The next day, He An went to the private school with Fan Dazhi and Miao Feifei as before.
The shepherd's purse in the fenced yard has grown tall, and the lettuce stretches out its lush green leaves, stretching lazily like a woman who wakes up in the morning and puts on her makeup late in the evening.
The vines of bitter melon climbed up the south window, and the two bright yellow flower buds were still in bud, like bells hanging under the window. In the morning light, the sound of students reading is floating in the wind...
Today's class was originally taught by Old Master, but due to a headache attack in the morning, he took sick leave, and Fang Yizhi taught on his behalf. As usual, he taught "Xiaoya Beishan".
Just as Fang Yizhi said, "On the shore of the Tutu, could it be the king's ministers?" Three people suddenly walked in outside the door. The leader was wearing a black rimmed hat, with sharp eyes under the brim, a beard on the sideburns under his chin, and a sword slung across his body, giving him a fierce look.
Two people followed him, one of them wore soap boots and had a strong look on his face, with a shiny iron chain and an iron ruler on his waist. The other man also wore the same black curtain hat with a pheasant feather stuck on the edge of the hat, and was holding a water and fire stick.
The leader looked around at the schoolchildren with wide eyes, then pointed with his index finger, and shouted: "You...you...and you, come out!" What he pointed at was exactly He An, Fan Dazhi and Miao Feifei.
Other students saw these three men being so aggressive and dressed for business. Some were so frightened that they accidentally knocked over their pens and inkstones and stained their academic clothes. Some people exclaimed in low voices, while others had pale faces. Most of them did not dare to say anything but lowered their heads quietly, and had the courage to secretly look at the three people whose names were called.
Amidst the noise in the school, He An was about to stand up when he saw Fang Yizhi waving his hands to him to signal him to sit down. Then he pressed his hands down and made a quiet gesture, and there was silence for an instant.
Fang Yizhi said to the leader unhurriedly: "The three of them... are all my students. What can I do..." He stretched out his hand towards the door and made a "please" gesture. , after saying that, he walked out the door minding his own business.
The first person is Zhang Bailing, the county's top arrester. Yesterday, a murder occurred in the county. The deceased was Tan Song, one of the four famous arresters in Kyoto. The county magistrate was shocked. Although the case was simple, it involved Gyeonggi and Liumen and he did not dare to take it lightly. After some investigation, someone was sent to interview the witness He An and others.
The head catcher Zhang Bailing was ordered to lead his men to find someone, but he was stopped by the teacher in front of him. He looks like he is only in his twenties, looks gentle and gentle, and behaves like a frail scholar. He couldn't help but feel angry and funny secretly. He waved his hand and led two of his men to the door.
I saw the frail scholar-like teacher with his hands behind his back, standing calmly in the morning breeze, and said lightly: "The matter has nothing to do with them!"
This sentence means nothing to Zhang Bailing. It is like saying that the weather is very good today and you have not eaten. It is pale and boring. The top catchers in the yamen focus on efficiency when handling cases, not the rhetoric of scholars.
Zhang Bailing endured his temper, walked up to the scholar, suppressed the anger rising in his heart, and said with a livid face: "We are also acting under orders. We are just taking them back to the Yamen for questioning. We will not embarrass them. It is convenient for you to teach Mr. Xi." .”
The scholar shook his head and said: "The three of them are all my students... besides...".
These bullshit again, Zhang Bailing couldn't bear it any longer, grabbed the scholar's chest with his big hands, and shouted angrily: "We are on an errand in the Yamen, and the life case is of great concern. It has been delayed for a long time, can you bear it?"
After Zhang Bailing finished speaking, he pushed hard to push this pedantic and annoying guy aside. The scholar remained motionless, with a smile on his face like a warm spring breeze, and asked Zhang Bailing in a gentle tone: "Why did you interrupt me?"
Zhang Bailing felt as if his hand was being pushed against an iron plate, and the huge force of the shock made his arm bones ache. A bad premonition rose in my heart.
