now.
At the foot of the east wall of Yingtian City, no less than a thousand young and passionate readers have gathered in front of the book and newspaper office.
There were a lot of voices denounced for walking in the Wenhua Palace and Xie Jin, a Hanlin bachelor. The denunciation of the book and newspaper bureau had just been established and the first issue of newspapers and newspapers had just been issued.
Jie Jin, who was standing behind the officers and soldiers of the Fujun Guards, had his hands hanging down hidden in his sleeves, silently clenched into fists.
Several people summoned from the Hanlin Academy and the Imperial College stood side by side behind Xie Jin.
Tang Keke, a student of the Imperial College, silently glanced at the grand scene in front of him, and quietly walked behind Xie Jin.
"Scholar Xie, do you want to have a fight with them?"
Xie Jin smiled slightly and looked back at Tang Keke, who had been secretly designated by him as the future head of the Books and Newspaper Bureau.
The first time he met Tang Keke, Xie Jin was very impressed.
He couldn't imagine what kind of parents would give his son such a name, and he couldn't imagine that under such an innocent name, he would be a man with a body that was even burlier than the young assassins in the Fifth Army Governor's Mansion. .
Seeing Tang Keke's eagerness to try, Xie Jin shook his head: "Arguing cannot solve today's problems."
Tang Keke lowered his head and smiled, clasping his hands together and turning his wrists silently: "The students didn't say they wanted to argue with them about psychology."
Gao Yangzhi, who was also from the Imperial College, pulled Tang Keke from behind, raised his head and squinted at the Neo-Confucian disciples who were stopped by the imperial guards.
Gao Yangzhi whispered: "You can't defeat them alone. If you call the Jin Yiwei over and charge them with gathering a crowd to cause trouble and disrupt the imperial city, these people can be imprisoned in Zhao Prison."
Tang Keke quickly moved away Gao Yangzhi's hand and carefully stayed away from this person.
So heartbroken!
The young people were whispering and discussing countermeasures, while Xie Jin was silently observing the situation in front of him.
I saw a few young leaders in front of these thousands of scholars.
One of them raised his hands and slowly lowered them.
It seemed that this person's identity and status among this group of scholars was not low, and the crowd gradually became quiet as he took action.
Liu Jingxing walked into the field, turned around and faced the many scholars of science: "Everyone! Everyone! Be patient!"
Liu Jingxing shouted a few times, then waved his robes, held his head high, and looked like a scholarly rookie.
"I am Liu Jingxing from Huguang. It is a great honor for Jingxing to be able to gather here with all my friends and colleagues today to fight against the evil thief."
"Fuck his mother Xipi!" Tang Keke, who was standing behind Jie Jin, had already squeezed his hands so hard that he cursed secretly while licking his lips.
Gao Yangzhi also said in a low voice with disdain: "It is indeed Liu Jingxing's style. Just like his elders who were imprisoned on the Lion Rock, they always like to speak in a high profile, without concealing anything, pretending to be mysterious."
Xie Jin smiled silently and commented: "If this were not the case, how could we have the ambition to realize the truth of the unity of knowledge and action?"
Tang Keke and Gao Yangzhi immediately bowed and clasped their fists, saying great kindness.
At the front, Liu Jingxing, who was born in a well-known Neo-Confucian family in Huguang, continued: "Today, we are not concerned with government affairs or state affairs, but only for the continued survival of the world's scholars like us."
It seems, should, maybe.
It was Liu Jingxing's words that were so contagious.
The scene immediately echoed in unison.
"Survival for eternity!"
"Survival for eternity!"
"Survival for eternity!"
Liu Jingxing continued to shout: "People here spread heresies, confuse the people, intend to overthrow the foundation of our Confucianism, and do many unjust things. We are all disciples of saints and children of Confucianism. We should safeguard the words of sages and Confucianism for future generations to study." Seed, here you have the ambition to argue with thieves and even sacrifice yourself!"
With the support of Liu Jingxing, he could see and listen in all directions. After Liu Jingxing finished speaking, several people immediately stood up and walked to Liu Jingxing's side, facing the many students and raising their arms high.
Raise your arms and shout: "The words of the sages will remain true until death!"
"Words from sages!"
"Until death do us part!"
At the scene, the entire crowd was on fire.
These young people's blood is faster and hotter than the fire oil in the frontier.
The Fujun guard standing in front of Xie Jin was a lieutenant colonel wearing fine scale armor and the leader of this group of soldiers.
