After displaying this blood book in public.

Li Xingzhou clasped his hands and covered it on the head and face of the Holy Master.

Seeing this, the eyes of the tribute students shrank suddenly, and the blood on their bodies seemed to freeze in an instant.

When Li Xingzhou on the altar turned around again.

The hoarse voice had changed from the previous high-spirited anger to a deep pathos.

"The Holy Prophet has been disgraced to this point, and I am a disciple of a saint, if I still sit back and watch, how is it different from a pig and a dog? It is the right time to set up a heart for heaven and earth and ask for the lives of all people! Brothers, please enter the imperial city! ”

Any mass movement requires some highly symbolic design.

Good design ignites the blood of the participants.

The energy released is so powerful that even the organizers themselves could not have imagined.

Li Xingzhou's public blood writing and the subsequent act of covering the head and face of the statue of Confucius are such a stroke of genius, and it is this simple act.

But the most accurate stab in the hearts of the tribute students is the most sacred.

The corner that is most intolerable to be teased and touched.

If Li Xingzhou knew that he had put the blood book on Confucius's body.

It will cause such a big movement.

I'm afraid I wouldn't dare to kill him.

The blood that had just congealed suddenly boiled completely in Li Xingzhou's pathetic words.

There were even some younger Gongsheng who had bloodshot eyes and hideous faces.

As soon as Li Xingzhou finished speaking, more than a dozen people rushed to jump on the altar.

The next moment, the wood-carved icon of the Holy Ancestor was invited off the altar, and it was still led by Li Xingzhou.

The tributes inside and outside the gate retreated to both sides to make way.

Grief-stricken, he looked at the icon that slowly passed in front of him.

It's just that this time they can no longer see Kong Sheng's kind and elegant face.

There was only a patch of rough corners, apparently a white cloth that had been temporarily ripped from the clothes.

and the pathetic, piercing eight blood words on the white cloth:

The case of fraud in the field is disgraced to the saint!

Dongfang Qiu and Chen Ping'an, who were staggering over, just walked around the corner of the row house, and they saw this scene from a distance.

"Such a blasphemy against a saint, presumptuous, presumptuous."

The depressed Dongfang Qiu still wants to go and stop these bold tributes.

As soon as his body moved, he was dragged by the little officials who followed.

"The momentum of the riot has been completed, this is more than auspicious, adults think twice, think twice!"

As soon as he heard that he was worried about his life, Dongfang Qiu's already confused mind finally cleared up.

This soberness, and then look at the front of the formation.

There is also the fierce and auspicious exhortation, and I can't take a step under my feet no matter what.

After all, Chen Ping'an has been working in the Sixth Department for many years.

Seeing the situation in front of him, he knew that he couldn't show his face, otherwise he would be eaten raw by these completely red-eyed tribute students.

But he has more things to do, and he sees that he can't do anything here.

Hurriedly summoned the few small officials who had gathered when they first walked.

"You...... Introduce the rapid horse in the courtyard to see the Luoyang Order, explain the situation here, and ask Lord Wu to decide"

"You, quickly go and report to Zuo Yu Lin Wei"

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Here, Chen Ping'an and others are arranging the communication message.

Ji Tu mobilized Luoyang to order his subordinates and Zuo Yu Lin Wei to suppress the rioting Gongsheng as soon as possible.

Over there, Li Xingzhou used the icon as a calling banner.

led the torrent composed of Gongsheng through the courtyard and walked out of the vermilion lacquer gate of the Gongyuan.

At this moment, there are more and more people in Luoyang who are attracted to the excitement outside the Gongyuan by the release of the imperial examination, and there are no longer standing on both sides of the street, and even many people are crowded on the street.

The Tribute Courtyard is a sacred place, and ordinary people cannot enter it.

So these Luoyang people can only wait outside and gossip.

Gossip: How old do you have to be this year's champions?

What does it look like?

I wonder if I can be selected as a flower explorer?

Talking about the rich and powerful families in the city who have a boudoir of the right age, they have to do a lot of work, after all, it is not a very simple thing to draw, or even compete for a new jinshi to be a son-in-law.

The people gossiped while waiting for the results to come out. Who knew that while waiting, he heard a sudden commotion from the Gongyuan that shook the four fields.

The noise was so loud and shocking that the people outside the Gongyuan suddenly quieted down.

Then the people looked at me, and I looked at you, and they all wanted an answer.

It's a tribute house that only scholars can go to!

Now the people staying inside are all handsome people from all over the world who come to the imperial examination, don't scholars pay attention to food and don't talk or sleep, how can there be such an earth-shattering movement?

What's going on?

The people were puzzled, but the uproar in the tribute courtyard became louder and louder, and there was not even a moment of stopping.

Curious, curious.

Just when the curiosity of the people of Luoyang, who came to see the excitement, was hooked to the peak, a strange team walked out of the gate of the Gongyuan.

The team carried a statue, but the statue did not have a face.

It's covered with a white cloth that thorns and, oh my god, those words on the white cloth are hard to write in blood?

Why do you look like this? Person.

Who the hell does this statue belong to?

What are those words?

