Lu Gong did not expect that Liu Xiangqing would be so scrupleless and completely ignore Zhang Yizhi's existence.

He used this method to directly seize Mingzhi Academy.

Lu Gong was deeply moved. These local officials could really do everything for the sake of their interests.

"If you lose, I will lose!" Zhang Yizhi shook his head, his face full of bitterness. "Even if scholars are like this, this Huachao is hopeless."

The old man seemed to have suddenly lost all his energy, and the aura that had originally gathered because of his arrival in his hometown suddenly dissipated.

Looking at the vermilion gate not far away, he suddenly squatted on the ground. At this time, he was no longer the prime minister alone, but an ordinary old man in his twilight years.

He sat on the side of the road, looking at the crowd coming and going, but his eyes became more and more firm.

Lu Gong didn't know how to comfort him.

Until the old man stood up again and strode towards the familiar old alley.

Lu Gong floated on the wall of the yard, watching the old man strode in, put a stack of silver notes on the square table in the lobby, and then quickly left.

At dusk, the reading sound of Mingzhi Academy finally stopped, and more than a dozen carriages led the children of each family away.

Zhang Yizhi, who returned to the entrance of the academy, said in a hoarse voice: "Lu Gong, accompany me in and get my own things back."

"Okay, Mr. Zhang." Lu Gong looked at his choice and whispered.

The old man took a deep breath and strode towards the academy.

Several soldiers noticed something abnormal and walked forward with their guns. But before they could take action, screams rang out.

Several people have completely fainted.

The old man kicked open the gate of the academy.

The scholar Changfeng arrived with four teachers. Seeing this scene, he shouted angrily: "Old Zhang, are you going to be an enemy of the entire Nanlin City?"

"Be an enemy of the entire Nanlin City?" Zhang Yizhi suddenly laughed.

He strode towards the depths of the academy, his palms trembled slightly due to excitement.

The five people caught up and wanted to stop them, but were blown away by a strong wind.

Zhang Yizhi walked into the school, held a candlestick and ignited the gauze curtain next to him. In the thick smoke, he quickly found large pieces of books, used them as fire tips, and stacked wooden tables one by one.

When the books and bamboo books were lit, Zhang Yizhi's hand did not tremble any more.

The five teachers watched this scene and were inexplicably frightened, but found that they could not move at all, let alone stop them.

The rolling smoke rose into the sky, and after a moment, the entire Mingzhi Academy was shrouded in a fire.

Zhang Yiyi held a chair in his hand and walked slowly towards the gate of the academy.

When he arrived at the door, he placed his chair in the middle of the road and sat upright.

Lu Gong floated and landed beside him.

The five teachers ran away screaming. In the distance, many people saw thick smoke and fire, and rushed over, but they did not intend to put out the fire. They just watched from a distance and talked a lot.

Facing more and more people, Zhang Yizhi was still sitting on the chair of the Grand Master and said aloud: "Today, I, Zhang Yizhi, personally ruined Mingzhi Academy, to give an explanation to the villagers!"

"What Mingzhi Academy wants is just to open a way for poor children in the world and let civil servants in the world follow their example."

"It has become what it is today, and it has my responsibility. Here, I apologize to all the villagers."

"Now, I am old and can't do anything anymore. Using this plan to show my sincerity is just like the name of this academy, just to "express my ambition."

The hoarse voice was sonorous and powerful, falling into everyone's ears.

Soon someone guessed the identity of the old man and exclaimed.

The news spreads to ten, and ten spreads to hundreds, and the whole street is full of people.

At this time, Zhang Yizhi was sitting on the chair of the Grand Master, like a true scholar who was not surprised by his favor and disgrace. Every word and word expressed his true heart.

His life seemed to flow backwards, his face was rosy and his voice was full of energy.

Soon, a group of officers and soldiers rushed over with spears, and the people retreated one after another.

Lu Gong glanced at the old man and smiled and said, "Old Zhang is asking me a problem."

"Hahaha, Lu Gong. How about being crazy with me, an old guy?" Zhang Yizhi laughed out loud, and was unmoved at all when facing the soldiers who had already attacked.

"As you wish!" Lu Gong floated up, his voice fell, and a long sword had already broken through the air, and blood splashed everywhere he went.

The screams of dozens of soldiers echoed on the streets, and the people had retreated far away.

After dozens of soldiers, the chariots and horses of the Duwei Mansion arrived. Just looking at the situation on the street, the dozen new horses didn't even have the courage to step forward.

They looked from afar and cursed something, but Lu Gong could no longer hear clearly.

Behind him, a rolling wave of heat surged, and amid the fires all over the sky, Mingzhi Academy has gradually become a ruin.

"Brothers, rush and kill this old thief!"

The captain of Dunyi County could not help but roared and rushed over first.

But he was still in front of him and a long sword cut off his head.

Behind, more than a dozen war horses were silent and subconsciously retreated.

In the light of fire, Zhang Yizhi finally stood up. He bowed to the people around him and jumped into the carriage.

"Friends, please believe that the world will get better and better!"

The carriage galloped out and quickly left Dunyi County.

Lu Gong fell behind him, his heart was in a state of great excitement, and at this moment, it seemed that there were thousands of passions stuffed into his chest.

In front of me, Zhang Yizhi's clothes were roaring in the wind.

Lu Gong looked at it intently and saw that the old and weak returned home no longer had the old and weak person, but a scholar with high spirits.

The white hair was floating in the wind, and the long whip in the old man's hand became faster and faster.

The carriage was getting faster and faster, and the old man's aura became more and more powerful, as if the fire from the academy had also ignited him.

Nanlin City was near before my eyes, and dozens of soldiers under the city gate were checking. When they heard the sound of rolling wheels, they suddenly turned around.

A fire rushes directly past, and dozens of soldiers are blown away.

The carriage galloped along the street, and wherever it went, it was like wind and fire passing through the border, and flames splashed across the entire street.

The carriage suddenly started to burn, and the horses in front were also shrouded in fireworks.

It was the first time that Lu Gong saw such a strange phenomenon. He was on the carriage, but he didn't feel the heat at all. He only felt the coolness, refreshing.

Countless people also saw this terrifying scene and rushed to the streets.

Zhang Yizhi walked on a horse, his eyes became more and more firm, and his clothes were burning. The blue flame seemed to be attached to it, but it did not hurt the body at all.

Lu Gong felt that his heart was filled with passion. Looking around, not far ahead, there was already the prefect of the Nanlin Prefecture.

"Liu Xiangqing, come out and die!" The old man pulled the reins and the horse stopped in front of the mansion.
Chapter completed!