But in front of two subordinates, he gritted his teeth and shouted in a low voice: "Get out of the way!" After saying that, he grabbed the scholar's chest and immediately raised his hand. He could fire two stone bows, and he used all his strength to lift them.
The scholar's body remained motionless, as if there were roots under his feet. There was just an inaudible creaking sound on the front of the clothes, which was the breaking sound of the warp and weft threads of the cloth being intertwined under the force, and the scholar frowned slightly.
The two government servants beside Zhang Bailing could no longer restrain themselves. Seeing the stalemate between the boss and the nerd, and the rotten scholar blocking the door without giving in, they finally couldn't help but take action.
One pulled out an iron ruler from his waist and hit the scholar's shoulder unceremoniously, while the other picked up a water and fire stick with both hands and hit the scholar's legs.
As subordinate officials in the yamen, with many years of practical knowledge, sometimes this simple and crude method is more concise and effective for them to deal with the scoundrels and scoundrels in the market. What's more, the other party is a scholar. As the saying goes: "When a scholar meets a soldier, it's hard to reason!" Of course, it's even more unreasonable to reason with the scholar in front of you.
The iron ruler hit the scholar's shoulder hard, the water and fire stick whizzed, and hit the crook of his leg hard. As long as one is hit, no matter how stubborn the madman is, he will kneel down and beg for mercy. Once the method of testing the truth becomes a law, it will most likely be tried and tested.
The scholar remained motionless, but his eyes lit up, as bright as morning stars. Suddenly, his robe swayed from bottom to top, as if the wind was flowing rapidly under the robe.
There seems to be invisible things in the air condensing, gathering, and rippling, as gentle as spring breeze, as diffuse as water waves, colorless, invisible and pervasive.
In the fence, the green and plump leaves of lettuce are close together and spread out again.
The vines of the bitter gourd in the south window twitched like a snake, and the two bright yellow flower buds squirmed, contracted and swelled, slowly spreading out at a speed visible to the naked eye, and blooming quietly.
The iron ruler seemed to be smashed into a pile of cotton without making a sound.
The water fire stick was like a wasp flying around to collect honey, and it hit the partition of the south window recklessly.
However, the iron ruler bent instantly, and the mouth of the government servant holding the ruler burst open, dripping with blood.
The water and fire stick was broken into two pieces, and the arm of the government official holding the stick was dislocated.
Zhang Bailing and the other three were immediately stunned.
A practitioner?
The frail scholar in front of him turned out to be a legendary practitioner, and he seemed to be very powerful.
The scholar sighed softly and said lightly, "Why bother? Sometimes force cannot solve problems."
Zhang Bailing let go of the scholar like a snake, and suddenly thought about the private school teaching roster that he had read in a hurry last night when he was checking the household registration, occupation, place of residence and other related files of the witness He An and others... Suddenly, he felt that his throat was a little dry, a little... He said in disbelief: "Sir... is from Luoyang Zhixingyuan... Fang... Fang..."
"Fang Yizhi," the scholar said.
"No wonder! Sir is so great, Zhixingyuan really deserves its reputation!" Zhang Bailing complimented with a bitter face.
When a strong person meets someone stronger than him, he usually shows weakness. There are two purposes for showing weakness: one is to win the favor of the other person, and only in this way can you protect yourself. The other is to protect yourself, and then wait for an opportunity to counterattack and attack the opponent in a stronger way.
But Zhang Bailing knew that no matter what, he could not be stronger than the person opposite him, not to mention that behind him was Zhixingyuan, whom the Chinese people looked up to.
"I'm just an ordinary teacher, I'm so honored!" Fang Yizhi responded humbly.
"Sir, you must also know about the case that happened yesterday. What do you think, sir?" Zhang Bailing also became very humble and asked humbly.
"I was just about to say something, but you interrupted me!" Fang Yizhi said seriously.
Zhang Bailing was in awe, clasped his fists and said, "I would like to hear the details!"
Fang Yizhi paced in place, pondering for a long time, then took out a palm from his long sleeve, with his thumb and index finger forming a circle, and the other three fingers raised high.
