Champion Building.

True to its name, there is only the one in Kaifeng Prefecture in Tokyo.

According to the convention, the scholars with the title of the gold list will inevitably go to the champion building to celebrate, and there are all kinds of wine and beautiful people in it.

is a real beauty, because the champion building is a government office, and the official prostitutes of the Teaching Workshop Division are also among them, all of them are high-quality upper class.

With such a good color, gradually, opposite the tribute courtyards in various states, a high-imitation champion building will basically be built, and the business is the most prosperous.

It's a pity that the champion building in Yongzhou was robbed.

As early as last night, it was infiltrated by the Mingjiao sect and controlled all the upper and lower parts of the restaurant.

"Your Holiness, it's time!"

At this moment, the sentry of the sect informed that a stout and burly old man walked out.

A scar extends straight from the corner of the eye to the neck, as hideous as a centipede, with two sledgehammers on his shoulders, lifting weights like light, extremely casual, and the old man with gray hair has actually practiced hard kung fu, and he is very domineering.

"Today I want to wash Yongzhou in blood and avenge the saint!"

Thinking of He Xiangu, who had been quickly forgotten by the people of Yongzhou, the old man's face was full of hatred and tenderness.

Who wants to be a licking dog, if it is not for love to the point that it is difficult to collect, and looking forward to and afraid of fate to the end, it is a pity that there is not everything after all.

Just one line of words, condensed the essence of millions of words, when the old man woke up from the memories, there was already an uproar below.

"Dong'an Huangshang!"

"Huang Shengzhong! Congratulations! Congratulations! ”

Although Huang Shang lived in a simple house, did not participate in the literary meeting, and showed off his poetic talent, as a disciple of Zhang Zai, the four sentences of the Burrow have long been circulated, which is different from ordinary scholars.

The others were in high school, and everyone had to muttered secretly, Huang Shangzhong was recognized for the first time.

Seeing that Huang Shang was surrounded by all the scholars, the old man shouted coldly: "Do it!" ”

Swish!

More than a dozen vigorous figures pounced out, throwing out the hidden weapons in their hands, and the targets were not only the powerless scholars, but also the patrolmen of the Gongyuan and the families of the wealthy squires.

In a small place like Yongzhou, the release of the list is a festival-like event, and basically people with heads and faces will come.

These people are the real goal of Mingjiao.

These days, they have confronted the nightingale, and have suffered a lot, and the dog jumps under the wall in a hurry, and simply exposes his true colors.

Terrorist attacks, hostage-taking!

If it goes well, just rebel, if it doesn't go well, use these people to force the nightingale out and avenge the previous generation of saintess He Sijun and her disciple Zhu Yan.

The old man didn't do it himself, but looked down, ready to admire the frightened faces of those who were usually high up and powerful.

Indeed, the attack came too suddenly.

Not to mention the low combat strength of the garrison on Jinghu South Road, I am afraid that even if it is the Beijing Division, no one would have thought that there would be Jianghuzi attacking when the imperial examination was released, and those scholars were completely stunned.

"You dare!"

Until a deafening angry shout rang out.

It's Huang Shang in the middle!

He didn't hold a pen, he just took a step forward.

In the face of the thieves who suddenly killed, he took a step forward fearlessly and reprimanded loudly.

In the ears of ordinary people, this sound was only loud, but when it fell on the ears of Mingjiao, it seemed to be a thunderclap in the flat ground, and the sound not only scraped the hidden weapon away, but also made them feel dizzy, and the second wave of the offensive that had been brewing long ago could not be launched.

"It's Xie Yuan!"

"Haoran righteousness!"

After drinking this, the scholars woke up like a dream, looking at those hidden weapons, and their hands and feet were weak with fright.

But at the same time, the scholars who advocated Mencius's theory inexplicably flashed these four words in their hearts and shouted out.

Mencius said, I am good at cultivating the qi of Haoran, which is also qi, the greatest to the strongest, and it is harmless to be directly raised, and it is stuffed between heaven and earth.

Translated, it means the spirit of grandeur, great and strong, and cultivating it with integrity without harming it, it will fill the heavens and the earth.

In fact, it is not a force, but the bearing of Confucianism.

What Huang Shang is doing now is not the same as Mencius's vision, but it is similar.

When the list was announced and the high school was released, Huang Shang felt that the qi in his body had nearly doubled again.

This kind of explosive growth, it is impossible to adapt to it by changing people, but fortunately, with gradual preparation in these days, Huang Shang is not in a hurry, his eyebrows rise, and a supreme pure true qi gushes out from the ancestral aperture.

At this moment, Huang Shang has a feeling that if he wants, he can directly use the strengthening of this cultural qi to broaden the twelve canons, the eight veins of the strange scriptures, and become a real master of the rivers and lakes.

This is not an inflated illusion, it is real.

Because although his true qi is small, his purity is above that of the low martial arts.

