All the way to the south, the farther away from the direction of Chang'an, the more complicated the forces in the south of the Yangtze River become.

Halfway through, Bai Song flipped through the roster, and then took out the map he bought from Yangzhou City, and compared the coordinates of each Jianghu sect one by one.

"Yuelong Gang, Jiujianmen, Luhu Villa, Tingyulou ......"

One by one, the names were compared, and soon the map was full of seats.

Looking at the Jianghu sects scattered in various places in the south of the Yangtze River like beans, Bai Song also felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

It's really a lack of skills, not to mention anything else, just running around the world is a lot of kung fu.

"Hangzhou is the center of the south of the Yangtze River, within a radius of 300 miles, gathered more than ninety percent of the Jianghu sects, when the time comes from the city of Hangzhou to issue an edict, limited to a period of one month, if you accept the imperial court Zhao'an's Jianghu Gate can get a rich reward, if you do not accept Zhao'an, you will order to be wiped out."

Bai Song was thinking about himself, and he already had the next step in his heart.

At this time, Bai Song suddenly discovered that there was an inconspicuous name at the end of the roster - Mingjian Villa.

"This isn't the same mountain villa where I was locked up before?"

In an instant, Bai Song was hooked into his memories again, but he didn't expect that the Famous Sword Villa still existed until now, and being able to appear in this roster shows that it is not bad.

Seeing this, Bai Song thought about whether he would meet acquaintances in the future when he arrived at Mingjian Villa.

Thinking about it, there was a noisy sound coming from the official road of traffic.

Bai Song didn't pay attention to it, but he heard Wang Xiaohua's voice coming from the leading car: "Stop!" You still have the shame to bully an old man! Come on, get these ruffians! ”

When the accompanying dart master heard the order, he rushed forward without saying a word.

When Bai Song got out of the car to check the situation, a group of dart masters had already caught several young people dressed as scholars.

The remaining old man with his bags on his back stood there in disgrace, stunned and did not speak.

"What the hell is going on?" Bai Song asked.

Wang Xiaohua's eyes were red, very angry, and pointed to a few people and said, "These people are looking at Sven, but they are talking disrespectfully around an old man together!" It's ...... It's unbearable! ”

Bai Song took a few steps forward and looked at the old man, except for being a little embarrassed, he didn't see any traces of being beaten.

However, there was saliva on the ground where the old man was standing, and Bai Song frowned when he saw it, and turned to ask the scholars.

"Who are you?"

Several scholars were arrested, they seemed to be very unconvinced, and tried their best to break free, but they were caught by the dart master, where can they get out?

One of them shouted, "Let go of me! Do you know who I am? I am Chen Mingye, one of the seven masters of Suzhou and Hangzhou! We are all famous scribes and merchants in Hangzhou, how dare we be presumptuous to us! ”

"Release!"

Several scholars are still arrogant, Wang Xiaohua said that he was a star, but he still has the ruffian nature of childhood in his bones, and he is a slap for one person when he goes up.

Several people were taken aside, and they immediately became honest, staring at Wang Xiaohua resignedly, looking a little familiar, but they couldn't remember who it was.

"You are still famous scribes, do you know how to respect the old and love the young!"

Wang Xiaohua stood on the board with her waist crossed, staring condescendingly at a few boys.

"Old man, are you alright?" Bai Song took this opportunity to walk up to the old man and asked with concern.

The old man lowered his head and replied very carefully: "It's okay...... It's okay...... Those children are not great evildoers, let them go. ”

When Wang Xiaohua heard this, her eyes widened: "Listen! What is it called to repay grievances with virtue! You humiliate the old man in every way, and they still help you speak, I want to ask, has your conscience been eaten by dogs? ”

I don't want someone among the few people to suddenly be dissatisfied and shout: "Who wants him to speak?" I'm a genius in Jiangnan, everyone would rather bend than bend, if you have the ability, you can kill us, even if you kill us, you won't let this kind of person enter Hangzhou City! ”

"Hey, you're still being stubborn? Master will try it today to see if you are really willing to bend rather than bend! ”

Saying that, Wang Xiaohua was going to fight again.

This time, the man was prepared, closed his eyes, and greeted Wang Xiaohua's slap, with a casual meaning.

"Okay, let's get things clear."

Bai Song interrupted.

With Bai Song opening, Wang Xiaohua hurriedly withdrew her hand and said to Bai Song angrily: "Brother Bai, can you bear this?" Such a villain, if you don't teach it a lesson, you will harm others in the future. ”

Bai Song didn't pay attention, but asked the Qijie: "Tell me, why do you want to humiliate an old man?" ”

"He is a shame to my Hangzhou literary circle! We want him to be ruined. ”

"What a shame!"

"Su and Hangzhou scribes, it is better to bend than to bend, this is what he taught us! Unexpectedly, under the coercion of the imperial court, he became the groveling man! ”

"He taught you...... Who is he? ”

He ...... Hmph, he was once known as Jiangnan Confucian, known as Mr. Jiang, but now he is a street rat, and Jiangnan can no longer tolerate him. ”

"Under the coercion of the imperial court, what does the imperial court coerce it to do?"

"The imperial court summoned him to compile the history of the Tang Dynasty, and in order to protect himself, he actually tampered with the historical text! He was accompanied by his personal disciple, who was the head of my Seven Masters of Suzhou and Hangzhou, and his disciple refused to cooperate in front of the imperial court, even if he was killed, he did not have the slightest cowardice. When a student can give up his life and forget about death, but when he is a gentleman, he wants to be safe, and now he dares to come back? We are all close friends of Brother Zhu, how can we not seek justice for him? ”

"Compiling the History of the Tang Dynasty...... Tampering with historical texts? Bai Song frowned, and the things he encountered halfway through the road were still a little strange.

"How do you think that someone has tampered with history? Why must it be coerced and enticed? ”

"Humph! Everyone knows it, but no one dares to say it! Who doesn't know that the current emperor is usurping power and seizing the throne to have today, and the emperor wants to tamper with history and let future generations sing praises for him! I wait for the scribes, but I ask for a clean slate! How can error be passed on to the world? How can they be in the same league with the court and the powerful? ”

"Brother Chen! You whisper, you don't want to die? One reminded in a whisper.

"Afraid of what? Anyway, so many people have died, and I am not one of them, if the dog emperor is really capable, he will listen to everything I say, what is there to kill me? ”

At this time, several women in the back also came out.

They all knew Bai Song's identity, and they all looked at Bai Song, waiting for Bai Song to react.

Bai Song didn't know about this, about the record of history, Bai Song always thought that every other year would be recorded for a year, but listening to what they said, it seems that it is only now that all kinds of things that have happened from the end of the Sui Dynasty to the present.

For the Bai Song Dynasty, the official historical records of all dynasties will be somewhat exaggerated and changed, and it is understandable that the emperor has made some changes in order to save face, but I didn't expect the attitude of these literati to be so intense.

There are already a lot of people who have died, and it is human nature that the old man is just trying to save himself for his life.

The dead student deserves respect.

But who can tell the difference between right and wrong?