Although Situ did not show the same fist intent as King Chengjun, the qi and blood in his whole body kept agitating, and his momentum was like a wave, rising steadily. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

There are five different forces in the fist intent of King Chengjun, which are intertwined with each other, and they are varied, and they also contain the Tao of the five emperors of ancient times, occupying a majestic momentum.

It's like a heavy wave crashing into the waves, whether it's a tall building or a mountain, it will be submerged by the waves.

It's like a volcanic eruption, indescribably violent.

Situ is like an old turtle entrenched in the deep sea, and like a seed buried deep in the ground, the life of the whole body is locked in the body, and it seems to be downwind, but in fact it is static braking.

Cheng Jun's face was a little strange. Situ Xing's body is like cotton, and like a swimming fish that does not spare his hands, although his momentum is as violent as a river, but there is a feeling of not being able to do anything at all, as if a heavy punch is in the air, and there is a little suffocation in his chest.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill us all!"

"Even if you kill us, you can't stop the mouths of all beings in the world!"

"Reckless!"

"If we are waiting for fame, how can you take away the powerful with a word?"

"If that's the case, what else can I do to get famous?"

"It's okay if you don't take this imperial examination!"

Seeing that the king of Chengjun was strong, he ignored the petition and opposition of Confucianism, and insisted on depriving Situ of his fame for "trumped-up" reasons.

The Confucian scholars, who had been watching from the wall, were also enraged.

Although King Chengjun's behavior seems to be a personal grudge with Situ Xing, it actually touches the bottom line of the Confucian scholars, and if the powerful can deprive the Confucian of their fame at will.

Then the privileges of the Confucian class will be gone.

As Situ Xing said, the king of Chengjun can deprive him of his fame today, and the prince of other counties in the future, can the prince also deprive them of his fame at will?

So what are they doing with ten years of hard work?

No matter how much they are dissatisfied with Situ in their hearts, they must stand by Situ today.

Situ Xing looked at the Confucian students who shared the same hatred and hatred, and the angry Confucian students, as well as the iron-faced King Chengjun, and a trace of pride flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Spring is approaching, and Confucian scholars gather in Beijun.

In Situ Xing's view, these people are like the angry youths of later generations, who like to excite words and criticize politics.

And it is very easy to be guided, like a powder keg, as long as a spark, it can explode.

It is precisely because of the whole reason that the entire northern county is loose outside and tight inside, and there are secret agents and officials everywhere, lest there be mass incidents.

"It's okay if you don't take the test!"

"No test!"

"Such a dynasty is not worth our service!"

There are even Confucian scholars who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and they took off the scarf on the top of their heads to symbolize their status and fell heavily to the ground.

"It's a big rebellion!"

"It's really a big rebellion, how dare you do this?"

The moment the scarf fell to the ground, King Chengjun's face couldn't help but turn blue. The scarf was a symbol of Confucian status and a grace of the imperial court.

Only those who have passed the children's test are eligible to wear them.

To some extent, this small scarf also symbolizes the imperial court.

Now there are Confucian scholars who throw their scarves on the ground, which is tantamount to slapping him in the face with the palm of his hand for King Chengjun, who is a family member in the world.

"You guys!"

"How dare you take off your scarf. This king must deprive you of your fame!"

"What a rebellion!"

King Chengjun saw that one by one Confucian students threw away the scarves on their heads, and criticized him, his eyes couldn't help shrinking, his face was even reddered, his whole body was roaring with qi and blood, his five fingers contracted, and his fists were pinched, he was confident, he only needed a light touch, he could kill all the guys in front of him like flies, but his fist did not dare to swing out.

Why?

The group of Confucian scholars is really special.

Even if Emperor Qianpan is dealing with his affairs, he is also cautious, such as cooking small fresh, for fear of causing a big mess.

"Enough!"

"Nonsense!"

"Pick up the headscarves!"

"Ten years of hard study in the cold window, isn't it just to become famous in one fell swoop, how can you give up easily!"

"Even if you regard fame and fortune as dung, you must also consider the feelings of your family, and gaining fame can not only seal your wife and son, but also glorify the lintel. ”

Huo Feiran, the governor of North County, said softly, but it seemed to be whispering in everyone's ears, surprisingly clear.

"Don't mess around!"

King Chengjun looked at it with a red face, and his eyes were full of anger. Huo Feiran made an understatement and revealed everything as soon as he said nonsense.

The Confucian scholars all showed a thoughtful look on their faces, and when they thought of their parents, wives and children at home, their emotions became much more stable.

Huo Feiran, the governor of Beijun, saw that the mood of the Confucian students had become stable, and someone picked up the towel from the ground one after another, and his eyes couldn't help but show a trace of satisfaction.

Only then did he turn to King Chengjun, who was red and had an angry look in his eyes, and said with some reprimand:

"There is no excuse for the sin that you want to add!"

"When will Da Qian's trumped-up crime deprive people of their fame?"

"You!"

King Chengjun was reprimanded by Huo Feiran, the governor of Beijun, and his face couldn't help but show a trace of surprise, in his impression, Huo Feiran was dull, as if he had been polished handles, and there were no edges and corners at all.

Not to mention the edge.

Do not seek merit, but seek no fault.

