Chapter 393 Ruining the place
The residents of Xin'an Lane found that many strangers came today, and most of them were young people.
These young people seemed a little timid, some took a few steps and looked back, some stopped and hesitated.
"Forget it, I shouldn't have come." Someone stomped his feet and turned away.
Someone came out of the alley and found a lot of people gathered outside.
"What is this for?"
Dozens of scholars were outside sneering at those who went in.
"If you enter Xin'an Lane today, you are a traitor to Confucianism." Someone said loudly, "You are a villain!"
Several scholars who had just entered turned around upon hearing the noise and said with a smile, "We just want to go in and watch the fun."
The scholar said meaningfully: "Some excitement cannot be watched. Once you watch it, you can't pull yourself out. Something bad will happen."
At this moment, Xin'an Lane, where more than a hundred scholars gathered, suddenly became quiet.
The side door of the Bo's Mansion was open, and more than a dozen scholars came to pay their respects. Jiang Qingzhi looked at the scholars outside the door with flickering eyes and hesitation, and waved his hands gently behind his back.
Mo Zhan whispered, “Send a signal.”
At the entrance of the alley, someone suddenly shouted, "Don't block the entrance."
However, the dozens of scholars remained motionless.
Someone shouted, "Someone is bullying the people of Xin'an Lane!"
The vendors started to shout, saying that their business was blocked, or that these people gathered here and scared away the customers...
"A bunch of idiots." The scholar said coldly, "Is this your land?"
The vendors shook their heads, and the scholar said calmly, "Then why can't we stand?"
The vendors shook their heads and looked towards the entrance of the alley.
A young man of gigantic stature stood there, his hand on the hilt of a knife.
“Who’s going to stand there?”
Someone cursed: "Who is this person? How dare he be so brazen?"
"It's Sun Chonglou!"
The man was stunned, "That Asura?"
"Exactly."
The scholars looked at each other, and some of them quietly retreated to the side of the vendors.
"Retreat again!" Sun Chonglou walked over.
"Is this your home? Why don't you return it?" a young man asked.
"Break my legs!" Sun Chonglou said confidently, "This is my Xin'an Lane. If you trespass without permission, even the soldiers from the Bingmasi will not dare to intervene!"
"This is Ming Dynasty's territory!" the man retorted.
Sun Chonglou's eyes suddenly lit up, "Since this is the territory of the Ming Dynasty, why not allow the young master's Mohist School to accept disciples?"
Uh!
This issue seems to be a bit complicated.
The man regretted his decision and was about to withdraw his head when Sun Chonglou rushed over joyfully, grabbed him and asked eagerly, "Is this the land of Daming?"
The scholar's cheeks trembled, "I don't know."
"You know it one moment and not the next. Damn it, are you crazy?"
A giant man was holding a skinny scholar in one hand, his face was covered with saliva... This scene was particularly harmonious under the morning sun.
"Yes, it is the place of Ming Dynasty." said the scholar in a trembling voice.
Sun Chonglou was a bloodthirsty man and was called Asura by the Altan tribe. He was also the most powerful general under Jiang Qingzhi.
This person acts without reason and just follows his own will.
This man once beheaded the envoy of Altan Khan in the street.
Such people must not be angered!
These scholars came prepared today, having been taught various countermeasures before.
Everything else is easy to deal with, just don't do it when you meet Sun Chonglou... When he said this, the man in charge smiled and said, "But this person is gone, which shows that the Mo family's luck is weak."
Isn't this guy alive right here?
Where did you go?
The scholar was filled with regret and wanted to cheer himself up, but Sun Chonglou's hand tightened and he found it difficult to breathe, "Let go...let go of me!"
Sun Chonglou threw the scholars to the ground, turned around with his sword in hand, and said to the scholars: "The young master said, the road leads to heaven, and everyone should walk on their own side. If anyone wants to cross that line, whichever leg they stretch out will be crippled!"
The scholars looked at him in silence.
Someone whispered, "The key lies in those people."
Yes!
The key is to see who dares to sign up and how many people Jiang Qingzhi accepts.
The more people sign up, the weaker the appeal of Confucianism is at present, and vice versa, it means that the appeal of Mohism is increasing.
With Sun Chonglou in charge, those scholars no longer dared to say strange things, let alone make threats.
Scholars entered Xin'an Lane one after another.
"Who is that?" someone asked when they saw the well-dressed young man standing outside the side door.
Someone said, "It's that little duke."
"The young Duke of Chengguo Mansion?"
"Exactly."
"If he dares to come, what should we be afraid of?"
The young Duke of Chengguo Mansion personally welcomed the scholars outside the Duke's Mansion. After the news spread, Yan Shifan said, "Dad, it seems that Zhu Xizhong is determined to go all the way with Jiang Qingzhi."
"The family of Duke Chengguo seems to be in a good position, but behind the good position is hard work." Yan Song rubbed his old eyes. The incense in the duty room made him feel uncomfortable, but his son liked it, so he thought it was okay. "The emperor is like a tiger, with unpredictable moods. The close ministers seem to be in a good position, but the power in their hands is given by the emperor. Once they make a mistake or violate a taboo, the empire will collapse in an instant. Such a good minister... life is not easy."
"So after Zhu Xizhong took over the Chengguo Mansion, he simply changed the cautious style of his ancestors and did what he wanted," said Yan Shifan.
"Yes, so he won the approval of His Majesty." Yan Song lowered his voice, "Our Majesty hates others playing tricks on him the most. In His Majesty's eyes, Zhu Xizhong's actions are serving the king with sincerity."
"Tsk!" Yan Shifan felt a little toothache, "What a pity."
"Yeah! What a pity."
