Taiwei Academy is located in the south of the Yangtze River, although it is a cold winter, but the inside and outside of the academy are still full of flowers, and there is no cold winter killing. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At the beginning of night, a thin mist rises from the flowerbeds and fills the entire academy, like a cloud of smoke.

This is the appearance of Confucianism's righteousness.

Taiwei Academy has been established for more than 100 years, and has published many articles that have shone through the ages, and it is also the enlightenment academy of a generation of chess saint Zhang Zeduan, with a strong sense of righteousness, far surpassing other academies.

It's just that today, in the mist and green smoke, there is a terrifying murderous aura, and nearly 100 disciples of Jiuzhai and Twelve Docks wearing sea blue suits completely surrounded this ancient academy.

"Wen Baoyi, what do you mean by this? My Taiwei Academy and your Murong family have always been well water and not river water, what are you doing with so many people surrounding my academy? ”

On the playground of the academy, two teams of people and horses faced each other, standing faintly in two rows, one of which was standing under the academy's Jinglun Hall, a white-bearded old Confucian student, who was angrily questioning the person in front of him.

Since Liu Haowen became the head of this Taiwei Academy, he has never seen anyone so arrogant that he dares to lead people to besiege the entire academy.

The man was about fifty years old, with a strange appearance, and a thin scale soft armor covering almost his whole body, like a general on the battlefield.

There are four generals in the Murong family, namely Situ Lei, the fierce wind and angry sword, Wu Qiuhan, the dripping rain sword, Wen Baoyi, the thunder iron ruler, and Tong Lingsheng, the one-word electric sword.

The person in front of him is Wen Baoyi, the thunderbolt iron ruler who is the best at using a green steel ruler among the four generals.

Facing the questioning of the Confucian, Wen Baoyi didn't care, but instead raised a pair of blue and faint iron rulers in his hand, and said unhurriedly: "Liu Shanchang, you misunderstood, today is just my Murong family, just to be a witness, and the one who really has something to do with your academy is the Xiao Zhai master next to me." ”

Xiao Jiangfeng, the second master of Jiuzhai and Twelve Docks, walked out at this time.

"Liu Shanchang, it has been several months since the Holy Son of Heaven issued the order of folding knives.

Although your Taiwei Academy is a place to study, but the disciples in it also carry swords, why didn't you carry a sword order as required by the Holy Son of Heaven? ”

Liu Haowen squinted at the village owner with his eyes, and sneered, "What do you know about a reckless man from a water lord?"

The six arts of the gentleman, the sword and the sword are also one of them, this is the law since ancient times, my Confucian students are righteous and sword-wearing, how do you want to be restricted by the folding knife order? ”

Xiao Jiangfeng sighed, "I'm afraid it's up to you to decide, in the Son of Heaven's folding knife order, but it is clear, but anyone who holds a sword needs to have a knife order, if there is no such order, it should be killed." ”

As he spoke, with a slight wave of his right hand, dozens of blue-suited disciples poured into the academy, surrounding all the teachers and students of Taiwei Academy.

Such a provocation, even if Liu Haowen has a good cultivation, it is difficult to tolerate these people attacking the academy, and he immediately rushed to the crown in anger, and his righteous anger rose into the sky, "Bold Xiao Jiangfeng, even if there is anything wrong with my Taiwei Academy, it must be dealt with by the imperial court and the Holy Son of Heaven, you are reckless, how dare you lead troops to break into my academy?" ”

"Liu Shanchang is wrong, I, Xiao Jiangfeng, don't want to enforce the law for the imperial court and dispose of your Taiwei Academy, but according to the decree of the Holy Son of Heaven, I came here to fight for the sword order."

Xiao Changfeng smiled coldly, and another person walked out from behind him, but it was Hong Xiuquan, the master of the four villages.

"Good! Good! Good! Looking at Wen Baoyi, Xiao Jiangfeng, and Hong Xiuquan, Liu Haowen suddenly understood, and three good words in a row showed the anger in his heart.

"It seems that Murong Chun's old thief, finally can't wait, you are clearly saying that you want to fight for the knife order, but in fact, you have secretly reached an agreement a long time ago to help Murong Chun's old thief get rid of my Taiwei Academy, right?"

Liu Haowen, who is poor, is not an old Confucian who is stupid in reading, plus he also knows a lot about the origin of the Murong family, and he has contact with the Murong family some time ago, so he immediately thought of the motive behind their behavior.

Taiwei Academy is also the location of the Great Confucian and Taoist Sect of the previous dynasty, which is quite similar to Moshi Villa, but it is temporarily dormant waiting for the opportunity.

Since the Murong family couldn't recover it, it naturally wanted to take the opportunity to get rid of it.

This can not only completely weaken the help of Inkstone Villa before completely attacking Inkstone Villa, but also the best deterrent to other people who are unwilling to join the strength.

"You know what? As long as I wait under the banner of the folding knife order, everything will be done in accordance with the law of the Holy Son of Heaven, and the court will naturally not ask! ”

Wen Baoyi, who had just said that he was out of the matter, saw that Liu Haowen had discovered their plan, and immediately tore off the disguise on his face, and sneered maliciously.

In an instant, the sound of a long knife coming out of its sheath resounded through the academy, and the cold murderous aura spread out like ink.

