Judge of the Lamp

Chapter 207 Sun Jideng, Are You Convicted?
Wang Yanyang was brought into the community hall. Several Confucian scholars knew him and whispered, "Isn't this the old thief Wang Yanyang?"

Usually the old thieves yelled loudly, but when they met Wang Yanyang himself, they were really soft-spoken.

Don't look at them beating people often, and even killing people, but that's how they treat Suzaku cultivators. In their eyes, Suzaku cultivators are homeless beggars.

Wang Yanyang is an official of the imperial court, and he has a natural majesty on his body.

Let alone scolding him loudly, these Confucian scholars didn't even have the courage to look at him more.

But Sun Jideng has this courage. He is an official of the Ministry of Officials, and he has a lot of contact with Wang Yanyang. In addition, he has the seventh rank of Confucianism, so naturally he has no reason to be afraid of Wang Yanyang.

Seeing Wang Yanyang approaching, Sun Jideng saluted with a smile: "Wang Yushi, I don't know if you are here, so I am far away to welcome you!"

Wang Yanyang said angrily: "Stop talking nonsense, where is my daughter?"

"Wang Yushi, you are looking for your daughter, so you are in the right place, but I don't have time to greet you right now, so please listen to my lecture first. Today I'm going to talk about the meat of a courtier, Wang Yushi, do you think you will listen? "

What he said was polite, clear, and direct, but in fact, there was shamelessness between the lines.

What he meant was that your daughter is in my hands, and I will torture you publicly now, so don't resist or run away, otherwise your daughter's life will be lost.

Wang Yanyang sneered and said: "You dog thief! As a man, living in the world, this is all you can do? Come on, let me see what you can do to me!"

Sun Jideng laughed loudly and said, "Have fun! Come and serve Wang Yushi!"

Several Confucian scholars stepped forward and tied Wang Yanyang to the torture rack. The eyes of more than two hundred Confucian scholars were shining, and there was excitement and restlessness in their eyes.

"Don't worry," a Confucian scholar said in a low voice, "Master Si ordered that we each cut a knife later, but not the vital parts."

"When we go out in the future, we also have something to say, we are also heroes who beat all the sycophants and thieves!"

"I haven't killed anyone yet, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it!"

"What are you afraid of, just go up and cut him hard, he is tied up, how can he still beat you?"

Standing in front of Wang Yanyang, Sun Jideng said with a ferocious expression: "Wang Yanyang, you have been an official for more than [-] years. Let me ask you, what is the way to be a minister?"

Wang Yanyang looked calm and said: "I am worthy of the country, the people of Li, and the pride and conscience in my chest."

"Thirty years of being an official, only these three vulgar words?" Sun Jideng said with a smile, "Wang Yanyang, you have been noble all your life, you have accumulated a false name, and you speak so vulgarly, but I wonder if you have read the book?"

The Confucian scholars burst into laughter, and Sun Jideng went on to say: "You can't survive tonight. I pity you. I will be your enlightenment teacher once and teach you how to be a minister. Don't wait until the underworld, and then let Yan Jun go to hell." The officials who made jokes about our publicity, you listen carefully to me,

Without a king, how can there be a minister?The king is the foundation of the minister!How can there be a country without a king?The king is the foundation of the country!Without a monarch, how can there be a community?The king is the foundation of the country!If there is no king, how can there be people?The king is the foundation of all peoples!
You keep talking about the country, the country, and the common people. Your life and mine are given by the emperor. You openly slander the emperor in the court. Don't talk about the way of being a minister, even the way of human relationship has been lost by you ! "

Wang Yanyang was stunned when he heard the words: "You said that without a king, there would be no people? Could it be that all people are born of the king?"

Sun Jideng snorted coldly: "This is the theory of a wise man, and a fool like you naturally can't understand it!"

Confucian scholars around responded one after another, and they agreed with Sun Jideng's point of view.

Wang Yanyang sighed: "My life was given by my parents. Could it be that you were born by the emperor and your mother?"

Before the words fell, someone couldn't help laughing twice.

Sun Jideng cast his eyes aside: "Old thief, you still dare to talk here, do you really know how to die?"

Wang Yanyang said with a smile: "The old man's life is here, do you dare to come and take it?"

"Don't worry, I want to take your old life, but I won't let you die so happily. If you don't respect the emperor, you have a mortal enmity with my Dragon Nu Society. This enmity is deeper than killing your father and taking your wife. , I will cut off three thousand knives on your body to vent the hatred in the heart of the emperor!"

