In the pouring rain, Mr. Liang, who had entered the liquor store before, was thrown out of the liquor store and fell heavily into the mud, stained with mud.

And he couldn't get up immediately, but struggled for a long time, and could only lie in the mud and watch the old Confucian who appeared at the door of the wine shop.

This scene made dozens of horsemen who came with Mr. Liang look at each other, and finally set their eyes on the middle-aged man in the lead.

The middle-aged man's face was solemn, this trip to go out, it was indeed that there was no military order from the Northern Military Mansion, and even Liang Shu did not get the approval of the Northern Military Mansion, it was completely a private action, Liang Shu's death here was actually not a big problem, if the Northern Military Mansion traced it down, he would probably be able to put all the blame on Liang Shu, and in fact, this trip was almost because Liang Shu wanted to take the demon pill, and it was not good to go out privately, so he gave some money, so that he, the captain of the Northern Military Mansion, picked some brothers to accompany him, and when the time came, as long as he erased the silver money, even if the Northern Military Mansion blamed it, he could probably use the reason that Liang Shu was persecuted to deal with it。

But if these horsemen behind him were killed by the old Confucian who stood at the door of the wine shop, and then the Northern Military Mansion tracked it down, but it was really troublesome, maybe if it was transmitted to Luoyang City in the future, His Majesty the Emperor would also be furious, you must know that after the general Xu Wuting of the border army of the Northern Military Mansion was dismissed and returned to Beijing for no reason, the generals in the entire Northern Military Mansion were cautious, just afraid of becoming the second target of His Majesty the Emperor's knife？

You must know that His Majesty the Emperor, no matter how gentle his image is, is still a king who can distinguish between right and wrong, and whether he kills or not is only a thought.

The middle-aged man remained silent, but he turned his horse back a few steps, and the horsemen behind him were all aware of it, and slowly took a few steps back, trying to stay away from the place of right and wrong.

At this moment, the middle-aged man's choice is unusually indifferent, but it is also very realistic.

The old Confucian stood at the door of the wine shop, looked at Liang Shu lying on the ground, and asked calmly, "Which academy are you a student of?"

In fact, there are dozens of academies and schools in Yanling alone, not every Confucian monk has come out of that school palace, not to mention that this place is not far from Dayu, as far as the old Confucian students know, there are at least several academies in this Dayu, and he really doesn't know which one of Liangshu's students is.

Liang Shu had a sharp pain in all his internal organs, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Before Liang came to the Northern Military Mansion, he studied at Luoshui Academy!"

I have to say that Liang Shu is really intellectual, knowing that this old Confucian is a Confucian monk, he does not involve the Northern Military Mansion, but only says that he is studying in Luoshui Academy.

Sure enough, after the old Confucian heard the four words of Luoshui Academy, the expression on his face really changed a little, and it seemed to be a little reminiscence, and it seemed to be a memory.

Liang Shu clung to the last straw, "Is Mr. old with my Luoshui Academy, today's students are abrupt, and it is really not appropriate to do such things that damage the character of scholars, but please leave a life for Mr. so that Liang Shu can sincerely repent." ”

The old Confucian sneered when he heard this: "Since you have done something wrong, where is there a reason not to be punished, the old man is not like such a sour Confucian, he only knows how to blindly admonish and advise." Besides, you Luoshui Academy, and the old man does have an old age, but this old word is not very good, the old man studied in Luoshui Academy, and the academy turned the old man away, saying that the old man does not look like a scholar, it is really a strange thing for his mother, do you want to read a person, you can judge it with your face? It's really ridiculous, the old man didn't enter Luoshui Academy, he traveled to Yanling for decades, and he didn't set foot on that big road of cultivation, but you have no enmity with the old man, and the old man is not willing to use any old things to respond to you, just say one word, you want to take the demon pill of the wine shop shopkeeper, the old man will not agree, bullying a woman with a hidden disease, you can also open your mouth, the old man is ashamed of you!"

