Chapter 8 is like a prison, and a knife is like a knife

The giant claws extended infinitely and became larger, with an unpleasant fishy smell, and in an instant, they were dozens of meters long and covered the sky and the sun.

However, before the giant claw could catch it, a figure had already leapt forward.

The figure looks old, with fluttering hair, who is it not Pang Fuzi?

Zhang Yang couldn't help but be shocked.

Although he had already accepted the magic of this world, he couldn't imagine that it was so magical.

Not only him, but even the students next to him also looked at the sky.

Of course, most students don't dare to look at each other.

Ordinary students have not experienced the baptism of fame and cultivated the aura of Haoran, so they naturally can't withstand the huge pressure from above.

Above the sky.

Pang Fuzi's feet stepped on the void, his eyes widened angrily, and his right hand was already holding a brush for some time.

"Evil beast!" Pang Fuzi shouted: "The flat-haired beast also dares to come to the blue field to spread wild?"

As he spoke, he tapped the brush in his hand, and a cloud of ink came from the tip of the brush.

The ink color kept changing, and in an instant, it turned into a long ink-colored rope and wrapped around the giant claw.

The giant claw was immediately stunned, and was trapped by the long rope.

"Who are you?" the giant claw failed to break free of the long rope after several strokes, and the dark clouds around it suddenly dissipated, but a black and shiny giant eagle was soaring with its wings.

I saw that its eagle eyes were staring at Pang Fuzi, as if it wanted to see through Pang Fuzi, and said coldly: "Painting the ground as a prison, hehe, I can't imagine that a small Qinghe Town actually hides a dragon and a crouching tiger, but I don't know who Zun Ke is?"

Painting the ground as a prison is the method used by Fang Pang Fuzi, and the main purpose is to trap the enemy.

The extraordinary ability of the giant eagle has long been the climate, but he does not dare to easily face an old Confucian who can take off the air and paint the ground as a prison.

"The road is uneven, Pang people step on it!" Pang Fuzi reported to his home, but his hand did not stop, and the brush on his right hand was a glance towards the giant carving, and then all of them could see a big knife appearing.

The big knife cut through the sky, like a knife of lightning and the air made a "zizi" sound of breaking the air, and in the blink of an eye, it slashed towards the giant eagle.

Where does the giant eagle not know how powerful?

However, his right claw had already been firmly trapped by Pang Fuzi but he couldn't break free at all, and in a hurry, the other claw clawed down towards the right claw, directly breaking the right claw, and at the same time, the wings fanned dangerously and dangerously avoided the long knife.

It's just that even so, the Ling Yan knife qi brought by the long knife still cut a long hole in its body, and the hairiness flew for a while.

It wasn't until it flew back more than 100 meters that the giant eagle snorted: "It turned out to be you, an old horseman, who was rumored to have been suppressed by the court and returned to your hometown, but you didn't want to live in seclusion here." But I want you to be a dignified Confucian and end up like this when you get old, are you still willing to be a lackey of the Tang Dynasty? ”

"Hmph! Don't want to sow discord!" Pang Fuzi was not moved at all, and said with a smile: "The old man has a bright and upright life, although he has a gap with all the great Confucians, it is just an academic dispute, and it is not your turn to talk about it! Sage Yun, if you are not of my race, your heart will be different, and if you are not of my race, your heart will be punished! Since you dare to come to my land of China, don't think about going back!"

said that it was too late, and before the giant eagle could react, Pang Fuzi brushed three strokes in a row, and the long knife formed by the three mighty qi flashed away, and disappeared without a trace after passing through the giant eagle.

"You ......"

The giant eagle wanted to speak, but it was stuck on the spot.

Even the flapping wings slowly stopped flapping, and they fell down with a thud.

At this time, a figure in the western sky also shot at a hurry, and flew directly to the front of Pang Fuzi not far before stopping.

Although there were about 30 people who came, because he was standing in the clouds, he couldn't see his appearance clearly, but he was wearing a black sand on his head and a dark green long-distance runner, and he looked like a dignified seven-grade civil official.

"Student Zhang Wenyuan has seen Master Pang!" Zhang Wenyuan, as the owner of Lantian Bo Youyou, is a demon in the territory, he naturally needs to come in person, but he didn't want him to run the fastest, but he didn't catch up, glanced at the carved corpse that fell to the ground, and immediately saluted Pang Fuzi.

"Let's go down and talk!" Pang Fuzi smiled and nodded, which was regarded as a salute from Zhang Wenyuan, and then looked at the dust and smoke who was riding a horse in the distance and said: "It seems that it should be the commander of Lantian County and the military marquis in the county has arrived, and we should greet it!"

With that, the two of them drifted down to the academy.

As soon as he landed, Zhang Wenyuan leaned down and bowed, and said with some excitement: "Congratulations to Master Pang for revising the three-character scripture and winning the holy approval!"

Pang Rentao was a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy before entering the Ministry of Rites in his early years, and he also served as a doctor of Guozijian, although he was not Zhang Wenyuan's teacher, but he also taught him a lot of knowledge, and it was reasonable for Zhang Wenyuan to be respected as a Pang teacher.

Of course, this is not the most critical, the key thing is that Zhang Wenyuan and Pang Ren are almost the same.

Although he is also a disciple of Confucianism, the more profound he is, the more he doubts about what the ancient sages said, so even if the teacher is famous and writes the famous article of "Famous Fu", he is only sent to be a seven-grade master.

If it is someone else, if he changes his qualifications, even if he can't enter the ministry as a langzhong, he can at least be in charge of the party.

It is rumored in the world that the reason why Pang Fuzi lived in seclusion in Lantian was mainly because of the old relationship with the county order urging Yuen Long, but in fact, it was mainly because of Zhang Wenyuan.

After all, the two of them smell the same, and in their spare time, they have a glass of turbid wine and a book, and they sit and discuss.

"Hahaha!" Pang Ren stepped on it and laughed, stretched out his hand to enrich Zhang Wenyuan, and said with a smile: "Wenyuan guessed wrong, this person who won the holy approval is not an old man, but someone else!"

"Who else?" Zhang Wenyuan was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes looked at the students in the academy.

Pang Ren stepped on it and said that it was not him, then it was definitely not him, in Zhang Wenyuan's opinion, if there was anyone in Lantian County who could revise the sage's scriptures, it would only be the students of Qinghe Academy.

There is a teacher who deviates from the scriptures, this student..... More or less with a little bit of character!

At that moment, Zhang Wenyuan looked at Liu Duanyang.

To say that there are many students present, there are only three or two who can be regarded as a little knowledgeable, and Liu Duanyang is one of them.

And Liu Duanyang is not only extraordinary in his own learning, but also from a scholarly family, which can be said to be a family origin, and only one person in the entire academy can go against it.

However, the other person is not a child, in the courtyard, in Zhang Wenyuan's opinion, it is obviously Liu Duanyang.

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Liu, but it's gratifying!" Zhang Wenyuan looked at Liu Duanyang and smiled at Pang Fuzi: "Master Pang's painstaking training of all the junior brothers over the years has finally not been in vain, and with Senior Brother Liu's holy approval, I think that other Confucians will no longer talk about our deviance!"

It's just that Zhang Wenyuan didn't notice that Liu Duanyang's whole face at this time had already turned into a bitter melon, where was there still such a heroic appearance as before?