Saint of the Confucian way

Fang Yun went out of the school and walked outside the school palace step by step.

When I met a student along the way, the other party greeted Fang Yun and nodded gently. There was not much change except that his face was a little colder than usual.

After walking for a while, I saw Fang's carriage.

The coachman was dozing off with a straw hat over his face. Fang Yun went over and tapped the shaft with his index finger to make a thump.

After knocking more than ten times, the coachman reached out to take off his hat and jumped out of the car.

"Excuse me, sir..." the coachman panicked, especially when he found that Fang Yun looked wrong.

Fang Yun smiled calmly and said, "don't panic. I left school early. Take me to the palace."

"Yes, sir." the coachman hurried to move.

Fang Yun stepped into the carriage while listening to the constant drinking and scolding from the capital.

The official seal kept ringing and letters were sent.

Fang Yun continued to close his eyes.

After a while, Fang Yun suddenly opened his eyes and opened his mouth. It seemed that he was just talking with people nearby, but his voice immediately reached the Xuegong holy temple. Then, taking the Xuegong holy temple as the hub, he instantly reached the official seals of all officials of grade seven and above in Jingguo.

Jixian.

The new county magistrate Duan is reading the official documents and giving instructions.

After giving instructions on a page of official documents, Duan county magistrate got up and walked out of the study with some tired wrists and walked gently in the backyard of the county government.

"Master, you're resting. Go and get some fruits." a plump middle-aged woman dressed in silk came over with a smile.

"Yes, madam." the little servant girl walked out quickly.

Duan county magistrate nodded gently.

Mrs. Duan smiled and said, "Sir, this Jixian county is the hometown of Xusheng. The old house is in the county. If he is the No. 1 in high school, he should go back to his hometown to worship his ancestors. At that time, you can have a relationship with Tangtang Xusheng."

"What madam said is that if Lord Fang returns home, I will do my best. But... Jingguo is in a dilemma. If Fang Xusheng wins the first prize, or sits in the capital, or goes to the holy courtyard for latent training. Most importantly, before the end of the palace test this year, the demon man will go south. I'm afraid he can't get out and return to Jixian."

"If you can't come back this year, will you always come back within three or five years of your term of office? As long as you come back, it will be a great joy to the master." Duan Fu humanitarianism.

"HMM." Duan county magistrate nodded gently.

"My eyes are not as good as my master."

"Oh, how do you say that?" county magistrate Duan was still serious, but his eyes showed a very shallow smile.

"At that time, I thought it was the right way to follow Zuo Xiang. Now I find that you are the real road to prosperity. With your qualifications in Ji county and your relationship with Wen Xiang, it will be very good to see Fang Xusheng in the future."

County Magistrate Duan sighed and said: "I thought you could tell me what truth. I know I have limited talent and knowledge. I only have a chance to leave a name in history books when I set foot in the official career. However, I don't want to be stigmatized! However, you still look wrong this time. It's far more difficult to follow Wen Xiang or Fang Xusheng than to turn to Zuo Xiang. When I promised to take over the head of Jixian county magistrate, I was doomed to be in a whirlpool."

"Ah? How could this be? Then we should not be the magistrate of Jixian County. Leave quickly." Mrs. Duan panicked.

County Magistrate Duan did not scold his wife, but patiently explained, "if it is a prosperous time, my husband will probably take the road of the golden mean and win a reputation behind him by the most secure way. However, it is a time of great chaos. How can we scholars live in a muddle? We should shoulder the heavy responsibility of saving the world! Jingguo is the time of employment, and Jixian must not fall into the hands of Zuo Xiang."

"But... You're not in danger."

"You, it's inconvenient for me to tell you more about some things. You just know that coming to Jixian for your husband is not to fight for a career promotion, but to trust Wen Xiang and entrust him with an important task to protect this pure land for Fang Xusheng!"

"Alas..." Mrs. Duan's eyes were full of worry.

At this time, Duan county magistrate was suddenly stunned, and then walked quickly to the study. He heard a grand and majestic voice from the study, such as a bell, such as a valley, such as a high king.

"I am a saint who is proficient in poetry and has also studied military medicine. I have no great achievements. I know that I have little talent and learning. I have never been involved in an accident, so I live in seclusion, devote myself to my studies and be kind to others. But the demon barbarians are in trouble in the world. Thanks to the attention of many predecessors, I first enter the holy ruins, then step on the Dragon platform, and fight on the hunting ground. With a sincere heart and a humble body, I can kill the demon barbarians with justice."

The sound of the official seal made the whole county government buzzing, and saw the leaves withering and the flowers drooping in the courtyard.

Many servants of the county government clearly couldn't hear the people who spoke, but after the voice sounded, they naturally knew that it was the words of the empty Saint Fang Yun. They couldn't help lowering their heads and bending down to respectfully treat them.

Northern grassland.

A wolf tribe was burning, and thousands of demons were crying and howling.

Several wolves were handsome, wasted their Qi and blood, nailed to the log in the center of the tribe, watching their tribe's people burn in the fire, howl between knives and guns, struggle in war poems, and scream in front of lips and guns.

"Damn Zhang poyue! You have the ability to fight to the death with us! Is it the human race to kill my demon women and children!" a wolf was very handsome and shouted in a non-standard human language.

In a huge tent, Zhang poyue clenched his right fist and rattled his joints.

Compared with Yuhai City, Zhang poyue is stronger, his beard is heavier, his skin is coarser, and his killing intention is like fog in his eyes.

The light was dim, but Zhang Po Yue's eyes were like the moon.

Rows of women were naked, tied inside like cattle and horses, their hands and feet were broken, their eyes were in a trance and their faces were blank.

The smell of shame pervaded the tent.

"Draw the knife." Zhang poyue slowly pulled out his sabre.

Shua... Shua... Shua

A sabre was pulled out from the hands of many close guards, and the cold light flickered.

Zhang poyue's lips moved and stepped on his blood soaked riding boots to the nearest woman.

"Let's go."

Zhang poyue covered the woman's eyes with his left hand and crossed her neck with a knife in his right hand. Blood splashed on Zhang poyue's face.

The hot blood filled Zhang poyue's eyes. Zhang poyue moved forward steadily without blinking. He continued to cover the next woman's eyes with his left hand, and the saber of his right hand swept his neck again.

Zhang poyue's steps are very stable, his eyes are very stable, and his knife is also very stable.

So did his personal guards.

Everyone seems to have practiced countless times.

It's quiet inside the convertible.

"Burn it, change a knife." after killing the last person, Zhang poyue threw down his knife, took off his leather gloves, left behind and walked out of the tent.

A guard carried a copper basin.

Zhang poyue put his hand into warm water, and his blood bloomed like peach blossoms.

Zhang poyue washed his hands slowly and carefully until he was sure there would be no blood on his hands. He took a clean towel and wiped it one finger at a time.

"Zhang poyue! You're not human! You're an animal!" the wolf was handsome and continued to curse.

Zhang poyue looked at the handsome wolf nailed to the wooden post and smiled.

"I like you scolding me." Zhang poyue's voice is a little hoarse and his smile is thicker.

"General, here you are." he saw a group of soldiers escorting more than a dozen young demons.

With a smile on his face, Zhang poyue looked at these children, pointed to the five handsome children nailed to the wooden column, and said kindly in standard demon language: "eat them, I'll let you live."

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