"You really don't know anything, that's the Gongyuan! Maybe there can be a Buddha inside? As for those eight words...... Alas, what is written? ”

"The case of fraud in the field of science, the saint is disgraced",

The eight words uttered by an old sour man with a white beard trembled.

"Hey, what are you shaking, but tell me what these eight words mean, hurry up"

Similar conversations and discussions arose one after another in the crowd watching the excitement

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Walking out of the tribute courtyard, I looked at the crowds of people in front of me and watched the lively people.

Li Xingzhou's footsteps did not stop, but he screamed loudly and sadly.

"Scholars must be Hongyi, and there is a long way to go"

This is a word that he has learned with great difficulty in the past few days.

This is also the time to use it.

There is not a single tribute who is not familiar with this sentence.

And this sentence is really appropriate at this time.

Li Xingzhou said as soon as he spoke, and the dozen or so carried the holy statue with him.

The young Gongsheng, who were full of blood fever and had no place to vent, suddenly shouted in unison.

"Scholars must be Hongyi, and there is a long way to go"

One to ten, ten to hundred, when the entire Gongsheng torrent has walked out of the Gongyuan.

When he walked on the long street to the imperial city, this shouting was already a spark of fire, shaking through the entire Luoyang.

At that time, it was not far from the imperial examination, and the imperial court had never encountered such a thing.

Naturally, there are not as many coping experiences and means as later generations.

I would never have thought that I would mobilize the army to keep the Gongyuan firmly in the year of Dabi like the later dynasties.

It is precisely because of the lack of experience in dealing with the imperial court.

Therefore, the Gongsheng torrent led by Li Xingzhou went out of the Gongyuan smoothly.

smoothly went up the long street, towards the Xuanren Gate, and headed towards the imperial city.

In the crowd of people on both sides.

The tributes were almost instinctive, making their behavior more decent.

Although it is a team of thousands of people, because it is all tribute.

On the contrary, the formation is well maintained.

After all, this is the cultivation put here.

The crowd of black oppression, the one-color green Confucian clothes, and some loose but not messy formations.

What is more important is the tragic and lonely anger that condenses this team and strongly exudes it.

The aura of tragedy and loneliness condensed by thousands of people is too strong.

So much so that the people watching the excitement on both sides were unconsciously affected by it.

The noise in the crowd spontaneously became smaller and smaller.

Except for the chorus when he first came out of the tribute courtyard.

Now the torrent of young Confucian costumes is mostly in silent motion.

There was only rustling footsteps in the deathly silence.

But it made the tragic and lonely anger more and more intense.

In the end, it even came to the point where there was substance.

Whoever feels it will be angry with it.

Occasionally, occasionally, there will be a cry of "Soldiers must be Hongyi, there is a long way to go" from the procession carrying the icon.

After a few times, all the tributes have become accustomed to it, and together with this sound, everyone should give up.

Shouting and shaking the sky.

But this Confucian classic, which was originally an inspiring and enterprising classic, was now shouted with infinite pathos by thousands of people.

In the crowd of onlookers on both sides.

In such a cry of sorrow to the extreme, but constantly repeated.

The Gongsheng of the young Confucian costume suddenly felt a sense of holiness in their hearts that they had never experienced before.

The holiness of the martyrs!

This pathetic holiness makes them feel like they have transcended themselves.

As a result, the heart is more noble, and at the same time, it is more fanatical!

The truth is in my hands, although there are tens of millions of people, I will go!

The truth is in my hands, I am not afraid of it, I am not afraid of it!

The torrent of silence, the onlookers who have gradually quieted down.

At this time, the main road in the north city was only resounding with the rustling footsteps that made people palpitate.

Silence, silence, not to perish in silence, to explode in silence!

The Imperial City is near!

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Silent procession, rustling footsteps.

The occasional cry of pathos is so strong that it seems to be substance.

Whoever feels it will be angry and angry.

There is also the crowd of people, but there is a silent mountain-like spectator.

With the covered icon of Confucius as the banner.

A torrent of tribute and living in the costumes of the martyrs carries the holiness and fanaticism of the martyrs.

Resolutely march forward, advance towards the imperial city.

In the distance, there was a faint sound of shouting and horses' hooves.

rushed into this long silent street filled with tragic and lonely anger.

The sound of shouts and horses' hooves coming from the side streets on both sides of the long street came so quickly.

It only took a moment for the shouting to be clear.

, which was immediately muffled by the sound of horses' hooves like a dense rain.

The horse stepped on the long street, the sound was fast, and the sound was urging.

Eventually, the long street left and right.

Even the entire northern city of Luoyang was shrouded in the sound of horses' hooves in this dense rain.

The difference is not more than a few breaths,

On both sides of the long street, two people and two horses rushed out.

The two riders who rushed out of the street intersection on the left were dressed in dark soap suits, and their waists were wrapped in red.

The two horsemen rushing out of the street corner on the right were covered in iron armor.

The majestic horse also had a sparkling standard single-hook spear hanging from it.

After the four horsemen rushed out, they ignored the torrent of Qingjin who was moving forward.

He only used the iron ruler in his hand and the shaft of the single-hooked spear to forcibly empty the people at the left and right street intersections.