Da-da-da-da!

In the bustling city, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves, and some people who had suffered losses suddenly changed their color and shouted: "Zongma Yanei is here again!"

Suddenly the chickens and dogs jumped, and there was a mess, and some children were knocked down, sitting on the ground and crying, mixed with the sound of chickens and dogs chirping, it was like a big pot of boiling porridge.

The streets, which had been crowded a moment before, suddenly emptied, making way for a path.

Gotta get it!

Chu Saburo rode a horse with hair like snow and roared past.

This mount, without a trace of variegation on its body, also belongs to an extremely rare horse of famous breeds. There is a famous hall, called "the jade lion of the night", which is very valuable.

There are ten horses in his stable at home, and the most valuable one is the sweaty horse, and then it will be the turn of this "Jade Lion in the Night". The BMW flew into trouble and was beheaded by a sword, and the murderer has not been caught so far, which makes Chu Saburo extremely angry. When my uncle finally let go, he could let him go out, and he couldn't help but ride the "Jade Lion in the Night" to relive the long-lost pleasure of galloping.

One rode in the dust, followed by two healthy servants who ran panting like oxen. Thanks to their habit of running, this can keep up with the young master's shadow. I believe that if you practice for a few more years, you are afraid that you will not be able to learn by yourself, and you may even master peerless light skills such as "seven steps to catch cicadas".

When they passed, the crowd suddenly exploded:

"Isn't this Chu Yanei scared?

"It was cured a few days ago, and it is said that I was cured by a monk. ”

"Monk, what monk?"

"Who knows? It should be a monk from Youfang, who cured Chu Yanei, and the Lord of Zhizhou was happy, so he asked people to build a temple for him in the Western District, which seems to be called 'Lonely Sky Temple'. ”

"The damn stinky monk talks about mercy all day long, but he saves the wicked and brings disaster to the market. ”

This curse obviously lowered his voice.

"Hey, you're really right, the monk's Dharma name is 'Stinky Monk'. ”

"No, this bald donkey should have a lot of flutes, and he actually has such a legal name......"

In the words, the disgust was unconcealed, and even the bald donkey barked directly. As the saying goes, "love the house and the black", and hatred is the same. They were harassed by Chu Sanlang, and there was a lot of resentment in their hearts; since they hated Chu Sanlang, where did they have a good impression of the stinky monk who treated Chu Sanlang?

When the discussion was discussed, there was a scolding incidentally.

This is also a kind of public opinion.

If a warlock is here, open his spiritual eyes, and you can see that public opinion is churning, and one by one the invisible thoughts of anger are gathered together, and they will not dissipate for a long time in the air.

But it was said that Chu Sanlang, the horse was flying, and he came straight to the Guanchen Academy, and ran until the open space in the front yard as usual before stopping, got off the horse, and threw the reins casually. But at this time, the two healthy servants who were waiting with him had not yet followed, and he suddenly felt annoyed in his heart.

After waiting for a while, the servants finally arrived, but they were greeted with a whip that cut their heads and covered their faces.

The two healthy servants were in pain and screamed, but they didn't dare to dodge, knowing that their son-in-law had a sullen feeling in his heart and couldn't vent it, so he could only find a reason to sprinkle it on himself. If you are whipped up, it is actually light, but if you are beaten with a big board, it will hurt your bones and bones, and then it will be fatal.

The life of a slave is as cheap as an ant, and there is no choice at all.

After beating for a while, Chu Saburo threw the whip and broke into the school hall of the first-class class with his hands.

The atmosphere that was originally quite active suddenly froze, and many eyes looked over, but they were glared at by Chu Sanlang's eyes, and they flickered and lowered their heads.

As soon as Chu Sanlang walked in, he stared at Ye Junsheng and his pen.

There are many students in the school, because it is not class time, they are either standing or sitting, or talking about something, or reading books and writing by themselves.

Ye Junsheng was writing.

Sitting upright, it looks like a firm rock, resolute, rigorous, and steady, completely immersed in the state of copying and splashing ink, heaven and earth are only me, and they don't pay attention to the movement of external things, including Chu Saburo's sudden intrusion.

Mount Tai collapsed in front and the color remained unchanged, and the elk was on the left and the eyes were not instantaneous, nothing more than that.

Inexplicably, Chu Saburo was angry, and he was very disgusted by Ye Junsheng's preoccupied posture. If it was a different place, it was estimated that he would rush over, pick Ye Junsheng up, and slap him a few times.

It's a pity that it is located in the classroom of the academy right now, even if Chu Sanlang has a Chu Zhizhou standing behind him, he can't arbitrarily beat his classmates. In case of a disturbance, the crowd will be surging, and the pressure of public opinion will be very great. After all, Ye Junsheng is not a flat-headed scholar, he is a talent and a student in the academy. Even if it is only the fame of the lowest scholars, but the fame is fame, and the court will pay attention to it, and it is impossible for people to be humiliated and bullied at will.

Although Chu Sanlang admires martial arts and hates literature, he understands the rules and understands what should be done in a specific environment, so he can only glare at Ye Junsheng viciously at this time, and then sit back in his place.

