Listening to what the prince Li Hong said, Lu Meng, the Eastern Tang Dynasty Xiangguo, frowned slightly:

"Lao Chen remembers, his name is Murong Ting?"

Li Hong bowed: "Prime Minister Lu might as well pay attention to this person." ”

Lu Meng looked at Li Hong: "In that case, why doesn't Your Highness talk to this person?"

The Dark Pavilion directly obeyed the orders of Tang King Li Xuanxin, and Lu Meng certainly did not suggest that the prince Li Hong win over the real core figure of the Dark Pavilion.

But at least, ease the relationship with the other party, and don't keep going against Li Hong.

Although the opposition between the Dark Pavilion and the Shizifu was created by the Tang King to a certain extent, the grasp of proportion was always in the hands of the person in charge of the Dark Pavilion.

Don't ask the other party to show kindness, at least don't dig a hole in secret.

The Dark Pavilion had already folded Gu Hechuan, a master of the Seventh Realm, but the result was kept secret and not reported to the prince Li Hong.

even took advantage of Li Hong's eyeliner in the dark pavilion to spread false news to Li Hong, saying that there was no master in Chang'an, and it was only by relying on the poisonous fog maze to solve the Tang army's siege.

Mr. Mingxi, Cheng Jingyuan and the others were trapped in Chang'an, largely because of this problem, which caused them to be careless, thinking that several Seventh Realm cultivators could take Chang'an together, but as a result, the entire army was wiped out, and none of them came back.

Although it turned out later, Chang'an's strength was still stronger than expected.

But at the beginning, the dark pavilion dug a pit for the prince, but it was also real.

"I made a little contact, but I didn't dare to make a big move. ”

Li Hongyan said: "After all, you have to worry about your father's thoughts. ”

Lu Meng nodded lightly: "Your Highness is old and serious, and it is not unpleasant, but the King of Muping County has become more and more aggressive recently, and he is getting closer and closer to the Dark Pavilion." ”

Li Hong's expression was a little solemn: "I understand." ”

Li Yi, the king of Muping County, is the second son of Li Xuanxin, the king of Tang, who is brave and martial, and has always coveted the position of Li Hong's son.

He broke through last year and reached the realm of the eighth realm of martial arts, on a par with Li Hong, with a more arrogant and domineering attitude, often clashing with Li Hong.

Gao Yu, the master of the Dark Pavilion, has always been-for-tat with the prince Li Hong, and in recent years, he has become even closer to Li Yi, the king of Muping County, and has become a big trouble for the prince Li Hong.

The Tang King was taboo to reconcile with the Dark Pavilion, but he turned a blind eye to Li Yi's actions, which made the prince Li Hong's heart more and more heavy.

and attacked Chang'an before, and the fourth brother Li Tang, who had always supported him, made a counter-compensation, and the momentum of the two sides was even more powerful.

"Don't worry, I'll be careful. ”

Li Hongping said calmly: "Father has an order, and he began to cut off the wings of Chang'an, compared to the larger river dragon gate, Tingshan Academy is weaker, so put it first." ”

Lu Meng smiled slightly: "Tingshan has a negative intention and is not friendly with the king, but the king is magnanimous and cherishes Sven, so he left them."

Now they have to make inches, but they are walking with Chang'an, sweeping Sven to the ground, which is the way to bring about their own destruction.

Here, leave it to the old minister. ”

"Hard work Lu Xiang personally went out, with you, it will definitely be a success. Li Hongyan said: "The surrounding soldiers and horses are waiting for your dispatch." ”

"Your Highness. After Lu Meng saluted, he immediately began to make arrangements, and left the royal capital Luyang on the same day.

As he set off for Tingshan, some Confucian practitioners at Songjiang Academy, his disciple, were also notified to set off.

And the Tang army around Tingshan also began to move.

Lu Meng arrived at the foot of Pavilion Mountain, looked at the mountain peak in front of him, and smiled slightly.

The previous president of Tingshan Academy was killed by the Eastern Tang Dynasty.

The reason why he didn't cut the grass and eradicate the roots was because Li Xuanxin, the king of Tang, wanted to subdue and divide the scholars here for his own use.

However, over the years, there are still few students in Tingshan Academy who have entered the court as officials, and most of them study here behind closed doors.