Zhang Bailing thought he had something shocking to say, and hurriedly bent over to listen.
Fang Yizhi said slowly: "The three of them... are all my students."
Zhang Bailing wanted to curse: "Damn it, I know it even if you don't tell me!"
Fang Yizhi then added: "Besides... I went to the scene after I heard about it. The deceased was killed with a knife and had nothing to do with my three students."
Zhang Bailing perked up after hearing the first half of the sentence. There was new progress in the case, and there was an additional witness. When I heard the second part of the sentence, I couldn't help but cursed in my heart: "What fucking nonsense, even a pig knows that it has nothing to do with your student. I don't know if this person is eager to protect his disciples or is stupid. Let's call him stupid." I have also developed extraordinary skills. Could it be that I am stupid because of studying?"
He suppressed the displeasure in his heart and still said respectfully: "Sir, what you said makes sense, please continue!"
Fang Yizhi continued: "The deceased is Tan Song, the patrolman of the Six Gates of Kyoto. He has been a long-famous master of returning to the void realm. With his skill, he can kill him in an instant and escape calmly. Only Only people above the Hedao realm can do it! My three students... don't have this ability!"
"Uh-", Zhang Jiuling breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. The nerd finally got to the point.
"So... this case has nothing to do with my three students!" Fang Yizhi said loudly and decisively.
"Here he comes again!" Zhang Jiuling felt the veins in his temples throbbing and he had a headache.
"Besides..." Fang Yizhi raised his voice.
At this moment, Zhang Jiuling thought it was all his fault that he didn't read the almanac when he went out today. Otherwise, how could he have met such a strange person, who was so bookish and could not even make people breathless when he spoke.
The government servant holding an iron ruler next to him suddenly asked in confusion while stroking his bloody palm: "What is the peak of Hedao realm?"
"There are talented warriors in the world who can be called practitioners if they have built a Dan base in their bodies. The cultivation realms of practitioners can be roughly divided into the Qi Transformation Realm, the Divine Refining Realm, the Returning Void Realm, the Hedao Realm, the True Self Realm, and the Grandmaster Realm. ." Fang Yizhi explained.
The officer looked Fang Yizhi up and down and asked tentatively: "So, sir, you must be in the Hedao realm?"
Fang Yizhi said with a stunned look on his face: "Every time a practitioner enters a realm, it is extremely difficult. Hedao realm is already a first-class master in the world. As for the mere...it is only the refining realm, I am really ashamed...my three Only students..."
Zhang Bailing frowned and interrupted him: "Sir, you just mentioned the deceased, can you talk about it in detail?"
"The deceased was killed with a knife, and the Danji was broken. The wound was deep and the bones were visible. The weapon held by the murderer could cause the attacker to suffer extensive wounds and cause rapid blood loss in a short period of time, leading to death. This kind of weapon is used by all major sects in the Chen Kingdom and even the world. , unheard of, but very similar to the rumored Shishidao killer..." Fang Yizhi said firmly: "So, my three students..."
Zhang Bailing couldn't bear it anymore and couldn't help but blurted out and interrupted him: "So your three students have absolutely nothing to do with this case. I will never bother you again in the future. Don't worry, sir!" After that, he turned to Fang Yizhi. He cupped his fists and said, "I've learned a lesson!" Then he pulled his two companions and turned around and left...
The three of them walked far away from the private school. The yamen servant, who was still in pain from his dislocated arm, said to Zhang Bailing with a painful look on his face: "Boss, are we leaving like this?"
Zhang Bailing said angrily: "If I don't leave, what else can I do? I can't beat him, and I can't talk it out. I feel so angry when I listen to what that guy is talking about, so I slowly swallow it, Luo Li, it's his grandma's!" Another person said: "Then how will we communicate when we get back?"
Zhang Bailing waved his hand and said: "Although that nerd is long-winded, his analysis is very reasonable. Let's report it truthfully and let the county magistrate make a decision."
