Baima Mountain, Baima Academy.
Wang Luo Ri stood in front of the White Horse Academy, looking at the plaque hanging high on the mountain gate, with a gloomy expression, and a terrifying and chilling aura that made the elders, deacons and disciples of Luo Ri Mountain who were following him stay silent and frightened.
Rumor has it that the plaque on the White Horse Academy was inscribed by the Grand Priest Jiu of Jixia Academy. It embodies the Confucian principles of the Grand Priest Liquor, and is full of righteousness and anger.
Within a radius of a hundred miles, evil spirits cannot invade and demons retreat. This is the symbol and most proud treasure of White Horse Academy.
It's just that this Confucian treasure can't dispel the gloom and evil aura in Wang Luo Ri.
In front of Baima Academy, the atmosphere was solemn and silent.
But behind the silence, there is a storm coming and the wind filling the building.
"boom……"
Suddenly, Wang Lueye took a step forward. The earth trembled and rocks exploded. A terrifying golden light erupted from his body, and he punched the plaque on the door.
With one punch, the void shook, and in a flash, the sun fell from the sky.
"Buzz..."
Above the plaque, the four words "White Horse Academy" lit up at the same time. The milky white light burst out and turned into a white horse, rushing towards the sun falling from the sky.
The breath of the white horse is pure and flawless. On top of the white horse, there are ancient books on its back. The ancient books are fluttering, creating ripples. There is wind, rain, and books.
The white horse and camel are reading, and the sound of reading is accompanied by the sound of wind and rain.
Amidst the sound of wind, rain, and reading, the sun drifted, slowly becoming dim like a candle in the wind.
"snort……"
Seeing this, Wang Luoyi took another step forward. The earth trembled, his eyes turned golden, like two suns rising slowly, and the momentum on his body skyrocketed again. The sun, which was originally a stormy day, became bright again. , shining in the world.
The sun breaks through the wind and rain, and the whole world becomes clear.
The white horse transformed into the plaque shattered, and Wang Luo Ri punched the plaque with the words "White Horse Academy" in it.
Amidst the roar, the plaque trembled, wisps of white light escaped, and spiderweb-like lines cracked on the plaque, but it was not broken after all.
But the academy gate below the plaque was not so lucky. Under the violent impact of the fist, it was as brittle as paper and exploded.
However, the power of Wang Luuri's fist did not dissipate and spread straight into the courtyard. The many White Horse Academy disciples gathered in the courtyard felt unbearably hot and their blood boiled.
"Destroy my mountain gate and damage my treasure, Lord Mountain Wang, what do you want to do?" At this moment, an elegant and deep voice suddenly sounded. The voice floated, the spring breeze turned into rain, and the scorching heat in the sky dissipated.
Then, an old man in his sixties, wearing a Confucian robe, with a simple and dignified appearance, and white beard and hair, walked out of the crowd. The old man's broad long sleeves shook randomly, causing ripples. This was originally a subsequent change of Qi hidden in the air. All disappeared silently.
The dean of White Horse Academy is Zhang Lanjiang, a man of great uprightness.
"Isn't it clear to Dean Zhang what I want to do?" Seeing Zhang Lanjiang's appearance, Wang Ruiri was also a little wary, but his tone did not give in at all, and the evil aura on his body became even heavier.
"Hand over the murderer of my son, Cheng Ru? Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"
"Sure enough, I found him after all!"
Zhang Lanjiang sighed in his heart. From the moment Chengru brought Wang Yang's body back to the academy, he knew trouble would come, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly?
"Master Wangshan, this matter is a bit complicated and cannot be explained clearly in a few words. Please come in and discuss it in detail!" Zhang Lanjiang stretched out his hand and said politely.
"There's no need to go into details. I just want to ask, was my son killed by Chengru?" Wang Luuri put his hands behind his back and spoke in a solemn tone.
"Young Master Ling was indeed killed by Cheng Ru by mistake, but things were not what Master Wang Shan thought..." Zhang Lanjiang was rudely interrupted by Wang Yang just in the middle of his words.
"That's enough. Pay back debts, kill people to pay for their lives, and hand them over as Confucians. Otherwise, don't blame me for being violent. When the time comes, the blood will flow into a river and stain the sage's family. It will be bad."
Zhang Lanjiang frowned, and a trace of helplessness flashed across his old face: "Master Wang, everything has cause and effect. Master Wang, can you listen to me?"
"My son is dead!" Wang Luo Ri said coldly.
"Master Wang, Master Ling's matter is indeed the fault of my White Horse Academy, but Master Ling was at fault first. I hope the Master can take the sect's face into consideration and think twice before acting?" Zhang Lanjiang explained patiently.
"My son is dead!" Wang Ruiri repeated.
"Master Wangshan, you and I are the Luoshui Sect, and we should help each other. For the sake of our friendship with the same county, can you not use swords to harm the peace? How about we go inside to discuss it in detail?"
"My son is dead!"
"Master Wangshan, do you have to be so unreasonable and aggressive?"
"My son is dead!"
"you……"
A trace of annoyance flashed in Zhang Lanjiang's eyes, and he swallowed back the words that came to his lips. He had reasoned, used rules, and expressed love, but he was blocked by a simple "My son is dead."
In the final analysis, death is the most important thing, and all kinds of truths and explanations are not worth mentioning or saying in front of a dead person.
Wang Luuri looked at Zhang Lanjiang and said coldly: "Master Zhang, please don't tell me any Confucian principles. I have never read and am a rough person. I can't understand it and I don't want to listen."
"I have only one request today, hand over Chengru. This matter is over. If you don't hand over, the fish will die."
After a moment of silence, Zhang Lanjiang asked: "Is there no room for change in this matter?"
"My son is dead!" Wang Yang's eyes showed a trace of blood red: "I only have one son."
