Chapter 227: Being clever turns out to be a mistake!

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In the military camp.

Fireworks go up.

After Da Jun got up to wash up and have breakfast.

Thousands of cavalry and galloping war horses.

Galloping in the wild lands outside the city.

The earth-shaking roar resounded between heaven and earth and reached the city of Qufu.

"what happened?!"

On the city wall, the disciples of the Kong family serving as sentries couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.

Looking around, I saw smoke and dust billowing, people looking up and horses neighing.

Thousands of cavalry galloped across the land outside the city, which was majestic and shocking.

A fierce warrior and an iron horse, capable of swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger!

"The Eighth Young Master is planning to attack the city, but something is wrong. Why is there no action?"

Kong Chengfeng was extremely confused.

Those cavalrymen just galloped in circles outside the city but did not launch an attack.

Confused in his heart, Kong Chengfeng hurried back to the Kong family to report to the family head.

When Kong Luochen learned about this, he also frowned with confusion on his face.

"Keep a close eye on it and ignore it."

Kong Luochen was puzzled and could only arrange it this way.

And at the same time.

Confucianism also took action.

The land of Qilu.

Confucian scholars went in and out of the streets and alleys, visited wealthy gentry families, and shouted loudly: "The Eighth Young Master has slandered the Confucian family for colluding with South Vietnam and intends to kill the Confucian family. Now his troops have arrived in Qufu!"

"This matter is a major national event. Confucius is a sage and the Confucius family are descendants of sages. How could they collude with South Vietnam?!"

"So, this matter is purely a rumor!"

"The real situation is that Kong Wei, the elder of the Confucius family, has a personal grudge against the Eighth Young Master. The Kong family has agreed to kill all members of Kong Wei's lineage to make amends with the Eighth Young Master, but the Eighth Young Master is still aggressive."

As soon as this statement came out, the country gentlemen were shocked.

The land of Qilu is the stronghold of Confucianism and the hometown of Confucius and Mencius, so it has natural advantages.

Most of the landlords, gentlemen and gentlemen in the countryside are Confucian at heart.

After hearing this, the people started talking about it one after another.

Confucianism and Confucianism are a big topic, enough to attract people's attention, not to mention the addition of the Eighth Young Master.

"The Kong family is already willing to apologize, why does the Eighth Young Master still threaten the Kong family?!"

"This move is too cruel!"

"The Kong family is the sage Confucius, descendants of the Yasheng bloodline, absolutely indestructible!"

All the rural gentlemen and gentlemen waved flags and cheers for the Kong family and expressed support.

The people are excited, and the people of Li are also shouting fiercely to preserve the blood of the sages.

Even the people in Qufu City came to the top of the city one after another and shouted to the army outside the city.

"Please also ask the Eighth Young Master to withdraw the troops!"

"Justice for the Kong family!"

"How can the Eighth Young Master be so violent?!"

Confucian disciples took the lead and shouted loudly.

The country gentlemen and gentlemen all responded to the call.

Suddenly, the crowd was excited.

But Ying Ziye didn't care.

However, he discovered that most of the people who seemed to be cheering for the Kong family were actually reluctant.

Only the country gentlemen were impassioned.

For several days.

The army did not stop for a day, constantly galloping in formation outside the city, roaring loudly.

Provide cover for Hou Qing, Master Xiaomeng and others.

On the city wall, the children of the Kong family never understood but gradually got used to it.

at the same time.

Confucianism was used to build momentum and guide public opinion.

The gentlemen and gentlemen of the folk township have been constantly petitioning the local government these days to support and plead for the Kong family.

On the city wall of Qufu, rural gentlemen and common people kept shouting.

Gentlemen from urban and rural areas from nearby major counties and counties even began to come to Qufu and ran to the military camp to cry and plead for the Kong family.

When Prince Fusu saw this scene, he felt for the first time the powerful appeal of Confucianism among the rural gentlemen in Qilu.

"Eighth brother, the Kong family plans to cancel the formation."

When Prince Fusu received the news from the Kong family, he immediately came to the Chinese army commander's tent and informed Ying Ziye.

"Come with me to accept the Kong family's apology. This matter should be over."

"Look at the country gentlemen outside the military camp. Those common people are begging for mercy for the Kong family."

"If we delay it any longer, I'm afraid the people will get excited and attack the army!"

Ying Ziye raised his head and glanced at Young Master Fusu, saying meaningfully, "I'm afraid this matter has something to do with eldest brother."

Young Master Fusu's expression changed, and he said stiffly: "Why did the eighth brother say this?"

"Ah!"

Ying Ziye chuckled lightly and did not answer. He stood up and said coldly: "Brother, let's go."

Young Master Fusu looked at him deeply, said nothing, and immediately took the lead to lead the way.

Ying Ziye followed Jianjiu alone.

The formation at the city gate slightly opened a hole, letting everyone in.

the Kongs!

in the hall.

A group of disciples of the Confucius family stood in attendance.

Ying Ziye and his son helped Su Gao sit on the throne.

Jianjiu, Chun Yuyue and Zhang Liang were guarding behind.

"Why don't you see the head of the Kong family and the elders?"

After about a cup of tea, Kong Luochen, Kong Zeming, Kong Yizhen and others were still nowhere to be seen.

Young Master Fusu couldn't help but asked doubtfully.

There was a faint smile on Ying Ziye's lips, but he sensed something was wrong.

"Master Fusu, Master Eight!"

