One Hundred and Ten. Giving up One's Life for Righteousness

Hearing what the crown prince Li Hong said, Lu Meng, Prime Minister of the Eastern Tang Dynasty, frowned slightly.

"Remember, old minister, his name is Murong Ting?"

Li Hong nodded, "Lu Xiang might as well pay attention to this person."

Lu Meng looked at Li Hong, "Since that's the case, why doesn't Your Highness have a talk with this person?"

The Dark Pavilion is directly under the orders of the Tang King Li Xuanxin. Of course, Lu Meng is not suggesting that the prince Li Hong win over the real core figure of the Dark Pavilion.

But at least, ease the relationship with the other party and stop fighting Li Hong all the time.

Although the opposition between the Dark Pavilion and the Shizifu was to some extent created by the King of Tang, the mastery of the measure was still in the hands of the leader of the Dark Pavilion.

Don't ask the other party to show goodwill, at least don't dig a hole in the dark.

The dark pavilion defeated Gu Hechuan, a master of the seventh realm, a long time ago, but the result was kept secret and did not report to the eldest son Li Hong.

They even used Li Hong'an's eyeliner in the secret cabinet to spread false news to Li Hong, saying that Chang'an had no masters, and only relying on the maze of poisonous fog to solve the Tang army's attack on the city.

Mr. Mingxi, Cheng Jingyuan, and others were trapped in Chang'an, largely because of this problem, which led them to underestimate the enemy and think that a few seventh-level practitioners could take Chang'an together, but in the end, the entire army was wiped out, and none of them came back.

Although it has been proved afterwards, Chang'an's strength is still stronger than expected.

But back then, the dark pavilion dug a hole for the son, but it was real.

"A small touch, but I didn't dare to make a big move."

Li Hong said, "After all, you have to worry about what your father thinks."

Lu Meng nodded lightly, "Your Highness is mature and prudent, it's not bad, but the king of Muping County has become more aggressive recently, and he is getting closer and closer to the dark pavilion."

Li Hong's expression became serious, "I understand."

Li Yi, king of Muping County, is the second son of Li Xuanxin, king of Tang Dynasty.

He broke through last year and reached the eighth realm of martial arts, the ghost hero, on par with Li Hong, with an even more domineering attitude and often conflicted with Li Hong.

Gao Yu, the owner of the dark pavilion, has always been against the crown prince Li Hong. In recent years, he has become close to Li Yi, the king of Muping County, and has become a serious concern for the crown prince Li Hong.

Tang Wang taboos his son to reconcile with the dark pavilion, but he turns a blind eye to Li Yi's actions, which makes his son Li Hong's heart feel heavier.

In the previous attack on Chang'an, Li Dang, his fourth brother who had always supported him in counter-compensation, the momentum of the two sides was even more ebb and flow.

"Don't worry Lu Xiang, I will pay attention."

Li Hongping calmly said, "My father ordered me to start cutting off Chang'an's wings and Austrian aid. Compared with Dahe Longmen, Tingshan Academy is weaker, so let's put it first."

Lu Meng smiled slightly, "Tingshan has always had objections and disliked the king's kindness, but the king is magnanimous and cherishes the gentleness, so he keeps them.

Now they're getting bigger,

Instead, walking with Chang'an and discrediting the gentleman is the way to self-destruction.

Here, leave it to the old minister. "

"It's hard for Lu Xiang to go out in person. With you here, it will definitely be a success." Li Hong said, "The soldiers and horses around are at your disposal."

"Thank you, Your Highness." After saluting, Lu Meng started to make arrangements and left the royal capital Lu Yang on the same day.

As he left for Tingshan, some Confucian practitioners from Songjiang Academy under his sect were also notified to leave.

The Tang army around Tingshan also began to mobilize.

Lu Meng arrived at the foot of Ting Mountain, looked at the mountain in front of him, and smiled slightly.

The former dean of Tingshan Academy was killed by Dong Tang.

The reason why Tang Wang Li Xuan didn't cut the grass and roots was because he wanted to subdue and divide the scholars here for his own use.

However, over the past few years, few students from Tingshan Academy have entered the court and become officials, and most of them study behind closed doors.

