Tang Keke looked deeply at Xie Jin's back, his eyes full of reverence, and couldn't help but think: "Scholar Xie is really awesome! Even if you curse, you can't even talk back."

Gao Yangzhi turned his head left and right, picked up a brick from the corner and stuffed it into Tang Keke's hand.

In Tang Keke's puzzled eyes.

Gao Yangzhi said softly: "Learn a little, Xie Xueshi is someone who has been with Taisun for a long time. If you can't learn, if something happens to Xie Xie later, you should use bricks to save people."
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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 bureau today, and Xie Jin even felt that they had some backbone.

However.

What made him despise 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 sign of Liu Jingxing.

Snake and rat ends.

This is the kind of person you are 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 at its most difficult, as a son-in-law 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 and confident 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.

Just let bygones be bygones!"

"Yes!"

"Jie Jin, you must apologize in public today!"

"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 newspapers published articles that did not violate national laws, so why should they be shut down? The newspapers and newspapers did not have any transgressions, so why should they be burned?"

Three questions were asked in succession, and each question directly responded to the persecution of the Neo-Confucian disciples here.

However, we haven’t waited for these people to say anything.

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 students 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.

So.

Peng.

An egg hit Xie Jin's 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 Human Jiejin’s cheek.

"Bold!"

"Presumptuous!"

Almost at the same time, Zhang Xinfa, who was holding a Yanling knife, and Tang Keke, who was holding a brick, rushed to Xie Jin and blocked him behind him.

Suddenly there was a burst of shouting from the crowd.

"Jie Jin deserves to die!"

"Xie Jin is digging up the foundation of my Confucianism!"

"Jie Jinwan will never give up even if he dies!"

"..."

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 as if their bodies were hit by a mountain-like force.

In front of the entire book and newspaper bureau, the defense line of the government army 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 they were densely occupied by more people.

Tang Keke turned around and glared at Xie Jin: "Bachelor 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. You will study hard for decades and 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 court, 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, just 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 shouted: "Brothers, these bunch of Neo-Confucian wastes have actually taken action. We can't keep them alive 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 suspected that they had 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 led people into the rear of the Neo-Confucian disciples, and almost immediately

About to faint.

He bit his tongue hard and shouted in panic: "Don't do it! Don't hit people! Go and call the Fujun Guards!"

But before he could finish speaking, Tang Keke, who had been standing in front of him, suddenly roared.

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.
To be continued...