The Confucian scholars looked at the cold sword soldiers, as well as the armor soldiers who formed a formation, and were pounced on by the evil and cold air, and instinctively felt afraid. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 There was also a hint of retreat in Info's eyes. It's just that for the sake of face, I don't know what to do for a while.

As King Chengjun thought, although these Confucian scholars have the courage to write and have the sword in their hands, they are all born in peace and happiness, grow up in the hands of women, and have no blood.

How can it be compared to a soldier who is full of killing?

Seeing the fear in the scholar's eyes retreating, King Chengjun's eyes couldn't help but rise with a trace of disdain.

Even if they have great strength, they will always be weak without a strong heart!

"Forward!"

The soldier wearing the captain's uniform was instructed by King Chengjun and said in a cold voice.

"No!"

"No!"

"No!"

The armor leaves rubbed, and the armor soldiers formed a phalanx, pressing forward like a wave. Confucian courage has long been captured by the sword soldiers, where can he dare to stop it.

They all subconsciously retreated to both sides, for fear of being injured by the sword soldiers, and occasionally there were a few hard-boned Confucian students, but they were really alone, and they had no experience in combat, and before they finished reciting the battle poem, they were stunned by the armor soldiers who were waiting for the battle with the handle of the knife.

King Chengjun didn't look at the Confucian who fell to the ground like a stake, and couldn't help but shake his head secretly, although his courage was commendable, but his approach was too stupid.

If it's on the battlefield. How can the enemy give you time to recite war hymns?

At first glance, it has not been tempered.

Truly experienced Confucian scholars would hide in the distance, or read war poems under the protection of their colleagues.

Definitely not exposing yourself to the enemy's sight. Because to do so would mean being exposed to the arrows of the opposing crossbowman, which is very unwise. It's also very easy to die.

When the Confucian student in the back saw the Confucian student in front of him fall to the ground, his face couldn't help but change greatly, and then his eyes shot out with anger, and he shouted loudly:

"The armor really dared to kill the Confucian students. ”

"King Chengjun, if you do such nonsense, you will definitely be resigned. ”

"We will definitely beat the drum of Dengwen, sue you for the royal writ, and ask Your Majesty to make a holy judgment. ”

A few Confucian scholars in the distance saw someone fall to the ground in front of them, and when they heard the shouts of Confucian students, their faces couldn't help but change greatly, and they didn't care about the others, so they hurriedly turned around and ran towards the city.

"Humph!"

King Chengjun looked at the Confucian students who were bleeding on his head and fell to the ground, his eyes also jumped slightly, but when he heard the threatening words of the Confucian students, his face couldn't help but change greatly. With a cold snort, he quickly moved forward under the escort of the armor soldiers.

Chen Jiuzhang looked at the Confucian who fell to the ground, and the king of Chengjun, whose face was already extremely angry, and his eyes showed hesitation. For a while, I stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do.

Situ Xing was turned his hands behind his back, quietly watching the situation in front of him from the perspective of a bystander, and when he saw that Confucian was knocked unconscious by the arm soldier with the hilt of his sword, his eyes couldn't help shrinking. After pondering for a long time, he said in a clear voice:

"Those who are clear are self-purifying, and those who are turbid are self-turbid!"

"Brothers, please go back, don't make senseless sacrifices!"

The Confucian scholars watched their hands tied upside down, but their bodies were as straight as javelins, and their whole bodies were filled with an indescribable righteousness. I can't help but secretly admire in my heart.

This is the real hero, the big husband. Mencius Zeng Yun: Mighty cannot be bent, wealth cannot be moved.

Confucianism is the most important thing about integrity. Situ Xing's waist was straight, his face was majestic, as if the moon was in the sky, and the others had a sense of eclipsation compared to him.

Even Chen Jiuzhang, who is a great Confucian, has become a background because of hesitation.

The eyes of many Confucian scholars who looked at him also changed subtly, with less respect and more playfulness.

"Situ Zhenguo, we can't see you being slaughtered without making a sound. ”

"If you want to add sin, there is no excuse!"

"We are the descendants of the saints, the protégés of the Son of Heaven, even if the king of Chengjun is the son of the emperor, we can't add swords and axes at will. ”

"That's it!"

"We will defend Mr. to the death!"

The qi and blood in the hearts of the Confucian students were stimulated, and the fear in their eyes was greatly reduced. They took the initiative to stand together, looking directly at the soldiers with swords.

King Chengjun, who was sitting on the carriage, had a slight change of color on his face. He had a bad premonition, as if things were going to get out of his control.

"Once the hardships have been encountered, there are few stars around.

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering, and the life experience is ups and downs.

The panicked beachhead said panic, and the zero ding sighed in the ocean.

Who has not died in life since ancient times? ”

Situ Xing looked at the Confucian student with a face full of righteous indignation, sighed faintly, tears of emotion appeared in his eyes, and his voice was choked and read word by word.

An inch of literary spirit rises suddenly!

The bell in the Gongyuan rang again, and it was another Naruto poem.

Everyone seems to have seen a Confucian ancestor who "cannot be bent by might, and wealth cannot be lewd". In the face of the sword soldiers, he was not afraid.

Sacrifice your life for righteousness!

For the sake of righteousness, one after the other. Like a moth to a fire.

Swords can destroy their bodies, but they can't destroy their spirits.

