Seeing that they were about to stop him, Yang Yi was afraid that no one would bear the responsibility of Zhendexiu to death after he left, and immediately said with a smile: "As a master of Neo-Confucianism, Zhendexiu died of shame after being asked by me. This matter is a shame to Neo-Confucianism. How could they make up for it? If I left quietly at this time, I am afraid they would be eager to do so. In this way, fabricating a traitor who assassinated the old master and spread it to the world, wouldn't it be possible to change the situation and cover it up?"

Yang Yi smiled and said, "So, you don't have to worry that after I leave, the Neo-Confucian forces will come to you for guilt. They can't hide this matter, so how could it be known to everyone in the city?"

Several old men on the stage thought for a moment, and finally the dean of the academy said, "No matter how you say it, you can't escape. I don't care about his Neo-Confucianism lineage, nor can I control it. But today, it was a human life. A master of the genocide was angry to death by you. It's a big deal. How could he have to come to his Neo-Confucianism heads so that I can let you go."

The old dean said: "Don't worry, I just asked you to state this matter to them and I will definitely not harm your life. If they really do not benefit you, my students in the yard will not agree!"

Seeing that his words were sincere, Yang Yi sighed, "If it were normal for me to stay in the academy for a few days, it would be nothing, but I have important things right now and I have to go to the north. I really can't stay here for a long time. This disappointed the old dean."

The old dean said: "What is the most important thing compared to what is happening right now? Now Neo-Confucianism is in a strong momentum and is about to spread across the country, but you are beaten to death by you. This is a great event that has a profound impact. You should not leave it in terms of emotion or reason."

Yang Yi said: "No matter how important theories are, they are just talking about big talk. How many people are really used for the people? Nowadays, bandits are hitting the border, and there are many wars on the frontier, and the Song soldiers are killed and injured. However, the country is full of singing and dancing, doing business, doing business, doing academic knowledge, and completely forget that it is already on the verge of destruction, and the destruction of the country is only in an instant."

The old dean looked ashamed and said, "You are right, but now the court is in chaos, and the ministers in the court are busy fighting and neglecting the control. Even if I have the intention to kill thieves, I have no power to kill thieves. Apart from studying, I really don't know what else can do for future generations. It's rare that you have the intention to serve the country, but I don't know why you are eager to leave here?"

Yang Yi said: "I have something to do when I go north this time. After doing this, I can ensure peace in the tenth year of the Song Dynasty. How can I stay here because of this?"

The old yard looked disbelief: "What kind of virtue do you have to dare to say such a big deal? There is only one person in the world who can protect my peace for ten years of the Song Dynasty."

The old dean looked regretful: "It's just that this person did not kill the Northern Jin Emperor but killed the king of his country. He was a madman. If this person took action to kill the head of the Jin Kingdom, it would indeed cause chaos in the Jin Kingdom's dynasty and would not be calmed down for ten years. But even if you are a rich young man, how can you get this person's hair? You'd better stay in my academy for a few days."

Yang Yi laughed and said, "The old dean attaches great importance to Yang so much, which makes Yang flattered."

He reached out and pushed away the group of scholars who intercepted him, and roared. A yellow horse yelled from the gate of the academy and ran over. Yang Yi turned over the horse, pulled up the reins of the horse, and immediately leaned over to the old dean and said, "I will go north to kill the head of the Jin Kingdom and achieve the old dean's wish just now." With a long laugh, he urged the horse to leave the academy and ran straight out of the gate, leaving smoke and dust rolling on the road.

After a long time, the academy members came to their senses and a group of scholars were talking.

One person asked the old dean: "Teacher, what do the few words this person said before leaving?"

The old dean still looked confused and murmured: "It's really him? It's really him? Why did he come here?"

He thought hard for a while and suddenly said, "Yes, this person has always been wild, and he must have seen the forced rules of Neo-Confucianism lineage dislike him, so he came here to debate with Neo-Confucians. But he didn't expect that this person not only has the courage to be inappropriate, but also has a far better knowledge than ordinary people. King Yang Tian, ​​Yang Tian, ​​it turns out that you are like this!"

The student who asked was stunned when he heard this: "Teacher, is he really the big devil Yang Crazy?"

The old dean came to his senses and smiled and said, "With the power of Yang Tianwang, who in the world dares to pretend to be him?"

The student said: "This person killed the monarch in court, and is the largest rebel in the world. But why do I admire him so much when I see the teacher's words?"

The old dean shook his head and said, "You, don't follow the crowd. It depends on what he did, what he did, and what the consequences were. Killing the monarch is small, saving the country is big. Since this person was born, his words and actions have revealed a tragic song of Yanzhao and his generous and heroic spirit. Killing Tartars, killing thieves, killing officials, bandits, and killing the emperor. Anyone who does anything wrong will never escape his hands."

The old dean sighed to the sky: "This person is a hero in the world!"

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Yang Yi left Bailu Academy and went down the mountain without going far. He saw a few men from the martial arts world hesitantly gathering around. Yang Yi stopped at the horse and saw that he was the men who had a mutton banquet that he saw last time in the tavern.

The man in front of him was the black-faced man with a beard and a heart-protecting hair on his chest. At this time, he looked panicked, with his upper body naked, and a bundle of thorns on his back. He moved to Yang Yima tremblingly, and kneeled down and howled, "Grandpa, please spare your life!"

Seeing this, Yang Yi was very funny: "Brother, what are you doing?"

The bearded man knocked on the ground for a few times. When he raised his head, he was already covered in mud and sand. He howled: "The little one is blind and doesn't know that Yang Tianwang is here. After drinking a few taels of cat pee, he is even more disrespectful to the king and said a lot of bastards. Please give up the little one."

Several brothers behind him also walked up and fell to the ground: "Grandpa, please spare your life!"

Seeing that they were all naked and carrying thorns, Yang Yi said with a funny look: "A few guys who eat sheep, are you just carrying thorns to apologize?"

The leading black-faced man said, "There is a saying in the play that carries thorns and apologizes for guilt. The young man wants to learn from the ancients to apologize to the king. This bundle of thorns was picked by the small one from the nearby mountains, and the most tenacious one. The young man probably broke the bundle of thorns behind the small one, and your old man's anger was gone. Therefore, he specially waited here to wait for grandpa."

Yang Yi laughed loudly, leaned over and pulled out a long thorn from behind him, and waved it down suddenly. The black-faced man was so scared that he closed his eyes tightly and did not dare to watch it. He just closed his eyes and waited for the thorn to fall on his back.

There was a sudden sound, and the strong wind blew on the face in an instant, and the mud and sand brought it hurt.

When the wind stopped, the black-faced man opened his eyes and saw a crack on the gravel road in front of him, several inches deep and several feet long. At this time, a thorn was slowly pulling out of the crack.

The black-faced man looked up along the jingle and saw Yang Yi waving in the air with the jingle. The sound of breaking through the air was extremely sharp, making his ears buzzing.

Yang Yi laughed and said, "Brother, are you sure you want me to use the thorn to suck you?"

"Grandpa! Give me your life! You can't smoke it! This will be dead!"

The black-faced man was so scared that he was sweating all over. He lay on the ground and kept kowtowing. The men behind him also kowtowed: "Grandpa, please spare me! Grandpa, please spare me!"

Yang Yi smiled and said, "It's not difficult to spare your life. If you have something to do for me, I will not only surround you, but also pass on your skills. It depends on whether you are willing to do it."

The black-faced man was surprised and happy: "Grandpa, if you have any questions, just tell the younger ones to go through fire and water without hesitation!"
Chapter completed!