The people in Xinji City were panicked, countless people flocked to the north gate, the east, west, and south gates were constantly fighting, and the sound of fighting echoed throughout the city, for them, the north gate was an absolute pure land, and escaping was the only way to survive.

It's just that the north gate, which was originally half-closed and allowed the people to flee, was completely closed under Lin Shaohua's military order, cutting off all their ways of life.

Countless people crowded at the gate of the north gate, and hundreds of armor soldiers held spears and swords to guard the city gate.

As the number of people accumulates more and more, the atmosphere becomes more and more intense, originally it was only a small range of cursing, but now it has completely torn the face, and even some people picked up all kinds of small objects they carried with them, and smashed them at the officers and soldiers who defended the city, and even more took the gold and silver jewelry that they were reluctant to take out on weekdays and threw it at the officers and soldiers, some women did not have much strength, and the jewelry thrown out fell before it left the crowd, and the person in front secretly picked it up and hid it in his arms. There are also You Yong Gang on weekdays, who know that they can't escape death, and they don't care about survival.

The constant persuasion of the guards at the north gate still can't stop the surging crowd today.

One person fears wealth, ten people fear power, 100 people dare to denounce, 1,000 people dare to swing their fists, and 10,000 people dare to rebel. Not to mention the tens of thousands of people today!

In the inn at the gate of the north gate, there were already empty buildings, and there were only three people, Chu Shishanhe, Chu Xinsu, and Lu Yi, a demon doctor who was kneeling in the lobby on the first floor.

Chu Xinsu glanced at the crowd outside through the window paper, couldn't help sighing, and then glanced at the direction of the door before saying to Chu Shishanhe, who was lying on the bed and looking at Erlang's legs and reading, "I don't know when I can leave." ”

Chu Xinsu had persuaded Chu Shishanhe to make a move many times before, but she was rejected every time, so she decided not to persuade her this time, anyway, she didn't move Chu Shishanhe, and it would only increase her boredom if she said more.

Hearing this, Chu Shishanhe put down the "Thirteen Classics" that he didn't actually read this way, and was bored, and said weakly: "Wait, it's good that stinky storyteller is enough trouble, I see that Lin Shaohua is not bad, he should be able to keep it, but I don't know if those soldiers of the human race can do it." Saying this, Chu Shishanhe paused for a moment before continuing: "No matter how bad it is, there is that guy Zhang Fuzhi, how can he not let Xinji City be ruined." ”

As soon as the words fell, the door was pushed open, and the person who came was Zhang Fuzhi: "You know so much that I will make a move." ”

It seems that for Zhang Fuzhi's arrival, Chu Shishanhe did not have the slightest exception, but took the "Thirteen Classics" and patted his stomach, turned his head to look at Zhang Fuzhi and said with a smile: "It's your human race here, is it possible that I, a demon with a deep blood feud, will help you quell the rebellion?" ”

Zhang Fuzhi did not continue to talk, but stared at the "Thirteen Classics" that served as a fan in Chu Shishanhe's hand and patted his stomach one by one, and rushed towards Chu Shishanhe with one arrow step, and kept chanting in his mouth: "My mother is here for the "Thirteen Classics"! ”

"Stop! Stop! Zhang Fuzhi's actions directly frightened Chu Shishanhe's cleverness, and he hurriedly shouted to stop.

Hearing Chu Shishanhe's words, Zhang Fuzhi quickly stopped and said with a smile: "Good brother, lend me a look." Zhang Fuzhi smiled flatteringly, raised his right index finger high, and said with a smile: "Just look at it, just look at it." ”

Hearing this, Chu Shishanhe glanced back and forth at the "Thirteen Classics" a few times, and said, "Isn't it just a broken book?" I've seen it before, and by the way, that bookstall has it, so why do you have to grab a copy? Originally, Chu Shishanhe took out this book to be angry and like voyeuristic storytellers, but he didn't arrive first and was not so angry that Mr. Storyteller led Zhang Fuzhi out.

Hearing Chu Shishanhe say the words 'broken book', Zhang Fuzhi just wanted to get angry, but Chu Xinsu decisively interjected, cut off Zhang Fuzhi's anger, and avoided an unnecessary quarrel: "This is not an ordinary book, it is an ancestral book." ”

Chu Shishanhe yawned and said, "What is the ancestral book?" Is it worth it? ”

Zhang Fuzhi said angrily: "The ancestral book is the first book copied from the original text before the book was written, after the draft editing, and later the book became popular all over the world. If the book is enshrined in a temple of literature, there will be a flourishing of literature there, and the seeds of reading will continue to emerge. ”

Chu Shishanhe replied lightly: "Oh, so that's it!" ”

This sentence completely angered Zhang Fuzhi, Zhang Fuzhi rushed to the bed with an arrow step, grabbed Chu Shishanhe's collar, shook wildly like a doll, and said angrily: "What do you mean, so that's it?" What do you mean? Do you look down on the ancestral book? The demon of the dog day, Lao Tzu, has already seen that you are not pleasing to the eye. ”

Seeing that he really started to move, Chu Xinsu stopped watching the excitement and hurriedly went up to pull the rack. The three of them pulled and pulled for most of the day, and Zhang Fuzhi was willing to let go of Chu Xinsu.

At this time, Chu Shi Shanhe propped himself up with his elbows and said helplessly: "Big brother, you said that I am from the Demon Clan, is it possible that you still expect me to find an enemy in the Demon Clan to build a Confucian Temple, and then raise this book high, burn incense and kowtow every day?" Waiting for the birth of the reading seed and the governance of the demons? Saying that, Chu Shishanhe also made the action of burning incense and kowtowing.

"No kidding, my Confucian Temple has not been built yet, and the stone statues of your ancestors will have to be smashed into ashes at night." Chu Shishanhe said helplessly: "That's it, you still talk to me about the wonderful use of the ancestral book?" I'm sorry that the demons don't need Wenyun, if you can give me some martial arts, I can kowtow to you now. ”

Zhang Fuzhi was speechless for a moment, and he was fucking discussing Wenyun's reading with the demons, isn't there nothing to do? Zhang Fuzhi can't wait to give himself two slaps, it's too stupid and embarrassing.

Seeing where Zhang Fuzhi was eating deflated, Chu Xinsu's smile trembled, fortunately, Zhang Fuzhi is a scholar, although he has a 'good temper', but it is not good to discuss with a girl's family by the way, so he can only endure it.

At this time, Chu Shishanhe had already sat up, looked at the door while putting on his shoes, and said with a smile: "Okay, Lao Zhang, you have a small tail all these years, but it's a pity that you are a male." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Fuyi flashed away, and then there was a 'bang', and Wuming was kicked into the room in a dog eating, which was obviously Zhang Fuzhi gave Wuming all the depression he ate from Chu Shishanhe in one breath.

When Zhang Fuzhi appeared, he was really refreshed, entered the room with a smile and sat on the bench, and poured himself a cup of tea.

Chu Shishanhe looked at Wuming, who was stubborn when he got up, and suddenly felt speechless, and said to Zhang Fuzhi: "This is the guy from the Emperor Yuan Hall who sent you to supervise you, what are you bringing him to me for?" ”

Zhang Fuzhi said with a smile: "It's all the same, it's all the same." ”