King Cheng Jun and his character are just the opposite, young, domineering, and strive for perfection in everything with Emperor Qianpan as an example.

Because of the relationship between their personalities, the two will inevitably clash.

But when the king of Chengjun disagreed, Huo Feiran would endure it and retreat.

Under the deliberate management of the king of Chengjun, for a period of time, the northern county only knew that there was a county king, but did not know that there was a governor.

However, today, Huo Feiran was unexpectedly sharp, like an unsheathed sword, reprimanding and beating himself in public.

"How is this possible?"

"How could he have changed so much?"

King Chengjun looked at Huo Feiran in disbelief, as if he had just met, and there was indescribable strangeness and surprise in his eyes.

Huo Feiran is still like that, his body is thin and his temples are gray, but his eyes have changed a lot, no longer cloudy, no longer dull.

On the contrary, it is as sharp as an eagle falcon, and there is an ambition that is difficult to hide.

He really didn't expect that a poem by Situ Xing would make Huo Feiran's heart rekindle his fighting spirit.

"Humph!"

"Situ is punished without a master, slandering the monarch, and naturally should be deprived of his meritorious name in order to set an example. ”

After King Chengjun was stunned, his eyes also became sharp, and he stared at Huo Feiran's eyes without fear.

"Although the turtle has a long life, its life will eventually come to an end, and although the snake can fly through the clouds and fog, it will eventually die and turn to ashes. Although the old Maxima crouches by the manger, his ambition is still galloping thousands of miles, and the spirit of the Top Gun will never stop even in his old age. The length of a person's life span is not only determined by God, but also by taking care of the body and mind, it will surely prolong life. I'm really lucky to express my thoughts and feelings through singing. ”

"Where is the great rebellion?"

"There's no need ... ”

"There is no excuse for the sin that you want to add!"

Huo Feiran, the governor of North County, had eyes like eagles and falcons, and his arms were outstretched, like golden eagles spreading their wings. The momentum around him has skyrocketed, and he has not fallen behind at all.

"You!"

Huo Feiran didn't give an inch, although his body was dry, but his voice was surprisingly loud, the whole person was like a bullfight, Chengjun Wang's heart couldn't help but rise a trace of irritability, the aura of his whole body kept rising, and the dragon above his head let out an angry roar.

Not to be outdone, the red unicorn in Huo Feiran's head let out an earth-shattering roar.

"Situ is a great rebellion, and he should be deprived of his fame!"

"Unnecessary!"

The two looked at each other like fighting cocks, and the air currents that were invisible to everyone collided in the air.

Burst!

Burst!

Burst!

The flowers and plants on the ground, small pebbles, etc., are constantly swaying and rolling in the air current.

King Chengjun looked at Governor Huo Feiran with a gloomy face, as well as Situ Xing, whose whole body was dry but his spirit was surprisingly vigorous.

Huo Feiran, the governor of Beijun, and Situ Xing were also not afraid, and their faces returned as usual.

King Chengjun's eyes were cold, like an enraged dragon.

The Governor of North County has blazing eyes, like an angry unicorn, looking up to the sky and roaring.

Situ Xing's eyes are firm, he is not as noble as the king of Chengjun in terms of blood, and he is not as prominent as the governor of Beijun in terms of official position, but he has overcome obstacles along the way and never gives up. Even under the catastrophe, he dared to win the heavenly half, and the general trend has been achieved. There is a fierce and undefeated aura all over the body.

Although the aura on the body of King Chengjun and Huo Feiran, the governor of North County, was strong, it was not enough to shake his will.

"Situ Xing, today's matter will be the center of the book. ”

"If you don't have a monarch, you should be punished!"

"Let's go!"

King Chengjun couldn't help Huo Feiran for a while, and his face couldn't help but become more gloomy. The cold gaze stayed on Situ Xing's face for a long time, as if to imprint his cheeks firmly in his heart, and then led Confucius and the others to turn around and leave.

"Humph!"

Governor Huo Feiran's face also had a trace of coldness, and when he saw King Chengjun threatening Situ to be punished, he couldn't help but snort coldly.

"Today's events will also be in the book. ”

"King Chengjun deprived him of his fame on trumped-up charges and trespassed!"

King Chengjun's pace couldn't help but stagnate, and his face couldn't help showing a hint of shame and anger. But he quickly controlled his emotions and continued without looking back.

Several Confucian scholars were gray-faced, and some of them followed behind King Chengjun, obviously today's events made them break their spirits, and they were not a small blow.

"Twists and turns!"

"Reversal!"

"I thought Situ was going to be stripped of his fame?"

"yes!"

"Who would have thought that King Chengjun would be helpless to be a child. ”

"That's because of the relationship between Huo Feiran, the governor of North County, if it is an ordinary child, how can he resist the power of King Chengjun?"

"Who said no, these powerful people are too presumptuous!"

"Dare to deprive Confucian students of their fame on trumped-up charges!"

"Who says it isn't!"

Just when everyone thought that the matter was over, Huo Feiran, the governor of Beijun, made a brazen move and overwhelmed Chengjun Wang, and the situation in Beijun gradually became clear.

A very abrupt voice suddenly sounded.

"King Chengjun, please stay!"