For Songyang Academy and Lumon, this is naturally the best.

It seems that Tang Wang has finally lost patience this time.

Lu Meng instructed the generals of the Tang Army beside him: "The king has an order, Tingshan Academy colludes with the Chang'an rebellious party to rebel, the law is not forgivable, it will be shut down immediately, everyone in the academy will be taken down, and those who resist will be beheaded." ”

"Do as the king commands. The general responded, then raised his arm and waved forward.

Siege everyone, immediately start attacking.

Lu Meng and the Confucian cultivators of Songyang Academy around him all looked at the green mountains in front of them.

If the cultivators of Tingshan Academy resisted, they would personally intervene to help the army suppress it.

At this moment, on the mountain, in a quaint academy, Li Zhibin, the head of the academy, told all the students to the end:

"Li Mou is for his own selfish interests, and he has affected the entire academy, and he is ashamed of everyone, and it is difficult to escape the blame for his death.

Everyone is willing to defect to the Eastern Tang Dynasty, so let's go, Mo lost his life because of Li. ”

A group of students hurriedly stepped forward and helped Li Zhibin up: "Sir, don't say that, my generation of scholars is mighty and unyielding, how can I grovel because of the sword and crossbow under the mountain?"

"Yes, sir, Brother Li has been studying with us for more than ten years, he is your son, and he is also our classmate, we can only be happy that he can be saved. ”

"The Eastern Tang Dynasty is tyrannical, how can Mr. blame himself?"

The students were gossiping.

Li Jun was both grateful and ashamed on the side.

An old man next to him helped Li Zhibin's father and son up: "If you want to succumb to the Tang army sabre and gun, like Songyang Lu Meng and others, we all gave in in a few years, why should the teacher die in vain?"

Li Zhibin shook his head and sighed: "If it weren't for me and Jun'er, everyone could at least study in the mountains for a few years." ”

The old man is none other than Wan Li, the current president of Tingshan Academy.

He patted Li Zhibin on the shoulder: "Study, you can go anywhere, I don't want to sit here and wait for death." ”

He turned his head and said to everyone: "Dongtang is not benevolent, we have to leave Tingshan, break out, and study elsewhere, what do you think?"

"Good!" shouted in unison.

Someone even shouted: "Mr. Li and Brother Li both said that Chang'an is good, so we will simply go there." ”

However, some people hesitated: "The crime that Dongtang gave us was to collude with Chang'an, but we didn't have ......."

"The Eastern Tang Dynasty was tyrannical, but it was the opposite!" said a student next to him: "Now it seems that it is Chang'an that is most likely to succeed in opposing the Tang Dynasty, where more attention is paid to culture and education, far more than other places." ”

Dean Wan Li raised his hand and stopped everyone's discussion: "Let's break out of the encirclement first, let's start quickly, everything is simple, and don't waste time." ”

He asked Li Zhibin and another teacher of the Seventh Realm to take people down the mountain first: "There are some things in the academy that are not easy to take away, but they can't be left to the Eastern Tang Dynasty, and the old decay should be disposed of." ”

"I'll go too. Li Zhibin said: "It happened that there were some things related to Chang'an, and I didn't bother to talk about it before. ”

Wan Li frowned, but did not object, only urging the other students to leave quickly.

When the others were almost gone, Wan Li looked at Li Zhibin: "The old man is the dean of the academy. ”

Li Zhibin nodded calmly: "So, it's time for you to lead everyone to a new world." ”

The two had a tacit understanding.

There is a talented Wenhua outside, at least a great Confucian in the eighth realm.

Most of them were Lu Meng, the dean of Songyang Academy, who arrived in person.

With him, someone must break the back, otherwise no one will be able to leave.

I didn't talk about it just now, but I was afraid of damaging the morale of others.

"You've just reunited with your son, so you'd better leave as soon as possible. ”

Dean Wan Li smiled slightly: "Old and alone, no children and no daughters, and the wind and candles, the days are short, and the time is short, when I took over as the dean, it was because I was good at and mud, perfunctory in the Eastern Tang Dynasty."

