At the foot of Lishan Academy,

Hundreds of students are surging in blood and are not afraid of swords and soldiers, and there are more models of our generation, and Liu Wenzhuo, who is a model of my generation, sacrifices his life to take righteousness, and it is at noon when hot sweat continues to drip down on his cheeks, dripping on the Sensen iron halberd.

Tie Qi only felt that the iron halberd in his hand was sinking down inexplicably, and he was in a dilemma, Liu Wenzhuo took another step forward, and his eyes were burning towards the young man in front of him.

The scene at the moment is a pair,

The students of the academy are undoubtedly revealing the spirit of the literati on the Day of the Righteous Death!

"Good!"

"Who has not died in life since ancient times, leaving Dan to take care of his sweat!"

"What a Daqing literati, what a righteous death festival!"

Xu Xian clapped his hands and chuckled.

"Who has not died in life since ancient times, leaving Dan to take care of his sweat!"

Some students in the middle school heard it later, and for a while they felt that they were worthy of this poem.

Although in just one sentence,

But what kind of majestic wind is revealed in it?

"Since you know our determination, you don't retreat quickly, or take the heads of everyone present, let us die with our will, and after death, we can be praised by the Daqing literati and live in vain for the old man!"

Several old Confucian scholars heard the poems in Xu Xian's mouth, and the only hesitation left in their hearts disappeared, they were already people who were about to enter the ground with half of their bodies, if they died here today and could leave a name in history, how fortunate they were!

"Want to die?"

"Easy!"

"But you also deserve that poem?"

Xu Xian sneered,

The moment the stunned sword came out of its sheath, a chill gushed out, and the cold sword body flowed like a round of spring water, and a blood line appeared on the necks of those old Confucian students in just the blink of an eye.

The sword is too fast,

The stunned sword slashed through the heads of those people and still stayed on their necks, and the old face looked surprised, and it was really speechless when he wanted to speak, and it took a breath or two for the big man's head to fall from his shoulder, and the blood flowed like a stream.

The head was covered with dust, and the gray hair was scattered and wrapped around the human head rolling down the stone steps, just stopping at Liu Wenzhuo's feet, and the slightly open mouth seemed to be questioning silently.

There were still blood beads dripping from the sting sword in his hand, Liu Wenzhuo was stunned, his face was pale, and a puddle of urine stains flowed out of his crotch.

There was a dead silence in the field, and the hundreds of students behind them were frightened, cold sweat flowed, like a basin of ice water poured from their heads, all the fire in their hearts was extinguished, and they just wanted to escape from this place.

Xu Xian raised his hand gently,

Hundreds of iron horsemen turned over and dismounted to block all retreats, and hundreds of strong bows and strings were ready to be launched, and the sharp arrows were shining brightly, and a single order could make everyone in the field die through their hearts.

After saying that you are killing people, you naturally can't let you die easily.

The literati have the same name, and there are people in the world who want to be famous and don't want to die.

But since you want to punish your heart, you will naturally leave you stinky for 10,000 years!

Fuck the feast of righteous death,

It's just a bunch of crazy people who want to be famous!

"What is a literati and what is a backbone?"

"Who has not died in life since ancient times, leaving Dan to take care of the sweat and green, this is the style of the literati, but are you worthy?"

Xu Xian asked softly with a gentle step,

Indeed, no one present dared to speak.

"What should the world's scholars do?"

"Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations!"

The young man's clear voice echoed at the foot of the mountain, and when he said the last sentence, his tone rose sharply, and the hundreds of students were shocked, and there was an inexplicable meaning in their eyes when they looked at Xu Xian.

The stinging sword fell,

A boulder next to the mountain gate was cut open and smooth into the country, and twenty-two big characters fell on it, and there were more than three inches into the stone.

"And what did you do?"

"Reading the sage books of Na Lao Shizi on the mountain all day long, not doing anything to produce, not using his brain, listening to people's demagoguery, he will go down the mountain to spread rumors, call his name beautiful, sacrifice his life for righteousness, and he is not afraid of losing the face of the saint!"

Xu Xian put his sword into the sheath, his thin body stood on the steps, a gust of wind blew through the breath, and the breath was ethereal, not like a mortal, and everyone in the field looked at each other and was speechless for a long time.

"And what did you do?"

"Regardless of the reason, your Xu family committed a crime, killing the monarch and plotting rebellion This is an ironclad fact, and now that the imperial army is coming, it is inevitable that there will be another life, where are you thieves in the world?"