Both father and son knew what the other regretted.
If Zhu Xizhong was a member of the Yan Party, he would have been of great help to Yan Song and his son.
Yan Song and his son, Cui Yuan, Lu Bing... this is an invisible alliance. If even Zhu Xizhong joins in... then the close ministers around the Taoist are all members of the Yan Party.
Yan Song suddenly got a start and glanced outside the door. He stood up and walked to the door, looking around. Fortunately, his guards were there.
"Don't mention this matter again." Yan Song turned around and warned.
"Dad, you are too cautious." Yan Shifan picked up the brush. "By the way, send someone to Xin'an Lane to check. I want to know whether the Confucians will sit back and watch the Mohists recruit soldiers today."
A middle-aged man came to Xin'an Lane.
The man had a dark complexion and looked quite dignified. The scholars bowed and said, "Greetings, Mr. Ma."
This person was called Ma Yuan. He opened a private school in the capital with dozens of students. He always passed the imperial examination. Just like the famous colleges in later generations, many scholars wanted to study under him. But Ma Yuan was very picky and would not accept anyone who was not qualified.
As a result, the reputation of his private school became even greater.
Ma Yuan nodded, "How many people went in?"
Someone said, "Ma Gong, there are more than 30 people coming one after another."
Ok!
Ma Yuan handed the reins to his followers, and someone asked, "Did Ma Gong come to Xin'an Lane to strike a blow at the Mohists?"
The Mohist school is recruiting disciples today, and Mr. Ma Yuan, a famous teacher in the capital, happens to be here. The atmosphere here makes everyone excited.
Ma Yuan said: "The capital is the best place, not all demons and monsters can survive here. I used to disdain to argue with them, but I didn't expect these evil ways to become more and more proud and even want to establish their own sect. Today I came here to see what virtue and ability that great man has to treat Confucianism as nothing!"
The scholars were overjoyed, and someone said, "Let's go and take a look with Ma Gong."
A group of scholars surrounded Ma Yuan and came to the outside of the Bo's mansion.
Zhu Shitai was explaining the situation to a scholar. Seeing this, he bowed and asked, "May I ask what's the matter?"
A scholar behind Ma Yuan said, "Mr. Ma is here, please come and see Long Wei Bo."
Zhu Shitai shook his head, "My second uncle is not available to see guests today."
"Don't you dare?" Someone sarcastically asked, "Mr. Ma's education ability has attracted many scholars from the capital. Is Lord Wei afraid that those scholars will regret it?"
"What are you flocking to?"
Following the voice, an old man came out.
Ma Yuan was startled and bowed, "Greetings, Mr. Xia."
The person who came was the former Prime Minister Xia Yan. He glanced at Ma Yuan and said, "Little Ma!"
"Yes." Ma Yuan said calmly, "I came here today to see Chang Wei Bo."
He was ready to argue with Xia Yan, but Xia Yan turned around and shouted, "Qingzhi, someone is here to mess things up."
Jiang Qingzhi, who was talking to Zhou Xia, was very upset. "Mr. Xia has become more... carefree and unrestrained."
Jiang Qingzhi instructed: "These people only care about fame, fortune and future at the moment. Don't pour cold water on them at the beginning, but don't make promises either..."
Zhou Xia said: "I don't make promises lightly, I understand."
Jiang Qingzhi patted him on the shoulder and couldn't help but think of the predicament he faced when he first arrived in Ming Dynasty and had only Sun Chonglou by his side.
"Where is Shi Tou?" Jiang Qingzhi asked.
Mo Zhan was beside him. "He said someone was threatening the students who came to register at the entrance of the alley. Shi Tou said he had a way to solve it."
"Just don't do anything." Jiang Qingzhi said.
It's not that he is timid. If he takes action today, those Confucianists may take advantage of the situation and disrupt his enrollment plan.
At this time Ma Yuan walked in.
The front yard of the house is very large, big enough to play football.
The scholars who were consulting slowly turned around.
"It's Ma Gong!"
Amid the exclamation, Ma Yuan bowed and said, "Ma Yuan, greetings to Chief Wilbur."
……
"Why, is this your home?"
Two young scholars stood in the middle of the alley, blocking half of the road.
Seeing this, several scholars who wanted to enter the alley hesitated.
"He's Ma Yuan's disciple!" someone said.
"Ma Yuan's disciples are arrogant and conceited."
"Every year, one or two students from Ma Yuan's private school pass the imperial examinations. They have the qualifications to be arrogant."
Sun Chonglou turned around and said, "This is Xin'an Lane."
"This is Xin'an Lane in the Ming Dynasty." A scholar with many pimples on his face sneered, "I am happy to stand here. Why, even if His Majesty comes, he won't care. Doesn't Lord Williams allow it?"
"Is this law from the Ming Dynasty or the Jiang family?" Another scholar opened his mouth and started to criticize.
"It's really sharp."
"Then Sun Chonglou is in trouble."
"If he dares to do it, he will disregard the law."
"No, it confirms that statement."
"Which sentence?"
"Is this law from the Ming Dynasty or the Jiang family?"
The two scholars looked proudly at Sun Chonglou who was approaching.
"What do you want?" the acne-ridden scholar asked calmly.
"I told you, get out of the way!"
Sun Chonglou slapped the scholar's head, and everyone saw that several pimples on his face were burst, and the juice splashed everywhere...
Sun Chonglou grabbed the two scholars by their collars, lifted them up with a little force, and threw them to the side.
A large cart collecting night-blooming incense was passing by, and this creature hit the cart right on top of it.
With a bang, the carriage containing Yexiang shattered, and two scholars fell in the middle.
The feces splashed everywhere!
(End of this chapter)
