The ink smudged open, leaving a huge stain on the white paper. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info looks like a beautiful jade with slight flaws, and it seems that there is an extra black birthmark on the pure and moving face of a peerless beauty, which is an indescribable pity.

A good painting was ruined by this stain.

But Huo Feiran didn't have any pity or distress on his face. Regardless of his clothes, Huo Feiran pushed away the armor soldiers, and the whole person rushed out of the lobby at a speed that did not match his age.

"Stop them!"

"Gotta stop them!"

"When you pass the order, you must pay attention to every inch and don't conflict with Confucianism!"

When the soldiers of the Governor's Mansion heard the Governor's order, they bowed their heads and saluted, and then loudly agreed.

"No!"

"No!"

"No!"

The gates of the Governor's Palace were abruptly opened, and a group of armored soldiers rushed out of the mansion under the leadership of the team.

Before the Confucian scholars outside could react, they were cut open, and a few officials in soap clothes stood in front of the Shocking Bell and the Dengwen Drum.

The water and fire sticks in his hands were crossed, and he stood like an angry King Kong. No matter how the Confucian scholars struggled, there was no way to get close.

"This drum is heard to heaven. There is a command from the Holy Father, and no one is allowed to stop it, but if you want to resist it, you can't do it?"

"Or do you want to be on the head?"

A Confucian student was blocked by a stick, looking at the Dengwen drum that was close at hand, but there was no way to beat it, his face couldn't help but change suddenly, and his voice scolded angrily.

The officials who blocked it also showed a hint of hesitation in their eyes.

Although they were ordered by the governor, it was contrary to the hadith to do so. If the above investigates and blames it, it will be confiscated at least and beheaded at worst.

"Stop it all for the old man, it's really insulting, what kind of system is it?"

Huo Feiran looked at the chaotic scene outside, and couldn't help shouting loudly.

He is the governor of Beijun, the second rank of the official residence, and he wears court clothes, so he naturally has an indescribable majesty.

If Situ Xing could definitely see it here, an old man with scaly armor and a red body on the top of Huo Feiran's head was like a burning unicorn roaring to the sky.

And the blue and white mixed luck that represented Confucianism was like a sea, but it was suppressed by the unicorn beast and became calm.

The scene that had been a little chaotic just now suddenly became quiet. Not only Confucian scholars but also armor soldiers, they all subconsciously stopped the movements in their hands and looked at Huo Feiran.

"What the hell is going on? You Confucian students don't have a good chance of studying your homework and coping with the imperial examination. Why are you here to beat the drum?"

"Isn't this Dengwen drum so easy to beat?

Governor Huo Feiran's face was gloomy, and there was even a faint anger in his somewhat dim eyes. Pointing to one of the scholars who took the lead, he asked with some scolding.

The Confucian was not afraid, and stepped forward with his chest straight. watched Huo Feiran retell the cause and effect of the matter.

"You said that Situ actually wrote a holy text. ”

"King Chengjun not only detained Situ Zhenguo, but also wounded and killed the petitioning Confucian students. The two sides are now facing off. ”

Governor Huo Feiran's eyes suddenly showed a hint of surprise, and he asked in disbelief.

"That's true!"

After receiving a positive answer from Confucius, Governor Huo Feiran's heart was like hot water boiling in a pot, constantly boiling. Make holy texts, and the hundred saints will shake. This is a rare auspicious rui, if reported to the imperial court. There will be rewards.

Moreover, the status of Situ Xing will also be greatly improved in Confucianism, and now some people are called "little sages".

King Chengjun was also used to being domineering, and even tied him up in front of Confucianism, and even injured Confucianism who blocked him.

No wonder the entire North County reader was shaken.

This incident is simply poking a giant hornet's nest.

"King Chengjun is too deceitful!"

"We are all seeds of reading, and we are protégés of the Son of Heaven, and he dares to be so humiliated. ”

"Today, we must beat the drum, report to the emperor, and ask the emperor to judge!"

Boom!

Just when everyone was silent, waiting for the governor Huo Feiran to make a ruling, he stood quietly on both sides of the Yamen official residence, and the Dengwen drum, which was covered with good cowhide and could reach the sky, suddenly sounded.

Both Huo Feiran and Confucian were taken aback.

"Who is beating the drum?"

Huo Feiran's eyes jumped suddenly, and he glared angrily, and roared with some anger.

The Confucian scholars were also startled, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the Dengwen drum, only to see that the Dengwen drum actually made a clanging sound without beating.

There's an indescribable weirdness!

。。。。

Situ Xing looked at the Confucian who was lying on the ground, blood covering his face, and moaning constantly, and his eyes and face couldn't help but have a trace of heartache and guilt.

"It's me who has been involved with you in the same year!"

"Today's events are caused by me, so please refrain from doing so in the same year. They are all border soldiers who are killing in the end, and they are ruthless!"

"Don't be bleeding, don't be making fearless sacrifices!"

In the end, tears appeared in Situ Xing's eyes, his voice was even more choked, and he paused several times because of my emotion.

