This assassination came suddenly, and it ended suddenly.
An attack like a storm broke out and ended in less than a cup of tea. Sun Kejian and his party, except for three people were injured, the rest were not seriously injured. The assassin group of nearly a hundred people were all killed. In addition, dozens of Confucian students around were injured by the hidden weapons of sawdust because they couldn't dodge in time.
Feng Qingyan stood in front of Sun Kejian, stopped him from going forward to take care of the wounded, and said in a low voice: "Master Sun, the situation is unclear now, there may be enemies in the crowd, so don't take risks. Leave it to my sixth junior brother to deal with it here." , let's find a safe place first."
Sun Kejian looked at the wounded everywhere, even the familiar old man was hit by a dart in the chest, he didn't know whether he was alive or not, he couldn't help but sighed, and said: "I didn't expect that I would bring such a miserable situation to the teacher when I came back this time, I really feel uneasy. Daoist Qingzhu, please comfort and treat everyone, all expenses will be borne by this old man... "
He Qingzhu nodded to express his understanding.
Sun Kejian sighed again, turned around and wanted to leave.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, there was a chaotic sound of clothes ripping through the air, several figures galloped over from a distance, and one of them yelled loudly from a distance: "Don't go, the thief, you are doing trouble in the Confucian Academy. Are you leaving?"
At the beginning of the sound, the person was still a hundred feet away, but when the sound fell, the person had already floated in front of his eyes.
A scholar in his thirties, with a short beard under his chin, but with a face full of arrogance and anger, holding a sword, pointed viciously at Feng Qingyan and the three of them, and shouted: "You villain, scholar! If there is trouble in front of the academy gate, obediently put down your weapon and catch him without a fight, you can still spare your life, but if you dare to resist, hehe... don't blame me for being ruthless."
Faced with this sudden scene, not only Feng Qingyan and He Qingzhu, but also Sun Kejian looked at each other in blank dismay.
Feng Qingyan took a step forward, saluted and said: "Brother, there is some misunderstanding here, we are not assassins, but victims..."
"I don't care who kills whom? This happened because of you, so you are the suspect." The 30-year-old scribe stared at Feng Qingyan loudly.
He Qingzhu frowned, his originally bad mood suddenly sullen.
Sun Kejian, who was behind the two of them, stepped forward, cupped his hands and said, "This student belongs to the supervisor, and I, Sun Kejian, is this session of 'Yansheng Sacrificial Wine'..."
"Where does a villager in the mountains dare to call himself 'Yansheng Jijiu'?" The 30-year-old scribe was furious, "The position of 'Yanshengjijiu' has been vacant for many years, and my Confucian Academy is about to re-election Jiu, how dare you come here to bluff and cheat? Come on, arrest them all!"
As soon as the voice fell, there was a huff, and there were at least thirty Confucian disciples with swords in their hands, and surrounded everyone.
He Qingzhu finally couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted: "We are here at the invitation of Dean Yan, how can you be so presumptuous?"
The 30-year-old scholar laughed three times, and shouted wildly: "It's even more false, my headmaster has been in seclusion for more than half a year, and he has never left the seclusion at all. Now the Confucian Academy is presiding over Zhu Shaoling, the superintendent, how can you be the headmaster's distinguished guests. Catch them for me."
Swipe!
Several sword lights came to He Qingzhu in an instant.
"Bold..." He Qingzhu snorted coldly, condensed his single palm suddenly, and the three long swords instantly stretched more than a foot in front of him, and were "frozen" in mid-air. The three Confucian masters bared their teeth, Even couldn't break free.
He Qingzhu shouted at the same time: "We are disciples of the Kunwu Sect, even if we come here, you can't be so rude!"
Peng!
He Qingzhu clenched his palm into a fist, and the three long swords he held in the air twisted into a ball and turned into a pile of scrap iron.
The three Confucian masters retreated in alarm, throwing away the broken swords in their hands.
The eyes of the thirty-year-old scribe flashed brightly, and he roared angrily, "How dare you resist? You want to die!"
With a movement of the body, the mighty righteousness rose to the sky, and the sword in his hand used the exquisite sword move of [Seventy-two Sage Swords], and came straight to He Qingzhu.
He Qingzhu frowned, and was about to teach him a lesson, when a loud shout suddenly came: "Wei Yu must not be rude, this is the principal's distinguished guest!"
When the voice came, the figure of the thirty-year-old literati leaping like a dragon and a tiger turned back in the air, lightly fell back to the original place, and looked back blankly.
On the other side, Feng Qingyan stepped forward and gently grabbed He Qingzhu's sleeve, and slowly shook his head at the sixth junior brother, signaling him not to cause trouble.
Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see Liu Mengyan approaching with an apologetic face, cupping his hands, and said: "Guests, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mengyan was late to greet you, and caused such a misunderstanding. I'm really sorry, I'm sorry! Cheng Weiyu, I don't want you Your apology!"
Everyone watched coldly that the "No. 1 Talented Man in the South of the Yangtze River" came to the front and whispered to Cheng Weiyu. Cheng Weiyu was obviously angry, but he still cupped his hands unwillingly, as an apology, and didn't say a word. Turn around and leave.
"Several, my teacher has been waiting for a long time, please come with me." Liu Mengyan chuckled, glanced at Sun Kejian, and left without saying hello.
At this time, the crowd came slowly with Hou Ting and Lin Yuncong supported, and Sun Kun leaned in front of the crowd, looked at Liu Mengyan's back, and said with a smile: "I'm talking about the old grandson of the same clan, it seems that you are the 'Yansheng Jijiu' There is indeed a big problem with the location."
Everyone was stunned.
Just looking at Liu Mengyan's behavior towards Sun Kejian, not to mention his detached status as "Yansheng Sacrificial Wine", or his lack of respect for his uncle's seniority, everyone's hearts sank.
"Is there any conspiracy here?" Ye Qingxuan asked.
Sun Kejian stroked his beard and smiled, and said: "I'm afraid Ye Xiaoyou doesn't know the temper of my brother dean, and because of his fault of staying out of everything, he will never have any conspiracy against me, but looking at this little nephew, I'm afraid The status of those who want to do it is second only to Yan Jingliu. Alas, status and status are all things outside the body. I have long since ignored the false title of "Yan Sheng Sacrificial Wine". The internal disciples are all so ambitious, competitive, and don't follow the rules of etiquette, how can there be a trace of modesty?"
Sun Kun laughed and said: "Your sect first had Zheng Zhantang, then Qi Rulin, and Li Shentong's son Li Xinran, all of them are members of the Demon Sect... the same clan, your Confucian Academy has a big problem."
With Sun Kun's cynical reminder, everyone's hearts sank.
indeed so.
This Confucian Academy is probably not as simple as imagined.
Is Yan Jingliu's sudden invitation this time an opportunity or a trap
"Guys, please—" Thirty steps away, Liu Mengyan bowed with a smile on his face, everyone looked at each other and walked forward together.
At this time, there is no way to retreat.