Chang Sihao's face was pale. Hurry up and hit the horse and rush forward. Get close. I can't even bother to go through the door. And sixty into two jumped directly from horseback onto the wall.

Li Shuangji learned some days of machine steps. I don't know how to use it for jumping. Jumped a few times. This wall is too high. Can't reach the wall. He was so anxious that he jumped to his feet [Xianmo: If you haven't been taught, you won't. It is a small and often weak place of double gigabit. It's also its cuteness. Therefore, Shuangji is not really smart. It's really stupid. Fools do things and get straight to the target. It's easier to do. Therefore, it was done afterwards. Everyone was amazed. In fact, it is nothing more than a stupid person using stupid kung fu. Sir John Leecock wrote an essay called "A Regressive Life" about a man who liked a certain girl. I want to make myself worthy of her first. So learn this and that. Worthy of it. How old are the children? This is not knowing how to take directly. It's all in the song. In reality, there are many men like this. Write 200 love letters. As a result, the girl married the postman. And people like Shuangji are often ugly to death, but they return with beauties. Handsome guys don't understand. Uneven. Jealousy and hatred. I really don't know where I am stupid or where I die. It's ridiculous. 】。

Chang Sihao and sixty percent of the monks swept between the houses. Spanning several fences. Come to the place where the red light is flourishing. I saw a large courtyard below. The main hall is tall. The door was wide open. The lights are bright. A large old man in the room knelt on the incense table of the mourning table. There are words in the mind. Outside the house, on the wide flat stood one hundred and ten Confucian students. His expression was cold. The face is solemn. There are flaming torches in his hands. The whole courtyard is red. A large pyre was erected in the middle of the yard. A huge wooden stake was erected in the middle. One person is bound to it. The eyebrows are high and the nose is straight. Wear a gold ring on your ear. Hanging his head and closing his eyes as if sleeping. It was Huo Li Guwen.

Sixty percent of the monk Daqi: "What is Yuan sacrificial wine for?" Chang Sihao stopped him: "Let's see." ”

I saw the big old man in the room stand up. Beckoning to the outside of the house. Immediately, a Confucian scholar picked up a bucket and threw it at the woodpile and stake in the courtyard. When I boarded, the smell of oil was pungent in the courtyard. Huo Li Guwen was splashed with cold oil. Wake up. I was a little flustered when I saw this. The body can't stop struggling. First, he fell for the poison of the Tang Sect. Second, the rope is tied strongly. Where to struggle to get out.

The old man with the big head was Yuan Xiangping. He walked slowly to the eaves. Face the crowd. Zhang Arm said loudly: "I Meishan Hui Liangchuan heroes, Ning Bafang Lingxiu." It is a land of people, a giant city of poetry and books for thousands of years [Xianmo: This is really only Meishan can afford it]. It is called 'once a scholar goes out of eight hundred.' The world is easy to learn in Meizhou'. In the Jin Dynasty, Li Mi's "Chen Qing Table" and Wu Hou's "Teacher Table" were equally famous and passed down [Xianmo: a writer and a country. Home is country. What a double match]. Among the eight families of the Tang and Song dynasties, there are Su Xun, Su Shi, and Su Zhe who are proud to be the heroes [Xianmo: This courtyard is the Sansu Temple. Yes, he said. 】。 It has always been a prosperous style of study. A in two Shu. Elite Seniors. Everyone looks up to the sect. Not long since. Three percent of the world's poems and books are 'Shu carving'. The printing engraving is out of my eyebrows. But now Meishan has plummeted. There is no glory of the past. You know why. ”

One of the Confucian scholars raised fire and shouted, "Because of the Tartars." ”

Huo Li Guwen heard this. The center of his eyebrows furrowed. Staring wide-eyed, looking left and right. Stopped struggling.

