A short sword hidden in a garment.

Wu Yu took a step with his hands in his hands, slowly moving forward, his momentum continued to climb, and gradually reached the peak, his whole person began to be shrouded in brilliance, his cheeks were covered with layers of brilliance, and his eyes were bright, like a teenager.

"I have been teaching in Guozijian for more than ten years, and I have only seen three people, who obviously have nothing to do with their own interests, and even threaten their own interests, but also want to speak up for the world: one is His Royal Highness the King of Jin, the other is His Royal Highness the King of Yue, and finally, it is this Xinyi. Even Xin Yi is more special than them, a woman from a Taoist family, who has been studying for half a summer, but dares to tie her head to her trouser belt and write such an article. ”

"I thought at that time, am I not even as good as a female doll? I have been in a high position for half my life, and I have been in the officialdom for 30 years, but I have a dumb throat, deaf ears, cloudy eyes, and a blindfolded heart. ”

"The old man Wu Yu, who has been teaching for 20 years, has served as the son of the country to supervise the sacrificial wine, is in charge of the top of the world's learning, and is responsible for teaching and educating people. The old man was glad to have Xin Yi, a student, and found the old man's white clothes. If this student is guilty, can the old man be innocent? If this student should be beheaded, how can the old man live?"

The last sentence was resounding. Countless people's faces changed suddenly.

"Brother is confused! Go back quickly! Don't mix it up again!" Xiuyi Wu Hui was so anxious that his face turned pale, and he immediately ordered the shadow guard to step forward to stop Wu Yu.

Wang Jian's body trembled, and he squinted dangerously: "If Master Wu insists on obstructing it, the old man will also grant your wish." ”

Xin Yi also pinched his heart, and shouted in a low voice: "Master, don't be rash! The master is the son of the country to supervise the sacrificial wine, and is in charge of the world's academic affairs, if he is a student, how can he face the world!"

The noon gate suddenly fell into chaos. The locust-like shadow guards rushed in, Wu Yu slammed on the ground, flicked his sleeves and shouted: "Who dares to step forward! The old man is sacrificing wine three times, who dares to be presumptuous!"

The shadow guards froze for a moment, looking at Wu Hui hesitantly, Wang Jian's eardrums were shocked, and he was in a trance, and the controversy that had just been set off fell into a stalemate again.

Wu Yu stood with his hands in his hands, the sun reflected in white, and looked at Wang Jian lightly: "Lord Wang Jian, the old man only asked you one last question: Xin Yi, do you cut or not?"

There are twists and turns in cutting off a sworn enemy. Wang Jian only felt that his face was crackling, and the anger between his eyebrows almost wanted to condense into substance, no matter what kind of martial artist or imperial order, his slashing token was ready to move.

"Master Wu Yuwu, the old man only replied to you: Xin Yi, you will be killed! If you stop it, the old man will be killed together!"

"Lord Wang is angry!" The first to be anxious was Wu Hui, she immediately smiled at Wang Jian, and couldn't help but look at Wu Yu, "Brother, you are confused! Where are you leaving your brothers and sisters? Are you going to take your life for a student! You go back! You go back quickly!"

However, Wu Yu ignored everyone anymore, only in Wang Jian's increasingly strong killing machine, like a high mountain with a straight back, standing majestically, protecting Xin Yi with his back, and criticizing Wang Jian with his eyes.

"I'm going back, I'm going back, to the boy I was thirty years ago, the boy who was just a scholar. It was also such an autumn that year, the young man had just walked out of the imperial examination field, and he was inscribed on the gold list, dressed in white. Wu Yu looked at Xin Yi and waved his hand, it was a gift of thanks-

"Thank you. I, Wu Yu, protect you today, not only for your master, but also for myself, in order to carve out a way home in this dim and chaotic world. ”

In troubled times, people's hearts are ignorant, I am willing to sacrifice blood and sincerity to find a way home.

At the end of the way back, it is the original intention, and if it is lost for too long, it must be found in a decisive way.

Return, return, this dirty skin, these eyes stained with too many impurities, this shame on the young self thirty years ago, the soul has returned again.

The boy had only one name: the Reader.

Wu Yu smiled with relief, laughing so much that there were tears in his eyes, the white hair on his sideburns fluttered in the wind, but he dyed ink again in a trance, and he was dressed in white clothes, his face was obviously wrinkled, but at this moment he looked like a teenager.

"I remember, I remember, my original intention: thirty years ago, I walked out of the imperial examination field and swore to God that in this life, no matter where I am, no matter who is in history, no matter who is poor, I will not disgrace the three words of scholar. ”

"The wind and rain are like obscurity, and I have a pure heart. The government is turbid, and I carry it on my shoulders. I take the world as my own responsibility. Treacherous and evil are in charge, I sacrifice blood as a warning, first the worries of the world and worries, and then the joy of the world!

