On May 29 of the third year of Longxing, there were only six days left before the deadline for the relocation of the Song family in the holy decree.

The gate of the Song State Mansion in Hangzhou is closed, and the vermilion plaque symbolizing power on the door eyebrow looks dull at the moment.

In the Heqiu Alley in front of the door, there are figures dressed in green walking by from time to time, as if they intended to let people up and down the Song Mansion know that the Inspectorate has been eyeing here.

At noon, a traveler wearing a hat and a black gauze covered his face passed by, knocked on the side door of the Guogong Mansion, begged for a bowl of water to drink, handed a roll of cloth to the old man who was watching people, and then left in a hurry under the eyes of several people in green.

After a while, there were gunshots in the distance, and it was quiet for a while.

In the deepest part of the backyard of the Song Mansion, the tall Song Guogong and his eldest son Song Yinkai were sitting in the pavilion occupying a corner of the West Lake.

"There is still no news from Tianmu Academy, Taihu Academy has made it clear that it will cooperate with the imperial court......" Song Yinting's face was gloomy, he knew very well that after the change from month to month, the situation in Jiangnan became more and more complicated, and if the Song family acted at this time, I was afraid that they would face the situation of being attacked by the enemy.

Song Yinkai handed the unfolded strip of cloth to his father with both hands, shook his head and sighed: "The saint has calculated that the Confucian sect in the world is like scattered sand. Now that the Song family is in trouble, the Confucian sect in Jiangnan is just standing by and watching, and when the spearhead is aimed at them, I don't know who will stand up for them. ”

Song Guogong took the strip of cloth and glanced at it, only to see that only a short line was written on it: "Eat the king, be loyal to the king." It is the handwriting of Cen Bingwen, the head of Taihu Academy.

"It's human nature. Song Guogong smiled bitterly: "When General Shen was wiped out, my Song family, how could I have helped." ”

"After all, this time is different from the past," Song Yinkai frowned and said: "The change of the month, the saint borrowed Kunlun to cut Confucianism, it is already known to the world, this still has the heart of reluctance and stealing peace, isn't it self-restraint?"

"The world is prosperous and must decline, more than a hundred years ago, Tianmu Academy could compete with the Confucian family in Qufu, and who still takes them in their eyes now. At this time, Taihu Academy, and even West Lake Academy, may also look forward to the fall of our Song family, so that they can one day be the bull ear of the Confucian sect in the south of the Yangtze River. The smile on Song Guogong's face grew cold.

"It's a pity that Qufu is too far ......away," Song Yinkai sighed after a while.

"I'm not afraid of a long road, I'm just afraid of being cold," Song Guogong got up slowly, "Say a thousand ways and ten thousand, there may not be no sober people in the Confucian sect in the world, but no one raises their arms and shouts." ”

"Daddy......" Song Yinkai was slightly stunned when he heard this.

"When the time is right, the husband should be born to die, how can he sit back and wait to be killed. Song Guogong faced the West Lake in May, standing proudly, and his body seemed to exude a heroic aura that had been reined in for an unknown amount of time.

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At noon on the same day, Bu An finally came forward in person and feasted three hundred cultivators in the Dragon Court Palace.

More than 300 people have accumulated a lot of resentment in the past half a month, so they have elected the leader and are waiting for the opportunity to have a showdown with Bu'an.

In their opinion, even if Tianmu Tu Yao's cultivation is not low, and he is not more powerful than the people on his side, if Tianmu Bu Zhidao becomes the emperor of Yingzhou Kingdom, he should also seal the territory and let them be a prince who has been replaced for generations.

At the moment, even Tianmu Tu Yao and Qufu Song Manqiu were not present, only Tianmu Bu Zhidao and Monk Huiyuan came forward, and in front of the three hundred people, the momentum was obviously a lot weaker.