In terms of learning and virtue, you are not as good as you, you are in your prime, and you have a great future, and the realm of governing the country is only a matter of time for you, and there is no hope for the realm of the world. ”

"Ever since I put the academy in danger for the sake of Jun'er, I have no virtue to speak of. ”

Li Zhibin listened to the shouts of Tang Jun outside getting closer and closer: "Even if I can break through, I don't know how many students will suffer because of my father and son, and how will I meet them in the future?"

When Wan Li heard this, her expression darkened slightly.

"When I go out, I am ashamed of the ancestors of the past generations, and I am ashamed of the students who died, and I can only hide my face and die, but it is better to atone for some sins here. ”

Li Zhibin took off a piece of jade pendant on his body and handed it to Wan Li: "Humble Jing died early, I am gone, Jun'er has no relatives, please allow me to be selfish again one last time, and in the future, I hope you will take care of Jun'er again." ”

After that, he bowed to Wan Li.

Wan Li wanted to persuade him again, Li Zhibin raised his head and said sharply: "If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave!"

Dean Wan looked up to the sky and sighed, took the jade pendant, bowed to Li Zhibin, and ran to the back mountain to chase the others.

Li Zhibin breathed a long sigh of relief, walked out of the gate of the academy, and looked at the Eastern Tang army that was already close in front of him, with a calm expression.

"Li Zhibin, the head of Tingshan Mountain, lives and dies with Tingshan today, although Tingshan is destroyed, he should bury jackals!"

His voice was calm and could be heard far away.

Rich Wenhua talent, soaring into the sky, and in harmony with the natural aura of the Quartet.

The air suddenly became scorching, as if there was an invisible force rubbing against it.

The next moment, a fire broke out in the mountains.

The fire quickly spread throughout Tingshan and turned into a sea of fire.

At the foot of the mountain, when everyone in Songyang Academy saw this, they poured ink one after another, writing poems or poems that sang rain or rivers or seas.

As a result, a large number of rivers, lakes and seas were transformed, and a large amount of flowing water poured into Tingshan.

But the Tingshan fire was not only not extinguished, but it was even stronger, rushing towards these Songyang Academy disciples.

With a wave of Songyang's dean Lu Meng's hand, Wenhua's talent flashed brightly, turning into a glittering giant pen that was ten meters long.

The pen is everywhere, and the river and the sea suddenly appear, blocking the flames.

Lu Meng frowned slightly: "Wan Li, they want to run?"

He walked smoothly, his body reached mid-air, ignoring the fire of Tingshan Mountain, and chased after him over the mountain peak.

But at this moment, the fire on the mountain went further, and the flames flew into the sky and swept towards Lumon.

Lumon controlled the volley and swept the giant pen downward, and the flames were suddenly not able to get close.

But the flames suddenly condensed, and they turned into a huge brush more than ten meters long.

Lumon was shocked when he saw this.

The supernatural power of the giant pen should be the eighth realm of Confucianism, and only the realm of governing the country is available to Confucianism.

How can Li Zhibin of the Seventh Realm become it?

Lu Meng looked at it, but saw Li Zhibing spitting blood from his mouth, and he was writing with a pen dipped in his own blood as ink.

The blood-red words flew in the flames, and finally condensed into a huge pen that swept through the people of Songyang.

Lu Meng himself was stopped by him, and the other Songyang Academy disciples were even more defeated.

Li Zhibin's desperate poem came out, which cost him his own life, as well as the lives of many Tang Jun and Songyang students.

Lu Meng was furious, and the huge pen fell like a fate, integrating into the classic doctrine of Songyang Academy "breaking the cliff", and sharpening the huge pen condensed by Li Zhibin's literary and talented qi to almost bald.

Li Zhibin shouted, and a fire also ignited on his body.

His huge pen is also integrated into the classic doctrine of Tingshan Academy, "Bing Straight Book".

The almost bare barrel of the pen soared into the sky, flicking away Lumon's huge pen and smashing it into his chest!

Lu Meng's tongue burst into a loud cry, shaking the barrel of the giant wood in front of him, but he was still hit in the chest.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of him, and he was directly beaten to the ground.

The surviving Songyang students stepped forward to catch Lu Meng with difficulty.

Everyone was shocked and looked back at the mountain.

Tingshan was already burned bare, and the fire was gradually extinguished.

The mountain academy was reduced to nothing, and only a charred black figure was still standing, as if it had turned into a part of Tingshan.