"Noisy and noisy, what kind of system!"

Su Zixiu stood in front of the golden gate of the Temple of Literature, his face sank like water, and he shouted at the many Confucian halberds in front of him, "What kind of place is this?

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Su Zixiu's face was even heavier, his palm stretched out, and he grabbed the scholar in mid-air, and the castration of this scholar suddenly stopped, and then like a kite that was retracted, he flew towards Su Zixiu's side quickly.

At this time, the scene had quieted down, and a group of scholars were all surprised when they saw the lord of the mansion appear, and they didn't dare to move forward anymore, so they stood aside one after another and made way for them.

Some of the noisy people who were doing small business next to them also kept silent.

Everyone's eyes turned to the mid-air, and they flew towards Su Zixiu's scholar with a scream.

The Great Zhou Dynasty had very strict jurisdiction over the folk martial arts, and ordinary people rarely saw the battle between real martial arts masters.

After a clear sound, Su Zixiu had already grabbed the flying scholar and put it down, and after glaring at this person fiercely, Su Zixiu snorted coldly and walked down the steps.

A scholar next to him saw Su Zixiu coming, hurriedly bowed down, and said in a trembling voice: "Boss, this is the case......

Su Zixiu's eyelids raised slightly, emitting a sharp light, "Huh?"

The scholar on the other side felt the coldness in Su Zixiu's eyes, his body trembled, he said half of a sentence, and swallowed the rest into his stomach, bowed his head and retreated, not daring to say anything more.

Su Zixiu turned his gaze to the little beggar opposite.

At the same time as he looked at the little beggar, the little beggar opposite also looked at him, and the two looked at each other, and Su Zixiu trembled inexplicably.

I saw that the little flower on the opposite side was about seven feet tall, with unkempt hair, curled trousers, bare feet, and a blue robe on his body turned blue and white because he had worn it for too long.

Su Zixiu looked at it for a moment, his heart suddenly changed, and he suddenly remembered the urgent report from the imperial court he received yesterday, and his face changed wildly.

He took a deep breath and asked softly, "What is the name of this little brother?" I wonder why you fought with my Confucian disciples before the Temple of Literature?"

The person in the shape of a beggar on the opposite side is Yang Xian, after he killed the leader of the Surveying Thunder Department in Yaoshan, he killed the rest of the masters one after another, until the entire Thunder Department was killed, then Shi Shiran came to Qingyang Mansion and went to the Confucian Temple to worship the ancestors of Confucianism.

Because he couldn't get used to seeing the peach wood union at the gate of the Confucian Temple, he smashed it, which caused such a storm.

According to common sense, as the head of Yang Xian's Confucian sect, he should not be so reckless.

The so-called gentleman does not stand under the dangerous wall, as the master of Confucianism, when the enemy is strong and I am weak and lonely, we should preserve our strength and grow stronger in secret.

But Yang Xian is upright in everything he does, and he never does ghostly things, so he really matches the word "Xian" in his name.

The original meaning of the word "xian" is: an ornament on the head.

And the ornaments are worn for people to see, which is naturally afraid that they are not gorgeous, that they are not eye-catching, and that they are not eye-catching.

What Yang Xian is doing now is completely in line with the original meaning of his name.

He has a calm temperament, but he acts in an extremely high-profile manner!

If he is an ordinary sect, it is fine, but once he becomes the master of Confucianism, he will become the target of public criticism, and it is completely the way to die if he does something bright and true under the condition of his lack of strength.

Mei Niansheng knew what was wrong with his apprentice, so he let Yang Xian travel barefoot all over the nineteen states with an unkempt face.

His original intention was to let Yang Xian temper his temperament, the nineteen states in the world, if it was one by one, how could it take more than ten years, with these ten years as a buffer, Yang Xian would definitely grow into a Gaidai grandmaster, and at that time, he would enter Zhongzhou again, kill the rebels, clean up the portal, and Confucianism would naturally flourish.

But in any case, he would not have thought that Yang Xian would change "travel all over the nineteen states" to "visit the nineteen states", the difference between one word and the error is thousands of miles.

