Strange world, I can seal the gods
Chapter 309
Chapter 309
"Infinite merit! Infinite merit!" Gong Nanbei looked at the overwhelming crowd with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
"Benefit? What kind of merit?" Cui Yu turned around and looked at Gongnanbei in surprise.
Is there merit in doing good deeds?
There is no merit in heaven and earth.
But in the human realm, there are immeasurable merits.
Saving a life has nothing to do with heaven, but it is a great merit in terms of humanity.
Cui Yu put his hands in his sleeves, raised his head and looked at the distant sky, and there was something more in his eyes.
Along with the practice, he felt that more and more theories from his previous life began to make mistakes.
Gong Nanbei smiled when he heard the words: "You will know in the future. By the way, although you have figured out a way to crack the opponent now, you must be careful of Gongyang Academy."
"Gongyang Academy?" Cui Yu somehow thought of that Gongyang Yu who was crushed to death by the mountain.
"The old sour Confucian is able to get into today's predicament, and I have to thank the Gongyang Academy." Gong Nanbei said.
Cui Yu didn't say a word, just stared at the endless stream of people, lost in thought.
He is now worried about things in his body, and he has noticed something is wrong in his body.
Cui Yu felt that his family was very abnormal recently, and there was a lot of divine blood born in his body recently.
The inexplicable increase!
It's like... the corpse ancestor has his own consciousness, knowing how much divine blood he needs, he creates as much divine blood for himself.
"I don't know what's going on with Nuba now, so I don't dare to cast the seven arrows at will." Cui Yu couldn't help muttering, his words were full of helplessness.
He hoped that the daughter-in-law would live a good life and not be taken away by the corpse ancestor.
Once the corpse ancestor is revived, he may be the first to repair it.
Cui Yu put his hands in his sleeves, looked at the crazy beggar below, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
As the clothes were handed out one by one, Cui Yu raised the corner of his mouth when he saw the clothes and car logos that were branded with words one after another: "Suppression? How can you suppress it? You can't stop the people from wearing clothes."
In Cui Yu's heart, it's really not worth it for Gong Nanbei, and he is simmering with anger!
What kind of person is Gong Nanbei?Cui Yu felt that he couldn't bear to be angry with two mortals.
in a restaurant
Eight students are sitting together reciting poems and painting.
All eight of them were young and romantic, each wearing Confucian clothes, with a sword hanging from his waist and a square scarf on his head.
Not far away, the bookseller who had slapped Gong Nan Bei in the head with braised pork, now stood with his hands down respectfully, not daring to be careless in the slightest.
After drinking for three rounds, it seemed that the interest in the game had faded, only to see the leader put down the wine cup, looked at the bookseller standing in the corner with his eyes, and stretched out his hand to beckon.
"I've seen Mr. Ying."
The bookseller stepped forward and bowed respectfully.
"What's your name?" Mr. Ying asked lazily.
"The villain's surname is Li, and his name is Li Yingxiong. When we were in the academy, the villain was lucky enough to meet Mr. Li." Li Yingxiong's face was full of smiles.
"Really?" The scholar smiled faintly: "Li Yingxiong? Your name is interesting. Are you worthy of being called a hero?"
"It's not a hero, it's 'Yingxiong'." Boss Li quickly explained.
"Your name should be changed." Mr. Ying looked at Boss Li with a pair of eyes: "My name is Ying Xiong. But your name is Li Yingxiong. You clearly overwhelm me! Not good! Big bad!"
There was an unquestionable domineering look in Mr. Ying's eyes.
Boss Li immediately knelt on the ground when he heard the words: "The villain does not dare to offend the young master, so please ask the young master to give me a word."
"Do you still need to give the word? You will be called Li Gouxiong from now on." Ying Xiong said with a smile.
Boss Li's complexion changed when he heard the words, but he kowtowed immediately: "Thank you, sir, for giving me your name."
"Hahaha! Hahaha!"
There was a wild laugh from inside the private room, and all the Confucian scholars leaned forward and back together. Li Gouxiong squeezed out a smiling face, and smiled with a group of nobles.
"How is things going?" Seemingly having laughed enough, Ying Xiong stopped and stared at Li Gouxiong.
"It's done. The booksellers in the city, and even the booksellers in the nearby cities, we have all said hello. No one will print books for the old sour scholar, let alone sell books for the old sour man." Li Gouxiong said respectfully.
