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Someone even took the initiative to step forward to help the panting Confucian to calm down, and after a while, the Confucian had a bloody face restored. Shouted:

"Oh no!"

"It's a big deal!"

"King Chengjun ordered the Confucian students who stood in the way to be killed. Mr. Situ, I am afraid that Confucianism will be hurt, so come forward!"

"What!"

The crowd that had quieted down just now suddenly seemed to be thrown into a deep pool with a boulder, and suddenly set off a shocking wave.

"King Chengjun really dared to order the slaughter of Confucian students. ”

"Mr. Situ stepped forward to protect Confucianism!"

"King Chengjun is really too deceitful. ”

"We can't afford to be silent anymore. ”

The Confucian scholars' faces suddenly changed drastically, and their eyes were even more angry.

"In the 300 years since the founding of the country, it has never been heard of. ”

"We are all readers, and we should run and shout. Mr. Situ can stand up for Confucianism, and we can stand up for him. ”

"Mr. Situ is a role model for us. ”

"We should follow Mr. Szeto's example. ”

"We are the descendants of the saints, the protégés of the Son of Heaven, and the children of Confucianism. Mr. Situ, as a Zhenguo, has a better understanding of the Holy Dao, and he is not afraid of sacrifice, so why should we be afraid?"

"The people are not afraid of death, and they are afraid of death!"

"King Chengjun perversely, he will definitely be nailed to the pillar of shame in history and scolded by future generations!"

A man who looked like the leader of Confucianism stood up and shouted loudly. His language is very logical and incendiary, and the Confucian students, who had already retreated a little just now, were once again fanned by him.

"The people are not afraid of death, why should they be afraid of death!"

"The people are not afraid of death, why should they be afraid of death!"

"The people are not afraid of death, why should they be afraid of death!"

Governor Huo Feiran looked at the emotional Confucian and wanted to appease, but his words seemed so pale and weak, looking at the situation that was about to get out of control.

The general with the troops had eyes to ask him.

Huo Feiran's eyes showed a hint of hesitation, but in the end he shook his head firmly.

He is not the king of Chengjun.

Moreover, he himself is from a Confucian background, and if he suppresses Confucianism with iron and blood, the consequences will not be something he can bear.

I'm afraid that then it won't be as simple as reading a book and writing a pen. It is very likely to lead to turmoil in the literary world, and even the Holy Mountain may be alarmed.

At that time, not only him, but even his teachers and students will be implicated.

Therefore, he did not dare and could not suppress Confucianism by force. can only be persuaded with good words.

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Just when Huo Feiran was in a dilemma, the bell in the tribute courtyard rang again.

Boom!

Two sounds!

Three times!

Four sounds!

Five sounds!

Out of the county poem, another out of the county poem.

However, this poem does not have a full-fledged literary atmosphere. Instead, a stream of red blood rushed straight into the sky, and the blazing blood stained the sky red, and the whole sky looked like a burning cloud.

There was a flame burning in the air.

"It's!"

Huo Feiran looked up at the sky in surprise. A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, why is there blood rushing into the sky? Confucian poems generally have a rising literary spirit, and if they exceed five inches, there will be a sign of rushing into the sky, but the blood and qi rushing into the sky is really rare, is it a war poem?

The others also looked at the air with confused expressions.

He really couldn't imagine what kind of poetry could bring the blood of the anime sky.

And there is an indescribable fierceness, heroism, and tragedy in this blood.

Many Confucian students were infected by the emotions and shed tears.

"What kind of poems can move me to tears?"

"I actually felt a great love!"

A Confucian student's eyes seemed to touch an onion, and instantly turned red, and the tears could no longer be stopped.

"Heroic and strong, there is also a kind of tragedy!"

"It is as if I have seen countless people who have given their lives for the country he loves!"

"What kind of poem is it that has such a powerful and infectious power?"

An old Confucian clenched his fist tightly, because it was too hard, the sharp nails had pierced his skin, and a trace of blood dripped from the palm of his hand, but he didn't seem to realize it. With a shocked and sluggish face, he looked at the blood in the air like a burning cloud.

Governor Huo Feiran's eyes kept shrinking, and when he saw the direction of the blood and qi rising, he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart. Thinking of Situ Zhenguo's identity, a trace of ominous thoughts couldn't help but rise in his heart.

It can't be that there is some big change in King Chengjun, right?

What a damn one!

What does King Chengjun want to do?

Didn't he know that Confucianism was the cornerstone of the state?

His reckless behavior would only affect the relationship between Confucianism and the imperial court.

Could it be that the Daomen intervened? King Chengjun befriended the Daomen, and he knew about this matter. It's just that he is old and has no heart to fight, so he turns a blind eye.

。。。

"You can't take Mr. away!"

"Mr. Situ is a little sage of Confucianism, and he is also the town of Emperor Qian. What right do you have to hold him? ”

"If you want to take Situ Zhenguo away, step over our corpses. ”

"The people are not afraid of death, why should they be afraid of death!"

