The Great Tang: World Martial God

Zhang Family Mansion.

The bamboo house is quiet, with cool breeze.

Zhang Xian held "The Analects" with old eyes leaning in front of the scroll, looking attentively.

Since the beginning of literary hyphenation, Zhang Xian has been passionate about Confucianism and Mencius, practicing personally, restraining himself and returning to rituals.

Such as the age of today, the understanding of Confucian morality is second to none in the land of Qilu.

The imperial city and his party were dumbfounded by Tang Hao's rebuttal, which made the head of the great Confucian more or less unconscious.

A few cicadas broke the silence, even a little noisy.

Zhang Xian put down the scroll, frowned slightly, got up and stood by the bamboo gate.

Passing through the quaint crescent arch, many bachelor's figures pass by here.

With the gathering of literati and scholars, the Zhang family has become like everyone else.

Looking at the entire Tang Dynasty Hall, many literati and lofty scholars all have a deep relationship with the great Confucian Zhang family.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xian's old face appeared with a gratified smile.

In a few moments, in the chamber of the previous few days, the scene of a few family members who stood up and left angrily reappeared in their minds.

It is the first time that Zhang Xian has seen so deeply that the bachelors he has cultivated so hard have become tools for others to manipulate public opinion.

There are many customers, and they are easy to be tempted. If they are used by those with a heart, the Zhang family will be destroyed.

After that night, Zhang Xian lived alone in the bamboo house, vainly trying to accompany the book to ease the anxiety in his heart.

Although it is a stealth practice, Zhang Xian prays all the time in his heart, hoping that the scholars of this great Confucian family will stop doing things that make the court angry.

While the old man was still in panic, he didn't know that in the huge courtyard of the Zhang family, a gathering was being closely prepared.

It's noon, and many students have already taken a lunch break.

At the corner of the long stretch of corridor, a group of people sit or stand, flocking together.

A bachelor with a white face and short beard, long face and sharp jaws, dressed in a Confucian robe, stands in the crowd with a folding fan in his hand, just like a scholar.

"Inviting you to come today is to discuss something important."

"Qingzhou has been drought for a long time, the locust plague has come again, the hungry people are everywhere, and the people of Qingzhou are miserable."

The expression on the white face turned miserable, and he raised his folding fan, clasping his fists toward the sky.

"Zi said, the ancients are the governance, the lover is the big. The name is Bangben, and Bengu Bangning."

"As the descendants of the disciples of Confucius, I should follow the example of the first sage, uphold the righteousness of the people, and seek justice for the people of Qingzhou."

"Qingzhou is in distress, but Master Zhang Xian is indifferent, what do you think?"

The bachelors beside them all frowned and looked at each other, but after all, no one spoke.

After all, gathering a crowd to start a battle meant rebellion, and no one wanted to be a pawn.

Seeing everyone hesitating, one person walked out of the crowd with a square face and thick eyebrows, tall and burly, looking loyal and honest, with a slightly excited expression, and solemnly bowed to the white-faced scholar.

"What Mr. Gao said is a bit the same as what Mr. Tang saw!"

"I heard that a few months ago, it was rainy and rainy in Lingnan, and the food stocks were damaged. The Chaotang quickly allocated the food without any hesitation."

"But now this Qingzhou drought, locust plagues are everywhere, but the court is not paying attention to it. What is the reason?"

The hands are opened and closed, and the gestures are quite contagious.

The very inspiring words drew a lot of attention from the surrounding scholars.

As soon as the voice fell, the white-faced scholar was filled with righteous indignation and arched his hands.

"Young Master Tang is so happy, he is very refreshing! Gao Mou admires him very much."

Glancing at the slightly moved bachelors around, the white-faced scholar stood proudly and said loudly.

"Everyone, your Majesty protects Lingnan's subordinates, but put Qingzhou aside by himself."

"It's the same disaster, but it's this different treatment. How can it capture the hearts of the people and the civilians? You are willing to wait for death and sit and watch the people of Qingzhou get displaced? Is this what we scholars should do?"

Most of the bachelors beside him are rich disciples from the family in Qilu.

The suffering in Qingzhou is about vitality, and I feel angry when I hear of this unfair treatment.

Being guided by the two people who sang a harmony again, the anger in my heart became more and more prosperous.

Sentences surrounding justice fell in the ears, some people gritted their teeth and clenched their fists, some flushed and suffocated, and some frowned and stared.

In the voice of questioning, the last line of defense in that heart was completely broken through, raising his fist and shouting loudly.

"For the people of Qingzhou!"

"Promoting Confucianism and Taoism, Confucian scholars are indispensable."

"fair and just!"

Amidst the excitement of the crowd, a slightly older voice came from the side of the corridor.

"Master Gao, may I ask such behavior, but what does the person in the palace mean?"

This sound seemed incompatible with the surrounding voices, quite abrupt.

The scholars had also heard that the great Confucian family had a very close relationship with a certain prince today, and all of them looked at the past at a time.

If you get the permission of the man in the palace, then these deeds can be regarded as the strongest backer.

The white-faced scholar smiled and bowed his hand to the old man.

"Wu Lao is the top talent in the great Confucian family, and his eyesight is really extraordinary."

Hearing this, the old man's complexion changed slightly, his figure shook slightly, and a ray of light flashed in the scholar's eyes.

"Since it is the meaning of the palace, the old man is relieved."

The white-faced scholar glanced at the old man, and the two of them nodded tacitly, and the white-faced scholar said loudly.

"Qingzhou is in danger, and for the survival of the people, I beg you."