The scholars emboldened each other, went out in a loud voice, killed the guards, and fled to the south gate.

There are tens of thousands of soldiers stationed around Daci Temple. It is impossible to say that they did not hear the sound. However, the bloody terror in the past few months has made everyone in the house feel in danger. If they heard it, they would just pretend not to hear it, for fear of getting into trouble.

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The person on duty tonight is the former military governor Bai Wenxuan. His foot was injured on the battlefield and he was known as the "Lame General". He neither dared to get angry nor speak out about Lao Longzai's various cruel acts. When he heard the report, he was

Intentionally or unintentionally, I was delayed for half an hour.

In this half hour, the scholars were able to run to the south gate, but they were blocked by the closed city gate. The gatekeepers did not dare to slack off. If they let these people out, their heads would fall to the ground.

The scholars repeated their old tricks and marched in noisily, but unfortunately this place was not as good as Daci Temple. It was the most tightly guarded from morning to night, so it was not easy for people like them with no strength to restrain a chicken.

Suddenly there was a loud sound of fire and gunfire, and arrows rained like rain. The people running in front fell one after another. The people behind continued to rush forward, and finally got close to the city gate. The door bolt was too high and could not be reached. In panic,

I was at a loss what to do.

Bai Wenxuan ordered his soldiers to shoot from a long distance away, and he was about to reach the city gate with a large number of troops.

The scholars cried out hopelessly. Even if they did not die here, they would not be able to escape the fate of being captured and skinned.

Suddenly, a man in a green robe flew out of the water of Jinjiang River, shouted loudly, passed through the crowd, pulled the bolt of the door, and opened the city gate.

The crowd swarmed out, panicking and not knowing where to escape. Several monks and Taoists came forward and led them towards Jinjiang Pier.

The monks and Taoists snatched several boats from the Daxi Army and asked them to get on board quickly, cut off the cables, set sails along the current, and left Chengdu like an arrow.

The Daxi Army lost its ship, how could it let it go? They pursued it closely, and the sound of cannons was heard all the way.

Brother Yang Zhan had been awakened early and hurried to Wangjiang Tower to see what was going on. He only heard the sound of gunfire coming towards Meizhou, getting closer and closer. He didn't know what happened in Chengdu.

Yang Zhan shouted: "Jian Kuan, please take a few boats to see near Xinjin. If you are one of your own, take care of them."

No one answered. Everyone was here, and only those who were lacking were forgiven.

Yang Zhan stamped his feet and ran down the mountain. Except Uncle Dingzhen, who was looking after the house, everyone else followed him.

As soon as their ship entered Xinjin, they picked up these people.

However, seeing that Kuan was not there, Yang Zhan became even more anxious when he asked.

Those monks and Taoists were always inseparable from Jian Kuan. No matter what happened, they would always go around Chengdu with him to look for ways to eliminate Zhang Xianzhong.

Today, while everyone was asleep, they quietly reached Chengdu. When they heard the roar of fire and gunfire inside the south gate, and heard the noise and wailing of the crowd, they guessed that the scholars were escaping.

These monks and Taoists could only stay outside the gate. Jian Kuan sneaked into the Jinjiang River, used water escape techniques, and entered the city. Later, they took the people who rushed out of the city gate on boats and protected them all the way to here.

Didn't see him anymore.

Yang Zhan asked them to bring these scholars to Pengshan City for resettlement. He and his brothers then went to Chengdu to look for Jian Kuan.

They abandoned the ship and landed, performed Qinggong, and soon arrived at the South Gate.

Outside the city gate, there were mountains of corpses.

They thought that if they were clever and wide-minded, they would not become Daxi's target, so they also sneaked into the city from Jinjiang River.

After the fierce sound of firecrackers just now, Chengdu returned to deathly silence.

The brothers braved the cold and flew between the houses in the ancient city. This place was once their home, but now it was occupied by the devil.

They entered the Shu Palace and were surprised to find that Zhang Xianzhong did not live here at all. Of course he would not give them a chance to assassinate this cunning yellow tiger.

In Bai Wenxuan's room, they found Jian Kuan. Because, in the dark night, only that room was still lit.

Jian Kuan was seriously injured and was lying on Bai Wenxuan's bed. The doctor was taking out the arrowheads one by one from his body.

