The first rays of the morning sun shine through the woods, representing hope and the future, and the torment and nightmarish prison life is over.

When Qin Zheng arrived at the bottom of the mountain, he could feel the strong righteousness of heaven and earth, and the whole mountain seemed to have become sacred, purple and misty.

The Qilin Palace was built on the top of the mountain, accompanied by clouds and mist, but this Confucian holy place was not as majestic as other great powers, just very simple brick houses, and the only slightly interesting building was their library pavilion.

I can be bitter, but the writings left by the saints can't be bitter.

Qin Zheng walked up the mountain path and set off towards the top of the mountain.

In the first round, Xia Yan protested.

"Cow and horse!"

Qin Zheng ignored it.

"Dog minion!"

Qin Zheng ignored it and glanced at him by the way.

"Qin Zheng!"

Qin Zheng still didn't hear it.

Xia Yan jumped up with Qin Zheng's lotus arm and was about to beat the bastard who pretended to be dumb, but she really had no strength.

"Brother Qin Zheng."

Qin Zheng seemed to be a medical miracle, his ears seemed to be able to hear it for a moment, and he turned around and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Xia Yanqiang resisted the fairy's urge to be rough, and her big eyes formed a slit:

"Have you forgotten that this fairy is a warlock? I'm physically and mentally exhausted now, and these slender fairy legs are about to break from exhaustion, can you find a sedan chair to carry me away? ”

Qin Zheng decisively refused:

"I can kick you up the hill like a ball! Don't think you're a princess in my case, you see you can't even run away from a pack of wolves, your body is too weak. ”

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Xia Yan jumped up and was about to fight with Qin Zheng, holding the fairy bomb in her hand and smashing it on Qin Zheng's mouth.

Isn't it normal for a normal fairy to outrun a wolf? This fairy is not a vulgar warrior either!

......

Entering the school palace, you can see scholars who study hard everywhere, they learn the classics of the saints, and want to change the current status quo and return the people to a country and people.

With the bamboo slips left by Huang Ziyang, Qin Zheng went all the way in the Qilin School Palace, and before he walked a few steps, he saw the three great Confucians in the courtyard, and the three of them arrived earlier than him.

"Hmph, Lao Tzu...... I'm going to let those ...... old man The wicked people of the fish and flesh paid the price for Ziyang's blood debt...... Ask for an explanation! ”

The big Confucian Zhang Shuo with a beard wrapped in a strip of cloth on his head with a serious expression, although he is a six-grade Confucian, but he is a halfway monk, once just a small trader in the market, but unexpectedly very literary, known as the poet saint of the market.

Later, by chance, he met Xu An, the dean of the Qilin Academy, and then he devoted himself to studying, relying on thirty years of hard study to become a great Confucian, but when he was angry, he still inevitably broke out a few foul words.

There were two other great Confucians sitting next to Zhang Shuo, their eyes were gloomy and silent, they were all injured, and their condition was not so good, and Li Yishan looked much older, like a helpless lonely old man.

The Qilin Academy is not like other sects, they call each other students and teachers, and Huang Ziyang was an orphan when he was a child, and he was adopted by Li Yishan, so he was called Master.

Huang Ziyang is no different from his parents in Li Yishan's heart, he has too much sadness in his heart at the moment, but he can't cry like a child, he is the great Confucian of the Qilin Academy and the backbone of the reader.

The last blue-clothed goatee Confucian was named Wu Renyao, and his father wanted him to shine with benevolence, but unfortunately he forgot his family name Wu, and as a result, this Confucian was lonely all his life, and he was over half a hundred years old without a son and half a daughter, but he never had worldly desires, and devoted himself to studying chess, and was a great player in the Great Xia Dynasty.

"Sir, there is a young man named Qin Zheng outside who is holding Senior Brother Huang's bamboo slip and begging to see him, and next to him is a devil who mutters about whether it will be very interesting to blow up our school palace." Li Yishan's scholar reported for Qin Zheng.

Li Yishan reluctantly soothed the expression on his face: "Bring them in." ”

"The junior Qin Zheng has seen the three seniors, thanks to the rescue yesterday, the juniors are grateful." Qin Zheng made a move.

Li Yishan stroked his beard and said: "Don't be polite, if you didn't want to help Ziyang, you wouldn't have fallen into such a dangerous situation, it was the Qilin Academy that wanted to thank you." ”

"Old man with a white beard, let's meet again! Didn't I have a particularly good acting skill yesterday! Xia Yan grinned, she was not as regular as Qin Zheng, so she directly found a chair and sat down.

The three great Confucians said one after another: "I have seen Your Highness." ”

"Your dean? I remember that he had a brush that was very fun, and he could make anything come alive! "Xia Yan has a clear purpose, she will grab whatever you have fun in the Qilin Academy.

"Your Highness, the dean is not away for the time being, and the righteous path pen has also been taken away." Wu Renyao replied.

Hearing this, Xia Yan was a little disappointed, and her interest suddenly dropped greatly.

Qin Zheng was also helpless when he saw Xia Yan like this, but he didn't bother to care about her, saying that it was important to get down to business.

"Three seniors, I don't know what happened yesterday?"

Li Yishan sighed deeply, and his eyes became more and more gloomy:

"Alas, last night, after the sword-wielder joined the battle, we joined forces to seriously injure Binghou, but at the end, the rain took him away as if he had come to life, and there was a master who watched everything silently.

By the time we entered the B-shaped prison, Ziyang and the enemy were gone, leaving only the wreckage of the battle.

Ziyang, he should be more than lucky. ”

Qin Zheng stood in place, and his heart was also very uncomfortable, although everything was the choice of the unserious Tsing Yi Jinshi, but it was still very uncomfortable.

Although the two are not friends, they have their own goals from beginning to end, but Qin Zheng admires this kind of person who dies for the sake of righteousness, Huang Ziyang is many times stronger than those ministers who are benevolent, righteous and moral, and have a belly of male thieves and prostitutes.

"Things have happened, the old man is a little relieved to see you appear here, Ziyang finally chose to let you escape, proving that I have taught him in his heart.

The scholar died for the sake of righteousness, and everyone was proud of him, and if the people died because of him, they were not worthy of being Confucians. ”

Li Yishan smiled bitterly, how much he wanted Huang Ziyang to disobey a saint's teachings in his private heart, and Yu Gong felt that he had to do it.

This is the contradiction between the different identities of the teacher and the father.

At this time, Wu Renyao, the big player, spoke:

"What is the information that Ziyang asked you to convey? Who is the murderer behind the scenes? ”

"Martial King." Qin Zheng frowned and spit out two words, and handed the bamboo slip to the three great Confucians.

Li Yishan opened the bamboo slip and looked at the information left by Huang Ziyang repeatedly, as well as the last word: Take.

The three great Confucians were silent, their brows were tightly locked, and there were three more bars in their heads.

Qin Zheng guessed that the Great Confucian might have guessed something, but he didn't continue to ask, the Great Confucian didn't say that he didn't want to let himself get involved, and his current strength was far from enough.