At this time, Ye Junsheng practiced writing and put down the brush. Now that his cultivation is stable, his senses are keen, and he is naturally completely aware of Chu Sanlang's hostile gaze, he sneered in his heart, and suddenly became interested, picked up his pen again, and wrote words on a blank piece of paper:

"There is a god three feet above his head, and the god will report it if he doesn't report it! ”

A sigh came from Liu Tianchen next to him. He just stretched out his head, and when he saw the words written by Ye Junsheng, he couldn't help but read it softly.

Ye Junsheng smiled at him, and suddenly grabbed the words and ink and kneaded them together.

Liu Tianchen asked distressedly: "Junsheng, why is it invalid?"

Ye Junsheng threw the paper ball into the wastepaper basket placed next to the bookcase, and said with a smile: "I'm not satisfied." ”

Liu Tianchen looked at him with a blank look, and looked at his expression, almost wanting to take the waste paper basket into his arms and snatch the ball of paper in his hand - it is said that today's book saints, on weekdays, dozens of people often gather around the mansion, all of them stretch their necks, just waiting for the book saint's family to take out the garbage. Then they rushed up to see if they could get the word and a half written in the book sanctuary, or collect it, or sell it.

Waste paper can also be sold for money, and the great Tianhua Dynasty may only have the glory that the book saint can enjoy.

It won't be long before it's time for class.

Time has feet, it flies by in a flash, and in a blink of an eye, it's noon, and it's time to eat after school.

"Ye Junsheng, come here, I have something to say to you. ”

Chu Saburo suddenly shouted.

The members of the crowd suddenly smelled some kind of violence, and quickly dispersed, looking at Ye Junsheng's gaze, the meaning was complicated, and they all had their own opinions.

Guo Nanming, who was also in the first-class class, couldn't help frowning: Although he had been traveling abroad to study some time ago, he had heard a lot of rumors about Chu Sanlang after he came back, and knew that he was a real gentleman who could play any trick.

This time, Ye Junsheng was targeted by him, which was definitely not a good thing.

Guo Nanming was quite dissatisfied with Ye Junsheng, but only in terms of poetry and talent, he was arrogant, and he would not act like a martial artist like Chu Sanlang.

"Well, if Chu Sanlang really wants to come here, I will come forward to rescue Ye Junsheng for one or two......"

His Guo family is a famous family, and he still has some weight.

When he arrived at a remote place in the academy, Chu Sanlang stood still, clasped his arms into fists, looked at Ye Junsheng who came over, and said with a commanding attitude: "Ye Junsheng, this son will give you one last chance, now go and help me lead the horse to the street, after the tour, maybe I will be magnanimous, spare you, and not deprive you of your fame." You can think clearly, your fame is stripped away, and you will never be able to turn over again. ”

In the Tianhua Dynasty, for a scholar, the most painful thing is to be stripped of his reputation, which means that he cannot be hired again for life, his future is ruined, and it is better to die than to die, which is even more tragic than failing to pass the exam for decades, after all, people can continue to take the exam.

Ye Junsheng asked very calmly, "Young Master Chu, I have an enmity with you?"

"No grudge. ”

"Hate?"

"Hehe, it's up to you, and you don't deserve to be hated by this son. ”

Ye Junsheng said: "Then why do you have to get along with me?"

"Haha!"

Chu Saburo laughed and looked at him idiotically: "My son said a long time ago that a certain person hates being rejected the most in his life, and you should be conscious when you rejected me." ”

Ye Junsheng remained silent, and suddenly said, "Young Master Chu, do you know what I hate the most in my life?"

Chu Sanlang raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"Threatened!"

Chu Sanlang's pupils shrank, and he looked at him again, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly in a mocking arc, and he sighed twice: "It's really a hard bone...... It's a pity that you met Ben Gongzi, and I like to find people with hard bones to do it. Well, the last bit of patience has been worn out. Ye Junsheng, this son can tell you very responsibly, all this is your own fault. ”

With that, he turned around and walked away, and came to the meadow, where the servant hurriedly handed over the whip.

Chu Sanlang turned over and got on the horse, clamped his legs, and ran out with a roar: he didn't feel strange about Ye Junsheng's attitude, among scholars, it is not uncommon for people to have a backbone, especially the so-called genius like Ye Junsheng, who is famous, is high-spirited and invincible, thinking that he can despise the powerful if he is full ......of talent, mighty and unyielding, rich and noble, "naïve!"

Scolding fiercely in his heart, Chu Sanlang showed a cruel smile and muttered: I have been very aggrieved these days, and I need to have some fun, so let's cut Ye Junsheng. Ben Gongzi wants to make this nerd understand that the cruel reality is always bloody...... By the way, I heard that he has a very smart girl, so I'm going to go over and take a look now, and see how many colors there are...... With his mind decided, he waved his whip and slammed it in the air to urge the horse to run faster. As for really hitting the horse, he was reluctant.

The sound of horses' hooves was urgent, and the people on the street heard it from afar, knowing that Chu Yamen was coming, they hurriedly dodged on both sides, and it was almost a chaotic scene of chickens flying and dogs jumping. The thoughts of complaining and cursing are soaring, if he can think of killing people, Chu Saburo has already been so scarred that he can't die anymore.

It's just, can thoughts kill?

(To be continued)