For Songyang Academy and Lu Meng, this is naturally the best.

It seems that Tang Wang finally lost his patience this time.

Lu Meng told the general of the Tang army beside him, "Your Majesty, Tingshan Academy colluded with the Chang'an rebel party to rebel. The law cannot be pardoned. It will be closed immediately. Everyone in the academy will be taken down. Those who resist will be executed."

"Follow the king's order." The general responded, then raised his arm and waved forward.

Everyone around the mountain, start attacking immediately.

Lu Meng and the Confucian practitioners from Songyang Academy all stared at the green hill in front of them.

If the practitioners of Tingshan Academy resist, they will take action in person to help the army suppress it.

At this moment, in a simple and simple academy on the mountain, Li Zhibin, the head of the academy, bowed to all the students

"For his own self-interest, Li implicated the entire academy, he is ashamed of everyone, and he cannot escape the blame for his death.

Everyone who is willing to go to Dongtang, let's go, because Li lost his life. "

A group of students hurried forward and helped Li Zhibin up, "Sir, don't say that, I am a scholar, and I can't be subdued by force. How can I bow my knees just because of the sword and crossbow under the mountain?"

"Yes, sir. Brother Li has been studying with us for more than ten years. He is your son and our classmate. We can only be happy if he can be saved."

"Eastern Tang is tyrannical, how can you blame yourself?"

A group of students chattered.

Li Jun was grateful and ashamed at the same time.

An old man next to him helped Li Zhibin and his son up, "If you want to succumb to the Tang army's swords and guns, you will be as servile as Songyang Lu Meng and others. We all succumbed a few years ago. Why should the teacher die in vain?"

Li Zhibin shook his head and sighed, "If it wasn't for Jun'er and I, everyone could at least study in the mountains for a few years."

The old man is Wanli, the current dean of Tingshan Academy.

He patted Li Zhibin on the shoulder, "You can study anywhere, and I'm not going to sit here and wait for death."

He turned his head and said to everyone, "Dongtang is not benevolent, we have no choice but to leave Tingshan, break out, and study elsewhere, what do you think?"

"Good!" Everyone shouted in unison.

Someone even shouted, "Both Mr. Li and Brother Li said Chang'an is good, so let's just go there."

However, some people hesitated, "East Tang gave us the crime of colluding with Chang'an, but we didn't..."

"Eastern Tang Dynasty is tyrannical, so it will be reversed!" A student next to him said, "Now it seems that Chang'an is the most likely to succeed in rebelling against Tang Dynasty. It pays more attention to culture and education than other places."

Dean Wanli raised her hand to stop the discussion, "Let's break through the siege first, everyone should start quickly, keep everything simple, and don't waste time."

He asked Li Zhibin and another instructor from the seventh realm to take them down the mountain first. "There are some things in the academy that are not easy to take away, but they can't be left to Dongtang, and the old man will deal with them."

"I'll go too." Li Zhibin said, "It happens to be something about Chang'an, I didn't bother to talk about it earlier."

Wan Li frowned, but she didn't object, she just urged the other students to leave quickly.

When the others had almost left, Wan Li looked at Li Zhibin, "I am the dean of the academy."

Li Zhibin nodded calmly, "So, it's time for you to lead everyone to a new world."

The two tacitly agreed.

There are literary talents outside, at least the great Confucians of the eighth realm.

Most likely, Lu Meng, the dean of Songyang Academy, arrived in person.

With him, someone must break the back, otherwise no one can leave.

I didn't talk about it just now, just because I was afraid of hurting other people's morale.

"You just reunited with your son, so you should leave as soon as possible."

Dean Wan Li smiled slightly, "The old man is alone, has no children, and is dying, and his days are numbered. He took over as the dean at the beginning because he was good at being kind and perfunctory in Dongtang.

In terms of learning and virtue, you are not as old as you. You are in the prime of life, and you still have a great future. It is only a matter of time for you to govern the country, and there is no hope for you in the realm of peace. "

"Since I put the academy in danger for Jun'er, I have no virtue to speak of."

Li Zhibin heard Tang Jun's shouts of killing getting closer and closer, "Even if I can break out, I don't know how many students will suffer because of my father and son. How can I go to see them in the future?"

