Hundreds of rivers flow!

When Lu Jing answered, his tone was serious and careful.

Even though he still has shackles on his hands, even though behind him are the young ministers of Dali Temple and the two temple tigers escorting him, even though the person questioning him is Jiang Baishi, the chief minister of Taishu Pavilion at that time!

But he still said the word "no regrets".

Jiang Baishi looked down at him.

There were many people on both sides of the street who heard Lu Jing's words, and they passed them from word to mouth. The words were calm and did not seem to be mixed with many mighty and thunderous words, so they were passed from mouth to mouth.

In the eyes of countless people, the white cow, the chariot, the noble man, and the tall and tall young man seemed to form an indescribable scene.

It's as if Mount Cuiwei is about to collapse and pour down, breaking the paths of many people.

So there was a young man who was not that tall and weak, with shackles on his hands, and he used his shoulders and spine, full of blood and youthful loyalty, to hold up the collapsing mountain.

This feeling is quite strange.

It was the princess with a high level of cultivation who couldn't help but picture this strange scene in her mind after hearing Lu Jing's few whispers.

Princess Chong’an didn’t realize it was weird at all!

"The First Assistant asked him if he was helping him or if he wanted to get him off the hook. Lu Jing only had to answer that he regretted it and that he shouldn't have been so impulsive. This would be easier for Lu Jing.

It’s just...Lu Jing..."

Princess Chong'an turned her head and, like everyone else here, looked at the young gentleman who had become famous in Taixuanjing in a very short time, but she didn't know where his persistence came from.

"Perhaps it comes from the long-standing quagmire in the Lu family, and from the misery of Qing Yue who depends on her for life."

Princess Chong'an couldn't help but think so.

When Jiang Baishi vaguely admitted in his words that Xu Baiyan had committed great evil, Jingyin Street became even more silent.

Many people on this street also witnessed Lu Jingjian beheading Xu Baiyan under the Misty Rain Bridge that night!

Lu Jing's decisiveness when he wielded his sword with an expressionless face, and Feng Lei's impassioned expression when he composed his vow to kill, all echoed in their minds.

Especially the young scholars, their faces are all red at this moment!

They gritted their teeth, with Lu Jing's casual words just now still echoing in their minds.

Words are like ripples in the breeze.

When it falls on the ears of these scholars who have read the words of saints for a long time, it is like stars falling, mountains collapsing, and rivers flowing into the sea!

"gentlemen……"

When countless people were silent, a swordsman was depressed, but he tried his best to speak loudly: "There is so much suffering in the world, and there are countless thorns on the road.

You are holding the sword today to kill the injustice. Only by not regretting can you live up to the words of the sage. You are not killing the injustice with random thoughts, and you are not using force to disrupt the ban!

You use the words of the Holy King to kill injustice, cut down thorns, and eliminate suffering.

Although he is a young man, he is willing to bear the shackles for justice and dares to be furious for justice. Please accept...student's bow."

The sword took a step forward, facing Lu Jing from a distance...

Take the disciple’s salute and bow!

As soon as the swordsman bowed, another poor scholar said loudly: "Sir's sword is like the bright sun, his writing is like the whistling wind and thunder, and his three-foot sword is as powerful as Mount Tai. Every word and every action expresses the spirit in my chest!"

Yu's family is poor, and he studied at a young age, but because he was poor and short of breath, he could not develop a strong body. In the face of the teacher, I realized that all the young people in the world can't be judged by their origins. Thank you, Mr.

…

On both sides of Jingyin Street, many young scholars saluted Lu Jing, and many library students thanked Lu Jing.

Many people watching seemed to be affected by this scene.

In today's world, ordinary people naturally have a kind of respect for scholars.

When many scholars respected Lu Jing so much in front of them, these common people finally began to think more...

——The incorruptible Jiang Shoufu, who is admired by all the people in Dafu, has bluntly said that Xu Baiyan is evil!

They thought again of countless scholars writing in the streets and alleys.

I thought of the shocking words in it, of those innocent children, and then of my own children.

With various thoughts.

The shackled young man in the distance, but with his back still straight and not bent at all, now looked so fearless, so... tall.

Just like what Jiang Shoufu said!

