Yunqijue is a unique skill of novelists. It is very good, but it is not extremely rare. It has no power to destroy the world. All core disciples are qualified to practice.

Mr. Niu exchanges it for a good story with ups and downs, which is not a loss. Anyway, you just need to write it.

He wrote a pen in a row and snake way. After half an hour, he completed it in one go. After throwing the secret of the martial arts to Yang Zheng, he wanted to drink a sip of tea to moisten his throat, but found that the tea had already been cold.

Yang Zheng got what he wished, and his joy was beyond words. He waved his hand and said, "Happy life is worth it. How can it be matched with tea? Li Shu, go and bring a pot of good wine for the old senior!"

Li Shu's face was slightly stiff, and he thought to himself that I wanted to listen to the following, but he still went downstairs to get the wine.

Mr. Niu smiled comfortably, and the more he looked at Yang Zheng, he urged: "Don't talk nonsense, keep telling the story!"

Yang Zheng did not dare to hesitate and immediately opened his voice to speak.

As soon as the story goes on, in the other private room, the old man felt comfortable and lay on his side next to the food table, squinting his eyes and eavesdropping on the second half of "Jiangye".

Unexpectedly, not long after, a rampant clamor suddenly came from the lobby downstairs, resounding throughout the entire Tingfeng Building.

"Where is Yang Zheng? Come out and answer!"

The story was in a good mood, but it was suddenly interrupted. At this moment, Yang Zheng, Mr. Niu and the master and apprentice frowned at the same time, and anger appeared on their faces.

Who is so rude and arrogant that he dares to disturb their elegance?

Yang Zheng got up and walked to the railing, looked down at the lobby, and saw a group of young men standing on the open space, all with elevated crowns and wide belts, with great momentum, and it seemed that the person who came was not good.

He bowed to everyone and asked calmly: "You are looking for me, what's wrong?"

Looking at the neat clothes of these young men, he had guessed the truth in his heart.

Since entering the city to this day, he has been staying in his door and has not dealt with anyone, so he will not be able to get enemies under his belt. Therefore, there should be only one possibility for the other party to come to seek punishment, that is, to make trouble for the mountains and mountains.

A handsome young man walked forward, looked straight at him, and his beautiful eyebrows and eyes suddenly became angry, "You are disrespectful and instigated your subordinates to commit murder and harm the descendants of the Sub-Saints. Didn't you think that today would be there?"

Yang Zheng understood, and indeed, these people were all Confucian disciples, who came for Meng Chun's death to defend the majesty of the saint family.

When he wanted to kill Meng Chun that day, Tian Shuang reminded that killing the descendants of the saints would inevitably lead to the criticism of Confucianism. A prophecy came true, and Confucianism really came to take revenge.

In front of everyone, Yang Zheng's face remained calm, "I have been in the city for four days. The first time I went out, you arrived quickly. We must have sent someone to stare at my house. You are all full of righteous indignation. Why don't you even have the courage to come to the door? You still have to wait until today?"

He knew that it was a private house under Tian Dan's name, symbolizing the Tian family of Jimo. If these people came to the door with great fanfare, it would be like provoking Jimo and trampling on the dignity of the Tian family, and the situation would be very serious.

They dare not really provoke family disputes and cause chaos, so they can only send people to follow them. After Yang Zheng goes out, they will gather people to block him and use methods to retaliate and humiliate.

When everyone heard this, their faces changed slightly. Yang Zheng said something and it was inevitable that they felt disgraceful.

Before they could answer, Yang Zheng continued, "I guess, you know that you are in the wrong position and dare not really make a big deal. Meng Chun was not the one I killed. You have found the wrong person. If you want to take revenge, go to Qifengtai!"

Fortunately, he had a foresight and used the hands of Prince Tian Chen to kill people, so he was not afraid of the Meng family's pursuit. After all, if the Meng family wants to attack, they must first settle the accounts on the prince's head, which is unaffordable.

The Meng family knew the truth and did not send their confidants to show up. They just incite these young and energetic scholars in the academy to make trouble.

The young man in the leader came prepared and was not choked by his words. He snorted coldly, "The prince's murder was not due to his original intention, but because of your coercion. The situation was critical that day, and you didn't want to protect the crown prince, so how dare you..."

Yang Zheng was too lazy to argue with them, "Did I force the prince to kill someone? Just ask the bystanders and don't make trouble with me. By the way, I remember that Sun Jin from the Sun family was also present at the time, and he could be a witness."

Sun Jin is Sun Dianxiong's son and a descendant of the military saint. He does not have to act according to Confucian expressions. Since Sun Dianxiong knows how to be grateful, he will not let his son open his eyes and slander Yang Zheng.

No matter how big the matter is, Yang Zheng doesn't care.

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to return to the private room, ignoring the group of people.

However, at this time, the young man said loudly: "You think Confucianism can do nothing about you if you make a clever and quibble. As far as I know, you came to the capital this time to study in Jixia Academy, right?"

Yang Zheng stopped, turned his back to them without answering.

The young man felt complacent, thinking that he had pinned his life, and his expression became more and more arrogant. "Boy, even the sacrificial sages of our Confucianism. Do you dare to despise Confucianism and hope to enter the academy?"

Obviously, this is to use the admission qualification of the academy to suppress him.

Yang Zheng glanced back at him, stood with his hands behind his back, and replied: "The Academy gathers all kinds of schools of thought, but it is not a Confucian one-man rule. It has its own justice. Besides, do you think that Xun Sheng can be deceived and will be deceived and used by you?"

He knows a little about the Confucian situation.

In the history of the pre-Qin period, Confucianism was divided into two schools: Mencius and Xunzi, which were confrontational. The concepts of these two schools were incompatible and difficult to reconcile. Xunzi was also strange and unsociable, so he would definitely not be in harmony with this group of Meng family disciples.

He believed that with Jimo Tian’s backer, as long as Xun Sheng did not come forward, it would be difficult for Confucianism to exclude him from the school.

The young man's expression was slightly stiff. Unexpectedly, Yang Zheng would not take this trick. He said in a cold voice: "You are so arrogant and dare not take Confucianism seriously! Tell me, we are here today to review your qualifications for the exam!"

There are many strong people in the academy, and hundreds of schools of thought are in a row. They cannot easily join, become one of them and enjoy great glory. According to the rules of the academy, many conditions must be met before those who meet the standards are eligible to take the exam.

The Academy has always been known for its rigor and abides by the rules. Even if it is recommended by Mr. Tian Dan himself, Yang Zheng has to undergo review and cannot overcome the rules.

Yang Zheng frowned. Seeing that the other party had put forward the rules, he was fearless. He clearly wanted to avenge his personal revenge and realized that the situation was not good. But this was related to the entrance exam, and he could not refuse.

"How do you want to review?"

Li Shu in the rear listened silently and broke into a cold sweat for Yang Zheng. He knew that his background was only the most basic threshold. Before a newcomer took the exam, he must first pass a series of tests to prove that he has real skills, rather than just filling in the gaps.

The young man waited for this, smiled and showed his white teeth. In his opinion, once Yang Zheng agreed to be reviewed here, he would face more than failure, but also shameful.
Chapter completed!