Chapter 226: A clever solution

"Not good!"

Yingquan quickly settled down, but he didn't expect to be affected by this person now!

Ying Quan endured the swelling pain in his mind, and with a flick of his hand, the sharp blade returned to his hand, and it had changed from blood red to snow white when it was issued. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A person who was stabbed in the throat had no reason to survive, let alone this white jade blade with a hundred shots.

It's so unreasonable.

In the academy, there are some ordinary students, and there are basically few who practice martial arts.

Yingquan didn't want to stay here longer.

First, he picked up the Zhengyi Heart Sutra, continued to protect his mind, and then unfolded "a little dust-free", and in a blink of an eye, there was no trace of Yingquan.

It was only at this time that the disciples of the academy dared to step forward to investigate Fan Zhongyan's body.

Fan Zhongyan, who still had a breath at this time, saw many disciples surrounding him, thought about it, and suddenly his eyes flashed, and then in the ears of all the disciples, a voice appeared in unison: "Forget today's events!"

Immediately afterwards, after a sudden burst of dizziness, they were all mixed to the ground, and there was no life left, leaving only Fan Zhongyan alone, dying.

"First Emperor, this is the last force that the old minister can do for the Great Song Dynasty!" Fan Zhongyan seemed to use all his strength to burst out this sentence from his chest and abdomen.

"Poof!"

Then Fan Zhongyan's body slammed heavily on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The light rain is also dripping, as if mourning the death of this generation of Confucianism.

......

On the outskirts of Yingtianfu, a remote place.

Yingquan is licking her wounds alone.

The pain of the explosion was like an explosion, but he couldn't help but keep rolling on the ground.

"This old guy really took the wrong medicine!"

"Ahh

"Bang bang bang!"

This is the sound of Yingquan hitting his head on the ground.

I have to say that Fan Zhongyan, who was already in a state of madness at that time, carried out this wave of attacks that were indeed extraordinary.

is like a maggot on the tarsal bone, so that Yingquan can't get rid of it in the slightest.

If Fan Zhong's previous methods of drowning in the wooden house were still mild, this last attack made Yingquan feel inhuman torture.

Those two sentences continued to penetrate into the thinking of this Yingquan, and even the Zhengyi Heart Sutra could not stop it.

"Even if you don't even want to die, you want me to do things for the imperial court!" Yingquan couldn't help but scolded: "Dream it!"

"The temple of TM is so high, and the rivers and lakes are far away, no one can stop me from doing what I want to do, I don't want to do it, and no one wants to force me!"

"Woohoo!"

Yingquan suddenly felt a heat in his chest, and a hot breath steamed up, surrounding his mind, and the warm feeling was gradually suppressing his pain like a needle prick.

At this moment, Yingquan actually felt like she was back in her mother's arms!

Mother!

Yingquan suddenly thought of this word, and his nose was sour for no reason, and what surprised Yingquan even more was that the corners of his eyes were slightly moist.

It feels so tender.

Yingquan's heart beat a few times rapidly, and in this gentle package, Yingquan only felt that his eyes were getting more and more blurred, so that in the end, he completely closed.

Only darkness remains.

Wen is like jade, Yingquan has an urge to never open his eyes again, so he sleeps in this tenderness, and it seems that it is not impossible.

But the next moment, in front of Yingquan's eyes, there was a scene that made him extremely angry, and the people at the border passed died tragically one after another under the enemy's iron cavalry.

The women of the Great Song Dynasty are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, allowing the enemy to bully.

The scene after scene in front of him was deeply engraved in the depths of Yingquan's heart.

"No!" Ying Quan suddenly shouted.

Immediately afterwards, the officials arbitrarily oppressed the people, and some martial arts masters even acted for the tiger, and the robbers in the Great Song Dynasty were everywhere, and they were messy!

"Ahh

He was breaking free, one side seemed to be gentle, but it was dark, and on the other side, there was smoke everywhere, and corpses were everywhere, but Yingquan knew that this was his destination!

"Smack!"

Yingquan opened his eyes, his mind, there was an unprecedented clarity, Yingquan looked in the direction of Yingtian Academy, and sneered: "Poor Dao can give everything for the Han nation, but the court of the Great Song Dynasty is not worth the poor Dao to die!"

At this time, Yingquan probably also knew Fan Zhongyan's intentions, but unfortunately, in the end, Fan Zhongyan was still a bad move.

Yingquan touched the jade tattoo that was still warm on his chest, and knew that it was all due to the fact that he did not become Fan Zhongyan's ideological puppet this time.

Otherwise, he is now Fan Zhongyan's stand-in, not Yingquan!

Although the Yin Yang Jade Pendant could not completely remove Fan Zhongyan's final blow, it skillfully resolved it.

Fan Zhongyan's original intention was to impose his thinking on Yingquan's head, so that Yingquan would be as loyal to the court as he was.

But he didn't expect that the yin and yang jade pendant would completely trigger the deep meaning and rise to the national righteousness.

The link of the Great Song Dynasty that was very cleverly avoided can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune.

Besides, although Yingquan seems to be indifferent, if the rivers and mountains of the Han nationality really fall into the hands of foreigners, he will definitely not stand idly by.

This time, he just discovered his potential meaning at one time.

"Whew!" Ying Quan sighed secretly, and still he didn't understand why Shen Kuo and Fan Zhongyan had set such a trap, even risking their lives to make him loyal to the imperial court.

Yingquan thought of what Shen Kuo said to himself before he died: "Don't let the rivers and mountains of the Great Song Dynasty fall into the hands of foreigners!"

Could it be that from that time he was secretly guiding himself?

Ying Quan felt a cold sweat behind him.

The rivers and mountains of the Great Song Dynasty!

Hum!

Yingquan snorted coldly, and secretly thought in his heart: "If the court really doesn't meet my wishes, I don't mind replacing him with another one!"

Yingquan had never had such an idea before, but after Shen Kuo and Fan Zhongyan did this, Yingquan was a little dissatisfied with the court of the Great Song Dynasty.

Because Yingquan is not sure how much Shen Kuo has calculated about his own affairs, and how much does the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty know!

......

In the depths of the palace, Zhao Ji once again took out a file that had already been turned over by himself.

On the cover are two big letters: "Yingquan!"

"Yingquan, Huashan, the savior of the Great Song Dynasty crisis!"

There are only or just a few words on it, and the final signature is Shen Kuo.

"Shen Tianji, how credible is your calculation!" Zhao Ji sighed secretly, closed the file in his hand, and put it into the secret box.

"Bang!"

Zhao Ji suddenly fell to the wall with a punch, and his eyes exuded a strange brilliance: "When do I need someone else to save my Great Song River!" )