Chapter 130: Second Sighting Mei Qingchen

Outside Sima Mansion, the sound of thunder and rain subsided.

In the main hall, in front of the wall made of mountains, rivers and strange stones, Sima Liang sat upright on the armchair he usually sat on, but his hands were tightly gripping the armrests of the chair.

After a moment, the whitened fingers fell down weakly, the head tilted, and the lifeless eyes looked forward.

Until his death, he never figured out why Confucianism harmed his son and then himself!

Zhou Tiege pulled out his gun with all the passion of a top fourth-grade cultivator.

In the illusory Yellow Spring behind him, there was also a Yin soldier similar to Sima Liang. This was his own method. The Yin soldiers that could be condensed by borrowing the illusory long river were limited. He had been reluctant to use them before, but today he let Sima Liang, a famous fourth-rank master, use them.

The same penetrating wound on Zhou Tiege's neck healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the past, he could only temporarily seal the wound with his own blood and energy.

However, after having the [Blood God Son], although he did not have the corresponding authority, his physical talents further increased. Coupled with his already condensed golden muscles and jade bones, for a moment he actually had the illusion of an immortal body.

Another huge gain is the black and white texts in my spirit that connect life and death.

These two words embody the feelings of a Confucian and a famous scholar on the way of life and death.

For anyone, as long as they can comprehend it, it is enough to serve as the foundation for entering the upper three levels of Taoism.

This is a great opportunity!

Just as Zhou Tiege was realizing himself, the rest of the people in the hall began to react.

The master is dead!

The master who was a fourth-rank official in the dynasty and was feared by all officials is dead!

And he died at home!
Screams echoed throughout the Sima Mansion.

The candlestick flipped over, flames surged, and everyone tried desperately to run out and away from the person standing proudly in the middle.

The other party dared to break into Sima Mansion in Yujing Mountain and kill the fourth-rank censor. They were definitely not able to contend with him.

At this time, several tall figures stepped into the mansion.

A Da and his five men formed a battle formation and trapped the remaining guests in Sima Mansion.

Shentu Yuan was wearing a dog suit and had a cold smile on his bear-like face.

He drew out his long knife and chopped down a maid who was trying to run away, without any mercy.

The general flag brought him here today and asked him to enter Sima Mansion. Shentu Yuan certainly understood what he meant.

Brother General wants to do great things, so it is not right for him to bully the weak.

But he was just a small flag.

Under the general flag bearer, you must always play some role.

Being able to kill, to take the blame, and not being soft-hearted are the greatest roles!

The long swords kept falling, and Shen Tu Yuan's body and face were covered with blood. However, in his dantian, the martial arts will that had been worn away by eating, drinking, whoring and gambling quickly condensed and turned into the appearance of a flying bear.

Tonight, all the relatives and retainers of the Sima Mansion must be killed, and the rest of the slaves who are more than three years old will be killed, and the rest will be exiled thousands of miles away. This is political fighting!
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The heavy rain in Yujing Mountain tonight finally subsided.

The rainwater flowed down the waterway built by the Mohists.

There were few ordinary people on the twelfth floor, let alone on this rainy night. Two peerless horses pulled a bronze carriage and rushed along the road. The wheels forged from red copper directly crushed the water, making a tiny sound on the bluestone road.

When the bronze carriage arrived in front of the Noon Gate, the thin driver with white hair on the carriage frame respectfully opened the curtain.

Behind the curtain, a handsome young man wearing a flying eagle-embroidered robe and a golden crown on his head poked his head out. With a smile on his face and a lunch box in his hand, he looked at the sage who was still kneeling upright on the white jade square.

But unlike the last time when he was suppressed by the Confucian luck, this time, he looked at it carefully for a while and then chuckled.

Tonight, the pawn is crossing the river, and the general is a Confucian sage!

After getting off the carriage, Zhou Tieyi walked briskly to Mei Qingchen.

Mei Qingchen sensed it the moment Zhou Tieyi stepped into the square. He not only sensed Zhou Tieyi, but also the battle on Yujing Mountain.

"How is Brother Wenyuan?"

This was the first time that Mei Qingchen took the initiative to speak to Zhou Tieyi. He knelt for a long time, his voice was cold and hoarse, but it was like a sharp blade that had been repeatedly sharpened on stone, which could directly pierce into people's hearts and force them to answer truthfully.

Zhou Tieyi looked down at Mei Qingchen, put down the luxurious lunch box in his hand that was kept warm with inkstone, and revealed the back of his left hand, on which was written the word "righteousness" as if it had been branded with an iron.

"He played a game of chess with me, and he refused to admit defeat. He used his own life to set up another game, saying that he would let his apprentice beat me in ten years."

A surge of murderous intent filled Zhou Tieyi's mind, which was ten times more terrifying than when he faced Che Wenyuan!
Zhou Tieyi did not move, nor was he afraid. Instead, he looked at the kneeling Mei Qingchen with a complicated look.

This saint is also a human being.

"Father."

A soft call interrupted the silent gaze between Zhou Tieyi and Mei Qingchen.

Mei Qingchen then looked at the other person.

The anger in his eyes turned into disbelief.

"You...what's wrong with you?"

Even if Zhou Tieyi brought his son's body today, Mei Qingchen would not be so surprised.

but……

Is this still his son?
Mei Juncang was thin and tall, with a head full of white hair tied with a red rope. He followed Zhou Tieyi respectfully and politely. When his eyes looked at him, there was a feeling of being as clear as a mirror.

Mei Juncang sneered, "No wonder father didn't recognize me. The Confucian officials in the court these days saw father kneeling here. I'm afraid they wouldn't tell father what happened to me, right?"

Mei Qingchen was silent for a long time. He sighed and said, "Did this kid take advantage of you?"

Mei Juncang laughed again, but this time he laughed out loud, and even laughed until tears came out. He wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, "Father, the teacher didn't use me. The teacher taught me the truth. Isn't this what you want to see? How come, in your father's eyes, you Confucians teach people, but now you are taking advantage of people? I understand, it must be that you, father, have been used by Confucianism, so you think so!"

"Of course, the changes in me are due to them. They will naturally not tell you who is kneeling here."

His words "you Confucians" shocked Mei Qingchen. He didn't know what was going on, and he didn't even know whether the change in his son was good or bad!
After just a few words, he already knew that his son had transformed.

If it were in the past, he would have been extremely happy, and it would not have been an exaggeration to even prepare a banquet for Zhou Tieyi. But today, under such circumstances, he was so confused that he was in a state of mind, and all kinds of thoughts came to his mind.

Finally, it turned into a question, and I asked myself that teacher who had all the power in the world and was the leader of Confucianism.

Teacher, what did you do?!

(End of this chapter)