyu for 20 years disappeared. In a strange world, he was forcibly pushed to the battlefield and pushed to grow up by the world.

Although Yan Zhiyu knew that he should be more mature, responsible, mature and stable like a 20-year-old.

But this world really changed too fast, he was pushed and staggered, he didn't dare to fall, he was afraid of becoming a burden to others, so he kept gritting his teeth and following.

He suppressed his bewilderment in his heart, so as not to worry others, and swallowed his grievances, because everyone was insisting, and he felt that he should also persevere like other Avengers.

Fantasizing that maybe one day, he can accept all this calmly like other Avengers.

But the facts have proved that he can't stand it, he can't ignore those words, especially now that he is suffering from the virus, and those people are still asking him to do better.

"You will have these confusions and think of asking us for help, which means that you have the potential to become a superhero"

Steve looked at Yan Zhiyu's confused eyes, and said in a gentle voice, "Only kind and responsible people will have this kind of distress. Their kind nature makes it difficult for them to be indifferent to life, and their sense of responsibility makes it difficult for them to let go." Something, even if they didn't have to."

Yan Zhiyu felt that what Steve said was vague, he tilted his head and looked at Steve in confusion.

"There are always some people in this world who don't see the good of others. They attack others indiscriminately, trying to cover up their own incompetence."

Steve's eyes were a little dim and his voice was a little cold, but he quickly regained his composure, as if it was just Yan Zhiyu's illusion.

"No one can really ignore those words, but you can't cover or sew those people's mouths, so don't worry about them anymore.

Think about Miranda, Yan, you know how much Miranda likes you.You can never satisfy everyone, so why don't you listen more to those who like you. "

"But I still feel bad, I feel like I've been stabbed here." Yan Zhiyu's eyes were a little red, he covered his chest and said softly, "I'm very disappointed, no amount of Miranda can help me,"

"Yan, time will tell you the answer"

Steve took Yan Zhiyu's hand and put it on his chest, Yan Zhiyu could feel Steve's beating heart.

"Everyone here has been hurt by the malice of the world, but everyone finally finds what they insist on, which is hidden in the malice of the world"

Steve hugged Yan Zhiyu gently, and continued, "Yan, when you find it, you will become invincible, and you will see a different world."

Although Steve said a lot, Yan Zhiyu still didn't understand. He felt that it was like the sword intent that Senior Brother Qiu said, it was something that could only be understood but not expressed in words, and he had to realize it by himself.

Yan Zhiyu thought about it seriously for a long time, but until Tony and the others sent him to Miranda's house to relax, he didn't understand what time would tell him.

"Remember that pile of walnuts, Miranda used them to make walnut milk, you should try it." Tony sent Yan Zhiyu to the street near Miranda's house, and he patted Yan Zhiyu's shoulder in his armor , joked.

"I hope you like sweets, Hulk came out to take a sip and washed Clinton's face by the way."

Tony watched Yan Zhiyu go away, turned back to Steve and said, "What kind of nonsense did you tell him?"

"Then how are you going to answer, Tony?" Steve took a deep breath, staring in the direction of Miranda's house with complicated eyes.

"Yan's current state is obviously wrong. I don't know whether it is caused by physical or psychological problems. I don't want to irritate him. Although what I said is a bit vague, it is indeed the answer in my heart. People must have beliefs or Just thinking about it, this is what Yan lacks the most right now."

Steve was the first to contact Yan Zhiyu among the Avengers, and he watched Yan Zhiyu being pushed by the world to grow step by step.

Because dreams can occasionally communicate, Steve has seen all the vulnerable and helpless sides of Yan Zhiyu.

Steve can be said to be the person who witnessed Yan Zhiyu's growth step by step.

Steve actually doesn't mind protecting Yan Zhiyu for the rest of his life, after all, he has the ability, and protecting a good baby who doesn't cause trouble is not difficult for the Avengers.

But in the end they chose to push Yan Zhiyu to the battlefield and let Yan Zhiyu face the most real world.

Because everyone in the Avengers, including Thor, who only had a relationship with Yan Zhiyu once, believed that Yan Zhiyu should be born to be a superhero.

He has all the basic conditions that a superhero should have, kindness, tolerance, respect for life, and powerful superpowers.

The Avengers really want to see the day when Zhiyu Yan grows into a real superhero, and Yan Zhiyu will bloom in the most charming light he deserves.

That is the real honor of Yan.

"No one can really explain why they want to be a superhero." Steve looked at his hands and said softly, "Tony, can you explain?"

Tony flew away in silence, closing his eyes and thinking of his children who died under Stark's weapons, the hole in the sky above New York, and the people's terrified cries for help.

He couldn't think of any reason to persuade himself to ignore the voice for help, and he didn't know how to take off the armor on his body.

From the day he declared to be Iron Man, he voluntarily shouldered the responsibility of protecting the world without asking for anything in return.

Steve stayed where he was, sitting on a bench by the side of the path, his enhanced vision allowed him to clearly see the children playing in the distance.

"I got the Iron Man card today! This is the third card, and I want a Captain America card."

I have a lot of American teams, can I exchange one for your Iron Man? "

"No! I like Iron Man! Not a single one!"

"But I also like..."

Steve looked at their carefree appearance, and the corners of his mouth subconsciously twitched slightly.

This contradictory and complicated world always has a beautiful side, which is worth protecting with his life.

……

When Yan Zhiyu found Miranda, she was studying the recipe of walnut pie in the kitchen, and Miranda cried out excitedly when she saw Yan Zhiyu.

"Oh my god, milk dog, come here, I made walnut milk for you, but everyone else seems to be allergic to walnuts, what a pity."

She poured a glass of walnut milk and handed it to Yan Zhiyu, only to find that Yan Zhiyu was staring at her motionlessly.

Although Yan Zhiyu was wearing half of his new facial makeup, Miranda could feel his gaze sticking to her neck.

Yan Zhiyu is starving right now, what Steve said to him seems to have been mosaiced in his mind, and now all he thinks about is eating.

He stared at Miranda's neck and couldn't help imagining the smell of roasted chicken neck, his eyes started to glow green.

Just when he was about to lose control of himself, Miranda suddenly covered his neck and said shyly, "Oh, don't stare at the little strawberry on his neck!"

Yan Zhiyu was startled by the greasy voice, and Yan Zhiyu, who was barely awake, took a sip of the walnut milk in his hand, but he was still very hungry, so he drank a few more sips.

The self-service system that he had been watching quietly in his mind suddenly turned gray, and Yan Zhiyu poked at the sluggish self-service system curiously, "What's wrong with you?"

"I was a little curious about what walnut milk is just now..." the self-service system said weakly, "So I shared your taste system, it's a little uncomfortable now, just take it easy. To be honest, she is a good girl, but I don't Think she'd make a good cook."

Saying that, it looked at Yan Zhiyu in horror and added another glass, it was silent for a while and concluded, "It seems that the virus in you is really powerful."