After finishing speaking, Sun Jideng walked towards Wang Yanyang, followed by a Confucian scholar with various knives in his hand.

Xu Zhiqiong, who was hiding in the dark, clutched the lantern, and suddenly heard Wang Yanyang laugh three times.

"Humph! Humph! Humph!"

Knowing that Xu Zhiqiong was present, the old censor laughed three times to remind him not to act in a hurry.

Although Wang Yanyang has a straightforward temperament, he has been an official in the court for more than [-] years, and he knows the rules better than Xu Zhiqiong. If he doesn't shed some blood today, he will not be able to explain this matter.

Sun Jideng picked up a small knife that was about an inch long, and now Wang Yanyang cut a piece of flesh from his chest, and the wound was just over an inch long.

Wang Yanyang stared round his eyes, looked at the blade and the wound, and said nothing.

Sun Jideng sneered and said, "Old thief, I'll cut you three times first to see how tough your flesh is!"

"Humph! Humph! Humph!"

The old censor laughed three more times, reminding Xu Zhiqiong not to make a move.

The second cut was made, but the old censor didn't make a sound.

Sun Jideng was a little annoyed, but Wang Yanyang didn't shout. The Confucian scholars present had only fear, not excitement, and stared at Wang Yanyang tremblingly, losing face and aura.

Originally, they wanted to welcome Zhou Kairong in a bustling manner, but this scene is nothing like it.

In the third cut, Sun Jideng cut more severely, and the wound was more than two inches long.

The old censor was sweating all over his face, and nodded slightly.

This knife was cut in place, and the old censor approved it.

Sun Jideng didn't know why he nodded, thought he was still pretending to be arrogant, and sneered, "Okay, you still have some backbone, but these three blows are nothing. In fact, there has never been a sound..."

Sun Jideng suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, as if blood was flowing out.

He touched it, and it was blood.

Sun Jideng staggered, took two steps forward, turned his head, and saw Xu Zhiqiong behind him.

he called.

I don't know whether it was out of surprise or out of pain, but this cry is still very artistic.

Xu Zhiqiong suspected that he had sung in operas, his voice was high-pitched, his voice was loud, he had coloratura, and he even had vibrato!

According to rough estimates, the call lasted more than ten seconds, and Sun Jideng shouted: "You, you, you are Xu Zhiqiong!"

Xu Zhiqiong nodded and said, "Xu Zhiqiong, the man in charge of the yamen's red lantern."

"You dare to hurt me!" Sun Jideng said grimly, "Don't you know you're dead?"

Xu Zhiqiong was too lazy to look at him.

He untied the old censor's rope, drew a yin and yang magic circle, and sent the old censor outside Qi'er Village.

Tong Qingqiu waited outside and hurriedly treated the old censor.

The Onmyoji Division also came with a few doctors of Onmyoji, they all sneaked into the clubhouse just now, and saw the scene clearly, and now they will identify the injury of the old censor, they will all be witnesses in the future.

Many censors came to Yushitai, and many scholars came to Longtu Pavilion, Tianzhang Pavilion, and Baowen Pavilion. Seeing the wounds on the old censor's body, tears fell down.

"These bastards!"

"The old man has practiced martial arts, so go in and fight with them!"

"I'll go to the night market to buy a few knives, whether it's a hatchet or a kitchen knife, and I'll chop up these beasts!"

Qiao Shungang reassured everyone and said, "I don't need to bother you about killing people, all you adults just need to be a witness."

In the clubhouse, Xu Zhiqiong looked at Sun Jideng with a smile on his face.

Sun Jideng shouted: "Come here, take this thief down for me!"

There was no response from Confucian scholars for a long time.

Sun Jideng has a seven-rank cultivation base, the highest among all the Confucian students present.

When Xu Zhiqiong slashed him, everyone could see clearly that Sun Jideng did not react, which showed that Sun Jideng was not Xu Zhiqiong's opponent.

Even Sun Jideng is not an opponent, and others will die if they rush up.

Of course, more than [-] people at the scene swarmed up, and 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. Anyway, no one wants to be the first to charge.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Sun Jideng quickly thought about countermeasures in his mind.

He has a certain understanding of Xu Zhiqiong. According to the official information of the Lantern Yamen, Xu Zhiqiong has a seventh-rank killing practice.

Both sides are seventh-rank, with similar cultivation levels, but the Taoism is different. Killing Tao is obviously better than Confucianism, and Sun Jideng does not want to confront Xu Zhiqiong head-on.

He wanted to delay the time and wait for Zhou Kairong to come. Zhou Kairong has a sixth-grade cultivation base, so he can easily deal with Xu Zhiqiong.