"It's done beautifully. Don't worry, after it's done, our Gongyang Academy won't treat you badly, and Bailu Academy won't treat you badly either!" Ying Xiong picked up the drink, came to Boss Li, and handed Boss Li a glass of wine : "As long as you can trap the old Confucian scholars in Daliang City, so that they will never be able to make a living, it will be a great achievement. At that time, your son will be able to enter Gongyang Academy and become a student of my Gongyang Academy. At that time, your Li family will stand out and prosper."
"Thank you son for cultivating and giving the villain this opportunity." Li Gouxiong quickly took the wine bottle and drank it down.
"The old sour Confucianist was so arrogant 60 years ago that he overwhelmed the scholars of the same generation in the world who couldn't lift their heads. He has never lost in 36 consecutive Taoism games. There are so many seedlings in the family. Three of the great Confucian scholars in my Gongyang Academy have broken their hearts in front of him, and they are still living their lives without recovery." Ying Xiong's voice was full of hatred.
"I didn't expect that old sour scholar to have today." Ying Xiong smiled coldly and shouted: "Xiaoer, serve the wine."
"Guest officer, the wine is here~"
Accompanied by Xiaoer's long voice, a burly figure, wearing clothes with words printed on his body, came downstairs with two jars of wine.
"Master, your wine." Xiaoer put the wine away respectfully, with a smile on his face like a flower.
Can you be unhappy?
As long as you put on the clothes with the words printed on them, you can get three bowls of corn for nothing, which is the first-class polished rice that only the nobles have the opportunity to eat.
And I can pick it up tomorrow!
When the shopkeeper heard about it, his eyes were red, and he directly removed the door panel and asked the waiter to queue up with the door panel and screen on his shoulders.
How difficult is it to do business these days?Someone who is taken advantage of is willing to give polished rice for free, and he has nothing to lose, so why not do it?
Xiao Er put down the wine and was about to turn around and leave, when one of the Confucian scholars saw the writing on Xiao Er's clothes, he couldn't help being taken aback, and shouted: "Wait a minute."
"Master, what else do you want?" Xiaoer bowed respectfully.
"It's interesting that you have words branded on your body. I didn't expect that you, a little waiter, would learn to write." The scholar's eyes showed a touch of curiosity.
"Master, it's not that the villain is literate and arty, but that someone held an event, as long as the words are branded on the body, they can give away three bowls of polished rice for free." Xiaoer said.
When he said this, everyone in the box suddenly became interested.
"Stand up straight, let me see what words are branded on your body, it's worth three bowls of polished rice?" Ying Xiong asked curiously, "Could it be that someone is trying to impress the public?"
After the voice fell, Xiaoer quickly spread out the clothes on his body, and one of the scholars looked around, looked at the words carefully, and then read out:
"If it is cured, the Six Classics will not be cured, but it will be clear. Readers should observe the meaning of the sage's scriptures and the sage's heart. In the midst of the night, the mind is calm and the mind is easy and the energy is lacking."
The scholar read it once, and stood there thoughtfully, as if savoring the true meaning of it.
"Someone is studying scriptures? It's such a profound truth. This truth has never been heard before, and it seems to be a new school." One of the scholars looked at the hero: "Brother, I have read all the books in the world, do you know the source of this sentence?"
Hearing the words, the hero shook his head, his eyes fell on the scripture, and after thinking for a long time, he said: "I have never heard of it, I have never seen it."
"However, the truth in it is refreshing. No one has ever said such a point of view." Ying Xiong looked away from the cloth scroll: "It's a pity that there is only one sentence, but you can't get a glimpse of the whole picture. It's a pity. The novel point of view is simply the first of my kind of Confucianism. I am afraid that these people have already forged their own way, and they are not far from becoming a saint. I never thought that there are such high-level people in Daliang City. You and I are not as good as you. How about going to visit and study together?"
"It should be so." All the students nodded.
One of them said: "It's strange, the other party has such knowledge, why doesn't he publish a book, but uses this method to attract people's attention?"
"It's just weird."
All the scholars said something to each other, and the bookseller owner Li Gouxiong couldn't help but change his face when he looked at the words on the clothes, and exclaimed in surprise: "My lord, isn't this the classics of that old sour scholar? That old sour scholar Is it a classic book of writing?"
Hearing this, Ying Xiong's complexion changed, and so did the scholars beside him.
"Are you sure?" Ying Xiong fixed his eyes on Li Gouxiong.
Li Gouxiong smiled wryly: "Of course I'm sure. When Gong Nanbei came to beg me, I was so impatient to be pestered by him, and I even read his books."