Liang Shu's face was bitter, and he asked, "The old gentleman really didn't spare the student this time?"

The old Confucian did not speak, but only made a flexion of his fingers with one hand.

Liang Shu had no luck at this moment, and he simply stopped pretending that he couldn't get up, and after standing up, the Confucian monk took out an ancient inkstone from his arms.

Staring at the old Confucian student, Liang Shu was expressionless, "Although Mr. said that the realm is not low and he has already crossed the green silk, but the student doesn't want to sit still." ”

The old Confucian walked into the heavy rain from the gate with his hands, let the raindrops wet his body, and came to ten steps away from Liang Shu, before the old Confucian spoke, "Come and let the old man see what the power of your ancient inkstone is?"

Liang Shu sneered and said nothing, and no longer hid it, he pinched a magic trick in his hand, and the ancient inkstone hovered directly in mid-air, and after a while, the qi machine was great, and this ancient inkstone actually began to suck all the surrounding rain into the ancient inkstone, and for a while, the vision gradually appeared.

The ancient inkstone flipped over, and from the ancient inkstone, an inky river was pierced, overwhelming, and headed towards the old Confucian.

In addition, as the long river of black pierced through the ancient inkstone, the surrounding rain gradually turned black.

It can be described as a rain of ink.

In the ink rain, the old Confucian looked at the long river of ink, and asked with a smile: "Confucian sages, with a splendid article is enough to wipe out most of the demons in the world, your long river of ink is also similar, but it is too far behind, besides, you are really the kind of demon that the old man is?"

Before the words fell, the old Confucian walked into the long river of ink, but he didn't see any ink staining his clothes.

He didn't say a word, just looked at Liang Shu, his expression was extremely flat, as if this long river of ink had no effect on him at all.

He didn't use the slightest bit of the magic power of the Green Silk Realm, as if he didn't want to, as if he didn't need to.

The old Confucian was definitely not the bad old man who drank in the wine shop before.

It should be high-spirited.

He lifted one hand and lost the other behind him.

The whole inky river suddenly turned its head.

Although Liang Shu still has some connection with that ancient inkstone, he can no longer control the inky river.

The old Confucian smiled and said: "I think you are just a fake scholar abandoned by the academy, how do you know how Confucianism should work." ”

"The Confucian monks in the world, no matter whether the realm is high or not, but most of them are on a broad road, and who has to go to a small road like you?"

After saying this, the old Confucian raised his hand suddenly waved, "If you are not infected by this inky river, the old man will let you live, if you can't stand it, you can only say that you have suffered yourself." ”

The inky river reversed and attacked Liang Shu, who stared wide-eyed with a look of disbelief, while the old Confucian turned around without looking back, stopped at the door of the wine shop, took off his shoes, washed off the mud on the soles of his shoes, and then put them back on and walked into the door of the wine shop.

As soon as he entered the door, the old Confucian took a jar of wine from the counter, cleaned the crossbow arrows, sat opposite Li Fuyao, and after pouring a bowl, the old Confucian smiled and said, "Young man, can you still drink?"

Li Fuyao was silent for a moment, and said calmly: "A few jars of wine are not a problem. ”

The old Confucian clapped his hands and smiled: "In this case, let's have a drink." ”

Then the old Confucian turned his head to look at the middle-aged woman who had been in a state of distraction all along, and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper, this jar of wine is recorded in my account, and when you have money, I will pay you back." ”

The middle-aged woman who finally came back to her senses touched her forehead, and looked at this old Confucian with a strange expression, before he was in the wine shop for these days, she didn't see it at all, just a poor old Confucian student, but now why in a blink of an eye, this old guy has become a hidden master, and it seems that even if he is in his heyday, he may not be able to deal with it, they all say that there is a great god around him in the market, and when he comes back to his senses, the middle-aged woman smiled happily: "This jar of wine lady invited." ”

The old Confucian laughed loudly, "Can you, the 'old lady', erase those accounts before that?" ”

The middle-aged woman snorted coldly, "Don't think!"