"Not bad. Yuan Xiangping's eyes were full of sadness: "The Southern Song Dynasty was in decline. The Tartars raised troops to break through Puzhou, Shunqing, and Tongchuan. Slaughter of Chengdu. To Demei Mountain. Thousands of years of books, hundreds of thousands of rare engravings into a pile. Burning with fire [Xian Mo: Burning books. The book is still printable. Incineration. Brush again without a door]. The mountains and rivers shine through the blood, and the Wenjiang River is red [Xianmo: Readers can not cry. Book lovers can not be sad. 】。 At that time, scholars desperately protected books. All were slaughtered. There is not one in every family. Later generations endured humiliation. Under the rule of the Yuan Tartars, he survived and stole his life. It's even more ambitious. Until Taizu expelled the Tartars. The founding of the Ming Dynasty. The provinces are making great efforts. All wastes are thriving. There is no improvement in the only river. It's just because the slaughter was too tragic back then. Lack of connections. The learning pulse is also broken [Xian Mo: The pulse word is the eye. Those who know how to read. Knowing the book is not visible. It's a figurative one. Feel the qi and feel the pulse. Fang Wei will see. Books have a vein. I'm most afraid of breaking the gas vein. The qi veins should be extended. There seems to be nothing. It feels good to read. I don't know where the good thing is. Exactly the benefits. The author writes about the survival of small soldiers, the survival of the sword, and the survival of officialdom. It's all about the survival of people. Here is the survival of writing. People are passed down from generation to generation by blood. What to rely on. It's really a break. No matter how irretrievable. Its tragedy is more tragic than cutting off the blood of incense. Nowadays, Hanfu is advocated. Daxing Chinese Studies. They are all the actions of people of insight to continue the lineage. But the floating world is desolate. Everyone is a tree. There are a few people who know. Sad, sad. 】。 I want to rejuvenate. It's really overwhelming. "Speaking of this, cover your face with your sleeve. Old tears are rampant.

All the Confucian students burst into tears. Some are too sad. The body kept shaking. Strong self-help to hold companions. Listen quietly. [Xian Mo: The author shoots the Ming Dynasty with the Tang Gate. Therefore, it is written that the Tang Gate lives in seclusion in Jiuli Feihua Village. Abandoned Meishan. It is the Chinese people who abandon the metaphor of traditionalization. Where the "Flying Flowers" are. It seems that the mountains and rivers are full of prosperity. In fact, it is "non-China". Jiuli is the "coffin" (the former writing of the coffin is a symbol). The Chinese nation has forgotten its roots and traditions. It's like lying down in a coffin. Flying flowers in the coffin. It can only be "paper flowers" that fly. No matter how beautiful it is. It's also a dead end. The pulse is disconnected. Throw it away. It's hard to pick it up. Patriotic patriotism. What is the country. Not a governing body. Not a law enforcement agency. It's the tradition of the land. Martial arts are not booming. Just as tradition is not thriving. The decline of martial arts. It is the end of traditionalization. The author wrote this book in the most old-fashioned way. It is the biggest vintage. Retro is just love for the ancient. It is the love of this rich land of China and the majestic China. Read this meaning. Fang knows the author's "how many catastrophes before a farewell." People are old and homesick" is not only a secret revelation of the identity of the eldest grandson. Here's the practical mind. Layers of meaning. Layers of care. It was the author's six-year meat drop. It is also the place where the author drips blood and tears. Someone who knows. Can be different to mourn. It can be called differently "fog lock China." Kyushu weeps blood. ”。 It is known that the author wrote Yuan Xiangping's old tears. It is the old tears of the ages. Writing the Confucian scholars burst into tears. It was the author who burst into tears. It is even more billions of trillions of Chinese sons and daughters who shed tears. The hearts of the people collapsed. Alack. 】

Chang Sihao and Liucheng were also excited when they crouched on the roof. However, at this moment, Huo Li Guwen was awake. But it's inconvenient to go down and see each other.

I saw Yuan Xiangping wipe his tears slightly. Shake the sleeves of your robe. He said loudly: "Now the Tartars are torn apart. But it is still the heart of self-destruction. This demon monk came from the south of Wara. It is to contact the national rebellion. I want to divide the soil. Destroy my Daming. They burned my Meishan back then. Burn my ancestors. It is in our hands today. What should we do? ”

The Confucian students were passionate. They all raised fire and shouted: "Burn him." Burn him. "Gather in a circle amid the shouts. Gather outside the pyre. The torches were burning loudly. They all pointed to Huo Li Guwen.

Huo Li is lonely and warm, and he doesn't know it well. Grinning. Furious eyebrows fluttering. Sixty percent of the monks didn't care about any strategies. shouted, "Yuan sacrifice wine." "Jumped in the courtyard. Chang Sihao saw this situation. I had to follow.

Yuan Xiangping saw sixty percent of the monks. Hi: "Hahaha." You've come just in time. Ladies and gentlemen. Liucheng Zen Master is a friend of the old man. Many of you know it. Today, this monk was captured by him. We've got to thank each other. When all the Confucian scholars heard this, they all hurriedly bowed down and saluted. Sixty percent also smiled a little. waved his hand again and again. Yuan Xiangping saw the man standing beside him, with a chestnut complexion and a majestic body. A sword and a silver sheath dragon are hung on the waist. I couldn't help but be secretly surprised. Liucheng introduced: "How." It is often said. I didn't recognize him when I met. This is Hou Chang Sihao in the clouds of Datong. Yuan Xiangping was stunned. Look up and down repeatedly. Pleasantly surprised: "Not bad. Not bad. Sure enough, it was just as rumored. "Knee to the ground at the moment. Then he gave a big bow to worship.

