Pucheng.

This county has a flourishing literary style and a temple of literature.

Although it is not a big city in Donglin County, it has also produced a lot of talents.

There is a Wenshan Academy in Pucheng, and the dean, Mr. Jin Yan, is admirable in both virtue and writing.

In these years, the students of Wenshan Academy have had poor official luck in the imperial court.

However, the students of Wenshan Academy are commendable for their reading style.

In particular, Wenshan Academy provides a convenient door for students from poor backgrounds.

So that many children from poor families can jump into the dragon gate with the help of the imperial examination.

Mr. Jin Yan was a plainly dressed scholar, in his early fifties, and had a good appearance.

When he was young, he was also a suave Tanhualang.

Walking on the royal street in the capital, the limelight is unparalleled for a while.

It's just that few people in Pucheng know about Mr. Jinyan's glorious history.

Wenshan Academy is located in the west of Pucheng.

The environment is elegant, without the majesty of those big academies, but there is a unique aura of pure learning.

Then

A young scholar suddenly staggered into Wenshan Academy.

Stained with blood!

"Oh no, something happened, bandits came to the city, and they are robbing the people everywhere!"

This student was drenched in blood and ran into Wenshan Academy!

There are two fierce and vicious rivers and lakes behind him!

A big man's eyes were cold, his body was full of qi and blood, and his steps suddenly became a little faster!

He came up behind the scholar and grabbed him!

The five fingers are curved like hooks!

If it weren't for the sake of catching the living, they would have killed this scholar on the way!

"Decree, self-cultivation!"

A majestic cold drink emerged!

These two fierce and vicious rivers and lakes are reckless, and they can't move at once!

It's as if you've been immobilized by an immortal!

Mr. Jinyan appeared with two or three teachers, with a solemn bearing, not angry and arrogant.

"Wang Wencai, what's wrong?!"

Mr. Jin Yan asked in a deep voice.

"Dean, there is a gang of bandits in the city who are robbing the people, and even the county government can't resist it, so I beg the dean to take action!"

The student named Wang Wencai said weakly.

Mr. Jin Yan is usually very gentle.

Seeing that the student studying at Wenshan Academy was so seriously injured, he immediately squatted down and supported him.

"I know, don't talk too much, it's good to live."

His tone was calm.

Wang Wencai nodded.

Mr. Jin Yan looked up at the two rivers and lakes, and was about to ask questions, when a sharp pain suddenly came from his chest!

A sharp dagger pierced him in the chest!

This person with a knife is none other than Wang Wencai, a student of Wenshan Academy!

"Dean!"

"Sir!"

The teachers around me and the students around them are in harmony!

This Wang Wencai's eyes are gloomy!

The dagger in your hand should be slashed!

A brush in Mr. Jin Yan's arms emitted a divine light, and he immediately pushed this Wang Wencai out!

Wang Wencai's figure unloaded that powerful force in the air and fell to the ground lightly!

Mr. Jinyan had the sharp dagger in his chest at this time.

Ordinary people are already dead when they receive this blow!

But this Mr. Jin Yan is a great Confucian practitioner.

He looked dignified and said in a deep voice: "No injury!" ”

As his words fell, the dagger in his chest was pushed out by a powerful force.

Even the wound on his chest healed as if he had never been injured.

"You're not Wang Wencai, who are you?!"

Mr. Jinyan said in a deep voice.

"It's worthy of being a great Confucian, it's really difficult! Even this fatal wound can be recovered. ”

Wang Wencai smiled coldly.

Dozens of knights suddenly appeared on both sides of the street, burly, wearing light armor and holding crossbows in their hands!

Their temples bulged high, and their blood was overwhelming,

They are all martial arts masters!

"Shoot the arrows! Not a single one to stay! ”

Wang Wencai said coldly.

Woohoo!

The sound of breaking the air sounded!

Dozens of powerful crossbows suddenly shot towards these scholars in Wenshan Academy!

Mr. Jinyan's face sank

With a wave of both hands, the brush in your hand flies into the sky!

The majestic Haoran Zhengqi turned into an invisible barrier, enveloping the sharp arrows shot by these crossbows!

These arrows seem to have been specially crafted to break the power of a cultivator!

It's just that Mr. Jinyan's heroic righteousness is surging, and this wall of qi forcibly blocks these crossbow arrows!

"Put!"

Wang Wencai's eyes were full of murder!

These dozens of knights actually took out muskets from their backs!

This is the controlled weapon of the Qianguo army!

Mr. Jinyan's eyes showed surprise,

If these people attack him, with his own cultivation, he can stop it in an instant.

But these people were ruthless, and almost in the blink of an eye, they scattered and attacked the many students of Wenshan Academy!

Mr. Jin Yan can only shield these scholars with a heroic righteousness!

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The immense power of the musket exploded on the wall of aura condensed by the mighty righteousness!

Mr. Jinyan's eyes were cold.

I want to mobilize the righteousness of Haoran to suppress these mysterious knights of unknown origin!

But at this time, there was a sudden stinging pain in the body!

Qi disorder!

The blue and black aura on his face flashed!

"That dagger is poisonous!"

Mr. Jin Yan realized this, and immediately mobilized the mysterious power of the brush to suppress this toxin!

Confucian practitioners have the most bells and whistles.

Even if this toxin is a rare poison in the world, it still can't really hurt Mr. Jinyan.

He's a great Confucian!

The second realm Yin God peak!

Even if this is the ferocious Gu poison of southern Xinjiang, it can be suppressed with the fancy methods of Confucianism.

The blue and black aura on his face quickly dissipated!

But the expression on Wang Wencai's face suddenly turned cold!

A sharp sound of breaking the air sounded!

Among the dozens of knights, a burly man directly kicked his legs, turned into an afterimage, and attacked Mr. Jin Yan!

Mr. Jin Yan was mobilizing the mysterious brush to suppress the toxins in his body at this time, and his reaction couldn't help but be a beat slower!

But it's slow!

The big man is already in front of him!

Boom!

A long sword on his waist is unsheathed, and the cold light is pressing!

A sword pierced Mr. Jinyan's chest!

It's just that if you look closely, there is a special force in front of Mr. Jin Yan, forcing this sword three inches from his chest!

The big man's eyes were cold, and the tip of the sword suddenly swallowed a sword light that could not be fixed and a half feet!

Mr. Jinyan's chest was pierced in an instant!

Several teachers around him were shocked,

They all showed their heroic righteousness and wanted to deal with this big man!

But with a flip of this big man's wrist, several sword qi flew out!

Several Wenshan Academy teachers were injured in an instant!

The sword qi raged in their bodies, leaving them speechless!

The Confucian system is jokingly referred to by many as a mouth-beater.

Suppress opponents with the words of saints, poems, and articles.

Once you can't speak, your combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced!

Mr. Jin Yan mobilized the power of the mysterious brush again.

Unexpectedly, even if he was pierced in the chest, this fatal injury was constantly recovering.