Zhang Xinfa, the captain of the Fujun Guard, who was holding the Yanling Sword in his hand, pulled one of his subordinates to support his position, and turned around to face Xie Jin.
Zhang Xinfa cupped his hands and said: "Xie Xie, they must start attacking the book and newspaper bureau now. General Xie thinks that Xie Xie should take his people and leave quickly."
Zhang Xinfa just finished speaking.
Hu Tianhaidi's big movement could already be heard behind him.
Liu Jingxing, who was originally standing in front of the crowd, was overwhelmed by the crowd of scholars coming up behind him.
All the young scholars rushed to the front of the army guards' array like crazy.
"Excuse me, Mr. Jie!"
"Shut down the bookstore!"
"Crooked theories must not exist in the Ming Dynasty! In the world!"
"Shut down the bookstore!"
"Shut down!"
"Shut down!"
Zhang Xinfa's face suddenly turned livid, and he turned around with a gloomy gaze to look at the soldiers who had collided with the imperial guards in front of him.
Without any scruples, he directly pulled out the Yan Ling Saber from his waist and pulled away the subordinates who were blocking him. He grasped the handle of the knife tightly with both hands, raised it upright behind his back, and slammed his body sideways into the wall of people in front of him.
These young scholars are no match for veterans like Zhang Xinfa in the army.
Just a shoulder collision.
Suddenly, the wall of people in front of Zhang Xinfa collapsed. For a moment, everyone fell to the ground with their arms stretched out, pressing on the legs of their companions behind them.
Zhang Xinfa shook his arm and vibrated the Yanling knife. The blade stood upright in the air and reflected dazzling light. Wherever the cold light went, everyone lowered their heads in fear.
Zhang Xinfa, on the other hand, looked back at Jie Jin and others who were still unwilling to leave, and had no choice but to grit his teeth and look at the young scholars in front of him with a sullen look who had begun to do crazy things and dared to attack the Ming Dynasty officers and soldiers.
"You have gathered here, not thinking about studying, not thinking about ethics, rushing into the government offices, knowing the law and breaking the law. If you don't leave, rushing into the army, the law will serve you!"
The crime that Zhang Xinfa was convicted of was very serious, but in the end he did not dare to say that he would be killed without mercy.
Glancing at the tidal wave of people in front of him, he looked to both sides and signaled to the officers and soldiers under his command not to act rashly and to just resist the young scholars who had begun to become restless.
It seemed that Zhang Xinfa's threat had worked, or it might have been that the bright and sharp Yanling knife in his hand had played its intended role.
The soldiers in the front row visibly hesitated.
However, behind the officers and soldiers.
Tang Keke curled his lips disdainfully and snorted: "If these people were really afraid of the officers and soldiers, they wouldn't be here before. Why suppress them if they have knives in their hands and don't use them!"
Gao Yangzhi walked up to Xie Jin and whispered: "Scholar Xie, the student has already sent someone to the Jinyiwei Yamen to summon someone."
Tang Keke immediately turned to look at Gao Yangzhi who was bowing his head, raised his eyebrows slightly, closed his mouth and stood aside with his hands folded.
Jie Jin shook his head: "Tai Sun said that these are just the first objections we have encountered, and there will be more and more in the future. Can we suppress thousands of scholars in the world?"
As he spoke, Xie Jin shook his robe with both hands and put his hands behind his back.
Under the shocked looks of Tang Keke and Gao Yangzhi, Xie Jin walked over the officers and soldiers in front of him and walked to Zhang Xinfa's side.
Then, under Zhang Xinfa's hesitant gaze, Xie Jin continued to walk to the front of the crowd.
Xie Jin always kept a smile on his face and his posture was calm.
However, everyone couldn't help but avoid their eyes after seeing today's main character appear.
Jie Jin looked around at the young man who was knocked to the ground by Zhang Xinfa, and smiled silently: "Where is the manner of a scholar? It's better to get up quickly, so as not to be stained with dust."
The young men who were lying down and whose feet were closest to Jie Jin couldn't help but trembled. They quickly retracted their feet and stood up with the help of their companions behind them.
The crowd began to push back.
Things are so abnormal.
Xie Jin's reaction was too abnormal.
He was so calm.
Even, he is confident!
Tang Keke looked deeply at Xie Jin's back, with admiration in his eyes, and couldn't help but think: "Scholar Jie is really awesome! Even if he curses someone, he is so hard to talk back to."
Gao Yangzhi turned his head left and right, picked up a brick from the corner and put it into Tang Keke's hand.