"Chengru, come out, come out!"
"You are still not a man. If you have the guts to kill people, why don't you come out? What's the point of hiding behind others? Are you a girl? Girls are better than you!"
"Haha, I am the vice-president of White Horse Academy and a descendant of a saint. Uh-huh, bullshit. A turtle is more appropriate. Oh no, it's not a turtle. A turtle's grandson is more appropriate."
"Grandson Gui, come out, come out!"
"It's an insult to politeness, it's an insult to politeness!" Chengru walked out of the crowd, his face livid: "Wang Luoru, I'm out, how are you doing?"
"Chengru, you finally came out. I thought you could be a coward for the rest of your life?"
Wang Rui Ri looked at Cheng Ru with a sinister look, like a wild beast that wanted to eat Cheng Ru alive and cut his body into pieces: "You killed my son, what do you think I'm going to do to you?"
With that said, Wang Lueye took a step forward, and a cold and sinister voice came out from between his teeth: "I will cut you into pieces... into pieces... into pieces... blood... debt... blood... to pay!"
"Gulu..."
Chengru felt a chill in his heart and couldn't help but take two steps back. He said with a sharp expression, "It's true that I killed your son, but it was your son who killed my nephew first? Since you said blood debt must be paid with blood, then I killed your son to avenge my nephew. Isn’t it natural and right? What’s wrong with that?”
"No, of course it's wrong!" Wang Lueye's eyes turned red and he said disdainfully: "Who is your nephew? How can an unweaned waste compare to my son? Even ten of your nephews cannot compare to me. One finger."
"You..." Cheng Ru was furious: "Your son is a human being, could it be that my nephew is not a human being?"
Wang Luoru said disdainfully: "It's just a
Trash, my son will kill him. It will be his honor and your honor, so that he will not go out to embarrass your White Horse Academy in the future. "
You're very Confucian, so I have to thank you?
Wang Rui Ri ignored it and continued: "Besides, even if my son made a mistake first, I, as the father, will discipline him. Who do you think you are? You dare to overstep your authority and kill my son?"
Chengru was furious, but couldn't speak for a long time. He could only say angrily: "You...you are arrogant and unreasonable!"
Zhang Lanjiang interrupted and said: "What Master Wang Shan said is wrong. The sage has something to say. There is no right or wrong in benevolence. There is no right or wrong in people. How can human life be distinguished?"
"Everyone can take charge of the uneven roads of heaven, earth, people, and affairs of heaven and earth. How can it be divided between you and me?"
Wang Luoxian glanced at Zhang Lanjiang and said: "I don't understand Confucian principles, and I don't care. I only understand the rules and principles of my world."
"My son killed that good-for-nothing. It was a competition between disciples of the same generation, and it was because he was not good at studying. But Chengru, an old man, relied on his old man to betray his old age, bullied the weak, and killed my son. How should I say this?"
"So, it was Chengru who first broke the rules and principles of the world. If there is a grievance, there will be revenge. If there is a hatred, Chengru must die today!"
"This is a personal grudge between me and Cheng Ru. It has nothing to do with White Horse Academy. It would be best for Academy Master Zhang not to get involved?"
"There is no selfish grudge in sect matters, and there is no right or wrong in matters of life and death."
Zhang Lanjiang shook his head. He originally wanted to reduce the big issue to the small matter, but it turned out to be the opposite.
In this matter, to put it bluntly, both sides are wrong, and both sides are justified. After all, there is no such thing as black or white, right or wrong in human affairs.
If you meet someone who is reasonable, you can still talk to them; if you meet someone who is unreasonable, you can only use your fists to reason.
Jianghu affairs, in the final analysis, can only be seen under the fist. Whoever has a stronger fist will have greater reason.
"Hmph, after all, Dean Zhang doesn't want to cover up the murderer. What's the use of talking about so many high-sounding principles?"
Wang Luori spoke with sarcasm. To be honest, the reason why he was willing to waste his time talking nonsense with Zhang Lanjiang and Chengru here was because he hoped that Zhang Lanjiang would be forced to surrender Chengru under pressure, and he did not want to become an enemy of Zhang Lanjiang.
But just because you don’t want to, doesn’t mean you don’t dare!
His king, Luo Ri, has always had a grudge to seek revenge, and has always had a grudge to retaliate against. His grudges never last overnight, and his forbearance, fear, and planning are non-existent.
"In that case, don't blame me for being rude. The Sunset Mountain disciples obeyed my order and killed Chengru for me. Anyone who dares to stop him will be killed without mercy!"
"Yes!" The Sunset Mountain disciples responded in unison and rushed forward.
"Bold, how can the Holy Land of Confucianism allow you to be so presumptuous?"
Zhang Lanjiang was furious and was about to stop him, but Wang Ruiri took a step forward and stopped him: "Dean Zhang, your opponent is me!"
Zhang Lanjiang shot out one sleeve, and the wind and clouds gathered together, like a river, intending to force Wang Sunset back and rushed to the aid of the disciples of the academy. Although the disciples of their White Horse Academy were not bad, they had less experience in the world, and the disciples of Sunset Mountain who came this time , all the elites in the sect, including many elders and deacons, so after one encounter, many disciples of White Horse Academy were injured or seriously injured.
However, Wang Rui Ri refused to give in even a step, and pressed down with his palm. The void rotated and collapsed, forming a black hole, which wiped out Zhang Lanjiang's energy and blocked him in front of Zhang Lanjiang.
"Wang Luoru, do you really want to fight me and White Horse Academy to lose both sides and fight to the death?" Zhang Lanjiang's originally gentle voice suddenly turned cold.
Wang Luo Ri stood with his hands behind his back, the sun's rays burning on his body, burning hot:
"I don't want to either, you forced me."