"Bang~"
Ying Xiong slapped the table with a slap, and he was furious: "This old sour scholar, how dare he play tricks?"
"He deserves to die, he deserves to die! He dares to play tricks under our noses." Ying Xiong was furious, and the little girl was startled by the way the other party slapped the table, and he couldn't help being frightened.
"Boy, where did you get this rice?" Ying Xiong was furious.
"I got it from the pork shop of Mi's house before." Xiaoer didn't dare to delay, so he said hastily.
Ying Xiong pushed Xiao Er away, and walked out of the restaurant aggressively, but when he came to the street, Ying Xiong couldn't help feeling dizzy.
What did he see?
The streets are crowded with people, and the same words are printed everywhere.
Among the crowds coming and going, the common people showed smiling faces, and their bodies were imprinted with dense words of saints and sages.
The porters in the past, on the shoulder poles and wooden barrels, were all those pieces of scriptures.
"'Qiao Xiaoqian is beautiful, beautiful eyes are looking forward to it, and I always think it is gorgeous.' What do you mean?" Zi said: "Picture after the event." Said: "Is it after the ceremony?" It can be said that the "Poetry" is over."
"I don't want to look at the ones that are poured and go away."
"Or ask Xuan about it. The Master said: "I don't know.Knowing the speaker is also known to the world, and it is as good as showing it to everyone! "Point to his palm.
"Sacrificing is as if there is a sacrifice, and offering sacrifices to the gods is as if the god is there. The Master said: "I don't sacrifice, it's as if I don't sacrifice. "
Looking at the pieces of articles and sentences in front of them, the eyes of all the disciples of Gongyang Academy were filled with bewilderment.
In one day, this small Daliang City seemed to have changed the world, with all kinds of characters everywhere.
However, the streets, alleys, flagpoles, and gates of restaurants are all covered with words, and the scriptures are fluttering in the wind.
"This dog thief is really a good trick, do you think you can become enlightened by doing this?" Ying Xiongqi's hands trembled in his sleeves.
"The old Confucian scholar is a corrupt Confucian, how could he have such means? Did the brother make a mistake? We have wronged a good person?" A disciple of Gongyang Academy said.
"Go and have a look." Ying Xiong found a carriage at random, but on the carriage of the carriage, there were a large number of dense articles branded on it, Ying Xiong was dazzled and his eyes were full of anger.
Outrageous!
But he still suppressed his nausea, boarded the carriage, and went with the scholar.
The carriage passed through the crowded crowd, and when it was a few streets away from the pork shop, it was finally blocked by the heavy traffic and could no longer move forward. Nanbei was standing upstairs drinking.
"It's Gongnanbei." A scholar gritted his teeth in hatred.
"It seems that the old Confucian scholar really made the move. It's just... How much corn does this need? Where did the old Confucian scholar get the money? Even the rich and powerful families in Haojing will be eaten up." Ying Xiong looked at him. In the scene where the densely packed figures gathered continuously, one's heart suddenly relaxed:
"Although I don't know where the old Suanru got the money and food, it will definitely not last long. Let's just wait and see."
Ying Xiong calmed down, walked up to a restaurant, looked at the busy street, and thought flickered in his mind: "Where is Teacher Gongyangyu? Why haven't I heard anything recently?"
"A few days ago, when my brother was studying knowledge, Master Gongyang Yu went to the Liangjie Mountains to look for good luck." A scholar said.
Ying Xiong was silent when he heard the words, and then his eyes swept over the people in the field, and finally his eyes fell on the pork shop: "I really don't believe it, how much rice noodles can he have, and can withstand such a splurge."
"Send people quickly to find the trace of the teacher. Now that the old Confucian scholars have come up with this trick, we still need the teacher to come out and take charge of the overall situation." Ying Xiong looked at the other party's actions, feeling uncertain.
However, before Ying Xiong could find out the truth about the grain store, a bad news had already reached his ears.
Inside the Ram Academy in Daliang City
Ying Xiong held a letter in his hand, reviewed it unhurriedly, sketched and sketched on the manuscript paper, and suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside the door: "Senior brother, Sanhe Gang protector Gao Dasheng asks to see you."
"Gao Dasheng? Why is this reckless man here? Please come in." Gong Yangyu pondered for a while, and then gave orders.
Not long after, Gao Dasheng came in from the gate with a sad face and tears in his eyes.
As soon as they met, Gao Dasheng cried out in grief.Ying Xiong, who was howling, trembled: "Guardian Gao, why is this so?"