One by one, when the Confucian scholars saw that the armor was going to take Situ away from him, they couldn't help but be in a hurry, and stepped forward to block the way of King Chengjun with their bodies.

King Chengjun sat on the top of the car with a gloomy face, for some reason, he always had a faint uneasiness in his heart, and an indescribable irritability.

It's as if something big is about to happen.

And this group of Confucian students kept croaking, which made his already restless heart even more manic, and even his eyes were a little red because of emotional fluctuations, looking indescribably terrifying.

But the Confucian scholars did not seem to have seen them, or even if they did, they did not have the slightest fear.

Because they don't think that King Chengjun dares to risk the world's disobedience and really do such perverse things as leaving scholars in vain.

"King Chengjun, quickly release Mr. Situ. Otherwise, you will be spurned by the world. ”

"King Chengjun, if you go against the grain, you will definitely be despised by the people of the world. ”

"We will definitely record you on the history of the Qing Dynasty and let future generations spurn it. ”

King Chengjun was stimulated by Confucianism, the corners of his eyes kept beating, and the cyan blood vessels on the back of his hands were even more protruding, looking like earthworms and green snakes.

But as the Confucian scholars said, if he really ordered the slaughter, it would surely shake the world.

Confucianism is the first sect in the world, and its power is so great that even Emperor Qianpan is mostly feared, he is just a county king, and what qualifications does he have to compete with Confucianism.

Not far away, there was a big tree with two people hugging each other, the huge crown of the tree opened like a big umbrella, and the branches of the tree were like dragons soaring into the sky.

Dressed in green, the green man stepped on the green leaves, his body seemed to have no weight, the wind blew the treetops, the branches swayed up and down, and his body also floated up and down with the wind.

The eyes of the people of the Blue Lotus Dao were gloomy, as if they were a poisonous snake hidden in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to attack.

Suddenly, the eyes of the Blue Lotus Dao Man couldn't help but froze, because he found that the suppression of the dragon qi on him had been greatly reduced.

What's going on?

King Chengjun is the youngest son of Emperor Qianpan, the respect of the king of the county, and he also clamps the soldiers and horses of the three provinces, and his personality is the most noble. As long as he is, he will be surrounded by dragon spirit.

There is no way to use either spells or witchcraft.

Just now, I had a feeling of being suppressed all over my body, and there was no way to mobilize a trace of mana.

But why is there a sense of relief now, and the burden of thousands of pounds on the body disappears in an instant.

"You're able to mobilize mana?"

There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of the Bi Lotus Dao people. He put his finger in front of his eyes, and his eyes suddenly appeared misty.

I saw a white dragon with its horns plucked out of it rolling in the air in pain, the green clouds on its four claws had already spread, and a trace of black qi seemed to wrap around him like a bone appendage.

"King Chengjun's luck has suffered a heavy blow, and the dragon qi has decayed!"

"It's no wonder that the suppression of Dao art has been greatly reduced. ”

"What happened, King Chengjun's luck has changed from a dragon to a dragon, and he has lost the foundation of fighting for the world. ”

"This matter must be told to the sect as soon as possible. ”

"But since that's the case ... ”

The old man looked at the two sides facing each other, full of gunpowder, as if they could go off fire with just one spark, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a trace of an evil smile.

"If King Chengjun's luck does not suffer a heavy setback, the dragon's qi is favored, not to mention the old way, even the earth immortals can't do anything here. But now Chengjun Wang's dragon qi has been hit hard, from a dragon to a dragon, and there is still resentment, the dragon qi is decaying, and the Taoist art can be somewhat suppressed. ”

"The law is not a nobleman, and the nightmare can't be a nobleman like King Chengjun, but a nightmare can still be done by a soldier. ”

"All it takes is a tiny spark for this huge powder keg to explode. Blow everyone to pieces. ”

"Nightmare!"

The eyes of the old man suddenly became confused, and there seemed to be a huge whirlpool rotating rapidly, and there seemed to be stars echoing each other.

A flash of black light.

The soldier standing at the front was hit by the black air, and his eyes suddenly became hollow and confused.

What's wrong with me?

The armor soldier wearing armor leaves looked at him with a look of horror, although his consciousness was clear, but he strangely lost control of his body.

He could only watch as his palm slowly moved to the hilt.

No!

No matter how he struggled, the long knife was still unsheathed, and it slashed heavily at the emaciated Confucian on the opposite side.

"Thief, you dare!"

"Brute!"

"King Chengjun, you really dare to do such a rebellious thing. ”

The Confucian scholars looked at the cold light falling from the sky, their eyes couldn't help shrinking, and their faces showed shock, unimaginable looks.

The Confucian student standing under the blade seemed to have been frightened stupidly. I watched the blade fall in a daze, and I didn't know how to dodge it.

Standing on the canopy of the tree, the people of the Green Lotus Road couldn't help but show a smug smile.