Now Yang Xian's first worship is to worship Qingzhou!

At this time, he heard Su Zixiu ask, and said with a smile: "I am ......"

As soon as he said two words, he heard Su Zixiu suddenly shout: "Stop!"

Su Zixiu glanced at Yang Xian deeply and shouted, "I don't care who you are, and I don't want to know who you are!"

He said loudly, "I only ask you, is it right or wrong for you to make a loud noise in front of the temple and beat the scholars?"

Yang Xian was slightly stunned, and said honestly: "The temple is noisy, and it is indeed my fault to beat people!"

When Su Zixiu heard Yang Xian say this, he immediately nodded and said, "Very good! It seems that you also know that you are wrong!"

He didn't give the moment a chance to speak, and continued: "Knowing your mistakes can improve your great efforts! You are an ignorant villager, a wandering beggar, even if you can use your fists and feet, this holy place of the Temple of Literature is not a place for you to spread wild, since you know that you are wrong, why don't you go to the temple and bow down to my Confucian sages to ask for sin?"

Many scholars next to him thought that the lord of the mansion would punish this stinky student in front of him, but they didn't expect Su Zixiu to say such a thing, and everyone looked at each other for a while, suspecting that something was wrong with their ears.

You must know that only Confucian disciples can enter this Confucian Temple, if people outside the door want to enter, they must have the nod of the highest status of the local Confucian people, and ordinary white bodies want to enter the Confucian Temple, that is not to think.

And now in front of him, this Hanako beat someone, but the lord of the house asked him to go to the temple to kneel and plead guilty, where is this punishment, it is simply a compliment!

Not only did many of the scholars next to him feel extremely abrupt, but even the small merchants and vendors on the side also found it incomprehensible.

An old Confucian with a white beard couldn't bear it any longer, so he walked up to Su Zixiu with courage and said in a low voice: "Boss, this is called Huazi's skill, it must be a big deal, not ordinary people, so rashly let him step into the Temple of Literature to worship the sages, I'm afraid this is not in line with the etiquette?"

"Bold!"

Listening to the words of the old Confucian student, Su Zixiu was furious, "This government has ordered, how can you be allowed to put your beak?

The old Confucian had never seen the mansion master speak so violently, so frightened that he staggered, fell to the ground with a pop, rolled a few times, retreated in a hurry, and stood aside just trembling.

Su Zixiu drank and retreated from the old Confucian, and said softly to Yang Xian: "I asked you to kneel down and worship the sage and ask for sin, do you go or not?"

Yang Xian glanced at Su Zixiu with a smile, "I'll go!"

He smiled and said: "The noisy fight in front of the temple is just a trivial matter, please don't ask for guilt, it's okay, but as the lord of Qingzhou Mansion, the people under your rule have starved to death countless times, do you have to bow down to the ancestors of Confucianism for such a big crime first?"

Su Zixiu's face was gloomy, and he didn't answer, but just stretched out his hand and made a void at the door, "Please!"

Yang Xian did not hesitate, walked forward, and arrived in front of the temple gate in a few steps, went up the steps, and walked straight to the doorway.

He had just entered the doorway when the door behind him suddenly closed.

Yang Xian walked into the courtyard, looked ahead, and saw an old tree, next to the stone table, a thin old man with white hair was standing there with a teapot and looking at him with a smile.

The old man looked at Yang Xian and asked with a smile, "Confucian sect master?"

As he spoke, the spout of the teapot in his hand suddenly spewed out a water arrow, shooting at Yang Xian, and when it reached Yang Xian's face, the water arrow suddenly exploded into a drop of water, covering Yang Xian's body overwhelmingly.

Although this water drop is small, it gives people a feeling of a thousand powers, and a grain of water droplets seems to have the ability to penetrate stones through gold, emitting a thin thunder in the air, and instantly arrived in front of Yang Xian.

After a stream of tea squirted out, the old man on the opposite side took a sip of tea into the spout and sighed softly: "It's too young, it's no fun to kill!"