(End of this chapter)
"Infinite merit! Infinite merit!" Gong Nanbei looked at the overwhelming crowd with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
"Benefit? What kind of merit?" Cui Yu turned around and looked at Gongnanbei in surprise.
Is there merit in doing good deeds?
There is no merit in heaven and earth.
But in the human realm, there are immeasurable merits.
Saving a life has nothing to do with heaven, but it is a great merit in terms of humanity.
Cui Yu put his hands in his sleeves, raised his head and looked at the distant sky, and there was something more in his eyes.
Along with the practice, he felt that more and more theories from his previous life began to make mistakes.
Gong Nanbei smiled when he heard the words: "You will know in the future. By the way, although you have figured out a way to crack the opponent now, you must be careful of Gongyang Academy."
"Gongyang Academy?" Cui Yu somehow thought of that Gongyang Yu who was crushed to death by the mountain.
"The old sour Confucian is able to get into today's predicament, and I have to thank the Gongyang Academy." Gong Nanbei said.
Cui Yu didn't say a word, just stared at the endless stream of people, lost in thought.
He is now worried about things in his body, and he has noticed something is wrong in his body.
Cui Yu felt that his family was very abnormal recently, and there was a lot of divine blood born in his body recently.
The inexplicable increase!
It's like... the corpse ancestor has his own consciousness, knowing how much divine blood he needs, he creates as much divine blood for himself.
"I don't know what's going on with Nuba now, so I don't dare to cast the seven arrows at will." Cui Yu couldn't help muttering, his words were full of helplessness.
He hoped that the daughter-in-law would live a good life and not be taken away by the corpse ancestor.
Once the corpse ancestor is revived, he may be the first to repair it.
Cui Yu put his hands in his sleeves, looked at the crazy beggar below, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
As the clothes were handed out one by one, Cui Yu raised the corner of his mouth when he saw the clothes and car logos that were branded with words one after another: "Suppression? How can you suppress it? You can't stop the people from wearing clothes."
In Cui Yu's heart, it's really not worth it for Gong Nanbei, and he is simmering with anger!
What kind of person is Gong Nanbei?Cui Yu felt that he couldn't bear to be angry with two mortals.
in a restaurant
Eight students are sitting together reciting poems and painting.
All eight of them were young and romantic, each wearing Confucian clothes, with a sword hanging from his waist and a square scarf on his head.
Not far away, the bookseller who had slapped Gong Nan Bei in the head with braised pork, now stood with his hands down respectfully, not daring to be careless in the slightest.
After drinking for three rounds, it seemed that the interest in the game had faded, only to see the leader put down the wine cup, looked at the bookseller standing in the corner with his eyes, and stretched out his hand to beckon.
"I've seen Mr. Ying."
The bookseller stepped forward and bowed respectfully.
"What's your name?" Mr. Ying asked lazily.
"The villain's surname is Li, and his name is Li Yingxiong. When we were in the academy, the villain was lucky enough to meet Mr. Li." Li Yingxiong's face was full of smiles.
"Really?" The scholar smiled faintly: "Li Yingxiong? Your name is interesting. Are you worthy of being called a hero?"
"It's not a hero, it's 'Yingxiong'." Boss Li quickly explained.
"Your name should be changed." Mr. Ying looked at Boss Li with a pair of eyes: "My name is Ying Xiong. But your name is Li Yingxiong. You clearly overwhelm me! Not good! Big bad!"
There was an unquestionable domineering look in Mr. Ying's eyes.
Boss Li immediately knelt on the ground when he heard the words: "The villain does not dare to offend the young master, so please ask the young master to give me a word."
"Do you still need to give the word? You will be called Li Gouxiong from now on." Ying Xiong said with a smile.
Boss Li's complexion changed when he heard the words, but he kowtowed immediately: "Thank you, sir, for giving me your name."
"Hahaha! Hahaha!"
There was a wild laugh from inside the private room, and all the Confucian scholars leaned forward and back together. Li Gouxiong squeezed out a smiling face, and smiled with a group of nobles.
"How is things going?" Seemingly having laughed enough, Ying Xiong stopped and stared at Li Gouxiong.
"It's done. The booksellers in the city, and even the booksellers in the nearby cities, we have all said hello. No one will print books for the old sour scholar, let alone sell books for the old sour man." Li Gouxiong said respectfully.