Chang Sihao hurriedly helped: "Old man, please get up quickly." This makes Chang how to behave. ”

Yuan Xiangping said: "The old man is not the lord of the Marquis of the Army. It is to pay homage to the hearts and ears of heroes. ”

There was a Confucian scholar next to him: "Master Hou doesn't know. You've broken my answers. Yuan sacrificed wine and talked about it with people every time. Always sigh again and again. said that there are a few more such characters in Daming. That's a great blessing for the country. ”

Yuan Xiangping waved his hand and smiled: "Your insight is low again." Great man. He should serve the country and drive away the enemy. The battle of the military marquis Datong is also a part of the work. Not surprising. However, after receiving the knighthood. But the marquis can still despise the powerful. The original intention has not changed. The emperor was reminded to attach importance to border defense and strengthen armaments. He also spoke bravely and directly on Wanshou Mountain. strongly recommended Qi Shuai and angrily reprimanded Xu Jie. That's really a big man's behavior. [Xianmo: Really great Confucian. There are universities that ask big ideas and big visions. You also need to be able to think independently. in order not to be a minion]

Chang Sihao defended Xu Jie in front of the emperor. I didn't feel any way. But in the eyes of the hundred officials, it collided with the emperor and touched the authority of Xu Gelao. It can be said that it has been open for more than ten years. After the incident, it has already spread all over the world. But he didn't know anything about it. At this moment, looking at this old Mr. Yuan, he was so excited. Still a little puzzled.

Yuan Xiangping asked for a torch from someone else. He handed it to him and said, "The military marquis came just in time. I'm waiting to catch a monk. It will be burned with fire. Worship the spirits of ancestors in the sky. This head is a fire. The old man wanted to do it himself. Now the military marquis is here. It's up to you. When the Confucian students heard this, their spirits were lifted. Cheer in unison.

"Uh, this ......"

Chang Sihao groaned and glanced at the pyre. He arched his hand and said, "Mr. Yuan." This monk can't be killed. Huo Li Guwen was staring at this side. I was stunned. The eyebrows are raised obliquely. The Confucians looked at each other even more.

Yuan Xiangping's face changed slightly: "Junhou." How to say this. ”

"Ugh. Chang Sihao said: "On the Jianmen Road." I have met this Huo Li Guwen once. Although this person is the national teacher of Warat. It can also be delivered in a timely manner. Know the etiquette and human affection......"

Yuan Xiangping said: "Military marquis." That's a bad thing you say. This person infiltrated the territory of my Daming. Ill-intentioned. I was going to pretend to be a Si Look. How could he have been deceived? As he spoke, he took out a sheepskin scroll: "In this epistle." The intentions of the Khoros Khan were spelled out. They are going to connect with Gutian. Conspire with the Ming Dynasty. If they are killed into the Central Plains. At that time, the Tartars took pleasure in the competition. I don't talk about any etiquette. All the Confucian scholars also rushed forward in an uproar. Echo in unison.

Chang Sihao knew that if he committed public anger, it would not end well. However, when the fire caught light, Li Guwen couldn't explain it. At this time, Monk Liucheng laughed: "Old Yuan misunderstood. Hou Ye means. This person wants to connect with the inner gangster. Anti-self Ming. There is no condemnation of sin. However, the state has its own laws. There are house rules in the house. We should also send it to Jingshi. Asking for sin according to the law is. How can you lynch indiscriminately? If so, burn him to death. Don't you have to let Fanbang foreign countries laugh at my Celestial Empire's lack of etiquette and disorderly law. "[Xian Mo: round and smooth. A good man really grows on his lips. 】

Yuan Xiangping is full of Confucianism. The most important etiquette. Hearing this, he was immediately stunned. Said: "What the Zen master said is extremely true. The old man was angry for a while. That's reckless. "Immediately ordered someone to dismantle the pyre. Please bring two people into the hall to serve tea. Suddenly, I heard a loud "Huola" sound. When I look back in a hurry. I saw that the courtyard door was knocked down in half. A mountain spirit troll-like man broke in. The Confucian students were stunned. Someone exclaimed, "Not good. The Tartar accomplices came to the rescue. "There are two Confucian students who are so frightened that they can't grasp [Xianmo: The biggest weakness of a scholar is the most hateful. Persuade scholars to practice martial arts. Without it. Increase manhood. Be a man. in order to live a personal life. If you have backbone, you need to have bone strength]. The torch fell to the ground and dipped in oil. "Boom" flames flickered. The pyre began to burn. Suddenly the rosin filled the courtyard. Smoke soars. Others take a look. Some threw torches to stop the big man. Some threw them on the pyre. The intention was to "burn the hostages".

