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The fighting on the streets continues, the two fights, and the brave wins. Even if the weapons of Wuhou and Huben are not as sharp as those of the black-clothed dead soldiers, they are fortunately heavy enough.

On the battlefield, blunt weapons are always much better than sharp weapons. A sharp weapon needs to be slashed more than once to make the enemy lose its combat effectiveness, while a blunt weapon needs to be strong enough to make the enemy unconscious, and there is no place for the internal organs to be shaken.

Even if the dead man is superb in martial arts, he regards death as home. But in the battle on the street, after the passage of time, Wuhou and the Tiger Benjun reacted. The dead have also left more than a dozen bodies on street corners.

Death, according to the calligraphy and painting, is a person lying on the ground, holding a dagger at sunset. For the dead, only dying in the mission is the final liberation and sublimation.

Knives and sticks were waved, red scattered, and the moonlight reflected each other.

In the perception of people in the world, the sun and the moon are the eyes of God, day and night upside down, open one eye, close one eye, to look at this continent.

When the legend says that the day when God opened his eyes at the same time was also the day when the gods came to earth, God never opened his eyes except on the day many years ago.

The moonlight was scattered, as if the white holy light drove away the darkness and the sins of the dead. For every corpse of a dead soldier falling, there are more corpses of Wuhou and Tiger Benjun who fall.

In addition to the riots in the West Market, there were also riots on Xuanwu Avenue and the streets further east of the East Market.

On the Xuanwu Avenue, from yesterday to tonight, it has been occupied by scholars, who have constantly called on the people to stand up and demand more orders from the king to give back to the people.

Now, except for the group of sit-in scholars who have been occupying Xuanwu Avenue and are closest to the palace. More scholars climbed over the walls on both sides of Xuanwu Avenue or through the dark passages dug overnight.

These people are like a corpse in the night, a walking dead without consciousness. How many of them fell out with their families and had to go out into the streets to rebel against the current king.

This group of scholars was blindfolded by others. But their family did not, the scholar who died last night had not been able to close his eyes and settle in peace, and they no longer wanted to see their son-in-law, who was also beheaded tonight, or on the charge of rebellion.

The scholars gathered together, holding banners and shouting slogans neatly, marched in the direction of the palace.

You can also get a glimpse of one or two from it, if it weren't for Wuhou or Yan Bo'an's entire protection system, there would be a hidden pile. With the means of this group of scholars, how could they avoid the layers of investigation by Wuhou.

"Scholar of Chu University, Scholar of Chu University. ”

"Faith is not beautiful, good words are not believed. The good do not argue, and the debater is not good. Those who know are not knowledgeable, and those who are knowledgeable do not know. The way of heaven is beneficial but not harmful. The way of the king is not to fight. ”

The slogan of this group of scholars who were heading towards the palace echoed with the readers sitting quietly in front of the palace, and in an instant, it resounded through the heart of Bo'an City.

The scholar of Chu in the mouth of the scholar is Chu Hao, who was taken into the prison from his home today, as the most knowledgeable person in the entire Anyang, he can be said to be the benchmark in the hearts of all readers, and the scholar who is working hard in this direction suddenly saw the goal he wanted to become in his heart, just a word from the king, and he ended up like this.

When Chu Hao was escorted into the prison car, it happened that Lu Fusheng passed by, but Chu Hao didn't see Lu Fusheng, but Lu Fusheng clearly witnessed all this. Looking at Chu Hao's gray hair overnight, although the escorted official did not humiliate Chu Hao too much, it can also be seen from his gait and appearance that Chu Hao has lost the most precious thing, which is the confidence that a superior person should have.

Such a face made Lu Fusheng also moved, not because of his deep friendship with Chu Hao, and he felt reluctant. It was Chu Hao's daughter, but Chu Wenxuan, thinking of the advice of the fourth senior sister and the master before leaving, Lu Fusheng unconsciously broke out in a cold sweat.

Chu Hao is a veteran of the Three Dynasties, the teacher of the prince and the king, doesn't it mean that this is the teacher of the entire Anyang people. How can this group of scholars not be cynical, how can they not ask for an explanation for a famous teacher.

Everyone roared in the tsunami, shouting at night, who said that it was useless to be a scholar, who said that a scholar was a scholar, and who said that a scholar should be weak.

On this night, under the instruction of the behind-the-scenes manipulators, the readers can also be passionate and generous, the readers can also regard death as home, and the readers can swallow mountains and rivers angrily.

On this night, there were actually not many people in this group of readers. The reason why the scholars who were sitting in front of the palace were not driven away by the curfew was that they put down the gongs in their hands and the various books that were to be used as fuel in their hands, and made a compromise.