"It's done beautifully. Don't worry, after it's done, our Gongyang Academy won't treat you badly, and Bailu Academy won't treat you badly either!" Ying Xiong picked up the drink, came to Boss Li, and handed Boss Li a glass of wine : "As long as you can trap the old Confucian scholars in Daliang City, so that they will never be able to make a living, it will be a great achievement. At that time, your son will be able to enter Gongyang Academy and become a student of my Gongyang Academy. At that time, your Li family will stand out and prosper."
"Thank you son for cultivating and giving the villain this opportunity." Li Gouxiong quickly took the wine bottle and drank it down.
"The old sour Confucianist was so arrogant 60 years ago that he overwhelmed the scholars of the same generation in the world who couldn't lift their heads. He has never lost in 36 consecutive Taoism games. There are so many seedlings in the family. Three of the great Confucian scholars in my Gongyang Academy have broken their hearts in front of him, and they are still living their lives without recovery." Ying Xiong's voice was full of hatred.
"I didn't expect that old sour scholar to have today." Ying Xiong smiled coldly and shouted: "Xiaoer, serve the wine."
"Guest officer, the wine is here~"
Accompanied by Xiaoer's long voice, a burly figure, wearing clothes with words printed on his body, came downstairs with two jars of wine.
"Master, your wine." Xiaoer put the wine away respectfully, with a smile on his face like a flower.
Can you be unhappy?
As long as you put on the clothes with the words printed on them, you can get three bowls of corn for nothing, which is the first-class polished rice that only the nobles have the opportunity to eat.
And I can pick it up tomorrow!
When the shopkeeper heard about it, his eyes were red, and he directly removed the door panel and asked the waiter to queue up with the door panel and screen on his shoulders.
How difficult is it to do business these days?Someone who is taken advantage of is willing to give polished rice for free, and he has nothing to lose, so why not do it?
Xiao Er put down the wine and was about to turn around and leave, when one of the Confucian scholars saw the writing on Xiao Er's clothes, he couldn't help being taken aback, and shouted: "Wait a minute."
"Master, what else do you want?" Xiaoer bowed respectfully.
"It's interesting that you have words branded on your body. I didn't expect that you, a little waiter, would learn to write." The scholar's eyes showed a touch of curiosity.
"Master, it's not that the villain is literate and arty, but that someone held an event, as long as the words are branded on the body, they can give away three bowls of polished rice for free." Xiaoer said.
When he said this, everyone in the box suddenly became interested.
"Stand up straight, let me see what words are branded on your body, it's worth three bowls of polished rice?" Ying Xiong asked curiously, "Could it be that someone is trying to impress the public?"
After the voice fell, Xiaoer quickly spread out the clothes on his body, and one of the scholars looked around, looked at the words carefully, and then read out:
"If it is cured, the Six Classics will not be cured, but it will be clear. Readers should observe the meaning of the sage's scriptures and the sage's heart. In the midst of the night, the mind is calm and the mind is easy and the energy is lacking."
The scholar read it once, and stood there thoughtfully, as if savoring the true meaning of it.
"Someone is studying scriptures? It's such a profound truth. This truth has never been heard before, and it seems to be a new school." One of the scholars looked at the hero: "Brother, I have read all the books in the world, do you know the source of this sentence?"
Hearing the words, the hero shook his head, his eyes fell on the scripture, and after thinking for a long time, he said: "I have never heard of it, I have never seen it."
"However, the truth in it is refreshing. No one has ever said such a point of view." Ying Xiong looked away from the cloth scroll: "It's a pity that there is only one sentence, but you can't get a glimpse of the whole picture. It's a pity. The novel point of view is simply the first of my kind of Confucianism. I am afraid that these people have already forged their own way, and they are not far from becoming a saint. I never thought that there are such high-level people in Daliang City. You and I are not as good as you. How about going to visit and study together?"
"It should be so." All the students nodded.
One of them said: "It's strange, the other party has such knowledge, why doesn't he publish a book, but uses this method to attract people's attention?"
"It's just weird."
All the scholars said something to each other, and the bookseller owner Li Gouxiong couldn't help but change his face when he looked at the words on the clothes, and exclaimed in surprise: "My lord, isn't this the classics of that old sour scholar? That old sour scholar Is it a classic book of writing?"
Hearing this, Ying Xiong's complexion changed, and so did the scholars beside him.
"Are you sure?" Ying Xiong fixed his eyes on Li Gouxiong.
Li Gouxiong smiled wryly: "Of course I'm sure. When Gong Nanbei came to beg me, I was so impatient to be pestered by him, and I even read his books."