"Kill! Not a single one to stay! ”

With the order of the three of them, the disciples of Jiuzhai Twelve Docks, who had been prepared for a long time, held the cold long knives and killed the panicked students one by one.

For a moment, blood sprayed and wails were everywhere.

"You dare?"

Several teachers in Taiwei Academy were suddenly shocked and angry, and they all drew their swords at their waists and killed these extremely vicious Shuizhai disciples.

Confucian monks, although mainly studying, but there is also no shortage of people who practice martial arts, once these teachings participate in the battle, the offensive of Jiuzhai and Twelve Docks is immediately suppressed.

It's just that this time Jiuzhai Twelve Docks and the Murong family did it intentionally, and they had already made all preparations, and immediately a few black-clothed and masked figures rushed into the crowd from the darkness and confronted these teachers.

Obviously, these black-clothed people are the manpower prepared by the Murong family.

As for the Taiwei Academy, Liu Haowen, who cultivated to the highest mountain, was also surrounded by Wen Baoyi, Xiao Changfeng and others at this time.

Liu Haowen frantically urged Haoran to be righteous, and the sword in his hand was full of strength, and his body was like an iron bucket.

But even so, it was difficult to defeat the siege of the three masters.

Wen Baoyigui is one of the four great generals, and his "Divine Thunder and Shocking Changes" magic power burst violently, like a thunder roaring in the sky.

The sword qi of Confucianism, which was prompted by the righteousness of the Confucian sect, also shook back and forth under the indestructible thunder energy, and it couldn't help but crumble.

And Xiao Jiangfeng and Hong Xiuquan are also easy people.

Once Xiao Jiangfeng's "Long Wind Sword Momentum" unfolds, it is endless, accumulating more and more, and finally like a hurricane roaring in the sky, it brings thousands of waves of light and sword qi, which impact on the sword qi like rain hitting plantains, constantly consuming the power in it.

Hong Xiuquan uses the chessboard as a weapon and the chess pieces as a hidden weapon, smashing or shooting, with endless changes, and it is even more treacherous and difficult to prevent.

The cultivation of the three of them is similar to Liu Haowen, and under repeated attacks, Liu Haowen can only barely hold on to himself, but it is difficult to have any backhand to spare.

There is a way that cannot be rigid for a long time, soft and unkeeping, and if you suffer for a long time, you will lose.

Under a fierce siege, the sword qi in Liu Haowen's hand finally collapsed.

Just when this white-haired Confucian was secretly trying to avoid the three weapons that had been attacked, a gorgeous red silk flew out in the darkness nearby.

The red silk is as agile and fast as a snake, and the timing of the attack is extremely good, so in a flash of light, it entangled Liu Haowen, who was about to retreat.

Although this red silk is silky, it is extremely tough, and there is a strange layer of pink true qi attached to it, which is not only difficult to break, but also makes the hands and feet of the bound person sore.

Liu Haowen secretly said that it was not good, and he saw that the strong wind was whistling in his ears, and the iron ruler, the long sword, and even the chessboard all smashed into his body for a while.

In an instant, flesh and blood flew sideways, and a generation of Confucian scholars was calculated and died like this.

When the energy dissipated, Hua Xiangrong, who had secretly attacked, came out of the darkness, leaving only a dark and cold skeleton at the scene.

This is the Confucian iron backbone, and the iron bones are harder than fine iron, and even the sword is difficult to hurt in the slightest.

As soon as Liu Haowen died, Taiwei Academy could no longer resist the massacre of Jiuzhai and Twelve Docks, and in just ten minutes, the huge Gu Humble Academy became a flesh and blood mixing field.

The originally faint white mist unconsciously turned red, and there was a rich smell of blood around it.

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Under the moonlight, Xue Yue urged Jin Yangong with all his might, his body walked like the wind, and he never stopped all the way, and finally rushed to Taiwei Academy when the moon was in the sky.

But just when he was full of joy and the secret path finally arrived, he suddenly stopped outside the gate of the academy.

The night was beautiful, and the hazy moonlight was as white as frost, reflecting in the stream outside the academy, like a layer of silver light.

The academy is also very beautiful, even in the cold and windy winter, the flowers and trees here are also verdant and red.

It's just that Xue Yue saw something ominous from this beautiful night.

Even though the people of Jiuzhai and Twelve Docks have dealt with all the blood stains and entities here, and even used secret medicine to eliminate the smell of blood around them, there is one thing that they can never get rid of.

That's dead air!

The reason why Xue Yue really stopped was because although it looked beautiful here, it was lifeless, faintly revealing a dead air.

It's so quiet that there's not even a hint of noise, which is not normal!

The academy was originally a place of education, not to mention the gathering of righteousness and vitality, but at least it would not be like the ancient mansion in the wilderness.

"What should I do?"

Standing in front of the gloomy gate, Xue Yue was a little hesitant in his heart.

The situation in front of you is definitely not normal, but if you don't go in, what will you do with Moshi Villa?

After standing outside the gate for a long time, he finally sank his mind into the Martial Dao Babel Tower.

After spending the first few times, he now has some bonus points left in his hand.

Originally, he was going to keep it for backup, but now it seems that it must be used here.

The time in the Martial Dao Babel Tower was different from the outside world, and it was only a moment in time, and his closed eyes opened again.

But the difference was that he was already holding a cylinder in his hand at this time.