Their spirit is like a candlelight in the dark, and like a bonfire in the cold, illuminating the darkness and warming people's hearts.

They also saw a grand historical chapter, and the names of these Confucian sages were engraved on the historian artifact "Khan Qing".

Leave a name in history, and it will last forever.

But no one paid attention to those visions. Because their hearts seemed to be struck by thunder, there was an indescribable numbness and emotion.

Especially the last sentence "Who has not died in life since ancient times, leaving Dan to take care of the sweat." It is also a vivid exposition of Confucianism's integrity.

What a Confucian who is not afraid of death!

What a merciful worry to shine on the sweat!

Many Confucian students were stimulated, and they all turned red, looking at the body of Situ who was tied up with flowers, and they couldn't wait to replace him.

"Let go of Sir, you executioners!"

"You pigs and dogs are inferior to things, and you dare to stretch out your black hand to the reader. We are the seeds of reading, taught by the saints, rich and noble cannot be lewd, and mighty cannot be bent, how can we be forced to retreat by your sword soldiers?"

"Come and kill me, take the good head!"

"If you kill a Confucian student today, thousands of Confucian students will stand up in the coming day. ”

One by one, the Confucian students seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, their faces were red, and they were not afraid of the unsheathed sword soldiers in front of them, and they roared with resolute faces.

King Chengjun looked at the Confucian who seemed to be crazy, and he was not afraid of death, and his eyes couldn't help revealing a trace of melancholy. Looking at Situ Ran, who looked pleasant, like a prisoner on an outing, a blazing fire suddenly appeared in his eyes, and there was still a trace of indescribable grievance in his heart.

Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving Dan to take care of his sweat.

It shows the integrity and backbone of the literati. If it is not involving oneself. King Chengjun would definitely applaud Situ Xing's poetry.

But when did the Lone King say that he would kill you?

Even if it is really said, it is just a momentary speech!

How can it be taken seriously?

The arrest is just a deterrent, and as a result, a poem by Situ was punished, and King Chengjun actually had a feeling that it was difficult to ride a tiger.

The pockmarks on this face are not pockmarks, they are simply pits!

"Your Highness ... ”

The battalion wearing the captain's uniform looked at King Chengjun with some hesitation.

With so many Confucian scholars, if there is really a conflict and casualties, I am afraid that the imperial court will be shaken. This responsibility is not something that a small battalion of his can bear.

King Chengjun sat on the top of the car and did not answer immediately, and there was a hint of embarrassment in his eyes.

He naturally knew what the camp was worried about, and this was what he was most worried about.

If the real conflict causes Confucianism to be injured in life and death, it will definitely alarm the center, and Confucianism will be like a hornet's nest that has been stabbed. Even if he is the king of the county, he will be stung.

However, if the petition of the Confucian scholars is fulfilled and Situ is released, it will also be a big blow to his prestige.

Seeing the tears moisten his eyes, his voice was a little choked, but his body was as tall as a javelin. There is an unyielding sentence on the face.

King Chengjun couldn't help but have a headache.

He also thought of Emperor Qianpan's advice to him. In the local area, you can bully the powerful and suppress the generals, but you can easily not offend the scholars.

Although the scholar is cowardly, he has no real power. But their pen is the most powerful.

A soldier uses a knife to kill, and a literati uses a pen to kill.

And it's more ruthless than killing people with swords, because they are punishing hearts!

Doge's Palace

Huo Feiran, the governor of Beijun, who was dressed in a red robe and embroidered with a unicorn on his chest, had a somewhat old body, and his eyes were even more staring at the painting in front of him.

The mountains are stacked on top of each other, moistened by the endless waterfalls, and look extraordinarily verdant.

Sitting next to the waterfall is an old man playing the harp.

The painting is so beautiful that even the furrows on the old man's face can be seen clearly.

"Mountains and rivers meet bosom friends!"

"What an enviable life!"

Governor Huo Feiran's eyes showed a hint of envy, and he said with some emotion.

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Five bells suddenly rang in the air, Huo Feiran raised his head, and his eyes showed a look of listening.

Six bells ring!

It's another poem out of the county!

If it had been before, maybe he would have looked excited. But since there is a Situ Zhenguo!

Narushu poems have made several poems, and everyone is a little surprised by this.

This sentence is really the posture of heaven and man, the watch of the sun and the moon.

It is really enviable to have such a great achievement in the year of the weak crown.

It's not like I'm old. Just wait for the company.

I hope that the North County will be calm, and I also hope that the county king can stop a little, so as not to embarrass himself.

At this moment, a soldier dressed in the clothes of a guard suddenly rushed into the hall, knelt on the ground, and shouted with a somewhat pale face:

"My lord, it's not a good thing. King Chengjun and Confucian Sheng clashed, and heard that there had been casualties. Now the Confucian students in the entire northern county have rioted!"

"More and more Confucian scholars gather in front of the government office, they want to ring the drum, to report to the gods, and even to ring the bell of shock, to invite the demi-saints of the holy mountain to come!"

"What!"

"The Confucian Rebellion in North County!"

"They're going to ring the bell and the drum!"

Huo Feiran, who was wearing court clothes, his eyes shrank instantly, and his face changed even more. The brush in his hand fell, landing on the white paper, leaving a large ink stain.