"Bang~"
Ying Xiong slapped the table with a slap, and he was furious: "This old sour scholar, how dare he play tricks?"
"He deserves to die, he deserves to die! He dares to play tricks under our noses." Ying Xiong was furious, and the little girl was startled by the way the other party slapped the table, and he couldn't help being frightened.
"Boy, where did you get this rice?" Ying Xiong was furious.
"I got it from the pork shop of Mi's house before." Xiaoer didn't dare to delay, so he said hastily.
Ying Xiong pushed Xiao Er away, and walked out of the restaurant aggressively, but when he came to the street, Ying Xiong couldn't help feeling dizzy.
What did he see?
The streets are crowded with people, and the same words are printed everywhere.
Among the crowds coming and going, the common people showed smiling faces, and their bodies were imprinted with dense words of saints and sages.
The porters in the past, on the shoulder poles and wooden barrels, were all those pieces of scriptures.
"'Qiao Xiaoqian is beautiful, beautiful eyes are looking forward to it, and I always think it is gorgeous.' What do you mean?" Zi said: "Picture after the event." Said: "Is it after the ceremony?" It can be said that the "Poetry" is over."
"I don't want to look at the ones that are poured and go away."
"Or ask Xuan about it. The Master said: "I don't know.Knowing the speaker is also known to the world, and it is as good as showing it to everyone! "Point to his palm.
"Sacrificing is as if there is a sacrifice, and offering sacrifices to the gods is as if the god is there. The Master said: "I don't sacrifice, it's as if I don't sacrifice. "
Looking at the pieces of articles and sentences in front of them, the eyes of all the disciples of Gongyang Academy were filled with bewilderment.
In one day, this small Daliang City seemed to have changed the world, with all kinds of characters everywhere.
However, the streets, alleys, flagpoles, and gates of restaurants are all covered with words, and the scriptures are fluttering in the wind.
"This dog thief is really a good trick, do you think you can become enlightened by doing this?" Ying Xiongqi's hands trembled in his sleeves.
"The old Confucian scholar is a corrupt Confucian, how could he have such means? Did the brother make a mistake? We have wronged a good person?" A disciple of Gongyang Academy said.
"Go and have a look." Ying Xiong found a carriage at random, but on the carriage of the carriage, there were a large number of dense articles branded on it, Ying Xiong was dazzled and his eyes were full of anger.
Outrageous!
But he still suppressed his nausea, boarded the carriage, and went with the scholar.
The carriage passed through the crowded crowd, and when it was a few streets away from the pork shop, it was finally blocked by the heavy traffic and could no longer move forward. Nanbei was standing upstairs drinking.
"It's Gongnanbei." A scholar gritted his teeth in hatred.
"It seems that the old Confucian scholar really made the move. It's just... How much corn does this need? Where did the old Confucian scholar get the money? Even the rich and powerful families in Haojing will be eaten up." Ying Xiong looked at him. In the scene where the densely packed figures gathered continuously, one's heart suddenly relaxed:
"Although I don't know where the old Suanru got the money and food, it will definitely not last long. Let's just wait and see."
Ying Xiong calmed down, walked up to a restaurant, looked at the busy street, and thought flickered in his mind: "Where is Teacher Gongyangyu? Why haven't I heard anything recently?"
"A few days ago, when my brother was studying knowledge, Master Gongyang Yu went to the Liangjie Mountains to look for good luck." A scholar said.
Ying Xiong was silent when he heard the words, and then his eyes swept over the people in the field, and finally his eyes fell on the pork shop: "I really don't believe it, how much rice noodles can he have, and can withstand such a splurge."
"Send people quickly to find the trace of the teacher. Now that the old Confucian scholars have come up with this trick, we still need the teacher to come out and take charge of the overall situation." Ying Xiong looked at the other party's actions, feeling uncertain.
However, before Ying Xiong could find out the truth about the grain store, a bad news had already reached his ears.
Inside the Ram Academy in Daliang City
Ying Xiong held a letter in his hand, reviewed it unhurriedly, sketched and sketched on the manuscript paper, and suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside the door: "Senior brother, Sanhe Gang protector Gao Dasheng asks to see you."
"Gao Dasheng? Why is this reckless man here? Please come in." Gong Yangyu pondered for a while, and then gave orders.
Not long after, Gao Dasheng came in from the gate with a sad face and tears in his eyes.
As soon as they met, Gao Dasheng cried out in grief.Ying Xiong, who was howling, trembled: "Guardian Gao, why is this so?"
(End of this chapter)
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