Chapter 49: Tianliang killed a fake scholar

In the pouring rain, Mr. Liang, who had entered the wine shop before, was thrown out of the wine shop and fell heavily into the mud, covered in mud.
And he couldn't get up immediately, but he struggled for a long time, and he could only lie in the mud and watch the old scholar who appeared at the entrance of the wine shop.
This scene caused dozens of riders who followed Mr. Liang to look at each other, and finally turned their eyes to the leading middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man looked dignified, and he did not have a military order from the Northern Military Mansion on this trip. Even Liang Shu did not get the approval from the Northern Military Mansion. It was a private action. Liang Shu died here. Actually, there is a problem. Not too big. If the Northern Army Mansion investigates by then, it will probably be able to push all the blame on Liang Shu. In fact, this trip is almost because Liang Shu wants to take the demon pill, and it is not easy to go out privately. Only then came out some money, let him, the captain of the Northern Army Mansion, pick some brothers to accompany him. When the time comes, he only needs to erase the money. Even if the Northern Army Mansion is to blame, he can probably use them all. Liang Shu forced the reasons to respond.
But if these pawns behind him were killed by the old scholar standing at the entrance of the wine shop, and then the Northern Army Mansion pursued it, it would be really troublesome. Maybe the emperor would be furious if it spread to Luoyang City. Knowing that Xu Wuting, a general of the Northern Army Mansion, was removed from his post and returned to Beijing for no reason, the generals in the Northern Army Mansion were all cautious, fearing that they would become the Emperor's second target for swordsmanship, and now there is another stall like this. How can it be perfunctory in the turbulent Northern Army Palace?
You must know that the emperor, no matter how gentle the image shows people, is still a king who can tell right from wrong in essence, and he can only kill people in a single thought.
The middle-aged man stayed quiet, but pulled his horse back a few steps, knowing all the pawns behind him, and slowly backed up a few steps, trying to stay away from the place of right and wrong.
At this moment, the middle-aged man's choice is extremely indifferent, but also very realistic.
The old scholar stood at the entrance of the wine shop, looking at Liang Shu lying on the ground, and asked calmly, "Which college are you a student?"
In fact, there are dozens of academies in Yanling alone. Not every Confucian monk came out of that academy, not to mention that this place is not far away. According to the old scholars Knowing that there are at least a few colleges in Dayu, he really doesn't know which school Liang Shu is a student.
Liang Shu's internal organs were in pain, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Before Liang came to Beijun Mansion, he studied at Luoshui Academy!"
I have to say that Liang Shu is really out of mind. Knowing that this old Confucian student is a Confucian monk, he doesn’t involve Beijun Mansion, only that he studies in Luoshui Academy. If it happens that the old Confucian student and that academy are old, maybe Will seek a silver lining.
Sure enough, after hearing the words of Luoshui Academy, the expression on the face of the old scholar changed a little, it seemed a little nostalgic, and it seemed to be a memory.
Liang Shu firmly grasped the last life-saving straw, "Does your husband have a relationship with me at Luoshui Academy? Today the students are abrupt. It is really inappropriate to do such things that are detrimental to the scholar's character, but please leave a life for your husband. So that Liang Shu can sincerely repent."
The old scholar sneered when he heard the words: "Since you have done something wrong, there is no reason for impunity. The old man is not like the sour and ruthless scholars, who only knows to admonish and advise. Besides, you have an old relationship with the old man in Luoshui Academy. It’s just that this old word is not very good. The old man studied at Luoshui Academy, and the academy rejected him, saying that the old man’s face is not like a scholar. It’s really a strange thing for his mother. Can tell? It’s ridiculous. The old man didn’t enter the Luoshui Academy and traveled in Yanling for several decades. Instead, he embarked on that road of spiritual practice. It’s just that you and the old man have no enmity, and the old man is unwilling to fight you with any old things. Just one thing, if you want to take the demon pill of the wine shop shopkeeper, the old man refuses to agree, bullying a woman with a hidden illness, you can speak, and the old man panicked for you!"
