Wang Yanyang was taken to the club. Several Confucian scholars recognized him and whispered: "Isn't this the old thief Wang Yanyang?"
Usually the old thieves shout loudly, but when they met Wang Yanyang himself, they were really a bit soft-spoken.
Even though they often beat people and even kill people, this is how they treat Suzaku cultivators. In their eyes, Suzaku cultivators are homeless beggars.
Wang Yanyang was an official of the imperial court, and he carried a natural dignity about him.
These Confucian scholars didn't even have the courage to look at him, let alone scold him loudly.
But Sun Jideng had the courage. He was an official in the Ministry of Personnel and had a lot of contact with Wang Yanyang. In addition, he had a seventh-grade Confucian cultivation, so he naturally had no reason to be afraid of Wang Yanyang.
Seeing Wang Yanyang approaching, Sun Jideng smiled and gave a salute: "Wang Yushi, I didn't know that your Majesty is here, but I am not welcoming you from afar!"
Wang Yanyang said angrily: "Stop talking nonsense, where is my daughter?"
"Wang Yushi, you are looking for a daughter, so you have come to the right place, but I don't have time to greet you right now. I feel sorry for you to listen to my lecture first. Today I am going to talk about eating the flesh of a sycophant. Wang Yushi, do you think you will listen?"
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This was said politely, clearly and directly, but in fact, there was shamelessness in every word.
What he means is that your daughter is in my hands and I am going to publicly torture you. Don't resist or run away, otherwise your daughter's life will be at risk.
Wang Yanyang laughed ferociously and said: "Thief! As a man, you have only been able to live in this world for a lifetime. Come on, let's see what you can do to me!"
Sun Jideng laughed loudly and said: "It's great! Come here and wait on the royal minister!"
Several Confucian scholars stepped forward and tied Wang Yanyang to the torture rack. The eyes of more than two hundred Confucian scholars shone with excitement and restlessness.
"Don't be anxious," a Confucian scholar said in a low voice, "Master Si has ordered that we each make a cut later, but not the vital part."
"When we go out in the future, we will have something to say. We are also heroes who can kill sycophants and traitors!"
"I haven't killed anyone before, so I'm afraid I won't be able to do it!"
"What are you afraid of? Just go up and cut him hard. How can he beat you when he is tied up?"
Sun Jideng stood in front of Wang Yanyang and said with a ferocious expression: "Wang Yanyang, you have been an official for more than thirty years. Let me ask you, what is the way to be a minister?"
Wang Yanyang said calmly: "I am worthy of the country, my country, my people, my pride and my conscience."
"In thirty years as an official, you have only these three vulgar words?" Sun Jideng chuckled and said, "Wang Yanyang, you have been a noble person all your life, and you have accumulated a lot of false reputations. You speak so vulgarly, but I wonder if you have read any books?"
The Confucian scholars burst into laughter, and Sun Jideng continued: "You won't survive tonight, so I'll take pity on you. I'll be your enlightened teacher and teach you how to be a minister. Don't wait until you get to the underworld to let the Lord of Hell
Officials who are making fun of our Daxuan, please listen carefully.
Without the king, how can there be ministers? The king is the foundation of ministers! Without the king, how can there be a country? The king is the foundation of the country! Without the king, how can there be a country? The king is the foundation of a country! Without a king, how can there be all the people? The king is the foundation of all peoples.
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You keep talking about the country, the country, and the people. Your life and mine are all given by the emperor. You publicly slander the emperor in the court, not to mention the way of being a minister, and you have even lost the way of human relations.
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Wang Yanyang was stunned when he heard this and said: "You said that without a king, there would be no people? Is it possible that all people are born from kings?"
Sun Jideng snorted coldly: "This is a wise man's theory, and naturally you, a fool, can't understand it!"
Confucian scholars around him responded one after another, agreeing with Sun Jideng's point of view.
Wang Yanyang sighed: "My life was given by my parents. Are you the son of the emperor and your mother?"
Before he finished speaking, someone couldn't help but laugh twice.
Sun Jideng winced and said, "Old thief, you still dare to talk here, do you really not want to die?"
Wang Yanyang smiled and said: "I leave my life here, do you dare to come and get it?"
"Don't worry, I will take your old life, but I won't let you die so happily. If you disrespect the emperor, you have an sworn hatred with me, the Longnu Society. This hatred is deeper than killing your father and taking your wife."
, I will cut three thousand knives on your body to vent the emperor’s hatred!”
After saying that, Sun Jideng walked towards Wang Yanyang, followed by a Confucian scholar holding various knives in his hands.
