A group of tribute scholars surrounded Yang Yun and Yarou, ready to fight, which was very meaningful to fight around if there was a disagreement.

The short-dressed scholar who had taken the initiative to provoke trouble said arrogantly: "Boy, it seems that you are really a tribute from Hanzhou... Since you have successfully entered school, let's go to the top of the mountain first... I am Zhang Sheng of Shuzhou, and I have the final say here."

Yang Yun quickly passed through his mind and was sure that he had never heard of the person Zhang Sheng in the Kaiyuan period of the Tang Dynasty, which means that he was simply an insignificant little person in history.

Yang Yun smiled and said, "My name is Yang Yun."

"Whatever your name is? In short, if you want to stay here in the future, you must listen to me... My grandfather is very familiar with the doctoral student in Yizhou. You are the latest to get started and are not old. In the future, you will do whatever you ask you to do. Have you heard it?"

Zhang Sheng said in a threatening tone.

Yang Yun said: "Official studies are a place to study. What else can I do here besides studying? Could it be that I will play ball with a stick like you? Sorry, I'm not good at this."

Zhang Sheng felt embarrassed.

Seeing that Yang Yun turned around and was about to leave, Zhang Sheng went straight over, stretched out his hand, blocked Yang Yun's way, and said, "It seems that you didn't understand... Brothers, hold him down and let him wash his ears well!"

At the greeting of Zhang Sheng, several young men of fifteen or sixteen years old rushed over and wanted to take Yang Yun down. Before they could approach, a man in front fell to the ground by chance. The person behind him was caught off guard and tripped to the ground. Soon, five or six people fell down in front of Yang Yun.

There was no accident. This was Yang Yun's "masterpiece". He would take ruthless measures against Taoist priests who came to provoke the battles at home, but he showed mercy to these ignorant students, just to let them fall and impose a little punishment.

"Why are you so useless? Let you take people and see what you are doing now?" Zhang Sheng looked at the classmate who fell to the ground and shouted loudly.

But obviously Zhang Sheng’s “authority” is not that high. He climbed up on the ground and complained: “Let’s take people, you have your own hands and feet, why not?”

A scholar who was thrown into dust and was covered in dust, spat on the ground, and said dissatisfiedly: "Just just say not to practice fake styles. Zhang Sheng, with your strength, can you subdue this kid? We have worked hard and you scolded him. Is there any reason?"

Yang Yun smiled and said, "Didn't you say what you said counts? Oh, so many people question you, it seems that you are nothing great."

Zhang Sheng felt that his face was a little uneasy, so he rolled up his sleeves and rushed towards Yang Yun. He reached out to grab Yang Yun's collar, but his hands were not enough for Yang Yun. Yang Yun had already taken action. In a flash, he captured Zhang Sheng's right arm.

"call!"

A gust of wind sounded, and Zhang Sheng was grabbed by Yang Yun's arm. Then he felt his body lightening and found himself suddenly jumping into the air more than ten feet high. He was so scared that he opened his teeth and claws and made a "chirp" sound from his mouth.

The people around were stunned. Before they could figure out how all this happened, Zhang Sheng's body had fallen and fell to the ground with a "thump".

"Ouch!"

Zhang Sheng hit the ground with his butt, and screamed in a daze, but he couldn't get up for a long time.

A group of people who were infighting in the first place suddenly became united when they saw this situation. A scholar who had never taken action before shouted: "This kid actually hurts people. If he doesn't teach him a lesson, wouldn't we be disgraced?"

That's it, but everyone was shocked by Yang Yun's move just now, and no one dared to step forward for a while.

Yang Yun looked around, and as far as he saw, all of these people subconsciously took two steps back.

Just at this moment, a loud shout came from the moon gate: "Stop!"

A group of young men wearing uniform blue scholar suits came in from the door, but the one who was the leader was an acquaintance, the king of the Jiannan Jiedushi.

Wang Ji was wearing a brand new Confucian robe, wearing a gauze hat, a leather belt on his waist, and black leather boots on his feet, looking energetic. He walked in front with his head held high, as if he was the leader.

