The cold winter has not yet faded, and the spring has not come. The morning breeze in Qufu is blew, and there is not even a dog in the vast fields except for the scattered farmers from poor families.

When a farmer was in the gap between turning the ground and looking at the official road inadvertently, he was surprised to find that a group of solemn people walked out of the thick white mist.

Their cloth and blue shirts were already wet with mist, but they were still moving forward steadily in silence. Even if someone made a sick cough from time to time, it did not affect the overall pace of the team.

The farmer was very confused. The team gave him a strange feeling. It was natural that there was no need to say that it was solemn and solemn. There was also an indescribable power of piety and faith. But they were obviously different from the Taoist disciples and the Buddhist disciples, and they did not have the look and behavior of pretending to be a god.

If you want to talk about the special thing in Qufu, the first thing that comes to mind is the Confucius Temple.

This is Confucius' hometown.

When the group of people walked in, even the shortest-sighted farmer could recognize that the other party was a scholar.

The most common people in Qufu are scholars. They are completely different from the military martial artists, Taoist monks, and merchants and farmers. They can easily judge from their clothes and temperament.

Since they are scholars, there is nothing good to look at and it is not worth curious at all. The farmers who look up have their eyes closed one after another and continue to be busy with their own work.

The farmers in Qufu were unable to tell the difference between the scholars in front of them and the scholars of Qingzhou Confucianism.

If the latter is a scholar who is virtuous, solid and down-to-earth, and down-to-earth, then the demeanors of these scholars in front of them are obviously elegant, romantic, and too refreshing. It makes people feel that they should not write poems in brothels, but should talk big in the temple.

This team of hundreds of people was stopped in the suburbs without being able to enter Qufu City.

The person who blocked them was a team of elite cavalry holding sharps.

The army was plastered on the official road, with spears like a forest, and war horses wearing armor, majestic and murderous aura. It was obviously not a team of recruits who had never been on the battlefield.

The leader of the scholar's team was a gray-haired and tall and thin old man. Facing the cavalry blocking the road, he took the initiative to walk forward, held a polite manner and asked quietly: "Why did the general stop the word, but what law did we violate?"

The head captain said coldly: "I will not control whether you violate the law, but the military order I received is to prevent you from entering Qufu!"

As soon as this statement was made, all the scholars' expressions changed slightly, some were puzzled, some were angry, some were sad.

Only the old man with white hair had no turbulence on his face, and he bowed respectfully, "I heard that under the rule of King An, the dynasty had a prosperous and prosperous dynasty, the Tang people lived and worked in peace, all the world was prosperous, there were no thieves in the mountains and fields, and there were no strong men in the prefectures and counties. The people did not close their doors at night and did not pick up their remains, and they were all in order.

"Why can't even enter a city when we are on us? I wonder if the general, who issued the military order? Aren't the person who issued such military orders afraid of destroying the reputation of the court and being punished by King An?"

This old man was Zhang Qi, who once led a scholar from Yangzhou to leave Yangzhou City.

The captain was speechless and simply refused to answer. He was just a stubborn attitude, and he had no intention of letting them go.

This is a typical military style.

Zhang Qi was not angry at all. He sighed and said calmly: "Well, since the general is in charge of military orders, we can't let the general make things difficult for him. However, we have to enter Qufu City no matter what."

After saying this, he walked straight towards the military formation.

As he moved his steps, the scholars behind him followed closely behind.

They were only forty or fifty steps away from the military formation, but now they quickly pulled the distance.

The captain's cold and hard eyes suddenly burst out with a strong murderous intent, and his hand was already pressed on the hilt of the knife, "Are you really looking for death?"

The military order has been explained very clearly and these people must not be allowed to enter Qufu City.

Of course, the captain knew the consequences of violating military orders and did not think that he had reasons for not being able to enforce military orders.

So, he was ready to kill someone.

Zhang Qi had no intention of retreating. His steps forward were still steady, and his will to move forward was revealed in a steady state. Although his face was calm, his heart was actually covered with ice and snow.

He didn't expect that this time he would be stopped outside Qufu City with his disciples to worship in Confucius Temple.

This is the first time they appeared in front of the world after they left Yangzhou City.

They did not do anything out of the ordinary, they just wanted to worship Confucius, and Li Ye didn't even allow this. It can be imagined that their Confucian tradition will not have the chance to see light in the future.

As the current leader of the Confucian Party in Yangzhou, Zhang Qi must seek a way out for the scholars behind him.

And the way out for scholars is to become officials.

Zhang Qi actually thought it very clearly. When he worshiped Confucius this time, he went to Chang'an to petition, hoping that Li Ye could treat the disciples of Confucianism in Yangzhou equally and give them the opportunity to participate in the imperial examination.

Zhang Qi knew it was difficult.