When King Wei heard the report, he was overjoyed. Specially instructed Wu Hou not to drive this group of scholars away, this group of scholars can be described as exemplary in Bo'an City, they are the useful talents who can really see the real time. Be an example of Anyang for the world to learn.

If the king of Wei ascends the throne in the future, he will definitely be reused. In King Wei's heart, these scholars who can see the current situation clearly, they are the leaders who really know how to live in the officialdom.

But often things are not as good as everyone imagines, even if the imaginary person is a prince.

Before becoming officials, this group of people still regarded themselves as scholars, and the beautiful world and character created by the sages and sages were all influencing this group of future generations.

Scholars should have the integrity of a scholar.

It is precisely this point that the manipulators behind the scenes of the readers are misinterpreting and bewitching the good hearts and safe character of the readers. Little by little, it becomes a tool for manipulators.

The Wuhou on the entire Xuanwu Street, the Tiger Ben Army disguised as the Wuhou, and the Jin Longwei were all ready at the moment. stared at the group of people who were reading books all the way to the palace.

"Warning, a second-class curfew has been issued today, and no one is allowed to travel at night, otherwise he will be sent to prison with a rod of thirty. ”

Wu Hou shouted a warning at this group of scholars, thirty rods, few scholars can hold on. After the torture, the skin and flesh are open, the flesh and blood are blurred, and in this world, except for the cultivators who have the healing Dao method, they can heal the life. Most of the people who could only hold on were dead. These thirty rods are to intimidate these scholars who think they are not afraid of the sky and the earth.

In the crowd, some scholars shouted boldly to their classmates: "Don't be afraid of them, they are just lackeys of the imperial court, and we are all scholars with meritorious reputations." They don't dare to do anything to us. ”

"Under the second-class curfew, violators are treason and treason, and this crime should be punished. The object of protection does not include people with meritorious reputations, and even the six servants are all here tonight. We dare to take them all down. ”

The bold scholar then shouted at the crowd: "Don't be frightened by these lackeys, don't you see that they are not even equipped with swords? Fellow students, since we have appeared here, there is no way back from tonight's events. Before dawn tomorrow, will you fight for a name that will go down in history, or will you become a coward that everyone shouts and beats. It's up to everyone's mind. For a scholar, more than fame and fortune, more concerned about fame and fame. Being able to leave something worth remembering for future generations is what a scholar wants most. This is nothing more than eternal life in this world in the hearts of the readers.

Future generations can remember, whether it is the poems they have written, the buildings they have built, or even the trees they have planted, they can all be remembered by future generations, but how many years can be conveyed.

A poem may last for thousands of years, until there is no civilization without words. A building, possibly a hundred years, until it collapses. A tree may be a hundred years, or it may only be a few years, and future generations will not like it, and the tree has no value and cost, and no one will think about who has planted the tree once after it is uprooted and replanted.

The most memorable, and the most effortless, is to be the initiator of the uprising, even if it can't achieve the desired effect, it can lead more people to participate. Become a benchmark in their hearts and record it in history to teach the next generation.

But I never thought that the part of success would naturally be written in history to teach the next generation. But failure also comes at a cost.

One of the scholars came out, took off the clothes of the Tai students, held a big bell in his hand and kept dangling it beside him, and his mouth was still chanting with words: "Raise the yellow table, burn cigarettes, and invite all the gods and immortals." God out of the hole, the fairy down the mountain, help the world to play boxing. ”

The scholar with the big bell suddenly shook his whole body, as if he was possessed by some spirit, and continued to chant again and again, but this time it was more like singing than speaking.

"The sun is setting, and the sky is dark. Latches the door from house to house. The gentleman runs to the inn, the bird runs to the mountains and forests, and the tiger returns to the mountain. The bird runs to the mountains and forests and has a place to live, and the tiger wants to return to the mountains safely. The top of the head is a seven-star glazed tile, and the foot is an eight-edged purple gold brick. Feet on the ground, head on the sky. Take a big stride and walk in a chain, standing firmly on the camp with both feet. Put on the incense table and invite the gods. ”

The martial marquis on the opposite side weighed the iron rod in their hands, and looked at the group of scholars in front of them, who had almost zero experience in fighting, performing all kinds of ridiculous small paragraphs like a play on the stage.

In the meantime, a few Wuhou couldn't help laughing, and pointed at the group of scholars: "Is there anyone who is so childish in deception now? In addition to giving this group of defenseless nerds, a little useless confidence." It doesn't work anymore, and I don't know if the books of this group of readers have been read into the dog's stomach. To this day, I still believe in cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods. ”

The reader on the other side didn't think of these ridicules at all, not because he sincerely believed it, but because he didn't hear it, and he kept jumping in front of people, and the people who kept screaming in their mouths were still screaming, and the sound was so loud that he couldn't hear it clearly as long as he was a little farther away.