That big man is Li Shuangji. He couldn't jump off the wall outside. I'm in a hurry. It's easy to find the gate by going around and around. It's all bolted up again. There is no response to shouting. I had to use brute force to knock it away. There are quite a lot of courtyards in the Sansu Temple. All the Confucian scholars raised fires in the deep courtyard again. Halfway, no one stopped answering. His thighs spread out. Just run to the red light. I don't know how many doors were broken. At this moment, I saw the torches thrown in a row. Hurriedly flick left and right. It's so hot that it's screaming.

Huoli Guwen's body was splashed with oil. Just catch fire. Burns extremely fast. In an instant, the flames rushed from the soles of his feet to his neck. Plus the smoke billowing from the pyre. Flames soar into the sky. He choked on the burn. It's also a whoop scream. Li Shuangji's shouts coincided with it. It's really like a fanbang bird language answer. All the Confucian scholars were also shouting wildly. For a while, there was chaos in the courtyard.

Chang Sihao saw that the situation was not good, took a deep breath and jumped into the fire tree. The sword flower blooms casually. Pick off the rope on Huo Li Guwen's body. Raise your neck and shake it. Throw him out of the pyre. Liucheng also hurriedly called loudly. Defend Li Shuangji. Only then did the Confucian scholars stop.

Although Huoli is lonely and warm, it is out of the sea of fire. The clothes on his body are still burning endlessly. He was poisoned by the Tang Sect. The hands and feet are sore and weak, and they are unable to put out the fire. Chang Sihao swept his clothes through several swords in succession. Pieces of cloth with fire were scattered on the ground. Everyone looks. I saw this great monk lying there naked. The left side of the huge body is black. The right piece is white. The eyebrows are already burning. Even the pile of hair under the crotch burned to a pinch of ashes. The black rice spike maintains its original shape [Xian Mo: There is more than one place in the past where it is written that the black clothes of the Dongchang people are like black rice into essence. It's what a heart. 】。 Among the Confucian students, a teenager and a half-year-old student looked at him between his legs and muttered, "Huh." This monk is quite big. The guy is small. Someone next to him said: "Don't laugh at people." Don't flaunt your strengths. Mozi said: The country of people. If you look at your country, you will see your body. If you look at his body...... another said: "Go." Don't look at indecent acts. [Xianmo: Jokes in your busy schedule.] It is the author who writes about excessive pathos. Therefore, it is used to reconcile the economy. So that the chapter is sad to see joy, joy to think of sorrow. It's like music should be sad but not sad. 】

Huo Li Guwen had a lot of blisters on his body. It hurts. In particular, the two large gold rings were burned by the fire. It's so hot that the earlobes itch terribly. The pain is worse than the pain. At this moment, he is gritting his teeth and stiffening. When he heard this, he was ashamed. Immediately he shouted, "What do you know?" I'm ...... This is the hidden phase of the horse. "The horse is yin and hides the appearance, that is, the outer yang shrinks like a child. It is a sign of internal success. Where do the Confucian students understand? I squinted when I heard it. His face showed disdain. The elementary school boy from before muttered to himself: "The strong must cling to the weak." The rich will insult the poor. You will be proud. Xiao must be inferior......" [Xianmo: It seems to be Mozi's words. Except for the last sentence, you must be inferior. Together, it's like the original. Ridiculous]

Huo Li was so angry that he almost fainted. Chang Sihao unraveled the outside. Cover him. [Xianmo: Saving people is a small grace. Covering the body is a great grace. That's etiquette. This is the transformation]

Yuan Xiangping saw that Hu Seng was burned by fire, although it did not cause death. But he also let out a bad breath. At this time, Li Shuangji extinguished the flames on his body. Sixty percent led to meet. Yuan Xiangping raised his head to look at him. My heart was full of joy. He smiled and said, "Yun Conglong." Wind from the tiger. Characters around the hero. It's also extraordinary. "Immediately ordered to set up tea and wine. Entertain three people. Li Shuangji has already eaten. He stayed outside and was responsible for guarding Huo Li Guwen.

After a while, the wine and food in the hall were all on the table. Although all are vegetarian. But it also looks very rich. During the banquet, Yuan Xiangping remembered the glory. Painful recounting of tragic history. From ancient times to the present. Speaking of Xu Jie, he does not pay attention to border defense and cuts military spending. Only care about the installation of party henchmen and other things. I can't help but talk about it again.

Chang Sihao listened to him and was full of words. Then he asked, "The old gentleman has only learned people." How can you not be an official? for the benefit of the people. ”