The Confucian scholars were even more moved when they saw Situ Xing's choked demeanor. The sensual ones also left tears, and there were whimpering sounds everywhere.

"Let me go with them!"

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

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

Situ Xing's eyes looked at the sky, a little faint, and a little resolute.

"Mr. Situ can't!"

"Zhenguo, you can't do this!"

"Sage Situ, we can do it!"

"We are the descendants of the saints, and we are the protégés of the Son of Heaven, and we are not afraid of swords. ”

"For the sake of integrity, for the sake of righteousness, even if we are broken, we will not be afraid!"

The Confucian scholars looked at Si Tu, who was full of righteousness and righteousness, and had no fear even if his hands were tied, and they couldn't help but feel reverence in their hearts.

Seeing that Situ was worried about their safety, he actually took the initiative to put the sheep into the tiger's mouth, and he was a little more moved in his reverence.

"Mr. Situ, where righteousness lies, although he dies nine times, he will not regret it!"

"Their sword can slay our flesh, but they cannot extinguish our will. ”

"For the sake of morality, for the sake of integrity, we are willing to die generously!"

One by one, Confucian students had red eyes, and knelt in front of the team escorting Si Tu, with a resolute face.

"We are willing to die generously!"

"We are willing to die generously!"

"We are willing to die generously!"

One Confucian sat on his knees, two Confucian students knelt down, three Confucian students knelt down, five Confucian students, more than a dozen Confucian students, dozens of Confucian students kneeled and sat down, and when he saw a Confucian student kneeling in front of him, he unbuttoned his shirt without fear, revealing his thin chest.

Standing at the front of the team, the battalion wearing the uniform of the captain couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart!

He felt a kind of power.

This power is silent, but it has the power to change the world.

"Are you really not afraid of death?"

King Chengjun looked at the Confucian student in front of him, who was open-chested and exposed, and looked at life and death, his eyes couldn't help shrinking, and even his face became strange.

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

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

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

I don't know which Confucian scholar was the first to say the aphorisms in the Tao Te Ching, and the rest of the Confucian scholars echoed it in unison.

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

King Chengjun looked at the Confucian who was kneeling on the ground, with a will to die. The green tendons on the back of his hands burst out, like earthworms, and he had the intention to kill all these Confucian students.

But he couldn't make up his mind.

"It's the other way around!"

"Where are all your loyal monarchs and patriots?"

"It's all the other way around!"

A grumpy general couldn't help but be furious when he watched Confucius threaten the king of the county with death.

"It's all worth killing!"

Looking at the general who was about to step forward with a blade in his hand, King Chengjun's eyes showed a trace of hesitation, but he still acquiesced in his actions. He also wanted to see if these Confucian scholars were really not afraid of sword soldiers.

Looking at the general with a sword in his hand and a hideous face, the Confucian sitting in front of him did not change in the slightest. Some of them carefully folded the green clothes on their bodies and put them on their chests, as if they were afraid of being stained red by blood.

"I don't believe it, you really don't fear death!"

The general wearing armor leaves, his face was cold, his eyes flashed with fierce light, the long knife was unsheathed, a little frost condensed on the blade, and there were dark red blood spots, obviously this was a murderous soldier who had killed people.

The nail leaves collided with a crisp sound.

The pace of this general is very slow. But every time he fell, the earth trembled, like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's hearts heavily.

Attack the heart!

Attack the heart!

Obviously, this general is far less reckless than he seems.

A few Confucian scholars couldn't bear such a great pressure, their faces suddenly turned pale, their hearts seemed to be being clutched hard, and they were indescribably uncomfortable, and even their breathing was a little short.

There are even more people who are physically weak, because of the heat and huge psychological pressure, they actually fainted.

Looking at the unconscious Confucian students, as well as the generals who were holding long knives, with hideous faces, wearing the clothes of a captain, as if they were going to choose people to devour, after the blood, among the remaining Confucian students, there were also people whose eyes flashed with hesitation.

After all, not all people are able to ignore death and put life and death aside.

Seeing that the Confucian scholars were retreating a little, the expression on King Chengjun's face suddenly relaxed a lot, and his eyes showed a look of satisfaction.

Attack the heart!

This Dharma is great!

As long as the Confucian defenses were broken, they would definitely not be able to defeat the army.

The general with the sword in hand also noticed the commotion of the Confucian scholars, and his eyes couldn't help but flash a hint of triumph.

His steps became heavier and heavier, dragging the long knife backwards, and the sharp blade slashed across the ground, and the solid ground was cut in an instant, leaving a long trace.

A thick tree root stood in front of him, but he didn't avoid it at all, and walked straight over. The root system, which had grown for decades and was as thick as a python, was cut off in an instant by a long knife.

If you look closely, it is not difficult to find that there is no roughness at the fracture, as smooth as a mirror.

"You don't hurt them!"

"Stop!"

Just when the Confucian scholars felt frightened in their hearts, the voice of Situ suddenly came from behind.

"Bastard, what about you!"

"Get out of here!"

The general with the long knife was at first a little dazed, but soon he realized that Situ Xing was angrily scolding him from behind. His face turned red, and there was an unspeakable humiliation.