A melodious voice came from outside the door.

Kong Luochen stepped in with Kong Zeming, Kong Yizhen and others, and bowed his hands.

"Your Highnesses have been kept waiting for a long time."

Young Master Fusu smiled gently and said, "Master Kong is so polite."

"Now that everyone is together, the Kong family should first apologize to the eighth brother and admit his mistake."

"I guarantee that my eighth brother will never make things difficult for the Kong family again in the future."

The words fell.

Young Master Fusu looked at the Kong family expectantly.

However, Kong Luochen's expression suddenly turned cold, and his whole body's aura suddenly surged.

Kong Yizhen and other elders from the Kong family rushed towards where he and Ying Ziye were.

Kong Luochen shouted in a cold voice: "Disciples of the Kong family, follow me today to attack the Eighth Young Master and capture Young Master Fusu!"

All the elders of the Confucius family also shouted orders.

The sword-cutting technique!

Kong Luochen, Kong Yizhen and other elders of the Kong family performed the sword-slaying technique to form a sword formation.

The momentum was majestic, far more powerful than the sword formation displayed by Kong Wei.

At the same time, the mysterious man in black also appeared with a South Vietnamese killer.

kill!

The mysterious man in black and a group of South Vietnamese killers attacked Ying Ziye and Jian Jiu.

Kong Zeming also moved and stood up with his sword drawn.

He is not suitable for integrating into the sword formation and cannot exert his maximum power.

With the long knife in hand, Kong Zeming rushed towards the young master Fusu.

The cold light shone, startling Young Master Fusu to feel uneasy.

"Young Master Fusu, don't be afraid. The Kong family will not harm Young Master Fusu."

Kong Zeming's face was solemn, and his words were calm and without a trace of emotion.

"Brother, is this the Kong family's sincere apology?"

Ying Ziye asked with a cold face.

Young Master Fusu looked at this scene and his expression changed drastically when he heard Ying Ziye's question.

He didn't expect that it would be like this, making him look like a human being inside and out.

Not only did the Kong family temporarily rebel, they even wanted to kill Ying Ziye and capture himself alive.

"Kong family, I treat you well, why do you do such a heinous act?!"

Young Master Fusu asked coldly, but no one answered him.

bass!

A huge sword light rose into the sky.

The entire Kong family hall was shattered in an instant, wood chips were flying, the beams were broken and collapsed, and they were weighed down heavily.

Kong Luochen guided the sword formation to kill fiercely.

A group of Confucian elders raised their swords to the sky.

The devil is one foot taller, and the god is one foot taller!

Boom!

Thunder rolls from the sky.

Seeing this scene, Ying Ziye stood proudly, not moving a step.

Endless sword energy soared from his body and soared into the sky.

In an instant, the heaven and earth changed again, and huge swords guarded the sides, lifting them up.

In the sky, black and white colors eroded the void, turning the space around Ying Ziye into a black and white world.

The power of Yin and Yang continues to emerge from the surrounding heaven and earth!

Tai Chi Sword Intent is polarizing!

The energy of yin and yang emerged from the void and turned into chaos.

A huge shield was formed, blocking the four people including Ying Ziye, Young Master Fusu and others.

With his profound knowledge, he could still barely block the attack of the sword formation of the Heaven-Destroying Sword Drawing Technique.

The power of yin and yang circulates, and the menacing and huge sword light is continuously absorbed by the chaos shield.

His body cannot be touched at all.

Even all the Confucian people and the South Vietnamese killers felt a sense of discomfort.

There seemed to be some force eroding their flesh and blood.

Zhang Liang frowned slightly, took out a scroll of jade slips and unfolded it.

Waves of qi, blood and true energy boiled and were poured into the jade slips.

The power of connecting the heaven and the earth formed a divine shield on his side, protecting the young master Fusu and Chun Yuyue, as well as Ying Ziye and Jian Jiu.

On the Shenhua shield, there are hieroglyphics inscribed one after another, shining with spiritual light.

In the dark, the truth of heaven and earth is revealed.

Formation - Shield of Word Spirit!

"Head of the Kong family, what you did is too irrational."

Zhang Liang sighed leisurely, looking extremely embarrassed.

He didn't expect that the Kong family would actually do this.

"Ah!"

Kong Luochen sneered and angrily said, "The Eighth Young Master wants my Kong family to give up its hundreds of years of foundation. Do we have to endure it in vain?!"

"Mr. Zifang, I advise you not to resist too much. As a Confucian, the Kong family will not harm you or Mr. Fusu."

However, neither Zhang Liang nor Master Fusu believed what Kong Luochen said.

"You shouldn't go back on your promise. It's okay if you refuse explicitly at that time!"

Zhang Liang's face showed anger, even though he was a humble gentleman, he was also angry.

The other party has already deceived them once, how could they be fooled a second time? !

There is no point in talking too much. Prince Fusu, Zhang Liang, and Chunyu Yue are not trying to persuade him, but are just resisting Kong Zeming's attack.

One after another, the sword light slashed domineeringly, but Zhang Liang used the jade slips to turn the spirit formation into an easy block.

Zhang Liang waved his hand to create a wave of awe-inspiring righteousness, which blended into the jade slip.

I saw a huge murderous character manifested, turned into the power of the spirit of speech, formed a red and fierce light, and rushed towards Kong Zeming.

Incomparably powerful and fierce!

Kong Zeming couldn't avoid it, so he had no choice but to slash with his sword.