When Wan Li heard this, her expression darkened slightly.

"When I go out, I am ashamed of the past generations of teachers and students who died. I can only hide my face and die. It is better to be here and atone for some sins."

Li Zhibin took off a jade pendant from his body and handed it to Wanli, "Zhuo Jing died early, and Jun'er has no relatives after I leave. Please allow me to be selfish for the last time. From now on, I hope you will take care of Jun'er."

After finishing speaking, he bowed to Wanli.

Wanli tried to persuade him again, but Li Zhibin raised his head and said sharply, "If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave!"

Dean Wan looked up to the sky with a long sigh, took the jade pendant, bowed to Li Zhibin, and rushed to the back of the mountain to catch up with the others.

Li Zhibin breathed a sigh of relief, walked out of the gate of the academy, looked at the Eastern Tang army that was already in front of him, with a peaceful expression.

"Li Zhibin, the head of Tingshan Mountain, lives and dies with Tingshan today. Although Tingshan is destroyed, jackals should be buried!"

His voice was calm and could be heard from afar.

Rich literary talent, soaring to the sky, in harmony with the natural aura of the Quartet.

The air suddenly became scorching hot, as if there was an invisible force constantly rubbing against it.

The next moment, a fire broke out in the mountain.

The fire quickly spread throughout the entire Tingshan Mountain, turning into a sea of ​​flames.

At the foot of the mountain, everyone in Songyang Academy saw this, and they all took up their pens and ink, and wrote poems about the rain, the river, or the sea.

As a result, a large number of rivers, lakes and seas were transformed into illusions, and a large amount of water poured into the pavilion.

But the Tingshan fire not only did not go out, but it became more intense, rushing towards these Songyang Academy disciples.

With a wave of Lu Meng, the dean of Songyang, his literary talent shone with brilliance and turned into a ten-meter-long flashing giant pen.

The pen is everywhere, Jiang Hai suddenly shows up, blocking the fire.

Lu Meng frowned slightly, "Wanli and the others want to run away?"

He walked steadily, his figure reached the mid-air, ignored the fire in Tingshan, and chased after him across the mountain.

But at this moment, the fire on the mountain went further, and the flames flew into the sky and rolled towards Lu Meng.

Lu Meng controlled the huge volley pen to sweep down, and the flames couldn't get close immediately.

But the flames suddenly condensed and turned into a huge writing brush over ten meters long.

Lu Meng was shocked when he saw this.

The supernatural powers of Ruyuan's giant brush should be in the eighth realm of Confucianism, only the great Confucians in the realm of governing the country.

How could Li Zhibin in the seventh realm succeed?

Lu Meng took a closer look, but saw that Li Zhibing was spitting out blood, and was writing with a pen dipped in his own blood.

One by one, the blood-red words soared in the raging fire, and finally condensed into a giant pen like a fate, sweeping away everyone in Songyang.

Lu Meng himself was stopped by him, and the other Songyang Academy students were even more defeated.

Li Zhibin wrote a desperate poem, which killed his own life, and also killed the lives of many Tang Jun and Songyang students.

Lu Meng was furious, and like a fateful giant brush fell down, he integrated the classic principles of Songyang Academy "breaking the cliff and corner", and cut Li Zhibin's huge brush with literary talent almost bald.

Li Zhibin yelled loudly, and his body was also on fire.

His giant pen is also integrated into Tingshan Academy's classic principles of "writing straight and straight".

The nearly bare pen barrel shot straight into the sky, bounced off Lu Meng's giant pen, and hit his chest straight!

Lu Meng burst out his tongue and yelled loudly, shaking the giant tree-like pen holder in front of him, but he was still hit in the chest.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and was beaten to the ground.

Vice President Songyang of the Seventh Realm was about to chase after Wan Li and the others, but at this moment he quickly turned around to catch Lu Meng.

Everyone was still in shock, and turned their heads to look up the mountain.

Tingshan has been burned bare, and the fire is gradually extinguished.

The academy in the mountains disappeared, only a scorched black figure remained standing, as if it had been transformed into a part of the pavilion mountain.

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