Xu Zhiqiong, who was hiding in the dark, held the lantern and suddenly heard Wang Yanyang laugh three times.
"Hmm! Hmm! Hmm!"
The old censor knew that Xu Zhiqiong was present and laughed three times to remind him not to rush into action.
Although Wang Yanyang has an upright temperament, he has been an official in the court for more than thirty years. He knows the rules better than Xu Zhiqiong. If some blood is not shed today, this matter will not be explained.
Sun Jideng picked up a knife that was about an inch long. Now he cut off a piece of flesh from Wang Yanyang's chest, and the wound was only about an inch long.
Wang Yanyang's eyes widened and he looked at the blade and the wound without saying a word.
Sun Jideng sneered and said, "Old thief, I'll cut you three times to see how tough your flesh is!"
"Hmm! Hmm! Hmm!"
The old censor laughed three more times and reminded Xu Zhiqiong not to take action.
After the second cut, the old censor remained silent.
Sun Jideng was a little annoyed. Wang Yanyang never shouted. The Confucian scholars present were only scared, not excited. They all stared at Wang Yanyang and shivered, losing face and losing their aura.
Originally, I wanted to welcome Zhou Kairong in a lively manner, but this scene didn't look right.
Sun Jideng's third cut was more severe, and the wound was more than two inches long.
The old censor's face was covered with sweat and he nodded slightly.
This cut was in place, and the old censor approved it.
Sun Jideng didn't know why he nodded, thinking he was still pretending, and sneered: "Okay, you still have some backbone, but these three swords are nothing. I am also a person who has been stabbed, and the swords I have received don't count.
Most of them have never made a sound..."
Sun Jideng suddenly felt a chill down his spine, as if blood was flowing out.
He touched it and found that it was indeed blood.
Sun Jideng staggered and took two steps forward. He turned around and saw Xu Zhiqiong behind him.
he called.
I don't know whether it was out of surprise or pain, but the cry was still very artistic.
Xu Zhiqiong suspected that he had sung opera, his voice was high-pitched, loud, had coloratura, and even vibrato!
Cao Luo estimated that this cry lasted for more than ten seconds, and Sun Jideng shouted: "You, you, you are Xu Zhiqiong!"
Xu Zhiqiong nodded and said: "The red lantern man in charge of the yamen, Xu Zhiqiong."
"How dare you hurt me!" Sun Jideng said with a ferocious expression, "Don't you know you will die?"
Xu Zhiqiong was too lazy to look at him one more time.
He untied the old censor, drew a yin and yang circle, and sent the old censor outside Qierzhai.
Tong Qingqiu was waiting outside and quickly treated the old censor's injury.
The Yin and Yang Division also came with several Yin and Yang doctors. They all sneaked into the club just now and saw every scene clearly. Now they are going to assess the injury of the old censor, and they will all be witnesses in the future.
Many censors came to the Censor's Platform, and many bachelors came to the Longtu Pavilion, Tianzhang Pavilion, and Baowen Pavilion. Looking at the wounds on the old censor's body, tears fell down.
"These beasts!"
"I have practiced martial arts, so I went in and fought with them!"
"I'm going to the night market to buy some knives, don't worry about hatchets or kitchen knives, and chop up these beasts!"
Qiao Shungang appeased everyone and said, "I don't have to worry about killing people. All you experts have to do is bear witness."
In the clubhouse, Xu Zhiqiong looked at Sun Jideng with a smile.
Sun Jideng shouted: "Come here, capture this thief for me!"
No Confucian scholar responded for a while.
Sun Jideng had a seventh-level cultivation level and was the highest among all the Confucian scholars present.
When Xu Zhiqiong slashed him, everyone could see clearly that Sun Jideng did not make any reaction, which showed that Sun Jideng was no match for Xu Zhiqiong.
Even Sun Jideng was no match for him, and others would die if they tried to attack him.
Of course, with more than 200 people at the scene, there might be a chance of winning.
But Confucian scholars are not soldiers. They have no concept of collective action. In an emergency, they will first observe the actions of others. No one wants to be the first to charge anyway.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Sun Jideng quickly thought of countermeasures in his mind.
He has a certain understanding of Xu Zhiqiong. According to the official information from Zhang Deng Yamen, Xu Zhiqiong has a seventh-grade killing cultivation level.
Both sides are at the seventh level and have similar cultivation levels, but the Dao sects are different. The Sha Dao is obviously better than the Confucian. Sun Jideng does not want to have a head-on conflict with Xu Zhiqiong.
