A rain drizzled for a long time.

It was a different rain that had torn apart the sky and brought to the world a different rain.

From Qingzhou, we tore the sea of ​​clouds all the way, across the human realm, and back to Yunlu Academy. However, the rain fell wherever we passed, made many scholars feel a different state of mind.

This is a baptism for scholars.

However, there are not many people who can truly feel different changes.

What really caused shock and emotional explosion among scholars was an imperial edict from the Daqing Dynasty and the palace.

The content of the imperial edict is very simple. It means that the great dynasty master Cao Man rushed to Qingcheng, Qingzhou and joined forces with the Honglu Temple Minister Lu Mengran, retreated from the ghost army to defend Qingcheng. He made great contributions. He gave this to celebrate and praised the great dynasty master for his unparalleled national soldiers.

The Daqing Palace newspaper forwarded the commemorative decree as soon as possible.

All the scholars and martial artists who had read the Daqing Palace News were in an uproar.

Crazy!

This is really crazy!

How shameless is the great master Cao Man? How dare he take on such credit?

The news that Mr. Lu died in Qingcheng had already swept across the Daqing Dynasty, causing countless scholars and martial artists to be amazed.

Because the Daqing Palace newspaper was widely publicized, almost everyone knew that Lu Lu was confused about the battle in Qingcheng, and he blocked the army of the Ghost Clan alone in white, and even killed the powerful people of the Ghost Clan's seventh level and promoted the power of the human race.

However, for such a credit, Cao Man, the dog thief, came out to grab it shamelessly!

"Grandmaster Cao Man? This dog who sent 500,000 blood warriors to die?"

"How dare he do this? How dare he take this credit... How dare he take it! Are you completely shameless?!"

"The national hero is unparalleled... he is worthy too? I'm gonna!"

"The only true national hero is Lu Gong!"

...

At Jixia Academy, the students were in anger, and the hands of the students holding the Daqing Palace newspaper were trembling uncontrollably.

Not only Jixia Academy, but also students from other academic institutions in the capital were shocked by this news.

Why did Lu Mangran go on a mission to Qingzhou?

Representing the human race to attend the Qingzhou Conference?

The fuse was the students who marched at the execution ground at the East Street intersection. In order to protect these students, Mr. Lu chose to go to Qingzhou to attend the Qingzhou Conference and went into danger.

It can be said that Mr. Lu is the benefactor of the students of Jixia. They are grateful and grateful.

When the Qingcheng war was reported back, the students of Jixia only regretted that they were powerless and could not go to the front line and fight with Mr. Lu.

When they heard the news that Mr. Lu died in battle, they were stunned and their mentality collapsed.

But now that Mr. Lu is dead, this Cao Mangou Thief dares to jump out and grab his achievements?!

It’s really awkward to ask the emperor to issue an imperial edict himself!

The imperial edict on merit rewards only mentioned the name of Mr. Lu, and there was no reward. It completely regarded Mr. Lu’s merit as nothing!

The anger was hard to suppress and it surged!

The students in Jixia Academy rushed to tell each other and contact each other.

In the square, all the students gathered together, and even students from other institutions came spontaneously and gathered to speak out for Lu Gong!

"The court was stupid and the Qingcheng war was in front. According to the news from the dibao, the emperor advocated signing the Qingzhou treaty and handing Qingzhou over to the ghost clan!"

"However, Mr. Lu was unwilling to sign the treaty, and even went to the city tower to take the initiative to confront the ghost tribe who launched a night sneak attack!"

"Mr. Lu died in battle, but the court did not give him fair treatment. Instead, he praised Cao Man who sent 500,000 blood warriors to die. How unfair is this!"

"As a victorious tribe, our human race should have gained benefits at the Qingzhou Conference and sought benefits for the 500,000 dead blood warriors, but we have become the targets of oppression!"

"How unfair!"

"I can't accept it! The court is stupid and can't bear it anymore!"

A student stood on a chair, bathed in a rain, raising his arms and shouting.

The shouts and the shouts of shaking flags kept echoing and echoing in the square of Jixia Academy.

"We want to seek justice for Mr. Lu! We want justice for the Qingzhou affairs!"

The students in the entire capital, because of the emperor's imperial edict, were actually angry and huge waves surging.

The students of the school who were originally warned and threatened by the court not to marches gathered and began to discuss the marches again.

Even if this parade may lead to death, without Lu Gong’s support, they may be subject to unimaginable suppression.

Even if this parade may be destined to fail, the students' enthusiasm was ignited, and they would vent their anger to the foolish court!

Just as their slogans of parade.

They want justice!

I want an explanation!

The justice that Mr. Lu seeks for Qingzhou is the one that he wants!

...

...

Jixia Academy.

The palace owner's courtyard.

It was light raining in the world, and there was a sense of dignity in the rain.

Li Peijia was wearing a gray robe and plain clothes, dripping with a bit of rain. He was carrying his hands on his back. The banana leaves in the yard were rustling under the wind and rain.

Beside him was a middle-aged female teacher. The female teacher looked very ordinary, but she had a sharp and heroic spirit.

"Master Li, won't we stop it?"

Looking at the noisy school outside the yard and a group of students rushing around and shouting, the female teacher couldn't help but look at the palace master Li Peijia.

Li Peijia is over 60 years old and looks old. However, at this moment, looking at the noisy scene outside the courtyard, a rare smile appeared on his face.

"Stop? Why stop?"

Li Peijia stretched out his hand, and his withered palm caught a few rain. The raindrops fell on his hand, shattered, and a layer of mist scattered.

In a vague way, Li Peijia seemed to be able to see the white air in the mist.

It is vast and contains the universe.

Li Peijia laughed.

"This is a trouble caused by the court. Gong Lu died in Qingzhou in battle. The culprit was the emperor on the dragon throne. If he did not advocate signing the treaty, the ghost clan would not dare to be so unscrupulous."

"It is precisely because the emperors all advocated signing that the Ghost Clan felt that Qingzhou was already their possession. Therefore, the night attack on Qingcheng was just a pre-providing of what belonged to them in advance."

"Therefore, it led to the Qingcheng war and led to the death of Duke Lu. As a result, Duke Lu deserved no honor. If the court shrank his neck and became a hoarse person, he would just scream like this."

"This is to treat all scholars all over the world as fools."

Li Peijia said.

The female teacher heard this and was speechless.

"The court is indeed too much, but... if this continues, the court may suppress it with force. The swords of the people in Dali Temple will be waving at their students, but they will not be ruthless at all."

The female teacher reminded.

"It's okay... Mr. Lu passed away, then this time, I will support them!"

"Besides, don't underestimate scholars."

"Mr. Lu is also a scholar."

Li Peijia's pupils reflected from raindrops on his palms, and a white air that exploded and rose, and he chuckled.

When the female teacher heard this, she was shocked all over and her expression became complicated.

She didn't say anything more, and bowed to Li Peijia with fists and then left the courtyard.

The yard became quiet again.

The rain hits the banana leaves, and the wind blows.

...

...

A storm is brewing in the capital, which does not come from warriors or martial artists.

Instead, students from various schools are all ordinary people, but they are well-read in poetry and books. They have not been influenced by the officialdom's dye vat, and they are full of righteousness.

They just want to seek justice!

However, this storm did not break out so quickly. The longer it brewed, the more terrifying it became!
To be continued...