Liang Shu had a bitter look on his face and asked, "The old man really won't spare the students this time?"
The old Confucian student did not speak, but just made finger gestures with one hand.
Liang Shu had no luck at this moment, and simply no longer pretended to be unable to get up. After standing up, the Confucian monk took out an ancient inkstone from his arms.
Staring at the old Confucian student, Liang Shu was expressionless, "Although the master is not low, he has already crossed Qingsi, but the students don't want to sit still."
The old Confucian student walked from the gate with his hands into the heavy rain, let the raindrops wet his body, and came ten steps away from Liang Shu. The old Confucian student just said, "Come and let the old man see how powerful your ancient inkstone is?"
Liang Shu sneered, and no longer concealed it. He pinched a magic formula in his hand. The Fang Gu Yan hovered directly in the air. After a while, the Qi machine became so powerful that Fang Gu Yan started to all the surrounding rain into the Gu Yanzhi. During this time, the vision gradually emerged.
The ancient inkstone was turned over, and a long river of ink color emerged from the ancient inkstone, overwhelming the sky and heading towards the old scholar.
In addition, as the long black river pierced through the ancient inkstone, the surrounding rain gradually turned black.
It was a rain of ink.
In the rain of ink, the old Confucian student looked at the long river of ink and asked with a smile: "The ancestors of Confucianism, with a beautiful article, is enough to wipe out most of the evil spirits in the world. Your long river of ink has the same effect, but It's really too far, besides, what kind of evil do you really treat as an old man?"
Before he finished his words, the old scholar walked into the long river of ink, but he saw no ink staining his clothes.
He didn't say a word, just looked at Liang Shu, his expression was extremely flat, as if this long river of black ink had no effect on him at all.
He didn't use the slightest magical power of the blue silk realm, as if he was disdainful, and it seemed unnecessary.
At this moment, the old scholar was definitely not the bad old man who drank in the wine shop before.
It deserves to be full of spirits.
He raised one hand and held the other behind him.
The entire river of black colors suddenly turned around.
Although Liang Shu still had contact with that Fang Gu Yan, he could no longer control the long river of ink.
The old Confucian student smiled and said: "If you want to come, you are just a fake scholar abandoned by the academy. How do you know how Confucianism works?"
"The Confucian monks in the world, no matter their realm is advanced or not, but most of them take a broad road, and who like you wants to go on a small road?"
After saying this, the old Confucian student's raised hand suddenly waved, "If you are not affected by this long river of ink, the old man will let you go. If you can't stand it, you can only say that you have suffered. ."
The long black river turned upside down and hit Liang Shu. The latter's eyes widened and his face was unbelievable. The old scholar turned around without looking back, stopped at the entrance of the wine shop, took off his shoes, and washed them away. After removing the mud from the soles, I put it on again and walked into the gate of the wine shop.
As soon as he walked in, the old Confucian scholar took a jar of wine on the counter and cleaned up those crossbow arrows. He sat opposite Li Fuyao. After pouring a bowl, the old Confucian smiled and said: "Young man, still Can drink?"
Li Fuyao was silent for a moment, and said calmly: "A few jars of wine are not a problem."
The old scholar clapped his hands and laughed: "So, let's have a drink."
Then the old scholar turned his head to look at the middle-aged woman who was still absent from beginning to end, and smiled: "The shopkeeper, this jar of wine is on my account. When I have money, I will pay it back. you."
The middle-aged woman, who finally recovered, touched her forehead and looked at the old scholar with a weird expression. She hadn't noticed any tediousness during the days when he was in the wine shop. She just regarded it as a poor old man. Confucian scholar, but now why in a blink of an eye, this old guy has become a hidden master, and it seems that even when he is in his heyday, he may not be able to deal with it. They all say that in the market, they are crouching tigers and hidden dragons. Then there was a great god, and the middle-aged woman smiled happily: "This jar of wine, the old lady, please."
The old scholar burst into laughter, "Then the previous accounts, can you erase the old lady together."
The middle-aged woman snorted coldly, "Don't think about it!"