Seeing this, the young tribute tribute from the Guanxue group ignored Yang Yun, and put on his posture and faced uninvited guests.

"They are students of Qingsong Academy, so it's not easy to mess with." Someone muttered behind his back.

Only then did Yang Yun realize that Wang Ji was studying in Qingsong Academy in Chengdu.

Since the Wenweng Shishi Room where he was located was an official school, then Qingsong Academy must be a private school.

Private education has a long history. During the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, the political situation was ups and downs, and the official school was in decline, so private education made great progress. Historical records: "Partners who have experienced careers are everywhere in the countryside; those who have followed the official school travel thousands of miles."

The Tang Dynasty was in power, and private schools continued the development trajectory of the previous dynasty.

By the Kaiyuan period, political innovation, academic evolution, development of the imperial examination system, and changes in the social and economic structure caused major changes in private schools. Masters of Confucianism held private schools one after another, and many children of officials who were born with the qualification to take the imperial examination entered private schools to study.

With the resources of the Jiedushi Mansion owned by Wang Ji, it can naturally easily support the door of Qingsong Academy. The people of Qingsong Academy look very stylish. At a glance, you can tell that it is the children of a family of officials in Chengdu. They are confronted by a group of tribute scholars from various prefectures and counties in Jiannan Road. The atmosphere is tense, and it seems that they will fight together if they are disagreeing.

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Wang Ji ignored Zhang Sheng and others with hatred, and waved to Yang Yun: "Brother Yang, we meet again... Is the admission smooth?

Suddenly, Yang Yun was a little uncomfortable with not calling himself a "master".

A tall and thin young man from Qingsong Academy walked out and asked, "This is the brother Yang you call me? With his genius, he actually studied in an official school. It's a pity! In fact, when you go to Qingsong Academy, you can still get a dissolution. Why should you stay in such a small place?"

Zhang Sheng had almost recovered at this time. Hearing this, he got up from the ground angrily, first patted the dust stained on his clothes, and then asked calmly: "The Yizhou official schools, which have a long history of eight or nine hundred years, are all small places, and the Qingsong Academy, which has been founded for only twenty or thirty years, is even less powerful!"

"you……"

The tall and thin young man glared at Zhang Sheng, rolled up his sleeves, and looked like he was about to fight.

Wang Ji raised his hand to stop Gaoshou Young Master and said, "Brother Liu doesn't have to be as knowledgeable as the people of Guanxue. He agreed to decide the winner in polo, and then he will see the truth on the court."

The young tribute from the officials and scholars were filled with righteous indignation: "Who is afraid of who?"

Wang Ji said: "Everyone is easy to talk about, but Brother Yang is ours. Even if he enters the official school now, he cannot represent you in the polo game a month later."

Wang Ji knew Yang Yun’s skills best. If he went on a competition, he would win with the side of Yang Yun.

Zhang Sheng said angrily: "This kid is not aware of things at all. He offended everyone as soon as he comes. Who would like to play with him? Besides, you say he is yours, and we are afraid that someone will be an undercover agent and expose our trump card! If you have the ability, let him play on your behalf. Do you dare?"

Wang Ji was happy. What he wanted was this effect, so that the other party could give up Yang Yun, the "expert", but he could not show his complacentness in his heart. He said calmly: "Brother Yang has to ask his opinion whether he is going to fight with us. Today is the day he will come to the official school to report. We want to invite him to the banquet."

Zhang Sheng pointed at Yang Yun and asked in surprise: "You are here for him?"

Wang Ji said: "Is it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar? As a landlord, of course you have to do your best when your friends come. In addition, today we are here to inform you of the specific time of the polo competition. On the morning of the ninth day of next month, the Chengnan School will be held. If anyone doesn't go, it means you will admit defeat. You are not qualified to participate in any poetry meeting held in Yizhou in the future."

"Let's see!"

Zhang Sheng gritted his teeth.

Wang Ji smiled and said to Yang Yun: "Brother Yang, you are a newcomer. Please be sure to enjoy your face and have a banquet with us. At that time, I will introduce you to some friends, and you will be your own people in the future."
Chapter completed!