After all, under the leadership of Wang Zaifeng, the Confucian Sect of Yangzhou once became enemies with Li Ye, and planned and led the Kunlun Incident and sent Li Ye to the Immortal Realm. Although they still don’t understand why Li Ye had already gone to the Immortal Realm in full view of the public, he appeared in the mortal world again.

The road is long and arduous, and I will search up and down. This is the saying of a scholar in life.

Zhang Qi is ready to face the questioning.

But Zhang Qi did not expect that the difficulty of this matter was so beyond imagination.

If they are not allowed to worship Confucius, they are not recognized as their Confucian scholars. So what are the follow-ups?

The tension must fight.

Or, you must express your attitude.

I want to take my disciples to worship Confucius, and I want to announce to the world that I am a scholar of Confucianism.

If not, there is only a dead end.

Since it's a dead end, I don't care when I die.

So Zhang Qi did not answer the lieutenant's words, but just walked forward stubbornly.

The captain's eyes began to be congested sharply, and the murderous aura could no longer be covered. He ordered coldly: "Prepare for crossbowman!"

Thinking of the general's order, the captain stared at Zhang Qi who was approaching and warned him again: "Let's go forward and kill you without mercy!"

The tensioner did not stop.

The scholars behind him also followed him and crossed the red line in the eyes of the captain.

When they were still in Yangzhou, these scholars thought that the world belonged to them and scoffed at the Qingzhou Confucian Sect. When they left Yangzhou, these princes realized that the world had nothing to do with them.

If Confucian scholars cannot enter the official career, if the world has nothing to do with them, they will be nothing. So at this moment, these scholars who have experienced suffering know that they have no way out.

Under the leadership of Zhang Qi, they kept moving forward.

True Confucian scholars are never afraid of death.

If you hear the truth in the morning, you will die in the evening.

Although they failed in the battle with the Qingzhou Confucian Sect, they also sacrificed their lives on the battlefield of the Central Plains and even dedicated their lives.

The captain did not make any more noise, but pulled out the horizontal knife from his waist and pointed forward.

The sound of sharp arrows breaking through the air almost at the same time. Hundreds of crossbow arrows tore the air in the lightning and flew towards the crowd of Confucian scholars.

The sharp arrows of puffy puffy puffy hit the body one after another, and Confucian scholars fell down one after another.

Even the Qiqi had three arrows in his body, two were on his shoulders and one was under his ribs.

The captain's pupils shrank suddenly.

Of course he could see that most of the Confucian scholars in front of him had the level of scholars or above, and there were even many literary masters among the central people led by him.

In Confucianism, scholars mean entering the house, while scholars are rare talents.

Now, they have not used their cultivation to protect themselves.

Among the 10 or 20 people who fell down were mostly scholars, including two scholars!

Zhang Qi's face remained unchanged, and his figure was paused, so he walked forward again.

He kept staring at the front, but he was not looking at these wise horsemen, but also seemed to see the Qufu City behind them through their bodies, the Confucius Temple in Qufu City, the Confucius, and the source and future of the Confucian Sect.

The scholars behind him also kept walking. Some helped their injured companions up, some avoided their companions' bodies, stepped on the dirt stained with blood, and continued to move forward, with a tough look and a decisive look.

The scholars did not hesitate, and the captain did not.

The knife in his hand led forward again.

So, hundreds of sharp arrows flew out from left and right and behind him.

The scholar who was supported struggled to support him and walked two steps, then was shot into his body by a crossbow arrow, flew backwards and fell into a pool of blood, and no longer had a chance of life. The scholar who was supporting his companion followed the footsteps of their companions, either being shot or being shot to death.

Those figures who insist on moving forward are destined to endure the disasters ahead. They have experienced storms, lightning, and thunder. Many of them are destined to not see the rainbow after the rain and can only die in the wind and rain.

But they were determined to be a devil, and they continued to do so.

When the captain raised the sword in his hand for the third time, a voice sounded behind him, "Return to the camp."

The captain's eyes changed, without any hesitation in his movements. He returned to the knife and yelled softly, "returning to the camp", and then turned the horse's head first.

When the military order is on his back, he will not be moved by killing all the scholars who do not resist in front of him, even if he will feel nauseous afterwards; when the military order is revoked, he will not hesitate at all.

Zhang Qi hit five arrows on his body, and the two on his thighs were on his thighs. I don’t know if the cavalry were sympathetic or admired him, but the crossbow arrows did not hit him in the vital light.

After hundreds of elites rode their feet and walked away with smoke and dust, a young official in an official robe appeared on the official road in front of the scholars.

Seeing the official, he smiled with a pale face and bowed his hand with difficulty.

Not only him, but the princes behind him saluted the official, whether they were bleeding or not, whether they were bleeding or not, whether they were standardized movements or powerlessness.

The official did not show off his promise and returned the gift immediately.

It's really impossible to show off.

Because he is Zhang Zhongsheng.

A scholar from Yangzhou Confucianism.
To be continued...