He wanted to delay the time until Zhou Kairong came. Zhou Kairong had a sixth-level cultivation and could easily deal with Xu Zhiqiong.
Before Zhou Kairong comes, it's best to mobilize a group of cannon fodder to step forward and resist for a while.
Sun Jideng pointed at Xu Zhiqiong and said: "Rebellious traitor, you are more hateful than Wang Yanyang. You have repeatedly violated the rules, do not abide by the way of being a minister, do not abide by the rules of etiquette and law, do not know the order of respect and inferiority, and do not follow the education..."
Before he could finish speaking, Xu Zhiqiong waved the lantern, and a fire dragon flew out, burning Sun Jideng's beard and eyebrows.
Sun Jideng struggled to put out the fire and had blisters on his face, but was not seriously injured.
Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said: "You have such a thick face that you can't even bake it. You said that your life was given by the emperor. When the emperor and your mother gave birth to you, did they give you a golden face?"
Make you invulnerable to fire and water?"
Sun Jideng said angrily: "Evil thief, don't talk nonsense. It's okay for you to slander me. How dare you slander His Majesty?"
"Whether it's slander or not, we'll find out once we try it. Wait until I peel off your face and see how hard it is!"
"Xu Zhiqiong, don't be so arrogant! I have the emperor's protection above me, my disciples following me below, and I am full of awe-inspiring righteousness. How can I be afraid of you, a vulgar warrior!"
A burst of coercion came over, and Sun Jideng used the ninth-level skill - Xunli.
Confucian scholars have always had strong discrimination against martial artists. In Confucian etiquette, Confucian scholars have a higher status than martial artists.
He wanted to forcefully instill his etiquette into Xu Zhiqiong and control Xu Zhiqiong's actions.
He firmly believed that as long as Xu Zhiqiong was kept away from him, Xu Zhiqiong would be unable to do anything to him.
Xu Zhiqiong did not rush to get closer. He withstood the pressure, took a step forward, and said loudly: "I am a sixth-grade official, you are a seventh-grade official, and my rank is above yours!"
First subvert the other party's etiquette.
Sun Jideng shouted: "I won't talk about official rank today!"
Xu Zhiqiong took another step forward: "I said official rank, there is etiquette in official rank!"
This is right.
Xu Zhiqiong took another step.
"When I say etiquette, I mean to follow etiquette."
This is a reasonable inference.
Xu Zhiqiong walked up to Sun Jideng and said, "I am polite, you should follow my etiquette!"
This is an unreasonable inference.
Although the inference is unreasonable, it works.
Sun Jideng stood motionless, feeling that he was being controlled by the ritual technique.
Everyone present thought that Sun Jideng was controlled by ritual techniques.
How can this be?
Why did Xu Zhiqiong use the ritual technique?
Could he be a Confucian practitioner?
Is his Confucian cultivation higher than that of Sun Jideng?
Xu Zhiqiong raised the lantern and said: "You are guilty of killing an official of the imperial court?"
Sun Jideng stood like a clay sculpture.
Xu Zhiqiong shouted again: "Do you know you are guilty of instructing Confucian scholars to kill innocent people indiscriminately?"
Sun Jideng forcibly restrained his body, pulled out his long sword, and pointed it at Xu Zhiqiong with difficulty. He wanted to make a last ditch effort.
Raising the lantern above his head, Xu Zhiqiong shouted: "Are you guilty of attacking the lantern man?"
"I, I..." Sun Jideng raised his sword with difficulty.
Xu Zhiqiong waved a lantern and struck with two swords, cutting off both of Sun Jideng's hands.
Sun Jideng's cheeks trembled and he couldn't scream.
The closer the distance, the stronger the master's spell control.
Xu Zhiqiong gave a ferocious smile and said, "I don't even need the skills of a judge to kill you."
"You cut Wang Yushi three times, and I gave you three cuts. Now I have the last one left. I ask you again, do you know you are guilty?"
Under the control of the master's skills, Sun Jideng's face was distorted, and he squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Convicted!"
"Okay!" Xu Zhiqiong raised the lantern and chopped off Sun Jideng's head with one knife.
Xu Zhiqiong looked around at the crowd and shouted sternly: "You have done nothing but disregard human life and committed crimes. You will be convicted!"
The Confucian scholars present screamed in surprise and ran away in all directions.
Xu Zhiqiong shouted: "Lantern holder, hold the lantern!"
Niu Yuxian opened the lamp box, and twenty-four green lanterns flew into the clubhouse, and molten iron poured down like a stream!