Scholar.

The simple three words, the golden thunder exploded, the Chang'an earthquake trembled, the eight hundred miles of mountains and rivers shattered, and the ignorant people in this troubled world were shocked to panic and flee, like rats and insects avoiding the light of the sun and the moon.

The stronger Wu Yu's smile became, even though he was nearly fifty years old, the young man's expression lit up again at the bottom of his eyes, not about wrinkles or gray hair, but about the sincerity and enthusiasm of the young man.

"Today's situation, the five surnames and seven hopes are prosperous, the imperial power is declining, if you want to break the situation and change the rule, then the first priority, you must have the right to cut the door valve, support the royal authority, the seven tripods and nine tripods have their place, the princes and the son of heaven are lenient and virtuous, in order to reform today's cancer, the period of peace and prosperity ......"

Wu Yu began to roar loudly. Everyone in the field, especially Xin Yi, had a sudden change in their faces, and the whole text was from "Conquering the Quartet in the Son of Heaven".

It is the text written by Xin Yi.

"In such a world, the words of the ministers do not make sense, and there are gate valves to control the government, black and white are reversed, and the monarchs and ministers are out of line. Today, if a student of Guozijian is convicted for a single article, the Wang family will not forgive. That's it, that's it, the eyes are dark, Kyushu is chaotic, and the people are still content with the present, following the Wang family to fight for the tiger. ”

"Ridiculous! If someone must stand up and split this darkness and wake up my emperor, then please be sure, start with my own readers!"

"Today, I am a martial fool, sacrifice blood, serve Danxin, sacrifice the common people with my life, and split the national fortune with a sword!

Wu Yu's face was full of excitement, his pupils were red, and he looked like crazy, but everyone did not dare to stop him, because the momentum of his body had reached its peak, and he was brilliant and magnificent.

Haoran's breath, light wind and moon.

Blood, Danxin, I am worthy of it!

With a clear sound, Wu Yu pulled out a short sword, which had already been hidden in his sleeve, a short sword that could seal his throat.

Everyone's pupils shrank.

"In the past, there were admonitions from ministers and soldiers, and now there is a reprimand for me to read people's lives! Admonish our emperor not to harm loyalty and goodness, and not to avoid evil for treachery! Admonish the people to distinguish between black and white, and to recognize tigers and jackals! Admonish the people to open up the way of speech, and a hundred schools of thought compete for beauty, and no virtuous person will be convicted for the sake of the text! Advise the revival of Jiuding, ambush and punish Qiding, and then open the prosperous era of the imperial industry, and reproduce the peace of the country and the people!"

Wu Yu drank with all his strength, his voice was hoarse, and if he wanted to reach the dead Daming Palace, he wanted to shake the clouds above his head, and he wanted to wake up the people with hatred.

He finally put the short sword across his neck, and his last smile was clear and unrepentant-

"The sky is above, the sages are below, the scholar Wu Yu, farewell!"

"Brother!" Xiuyi Wu Hui let out a heart-rending cry.

"Master!" Xin Yi got up in panic and ran over.

"Take the sword!" Wang Jian also subconsciously ordered someone to stop him.

However, it was too late.

The cold light flashed, and the blood was three feet, and the resolute body of the mountain fell, with a relieved smile on his face, just like when he was a teenager.

Wash away my dust, brush away my cloudy eyes, take off my smelly official robe, and then put on the white clothes of the year (Note 1), looking for my original intention, and not regretting my original intention.

Readers, back.

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exegesis

1. White clothes: In ancient times, it referred to scholars who had no merit or official position. "Historical Records: Preface to the Biography of Confucianism": "And the Empress Dowager Dou collapsed, Wu'an Hou Tian Wei was the prime minister, and the words of the Huang, the old, and the criminal names of a hundred schools, and hundreds of Confucian scholars in Yanwen, and Gongsun Hong took the white clothes of "Spring and Autumn" as the three princes of the Son of Heaven and was named the Marquis of Pingjin. "The Book of the Later Han Dynasty: The Biography of Kong Rong": "(Cao Cao) then ordered the prime minister's army to plot a sacrifice to the wine road in vain and said: 'Shaofu Kong Rong...... and before and the white-clothed Youheng stumbled and spoke. Yuan Xin Wenfang's "The Biography of Tang Caizi Meng Haoran": "Guan Haoran retreated humbly, and his fame was high, but he fell into the Ming Dynasty, and he was white-clothed for life, a good and pathetic husband!" ”