So without waiting for the banquet to start, a Confucian surnamed Li made a difficulty, and asked Bu An to give a clear statement: Is there a way to break the formation, and if not, how to arrange these fellow Daoists to join the formation.

Bu An sat at the front of the main table, straightened his clothes for a long time, and said with a light smile: "I invite you to come over today, in fact, I also want to hear what everyone means, whether you want to leave or want to stay." ”

"How do you say if you want to leave? What do you say if you want to stay? Brother Zhidao always wants to give us an explanation, so that everyone can have a bottom in their hearts, right?" The Confucian surnamed Li doesn't know which academy he came from, and his cultivation is not very good, but he is very good at speaking with one mouth, otherwise he would not be elected by everyone.

"If you want to leave, I will send you on the road, if you want to stay, there is no shortage of three-foot loess in this Longting City......" Bu An smiled lightly.

The Confucian surnamed Li was shocked when he heard this, and said sharply: "Step Zhidao! You invited me today, do you want to play tricks on me?"

Everyone sitting there stood up in unison, as if they were about to do something if they didn't agree with each other.

"Brother Li misunderstood, don't be impatient. Bu An smiled and waved his hand, waved away the palace maids, and then said: "How can I have the spare time to play with you." Today there is a matter that I want to explain to you. ”

When everyone saw that his tone softened, they snorted coldly and sat down again, but their faces were very ugly.

"I've been thinking and meditating hard these days, and I've finally found a way to break the formation," Bu An looked embarrassed: "But my method can only send four hundred people out of the formation......"

"Here alone, there are more than 300 people!" said Confucian, surnamed Li, loudly.

"yes, there are too many people. Bu'an glanced at everyone.

When everyone heard this, they immediately became a little flustered, and when they looked around, they saw the eyes of others looking at them, all of which were a little strange.

Confucian surnamed Li suddenly shouted: "Don't be fooled, everyone! He is trying to kill three soldiers with two peaches, and use the battle as bait to lure us to kill each other!"

Everyone immediately looked towards Bu An, and their eyes clearly revealed vigilance and ferocity.

"Brother Li, you misunderstood me again. Bu An shook his head helplessly, and said with a smile: "How can I be so boring, do I need to use tricks to deal with your rabble?"

Before he finished speaking, there was a heavy sound of the door closing, and everyone turned their heads to look at it, only to see that the iron door of the main hall had been closed deadly, and then the windows everywhere also "banged" shut, and the hall suddenly darkened, leaving only the light of the candle flame and the slow flow of spiritual energy fluctuations in the air.

"It's Jinxuan! We've been fooled!"

"You son-in-law, you dare to plot against us!"

"The prince will have a kind of Xiangning! I will fight with you today!"

In the midst of the uproar, the Confucian surnamed Li had already rushed towards Bu'an first, and when he was in mid-air, he straightened up, his eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

A pitch-black long sword had already pierced into his chest, and it could easily pass through his body!

He didn't even know when this sword was stabbed, and the spiritual power he protected in front of him didn't have any effect...... It wasn't until this moment that he knew that there was no joke in Bu Zhidao, and he really didn't need to use a plan against three hundred people.

In the past half a month, Bu Zhidao has not avoided everyone, but has not been too lazy to care about them. It's ridiculous that everyone tried every possible way to see him, but they didn't expect that he was begging for death.

The candlelight in the hall flickered, blood splashed ten steps, and the terrible screams were terrifying.

Occasionally, someone found a gap in the array, broke the window and escaped, and was also killed by Song Manqiu, who was guarding outside the hall, with an arrow.

On this day, the same massacre was staged on every island in the Three Kingdoms of Water and Heaven, and almost all of the others were spared, except for the twenty-four selected academies.

And the hands of the living are more or less stained with the blood of their colleagues.

In this Shui Tianze country, because of the small difference in the calendar, this day is the first day of June, so this massacre is named "June Blood Sacrifice" and goes down in history. It's just that the details of the massacre have not been written in many words.