In Tang Keke's puzzled eyes.
Gao Yangzhi said softly: "Learn a little bit. Bachelor Jie is someone who has been with Taisun for a long time. If you can't learn, if something happens to the Bachelor later, you should use bricks to save people."
When Xie Jin was determined to become the Ming Dynasty's spiritual saint, he had already imagined the ups and downs and hardships of Nowhere in his mind.
Today's scene, with the city full of Neo-Confucian students coming to his door, was also within his original vision.
He could understand the mentality and thoughts of these people. After all, the education and ideas they received since childhood were the Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism that was finally established in the former Song Dynasty.
The philosophy of mind that unites knowledge and action is a subversive new argument.
And literati are the most sincere and the most unconditional group to protect their own knowledge.
These Neo-Confucian students in front of him surrounded the book and newspaper office today, and Xie Jin even felt that they had some backbone.
However.
What made him disdainful was the words and deeds of Liu Jingxing, who was originally from Huguang and whose words constantly provoked students of field theory.
He had looked around several times, but could not find any trace of Liu Jingxing.
Snake and rat ends.
This is the kind of person he is talking about.
He does not have the passion that young people should have, nor does he have the perseverance of old Confucians.
Young people will fight because of their different ideals, and old Confucians will die happily for their lifelong beliefs.
And people like Liu Jingxing.
This reminded Xie Jin of the time when the Ming Dynasty had not yet been established more than 20 years ago.
When the situation was most difficult, as a son of the Han family, he made suggestions for the Yuan people who were already seriously ill, intending to suppress those people in the world.
Just as abominable.
So, Xie Jin spoke softly: "Why are you here today?"
He actually asked this question knowingly.
The Neo-Confucian students in front of Xie Jin were once again surprised.
Some people were scratching their heads, probably because they couldn't stand the fact that Jie Jin could still be so righteous when there were thousands of aggressive Neo-Confucian disciples in front of him.
At that moment, he said angrily: "Jie Jin! You are a Confucian traitor! You are ambitious and promote crooked theories! We are waiting today for the survival of Confucianism forever! As long as you apologize in public today, close the book and newspaper office, and burn all newspapers and magazines, we will wait for you Let’s forget about it!”
"right!"
"Jie Jin, you must apologize in public today!"
“The book and newspaper offices must be closed down!”
"All newspapers and newspapers that publish heresy must be burned!"
With the leader in place, the Neo-Confucian disciples, who had been suppressed by the calm Xie Jin, once again surged in numbers.
Jie Jin snorted coldly, raised an arm, shook his robe, and looked blankly at the few Neo-Confucian disciples in front of him who had clenched their fists: "Why? Why is Jie a thief if he has never criticized Confucianism?" The articles published by the newspaper bureau have not violated national laws, so why should they be shut down? The newspapers and newspapers have never made any arrogant remarks, so why should they be burned?"
Three questions were asked in succession, each of which was a direct response to the persecution of the Neo-Confucian disciples here.
However, these people did not wait to speak.
Xie Jin's face condensed: "With all these things going on, do you want to be united and oppose dissidents, or do you want to ignore the facts?"
There is no law prohibiting people from speaking in the Ming Dynasty. Of course, you cannot talk nonsense about the emperor and the government.
The Ming Dynasty recently required the imperial censors and officials to seek evidence before initiating impeachment.
Xie Jin's question made the Neo-Confucian disciples present speechless once again.
They are here just because they have different beliefs.
Their knowledge is not enough to support their philosophy of integrating human nature, knowledge and action, and the deep opposition between the Neo-Confucianism they pursue today.
then.
Peng.
An egg hit Xie Jin on the forehead accurately.
Broken eggshells fell all over Jie Jin's head and flew to Zhang Xinfa who was standing behind Jie Jin.
And that egg liquid with an extremely fishy smell was all over Human Jiejin's cheeks.
"Be bold!"
"presumptuous!"
Almost at the same time, Zhang Xinfa holding the Yanling knife and Tang Keke holding the brick rushed to Xie Jin and blocked him behind him.
Suddenly there was a burst of shouting from the crowd.
"Jie Jin deserves death!"
"Xie Jin is digging up the foundation of my Confucianism!"
"Jie Jinwan has no choice but to die!"
"..."
However, in the meantime, the contradiction has intensified to the point where Xie Jin has to die to apologize.
The crowd surged again.
The Neo-Confucian students at the front were still a little hesitant, but a huge force came from behind them.
