"Lao Ji is in the woods, and his ambitions are thousands of miles!"

"The martyrs are in their twilight years, and their hearts are strong!"

Dressed in a red robe, wearing a crown on his head, gray hair, and a little cloudy eyes, Huo Feiran, the governor of Beijun, chewed quietly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He seemed to be stuck in a memory.

Chen Ping's broad palm pressed against the hilt of the knife, and he was like a personal guard, and like a shadow. His eyes were alert to look around, but the long knife in his hand would come out of its sheath if there was danger.

"The twilight of a martyr!"

Huo Feiran thought of himself in the mirror, and a trace of emotion couldn't help but appear in his heart.

At some point, snowflakes climbed up his sideburns, and furrows appeared on his face.

I don't know when, his whole body was full of twilight, he lost his fighting spirit, and he put all his thoughts on the landscape.

At some point, he was like an old turtle, shrinking his whole body into a thick turtle shell.

At some point, his heart became more old, and he lost the strength of his youth.

It can't go on like this.

However, today I heard Situ's "Turtle Although Shou".

The fighting spirit in his heart, the blood in his heart, reawakened.

Even his eyes, which were usually cloudy and looked like an old man, became bright again little by little.

"The old man's heart is not old, and the old man's knife can still kill!"

Huo Feiran, the governor of Beijun, looked at King Chengjun who was shrouded in armor with his eyes like knives, and his heart burned with a raging fighting spirit.

The red unicorn in his head stood up abruptly, although he was still old, but the twilight on his body was gone, and he saw him roaring and provoking the dragon that symbolized the king of Chengjun.

Like an aggressive lion, it keeps roaring and announcing the scope of its territory.

The dragon on the top of King Chengjun's head was also enraged, and the huge dragon head poked out, opened its scarlet mouth, exposed its sharp teeth, and kept roaring.

Chen Ping stood and watched Huo Feiran's rickety body rise little by little, and the momentum of his whole body was also rising like a sesame seed, and finally he even fought against the king of Chengjun without falling behind.

His eyes couldn't help but moisten, with indescribable joy and excitement.

The former so-called iron-fisted governor is back, and the sky in North County is about to change.

I don't know how many heads are going to land!

But, so what?

The governor will turn into the sharpest long knife and cut off all thorns.

"If you want to add sin, why should you do it?"

"If you want to add sin, why should you do it?"

"If you want to add sin, why should you do it?"

Situ Xing's words seemed to have their own repetition function, constantly echoing in the air, and also sounding over and over again in everyone's hearts.

King Chengjun stood there with a gloomy face. Because he noticed that the way the people looked at him became a little strange.

Although the Confucian scholars did not approve of Situ Xing's behavior, thinking that he was too radical and did not conform to the Confucian golden mean, it cannot be denied that Situ Xing was the leader among the Confucian scholars in Beijun, and some people even said: Beijun has ten fights of literary spirit, and Situ Xing has eight fights.

The fame of Situ Xing's ten years of hard work was taken away by King Chengjun, and many Confucian students inevitably felt a sense of sadness in their hearts.

Of course, it's more of a fear.

I am afraid that one day, I will offend the powerful like Situ Xing, and the fame I gained after ten years of hard work will be taken away by a word.

"We are the children of saints, the protégés of the Son of Heaven. ”

"An Neng broke his eyebrows and bent his waist to deal with the powerful, which made me unhappy!"

Seeing that there was a faint fluctuation in the eyes of the Confucian students, Situ Xing raised his clenched fists high, and his voice was full of agitation.

"Good poetry!"

"Good poetry!"

"Good poetry!"

"Although it is only half a que, it has exhausted the backbone of my scholar. ”

"An Neng broke his eyebrows and bent his waist to deal with the powerful, which made me unhappy!"

One by one, the Confucian students seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, their faces suddenly turned red, their lips trembled, their eyes were full of excitement, and they roared loudly.

"It's so arrogant!"

"King Chengjun is not a scholar and politician, nor is he a prince of the court, what qualifications do you have to deprive Situ of the scarf of the sentence in one word!"

"That's it!"

"If everyone in the powerful is like this, what books do we still read, and what imperial examinations do we take?"

"That's right!"

Situ Xing saw that everyone's emotions had been mobilized, and there was a faint look of worry and fear in his eyes. Looking around, after everyone had all their eyes on him, he paused one by one, and said in a voice full of grief and indignation:

"Today, King Chengjun deprived his Zhenguo of his reputation on trumped-up charges, and he may not deprive you of your reputation on trumped-up charges in the future!"

"We followed the teachings of the saints, and we studied hard for ten years to have today's status, but we were easily deprived by the powerful on trumped-up charges. ”

King Chengjun's face suddenly turned pale, and he was heart-wrenching!

Situ Xing's words are really heart-wrenching, and they also point to the sore spot of many Confucian students, as Situ Xing said, today's King Chengjun can deprive Situ of his fame on trumped-up charges.

The coming day can also deprive everyone of their fame, so what is the point of them studying hard for ten years?

Not to mention them, even the Confucian scholars who were the king of Chengjun and were willing to be lackeys under their doors also had complicated colors in their eyes.

Heartbreaking!

Situ's words are too damning!

The Confucian students looked like cats whose tails had been stepped on, and their expressions became nervous. There was even more hatred and hatred brewing in his eyes.

"You crazy life, you dare to bully orphans like this, do you really think that this king will not dare to kill you?"

Cheng Jun saw that the scene was a little out of control, so he simply disregarded his face and wanted to kill Situ with one punch. The qi and blood in his whole body shook like a river, and five ancient emperors appeared behind him.

His fists clenched slightly, and the colorful energy was rapidly converging, the starting form of the Five Emperor Dragon Fist.

But how could Situ Xing let him get his wish, if it was before, Situ Xing was really not the opponent of Chengjun Wang, but now he has already broken through the innate martial artist, and his combat power is close to the martial arts master.

Moreover, he killed the Earth Immortal Jade Qingdaoist, faced the catastrophe without dying, and broke the shackles of fate, with a momentum like a rainbow.

Victory after victory has made his soul complete, and the momentum of his whole body is indescribably high-pitched, and the general trend has been achieved.

He was now like an unsheathed sword, indescribably sharp.

It is precisely because of this general trend that Situ Xing acted indescribably directly, and even in the face of King Chengjun, he did not have any fear in his heart.

And in the face of the difficulties of King Chengjun, he didn't swallow his anger, or pursued the golden mean, and was with the light, but seemed to be stunned and blatantly attacked.

It gives people a sense of impulsiveness, paranoia, and sharpness.

It is disliked by many Confucian students who believe in the golden mean and are the same as the light.

On the other hand, King Chengjun was declared by the Holy Decree, deprived of military power, suppressed by the governor Huo Feiran, and abused by the mouth of Confucianism, and suffered heavy blows one after another, and he had long lost the sharpness he had before.

Under the elimination of the other, Situ Xing is really not afraid of becoming the king of the county.