In the Jingxin Pavilion, golden light suddenly appeared.

This kind of vision instantly attracted the attention of countless people!

"Over there, did something happen to the students?"

Mr. Lu became more and more anxious, but suddenly he saw that the man in front of him was also stunned for a while, and then he realized something was wrong.

"Yue Er is dead!"

Zheng Daoyuan's voice eagerly passed through the minds of every member of Moxiang Pavilion:

"We are being plotted!"

"I didn't expect that the Ming Academy would actually hold back such terrifying pressure. In the Jingxin Pavilion, there is a strong man who is at least a great Confucian!"

"How is it possible? Aren't there only three great Confucian scholars? And they killed Yue Er, is that the end of it?!"

"Evacuate quickly, we don't have enough time!"

"No matter how stupid that saint is, he will send troops here now! By then, none of us will be able to leave!"

The man looked at the gentlemen in front of him, with veins popping up all over his face!

In Mohu Pavilion, the person with whom he has the best relationship is Yue Er.

Now that his brother is dead, but he can't get revenge, how can he swallow this feeling?!

But it was about his own head. No matter how angry he felt, he could only roar angrily, punch several gentlemen until they were paralyzed, and then ran away in a hurry!

The situation was chaotic for a while, and everyone was too busy to take care of themselves.

On the side of Jingxin Pavilion, the golden light dissipated, and after a long time, everyone recovered from the chaos.

"This, what on earth is going on?"

Deng Qingyuan looked at the filthy things on the ground and felt nauseated.

Before he could figure out the situation, the excited voices of several female disciples suddenly came from behind him:

"As expected of Mr. Deng, he killed that villain with a single sword strike with great righteousness!"

"Young Master Deng is so handsome! I didn't expect that Young Master Deng would hide his cultivation on weekdays. With this strength, he has at least reached the level of a polymath, right!?"

"Ah? It's not me..."

Deng Qingyuan still wanted to explain, but he was already surrounded by female disciples who rushed over.

Soon, his true nature was lost in the charming voices of Mr. Deng.

"You don't need to worry. As a member of the Ming Academy, if the academy is in trouble, I will naturally help!"

"If you hide your clumsiness in times of crisis, you really are not a hero!"

Deng Qingyuan's stinky fart instantly caused the women to bump into each other, and the other male disciples' mouths were sore as they watched.

Among the crowd, only the little fat man Chai Dao stood up in a daze and looked at the Jingxin Pavilion behind him in horror.

He will definitely not hear it wrong!

That furious roar was none other than Zhang Yuchen!

"Who is he?"

While the little fat man was confused, scared and excited, Zhang Yuchen had a headache.

During the exam days, he stayed up late copying books. During the day, there might be some people coming to the third floor. In order to be quiet at night, even the old man went home to take a nap, so no one would disturb him.

In a quiet environment, my understanding of the way of the sages becomes stronger.

Originally, he had copied more than 600 books today, and his practice of Taoism had reached perfection, and a breakthrough was imminent. He only needed one breath of righteousness to break through to the Great Perfection of Bocai, but he didn't know that bursts of roaring sounds suddenly came from the academy, disturbing his spirit.<

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Zhang Yuchen naturally wouldn't go out and meddle in other people's business. If the sky falls, there will be someone tall to hold it up. What does it matter to him?

He finally managed to gather his breath again, but he only heard someone yelling from below, causing his energy to disperse again.

In a fit of rage, he summoned Haoran's righteousness and drank him to death!

But at the same time, the opportunity for breakthrough has also dissipated.

"That's all, maybe it's just that our luck hasn't come yet."

Zhang Yuchen sighed as if he was resigned to his fate. After thinking about it carefully, although he did not succeed in breaking through, he learned a new way of using Haoran Zhengqi in anger.

The six paths of true qi are all origins, and Haoran's righteous qi is no different from the blood qi of a warrior.

As long as the number is large enough and exceeds the limit that a person can bear, it can stretch the person until his body explodes and dies.

