Jin Wuwei and the family soldiers, scholars and the Wang family, in this tense stalemate, Wumen fell into a temporary stalemate.

There are no tigers and wolves to roar, no dragons to run rampant, and three hundred white-clothed scholars have once again become the only center.

"Xin's can't be killed!" a scholar at the head waited for the surroundings to be quiet, then stepped forward and repeated the sentence loudly.

"Poor and sour Xiucai is rampant! Wu Yu has poured ecstasy soup on you, isn't it? If you say that if you don't cut it, you won't cut it? Joke! Who do you think you are? Do you know the result of being strong? When the old man goes back, he can crush you to death like an ant!" Wang Jian stretched out a fingertip, trembling with anger.

However, the scholar just smiled: "We know, but we still have to do it." There was a time when we were dumb and blindfolded, and we became like everyone else. However, as soon as Wu Fuzi died, he woke up the person in his dream, and we found the original intention from this troubled world and found this white clothes. ”

The scholar looked at the blood of Wu Yu, who had not dried up on the guillotine, bowed deeply, and continued: "Those who come today are all voluntary, fortunately with the help of the masters, I am willing to carry forward the will of the martial fool master, and I wish to admonish the troubled times." Only at this moment, we have a common name: the reader. ”

Then, another scholar stepped forward and brushed a white robe, the flawless and plain white, in the sunlight, like a flawless white wall—

At this moment, it is nobler than any official robe or silk in the world.

The most beautiful is dressed in white, my name is a reader.

A proud and shallow smile appeared on the scholar's face, his back straightened, and he said loudly-

"Even if you are lost in the chess game for too long, no matter where you go, you will not forget the white clothes of the past, the original intention of the youth. You think it is a hope, but we must take it as a creed, a creed to live with blood and life. Because, I'm a reader!"

Immediately, another scholar stepped forward, his eyes were bright, and he said loudly-

"If the troubled times are dark, the people's hearts are ignorant, the gate valve controls the government, and the great sages are wronged, you can be the same as the tiger and keep the peace and wealth. But we, unable to bend our loins or fall asleep, must split this night and offer our unbroken sword, for I am a scholar!"

Readers, these three words once again resounded through the world! Shake the obscure Kyushu!

In the shocking silence and moving, three hundred scholars stepped forward one after another, one by one, chanting loudly, the spirit of Haoran was stirring, and this was immortal!

"Calculation is ruthless, swords are eyeless, and ants still spare their lives. You can cherish firewood, rice, oil and salt, the old and the young, you can watch or bow your head. However, we must give this life, cut off the back road, and make a weak but unending cry. Because, I'm a reader!"

"The people are defenseless, and the common people are as cheap as grass shoes, and in front of the five surnames and magnates, they are vulnerable, and the grasshoppers shake the trees. You can be silent, blind and blinded. However, even if we know the dead and weak, we must show our swords and fight, and we will not die or return. Because, I'm a reader!"

"Parents, this is your reason, but we have another kind of life for which we can spend this life, this head and body, this hot blood. That reason, called 'family and country in the world', *******, because of blessings and misfortunes, tend to avoid it. Because, I'm a reader!"

"The common people, the country, morality, and the people, are illusory to you, and you are too far away from living a life, you can memorize these words in the school, and forget them when you leave the school, or pretend to be in front of people, and the two things in the back. However, we must take this as a living belief and a righteous righteousness for gambling on our lives. Because, I'm a reader!"

"The chaotic times are chaotic, the charm is rampant, the government is dim, and the gate valve is rampant. If someone must split this long night and forge the dawn with flesh and blood, please be sure to start with self-reading. White bones are the road, the predecessors and successors, the sages and the descendants, no complaints and no regrets, the common people carry it on their shoulders, and the family and country hide it in their hearts. Because, I'm a reader!"

……

Run for the common people, speak for the community, dedicate your life for your family and country, and open peace for all generations——

Please start with self by all means.

Because, I am a reader.

……

Repeating the last sentence of the echo, it shook the world, Kyushu was moved, and a mighty air swept between heaven and earth, eight hundred miles of rivers and mountains were delicate, and the heroic spirit was Hanhan.

The mighty white clothes of three hundred, if the most glorious sunlight in the world, will wash this stormy Chang'an, the charm of the spirit will be wiped out, and the original heart will be like snow.

Unarmed and clothed, this group of scholars has become the most indestructible force, the invisible sword is unsheathed, the invisible shield is in the hand, as if the three armies are coming, destroying the withering and decaying.

Sacrifice my heart as a sword, serve my blood as a sword, guide the way with my conscience, and burn my faith as brave!

Because, I am a reader!

……

The soldiers of the Wang family didn't even have the strength to clench their swords.

Wang Jian on the prison beheading table and a powerful minister, just staring and blowing, in the dark that others can't see, but the double strands can't help but tremble, and the Buddha is not a group of weak scholars, but ghosts and gods, bluffing the bamboo tube full of chopping tokens, all of which fall down with a spiritual clang.

Xin Yi smiled. I laughed so much that there were tears in my eyes.

Facing the dazzling white clothes in front of her and the honest face, she fell to her knees with a thud, bowed to the ground, and bowed to this group of scholars who had no official and no power.

This is her gratitude and her respect. Respect for the three words of the reader, thank you for this heavenly way.

At the same time, the three hundred scholars also brushed their hands and returned the salute to Xin Yi, without contempt for the condemned prisoners, nor the arrogance of denouncing women entering the official school in the past, only solemn and solemn treatment of each other.

Regardless of identity, whether male or female, just ask a reader, they are all heroes bending their waists!

Three hundred to one, one to three hundred, Zhou Li Jiajia, the sages are immortal, the spirit of Haoran, the heaven and the earth are cleansed!

This scene fell in Wang Jian's eyes, causing his reason to collapse at a terrifying speed. The anger quickly burned his face, mixed with the unwillingness to be belittled and humiliated, and Wang Jian had only one thought left in his mind.

Die, die hard.

Wang Jian supported the table, stood up tremblingly, pulled out his saber suddenly, and cut the prison slasher in half—

"Okay! When the erector is to stop him, the old man will come in person! The old man who wants to die must die!"

After that, Wang Jianruo, a tiger and leopard out of control, rushed to the execution platform with his feet on his feet, his eyes were red, his eyes were about to split, and he slashed at Xin Yi with his sword: "Die! Damn! Die to the old man!"

At the last moment, there was a clear sound, and another sword came out from the side, which was able to stop Wang Jian's sword.

Wang Jian was stunned for a moment, and when he saw the face of the comer, his teeth were gritted and gurgling: "It's you?"

"Not bad. Under the Jin Wuwei general, Jiang Cang. It is the protégé of Wu Yu, the son of the old country, Jiang Cang. It is also Jiang Cang, who is desperate not to let the adult's sword fall a point today. Jiang Cang steadily blocked the sword, looked directly at Wang Jian, and smiled proudly.

Wang Jian's face was so angry that his face distorted, and he shouted angrily: "It's reversed! It's all reversed! Even a Jinwu guard general dares to stop the old man! Someone! Where are the soldiers of my Wang family! Drag this bird general down, and the five horses will be divided! Damn it!"

The soldiers of the Wang family trembled their weak legs and were about to rush up, but they heard dozens of swords in unison, and immediately, the noon gate Jin Wuwei came up and confronted the Wang family soldiers.

"Who dares to be rude to General Jiang Cang!"

"Presumptuous! My Wang family wants to kill people, and the city guards dare to stop it!"

The two sides were tense and on the verge of breaking out, the killing intent was piercing in the air, and the sky above the noon gate condensed with fishy clouds.