Ordinary martial artists rely on the lower dantian to give birth to true qi, carefully penetrate the meridians, relying on the accumulation of time and water grinding work, if they are eager for quick success, they are easy to go mad;

However, he directly erected his true qi from the upper dantian, which can even be called innate true qi, circulating the meridians in his body, and as the true qi expanded, the originally narrow meridians widened.

One gets twice the result with half the effort, and the other gets twice the result with half the effort, and the judgment is made.

Even so, Huang Shang had already thought about it.

He is not greedy.

The increase in the true qi brought by the crazy rise of the literary qi is mainly used in the twelve canons.

Sure enough, in a short period of time, as the amount of true qi increased several times, the strength of the meridians of the twelve canons seemed to be at the level of a martial arts powerhouse who appeared in the room.

Next, Huang Shang tried to combine true qi with literary qi, and used both at the same time.

True Qi borrows the virtual characteristics of Wenqi to fill the heaven and earth, and Wenqi borrows the down-to-earth nature of True Qi and precipitates into the body.

"Yang Wu Haoran is righteous!"

All this is a long story, in fact, it is just a few tens of breaths, and when he heard the exclamation of the scholar, Huang Shang felt that the righteousness that Mencius said was really suitable.

Of course, this power of his is different from what Mencius said, and it does not need to be the same.

Everyone is born between heaven and earth and has his own way.

Walking your own way is the way to be magnificent.

Therefore, taking this name at the same time, Huang Shang is not only an attitude of standing between heaven and earth and looking up without shame, but also a means of attack.

The effect of drinking a word made everyone shocked everyone in the light and in the dark.

He walked.

Advance.

Originally, it was the stars and the moon, but now the crowd spontaneously dispersed.

Huang Shang walked to the forefront of the scholars, led them, and faced the Ming Sect.

"Thief!"

I don't know which one it was, but he shouted the first one with a trembling voice.

"Thief! Culprits! Culprits! ”

With a start, the rest of the soldiers mustered up their courage and glared angrily at the murderers who were armed with swords.

The scholars stood side by side in front of the Gongyuan, and together they let out a deafening shout, forming a rolling tide.

On the other hand, the Mingjiao sect members retreated again and again.

Their ears buzzed, and they retreated again and again, and finally fell to the ground involuntarily, bleeding from the seven orifices, and were shocked and killed.

Above the restaurant, the old man who was born with divine power, and was not afraid of the sky and the earth in the past, his hands were trembling at this moment.

"Let's go! Walk! ”

"Nope! It's fake! I don't believe it! ”

Reason told him that the situation below was absolutely wrong, but the idea of avenging the saint drove him to jump off the Zhuangyuan Tower, gritted his teeth, and pressed towards Huang Shang step by step.

Huang Shang looked at him and said: "People can do nothing, and then they can do something, and other cult demons will commit chaos and want to smoke everywhere, and they should be punished!" ”

In the 100 years since the founding of the Great Song Dynasty, despite occasional turmoil and wars on the border, the country has maintained a general peace.

For people living in modern times, this kind of peace may be commonplace, but after hundreds of years of turmoil in the late Tang Dynasty and the Five Dynasties, this is a rare time of happiness for the Han people.

Now, Mingjiao is going to destroy this hard-won happiness.

For this kind of thief, Huang Shang finally took out the Zhuge pen and wrote down two words.

Mountain!

Sky!

The sky is in the mountains, big animals!

The big animal hexagram, climb the high mountain and look at the world's affairs, the big Mo Ruotian, stop the Mo Ruo Mountain, no longer advance, always saving.

This is a move to build momentum.

In an ordinary battle, it takes a long time to save up, but in the tribute courtyard where the culture is full and there is nowhere to pour, it is almost overnight!

When Haoran righteousness condensed on the tip of the pen, attracting the literary qi in the Gongyuan, and surging away with a kind of unbelievable energy, the old man's eyes finally showed panic and despair.

It's late!

Under the flawless and nightingale's shocked gaze hidden in the shadows, this mighty and domineering Mingjiao Dharma King was directly submerged in the torrent of literary qi, just like the waves in the sea, and disappeared in an instant.

Reflected in the eyes of ordinary people, it was this thief who was first and foremost unfavorable to Xie Yuan, but he was scolded angrily, his body shook, he took three steps backwards, and the hammer he raised actually smashed on top of the heavenly spirit and fell backwards.

"Is this the cultivation of talent? Before Gongyuan, the home field advantage was really terrible! ”

Wuqian gasped, he never expected that they would not be required to play at all, this battle was over.

And Huang Shang put his pen to paper and realized the first strengthening of the imperial examination.

His back fell in the eyes of all the scholars and remembered in their hearts.

Many years later, some people have become jinshi, some people are in charge of the government, and some people are engaged in agriculture to survive, but they will never forget that day.

Thunder and sleep, righteousness!

Divinity!