Before Zhou Kairong comes, it is best to encourage a group of cannon fodder to resist for a while.

Sun Jideng pointed to Xu Zhiqiong and said, "You traitor, traitor, you are more hateful than Wang Yanyang. You have repeatedly committed crimes, disobeyed the principles of being a courtier, disobeyed the rules of propriety and law, did not know the order of superiority and inferiority, and disobeyed education..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xu Zhiqiong shook the lantern, and a fire dragon flew out, burning Sun Jideng's beard and eyebrows.

Sun Jideng tried his best to put out the fire. Blisters appeared on his face, but he was not seriously injured.

Xu Zhiqiong said with a smile: "You have such a thick face that you can't even bake it. You said that your life was bestowed by the emperor. When the emperor and your mother gave birth to you, did they put a golden face on you? Make you invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire?"

Sun Jideng said angrily: "Evil thief, don't talk nonsense. It doesn't matter if you slander me. How dare you speak out to slander Your Majesty?"

"Whether it's slander or not, we'll find out once we try it, wait until I peel off your skin and see how hard it is!"

"Xu Zhiqiong, don't be crazy! I have the protection of the emperor above, and my disciples follow me. I am full of righteousness. How can I be afraid of you, a vulgar warrior!"

A burst of coercion came, and Sun Jideng used the ninth-grade skill-Xunli.

Confucian scholars have always had a strong discrimination against martial arts. In Confucian etiquette and law, Confucian scholars have a higher status than martial arts.

He wants to forcibly instill his etiquette into Xu Zhiqiong and control Xu Zhiqiong's actions.

He firmly believed that as long as Xu Zhiqiong was not allowed to get close, Xu Zhiqiong would have nothing to do with him.

Xu Zhiqiong was not in a hurry to get close, he took a step forward despite the coercion, and said loudly: "I am a sixth-rank official, you are a seventh-rank official, and my rank is higher than yours!"

Subvert the other party's etiquette first.

Sun Jideng shouted: "Today we don't talk about official rank!"

Xu Zhiqiong took another step forward: "I'm talking about official ranks, there is courtesy in the official ranks!"

This is right.

Xu Zhiqiong took another step.

"When I say etiquette, I follow etiquette."

This is a reasonable inference.

Xu Zhiqiong walked up to Sun Jideng: "I am polite, you should follow my courtesy!"

This is an unreasonable inference.

Although the inference was irrational, it worked.

Sun Jideng stood motionless at the same spot, he felt that he was controlled by the technique of following etiquette.

Everyone present thought that Sun Jideng was controlled by the technique of following etiquette.

How can this be?

Why did Xu Zhiqiong use ritual techniques?

Is he a Confucian practitioner?
Could it be that his Confucian cultivation is higher than that of Sun Jideng?

Xu Zhiqiong raised the lantern and said, "You are guilty of harming the court officials?"

Sun Jideng stood like a clay sculpture.

Xu Zhiqiong shouted again: "Are you guilty of instigating Confucian scholars to kill innocent people indiscriminately?"

Sun Jideng forcibly restrained his body, drew out his long sword, and pointed at Xu Zhiqiong with difficulty. He still wanted to make a final fight.

The lantern was raised above his head, and Xu Zhiqiong shouted, "Assault on Lantern Lantern, are you guilty?"

"I, I..." Sun Jideng raised his long sword with difficulty.

Xu Zhiqiong waved the lantern and went down with two swords, cutting off both of Sun Jideng's hands.

Sun Jideng's cheeks trembled and he couldn't make a sound.

The closer the distance, the stronger the master's spell control.

Xu Zhiqiong grinned ferociously, and he didn't need judge skills to kill you.

"You cut Wang Yushi three times, and I will pay you back three times. Now there is the last one left. I will ask you again, do you know if you are guilty?"

Under the control of the master's skills, Sun Jideng's face was distorted, and two words were squeezed out between his teeth: "Convicted!"

"Okay!" Xu Zhiqiong raised the lantern and chopped off Sun Jideng's head.

Xu Zhiqiong looked around at the crowd, and shouted sharply: "Have no regard for human life, commit crimes and commit crimes, you will be convicted!"

The Confucian scholars present screamed repeatedly and fled in all directions.

Xu Zhiqiong shouted loudly: "Lang Lantern, hold the lantern!"

Niu Yuxian opened the lamp box, and twenty-four blue lamps flew into the hall, and molten iron poured down like a flying stream!

(End of this chapter)