Zhang Xinfa and Tang Keke felt that their bodies were hit by a mountain-like force.
In front of the entire newspaper bureau, the defense line of the government guards finally became loose.
Tang Keke waved the brick and hit it hard on an unknown person's head in front of him without hesitation.
"ah!"
With an exclamation, Tang Keke's eyes suddenly brightened up, and then became densely occupied by more people.
Tang Keke turned around and glared at Xie Jin: "Scholar Xie, leave quickly!"
Zhang Xinfa also held up the Yan Fei Dao in his hand: "If you don't retreat, you will be punished with death!"
Jie Jin's whole body was trembling. He stretched out his hand to wipe the egg liquid from his face and glared at the crowd in front of him.
He shouted loudly: "If you don't retreat, you will violate the laws of the Ming Dynasty and your future will be lost. If you study hard for decades in a humble window, it will all be in vain!"
However, once the crowd surges at this time, there is no way for individuals to escape from it.
Everyone was trapped.
Things have reached a critical moment.
Suddenly.
Outside the field, there was a sound of footsteps.
I saw two scholars with their green shirts tucked under their belts leading nearly a hundred people rushing over from the direction of Chongli Street.
Gao Yangzhi, who was hiding behind, took a look and immediately shouted: "It's Sun Qingshu and Hu Wenhai who are bringing people over!"
Tang Keke, whose robe had been torn and torn, roared violently, knocked over the people in front of him with both hands, and then stood up on tiptoes and looked in the direction of Chongli Street.
"Sun Qingshu, Hu Wenhai, hurry up and get rid of these people!"
After finishing speaking, Tang Keke got a deerskin boot from nowhere. Holding the boot in his hand, he slapped the face of the person in front of him hard.
On Chongli Street, Sun Qingshu and Hu Wenhai, who had been sent out by Tang Keke early in the morning, only glanced at the chaotic scene in front of the book and newspaper office.
Sun Qingshu immediately took out the fire stick stuck on his lower back, raised it high, and raised his arms: "Brothers, this bunch of neo-Confucian wastes actually started to attack, we can't keep them here today!"
Hu Wenhai even tore off a corner of his robe and roared: "Kill!"
Then, he stuffed the robe into his mouth.
In an instant, the hundreds of Xinxiang Xinxue students, who were suspected to have been suppressed by Neo-Confucianism disciples in the past, rushed madly behind the Neo-Confucianism disciples in front of the book and newspaper bureau.
Jie Jin, who was originally planning to find Liu Jingxing and send the evil leader to Zhao Prison, just glanced at Sun Qingshu and Hu Wenhai, who had already rushed into the rear of the Neo-Confucian disciples with their men, and almost immediately To faint.
He bit his tongue hard and shouted in panic: "Don't do it! Don't hit anyone! Go and call the Fujun Guards!"
But before he could finish speaking, Tang Keke, who had been standing in front of him, suddenly roared angrily.
When Xie Jin looked over, he saw that all the clothes on Tang Keke's left arm were gone, and a huge gash stretched from his shoulder to his wrist.
Tang Keke was in pain and glared at the damn bastard who showed a dagger in front of him.
Tang Keke held onto the opponent's knife-holding hand with his left hand, regardless of the bleeding. He gritted his teeth, raised his foot and kicked the opponent's stomach hard.
Then he saw the opponent's lower body leaping backwards, and because his hand was tightly held by Tang Keke, he could only hit the ground heavily on all sides.
However, Tang Keke wasn't done yet. He turned around and roared at Gao Yangzhi: "Gao Yangzhi, I've caught this bastard!"
After yelling, he didn't know where Tang Keke got the strength from, but he threw the man behind him in front of Gao Yangzhi with one hand.
Gao Yangzhi, who always pursued strategy as his highest pursuit, glared at Tang Keke who had turned around and continued to beat the Neo-Confucian student in front of him. He looked down angrily at the man lying in front of him, trying to get up.
Gritting his teeth, Gao Yangzhi waved his hand and slashed at the back of the opponent's neck.
Zhang Xinfa, the captain of the Imperial Guard, was completely upset at this time.
He had already put away the Yanling Sword, and could only use the scabbard to keep resisting the crowd in front of him.
Forgetting his surroundings, Zhang Xinfa shouted loudly: "Don't use knives! Don't use knives!"
Things are going big!
Zhang Xinfa sighed silently in his heart.
There has been bloodshed in the newspaper office today, and I am afraid it will be difficult for the court to just sit back and watch this happen.
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