"With the chaos of war, how can the people in this world deal with themselves, how bitter is it?"

After a cup of tea, someone looked up and asked.

"The world is prosperous, the people are suffering, the world is dying, the people are suffering!"

"How can the people of Daqing not suffer?"

No one spoke in the middle of the voice,

Yes, how can the people of this world not suffer.

"As for me?"

Xu Xian pointed to himself, and then said softly,

"Naturally, it is for all generations to open peace!"

"The former emperor is old and mediocre, the court is above the Gonggong and the princes are vying for power and profit, the whole world is full of gates, land annexation, thousands of acres of fertile land at every turn, slaves at home are like clouds, and the world's scholars also only know about it, pedantic, the rural people have no land to plant, no clothes to wear, and there are grievances!"

"Since this fucking Daqing Dynasty has become a miasma, then it is up to me to overthrow all this, and lead my Xu family's 300,000 Beiliang Iron Cavalry to level the imperial court, the gate valve of the world, and the thousands of pickled things, and return the world to a bright future!"

The voice was not loud, and in the ears of everyone, it was indeed like Hong Zhong Da Lu, and the iron horse behind him clenched the iron halberd in his hand, looking at the thin body, a touch of fanaticism appeared in his eyes, and the hundreds of students were pale, their hearts were shaking, and their long-term pride was pressed to the ground and rubbed and trampled, which was even more uncomfortable than killing them.

"In that case, please be generous to your death!"

A piece of white paper at the cuff fell lightly to the ground,

One name after another, black and white on the paper, Liu Wenzhuo is impressively at the top, and the people who scold in the academy are all on the list, there are families, and there are poor families.

That fluttering white paper,

At this moment, it is like the book of life and death of the king of Hades, which can determine life and death.

Hundreds of students began to desperately flee backwards, their bags scattered all over the ground, everything was left behind, go to the damn generosity to die, I just want to live!

Some people were squeezed down the stone steps and rolled down, some were trampled and wailed, and some were old and collapsed to the ground beating their chests......

"Kill!"

Xu Xian turned around, the Sen Sen Iron Halberd fell, and where could the powerless reader escape?

After a stick of incense, the field was silent,

For all who gasped for breath died,

Blood dripped down the stone steps, scarlet,

Twenty-two big characters on the boulder,

Stained red with blood, it is particularly dazzling.

From afar, there were people on the mountain stepping down the stone steps,

It was an old man in the age of sixtieth year, carrying a bamboo basket, and if you looked closely, it was full of white cloth.

"Old man, what do you want?"

"Give them a corpse, after all, people are dead or buried in the ground. ”

Zuo Busheng sighed a little embarrassed, pulled out a white cloth from the back basket and covered a headless corpse, and after a while, he found a human head from the stairs and put it on, and after a while, half of his body was covered with blood.

Xu Xian watched quietly without making a sound,

After a cup of tea, more than a dozen students in long shirts poked their heads out on the mountain.

After a few words,

Stepping down the mountain, someone was holding a bucket, someone was holding a rag, someone was holding a wooden frame......

The people on the white paper are all dead, and the rest of the people naturally did not participate, Xu Xian leaned on the boulder and watched silently, watching them clean up the blood stains, watching them collect the corpses, although there was blood as far as the eye could see, but they still gritted their teeth and did it.

......

"Your Royal Highness, the man was already dead when he was found. Behind him, the iron rider who was blocking the road came back, and the body of the Confucian scholar with his eyes open was thrown to the ground.

"Sure enough, how can the family gate valve leave troubles, this Shangjing sacrificial wine is still in the next life. ”

"By the way, old man, this is the man who sold you all. ”

Xu Xian kicked the body of Wen Siqi and spoke.

"The old man knows, but life and death are fate, and the road is their own choice. Hearing this, the old man looked up at Xu Xian, there was no resentment or waves in his eyes, and the movements in his hands still did not stop, and he was piecing together the corpse.

"What's your name?"

"Left is not winn. ”

"From now on, you will be the dean of this Lishan Academy!"

Xu Xian glanced at it, there were only a dozen people left in the Lishan Academy, which was originally very few, and now there were only more than ten people present, since there were still people alive, then this academy had a reason to exist.

"Remember the words on it, or I'll come back later." ”

Xu Xian waved his hand, and the three thousand iron horsemen on his side turned over and got on the horse, turned the horse's head and looked at the big characters on the boulder and were stunned for a while, and then returned to the barracks with the horse's belly.