This young man named Lu Jing was only seventeen or eighteen years old. He only had to follow the steps step by step, preach the teachings carefully, and practice seriously, and he achieved achievements that ordinary people could never imagine.

If he didn't have pure energy, if he didn't have the passion for justice, why would he be able to kill evildoers with his sword, and why would he be a prisoner of this rank?

…

With all these factors in mind, the way many people looked at Lu Jing had clearly changed.

The girl Hancai next to Pei Yingui opened her mouth. After a long time, she lowered her head and said, "Miss, the Third Emperor...the Third Young Master was also trying to make a living for the common people at that time."

Pei Yingui's body suddenly trembled, probably because he remembered something terrible, and he took a deep breath before calming down.

She whispered: "Most of the people who killed him have fallen to the ground, and only one person is left sitting high on the throne.

No need to rush!”

Pei Yingui and Miss Hancai squeezed out of the crowd, but suddenly stopped, stood on tiptoe, and glanced at the young man's back.

She had no reason to think of the young man who pretended to be drunk and broke a bottle of precious sake in order to help several children escape danger that night on Yanglu Street.

"It's not surprising." Pei Yingui fluttered in white clothes and left Jingyin Street.

In the distance, Jiang Baishi was still looking down at the scene.

His eyes were as deep as ever, but he frowned: "You know, there are many things that cannot be impulsive. The emperor regards you as a noble noble. You kill people with a sword to uphold the words of the sage. He cannot bear the appearance of evildoers in this clear world and does not want to be ashamed.

The word Qinggui.

But there are many energetic people in the world who cannot see good and evil. What if they draw their swords and commit crimes based on their own thoughts?

You also need to seriously reflect on this matter."

Jiang Baishi said this.

Lu Jing looked at Jiang Baishi with a hint of gratitude.

Jiang Baishi is the chief assistant of Taishu Pavilion. There is a reason why he is asking in front of so many people at this moment.

Naturally, Lu Jing could also tell that Jiang Baishi had grasped the number "The Emperor points me to be noble" that he deliberately left in his slogan, and wanted to use it to help him.

So Lu Jing raised his locked hands and saluted Jiang Baishi.

Jiang Baishi nodded slowly.

Behind him, the young minister of Dali Temple and the two temple tigers bowed respectfully.

The young minister of Dali Temple wearing a high crown was much more solemn when he spoke to Lu Jing.

"Mr. Lu Jing, please."

Lu Jing nodded slightly and continued to move forward.

Many scholars also saluted.

Someone shouted: "Sir, you punish the lawless with the words of the sage. What crime do you have? The disciples of the library are waiting for your safe return!"

Then, there was another familiar figure in the distance.

The voice had a strong physique, a resolute face, and a beautiful beard hanging down. He laughed loudly and said: "Mr. Lu Jing did not use force to cause chaos, but used the words of the sage to kill evildoers and arouse the justice of many young people in Taixuanjing! This is thunderous,

To avoid the turmoil, please sir, keep your heart upright, be impartial, and set an example for young people all over the world!"

When Lu Jing heard this familiar voice, he turned his head and saw Guan Changsheng, several library gentlemen, Yuan Zhushan, Jiang Hu and many other library disciples standing on the street.

These library gentlemen and library disciples showed admiration on their faces and held court.

When Lu Jing saw these people, he couldn't help but smile.

In addition to admiration, the faces of several library gentlemen and library disciples also showed some worry.

But there was no trace of worry in Guan Changsheng's eyes, instead there was a hint of smile.

So Lu Jing also smiled at them and said loudly: "Awaken the bright moon, shine on me full of ice and snow, and let hundreds of rivers flow!

Lu Jing is honored and would like to thank you all."

His tone was full of joy and joy, as if he was delighted to see so many people of the same mind.

When his laughter fell, he turned around and walked forward without looking back.

At this moment, even the young minister of Dali Temple was following behind him.

Lu Jing took the lead and walked with his head held high.

If there were no shackles that locked his hands, people on the street might have thought that the Dali Temple Shaoqing and the two temple tigers behind him were his followers and not the people escorting him.

However... the shackles on Lu Jing's hands suddenly trembled slightly.
To be continued...