It's just that the amount of Zhang Yuchen's true energy is too huge and pure. It's not enough to hold it up, and it can overflow a lot, exerting pressure from inside and outside, so Yue Er looks like he was crushed to death.

Although this usage is slightly different from the handsome operation he imagined of using a pen to cut off Jiang's words and follow the rules, but it should be said or not...

Hey, it’s so damn useful!

It's like swatting a fly to death with a fly swatter.

He finally understood why there were more people practicing martial arts than Confucianism.

Because I practice Confucianism and Taoism normally, I will never be able to do this kind of operation in my life.

But martial arts blood energy comes from flesh and blood, but it is possible to have such strong blood energy that you can beat someone to death.

Highlight one word, cool!

After coming back to his senses, Zhang Yuchen looked out the window and felt that it was a mess down there. It was definitely because his operation just now was so shocking.

"If we go down now, I'm afraid there will be a lot of trouble."

"Let's wait until they disperse."

......

At this time, the Ming Dynasty Hall was not much better than the academy.

The Academy of the Ming Dynasty was attacked, and almost countless civil servants sat up in shock while dying of illness. They hurriedly went to court without even wearing their belts, asking the Holy Emperor to send troops for relief.

Without him, almost all the children of the officials and civil servants in the court were sent to the academy. They couldn't be in a hurry.

"Your Majesty, if the thieves caused trouble in Tianjing in the middle of the night, they don't take your Majesty seriously at all!"

"Please send troops quickly, volunteer to the academy, and suppress the bandits in the right way!"

"Yes, Your Majesty, my three dogs are all in the academy. If they die, I, I won't be alive either!"

The one who made the loudest noise among them was naturally Deng Xian, the Minister of Civil Service.

It’s not easy for the Deng family to have such a genius, and he is an only son. On weekdays, he would like to disinfect his son Suo Suo himself even if he scratches his fingers, let alone being attacked.

The scene was filled with tears and howls made everyone tremble.

There is nothing I can do about it. This thing happened early tomorrow, but the saint never said anything. This attitude is really subtle.

No wonder they tried in every possible way.

It's just that they overacted and made the saint's head hurt.

"Old thief Deng, why are you so pretentious? If you don't have a son, will it be over if you give birth to another child?"

Zhang Zonghan was naturally disdainful, and Deng Xian was even more furious:

"You are the supreme master of martial arts. You are over sixty and as strong as you are in your twenties and thirties. How can I compare to you?"

"Don't you have your own son in the academy? How can parents in the world be so ruthless?"

"It's his luck that he's alive, and it's his fate that he's not alive. I have so many sons, so what does it matter to me if he dies?"

"On the other hand, if you take care of your son like a treasure, when will you become an upright man?"

"You warriors are so barbaric and contemptuous!"

"If you are old and immortal, you will have no descendants!"

The two men fought constantly, the civil servants were anxious, and the military officials made things difficult, but no one sent troops.

Yang Tiance has long been numb, and he also wants to help when the academy is attacked.

But now he is His Majesty’s man and can’t make his own decisions.

"Noisy!"

The saint became angry, and everyone stopped quarreling.

"Yang Tiance, take three thousand mysterious armors and go to rescue the emergency."

After hearing the saint's words, all the civil servants took a deep breath and thanked Long.

Just when Yang Tiance was about to set off, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door!

"Report! Your Majesty, the siege of the Ming Academy has been lifted!"

Everyone was stunned, and the saint’s expression changed:

"How to solve it?"

"It is said that he was the son of Deng Shangshu. He broke through at the critical moment and transformed into golden energy. He killed an An Jin with one sword, frightened the bandits and saved the academy."

As soon as these words came out, Deng Xian took a long breath and fainted instantly because he was so excited.

The civil servants were also very happy, while the military ministers were secretly unhappy.

Only the saint above and Yang Tiance on the side became weird after hearing this.

One is worried and the other is happy.

The two of them murmured to themselves at the same time:
Chapter completed!