Wen Liang lowered his head, not daring to look at Mr. Zhang's face.
Mr. Zhang said coldly: "Are you invincible, or do you dare not?"
Wen Liang's face turned red and he said in a trembling voice: "We Tang people have privileges in the Imperial College. The prison and the mountain chief protect them. Each of them is either rich or noble. If I am an enemy of them, they will kill me."
No burial place.”
"My parents passed away early a few years ago, and Wei and my grandpa depended on each other. Grandpa was attacked by evil cultivators and suffered from a serious illness. He has never recovered. He can only live on the meager subsidy I received from the Imperial College."
"I entered the Imperial Academy by virtue of my alchemy skills. I know that I am very weak. No matter how much they do, I can only endure it. I can't compare with them in terms of strength, nor can I compare with their family background! Although the people of Tang Dynasty stretched
You can crush me to death with just one finger. There is nothing I can do about it. I really can’t do anything about it!"
As Wen Liang spoke, he was already crying.
All the disciples around him saw it, with anger burning in their eyes.
"You have no background, but you have me!"
Mr. Zhang said coldly: "Since I encountered something like this today, I must not turn a blind eye. Come with me to see the prison."
"We must not let this matter go away like this!"
"Go to the prison and ask for justice!"
The crowd was furious, and countless students present were all angry.
Because this kind of history class is quite boring and not very helpful for spiritual practice, there is not a single person from the Tang Dynasty here.
A group of people followed Mr. Zhang and walked out in a mighty manner.
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Imperial College, main hall.
The jailer looked at Mr. Zhang with a sad look on his face and said, "You have nothing to do? Why do you have to get so excited? A little kid has been wronged a little, and you are here to stand up for him?"
Mr. Zhang said loudly: "If Wen Liang was beaten in the arena, even if he was beaten to death, I would not speak for him, because that is within the rules."
"Since there are regulations in the Imperial College, private fights are not allowed outside the competition arena, but the group of Tang Dynasty students still treated Wen Liang viciously. Not only did they besiege and beat him, they even took away his marrow-cleansing pill!"
"Beating my classmates, yelling and humiliating them, this is bullying! Stealing the pills, this is robbery! There are bandits running rampant in the Imperial College, why can't I tell them!"
The prison guard was unmoved, shook his head and said, "You don't understand. Students from the Tang Dynasty came all the way. After all, they are not used to it. Let's just give them face."
"I give face, do they give face?"
Mr. Zhang said coldly: "Can't they read our words or understand what we say? The government allocates more than ten times the subsidies to ordinary students in the Tang Dynasty every year, and also allows them to use the training tower and competition field unconditionally, so that they can
Unlimited access to the exercises in the Sutra Pavilion. Ordinary students would not dare to think of this transcendent status. Was the Imperial College built for the government, or for the people of the Tang Dynasty?"
"Well said!" cheers came from outside.
There are more and more students gathering here, and countless people are talking about it.
"Those Tang people were originally eliminated from the gods. Only those who can't survive in the gods will come here to practice."
"I saw a so-called genius from the Tang Dynasty. He was almost twenty-five years old and was not even at the supreme level. Such a person dared to brazenly call himself a genius. It is simply a joke."