Brother Yang Zhan effortlessly tapped the acupuncture points of Bai Wenxuan and the doctor to check Jian Kuan's injuries. It was so miserable! His body was almost covered with gunshot wounds and arrow wounds. If it weren't for his strong martial arts, how could he still be alive?

Yang Zhan unblocked Bai Wenxuan's acupuncture points and asked, "What's going on? Are you saving him? Or harming him?"

Bai Wenxuan said: "General Yang, can't you see that I am saving him? Back in Guangyuan, I also received favors from you, especially when I saw Kuan Daxia treat me the best. I will never repay favors with hatred."

"Then what happened to him?"

"See Kuan Daxia is really a hero! It was he who opened the south gate and let those scholars out. And he was the one who defended them from the pursuit by himself. When I almost caught up to Jinjiang Pier, I found that he was covered with arrows.

He fell down in the grass on the roadside like a hedgehog, so I asked my soldiers to get him back secretly."

The fellow apprentices gathered around Jian Kuan, weeping, and quickly unblocked the doctor's acupuncture points, asking him to continue treating Jian Kuan.

How to get Jian Kuan out is a difficult problem.

Bai Wenxuan said: "If you can trust me, let him recover here. After he recovers, I will find an opportunity to send him to Meizhou."

Yuanhong said: "You are Zhang Xianzhong's adopted son, who knows what kind of medicine you are selling in your gourd!"

Bai Wenxuan smiled bitterly and said: "My adopted son is far behind. Since I became a cripple, I have not been taken seriously by others."

Fei Xiaojin took the opportunity to ask: "Where does Zhang Xianzhong live now?"

Bai Wenxuan gave another wry smile, "I know you want to assassinate him, but he is my foster father after all. No matter he is a hero or a devil, he is still my foster father."

Pingxi said coldly: "Even if he kills people like crazy, even if he is inhumane, do you still want to follow him?"

Bai Wenxuan smiled sadly, "As a son of man, do I have a choice?"

Yang Zhan was worried that if he continued talking, Ping Xi would kill Bai Wenxuan, so he brought the topic back to Jian Kuan.

"General Bai, I know you are a loyal person. You were able to save my junior brother today. I will remember this great kindness and I will repay you later. The most important thing for a person is keeping your word. I believe you will keep your promise and send my junior brother back smoothly."

Meizhou. In order to avoid causing trouble to you, we take our leave. One last word of advice, don’t help the evildoers again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the four people drifted away.

Bai Wenxuan was speechless. He wanted to tell a few words for himself, but no one was willing to listen.

Less than 3,000 scholars from Daci Temple were rescued to Meizhou. More than 1,000 people were beaten to death at the south gate, and more than 1,000 people died outside the city. Finally, those who were captured and taken back to Daci Temple were:

Twelve thousand people.

When Lao Wansui heard the news, he was furious. The next day, he went to Daci Temple in person, selected more than a hundred people he disliked, and killed them immediately.

In order to prevent the scholars from escaping again, Lao Wansui ordered strict supervision. Because he had not yet figured out how to deal with these people in order to extinguish the anger in his heart.

More than ten days later, Lao Long live suddenly issued an imperial edict, and the scholars hurriedly knelt down to listen.

Wang Zhaolin read loudly:

"The Emperor Chengyun issued an edict: I work hard every day and have no time to take exams for the students, so I have kept everyone waiting. It is freezing cold, and the New Year is approaching, and I cannot go home to reunite with my relatives. I really can't bear it, so I am ordering officials from all over the country to

We will take all the students under our jurisdiction back to their hometowns tomorrow, and in the spring of the third year of Dashun, we will notify you later to organize the examination. I appreciate this!"

When the scholars heard that they could go home, they couldn't help but cheered like thunder and shouted "Long live forever".

Early the next morning, Wang Zhaolin came to Daci Temple in full military uniform. He hung a rope at the entrance of Daci Temple, four feet above the ground, and ordered that anyone who was young and less than four feet tall was not allowed to take a step out of the temple gate. There were two

A small candidate, no taller than the rope, was left in the temple, feeling depressed. He watched helplessly as his companions walked out of the temple gate and stood in line, wondering what kind of misfortune would befall him.

All the scholars lined up in a county-based unit. At the head of each team was a tall soldier holding a tall pole and hanging a white flag with the words: Scholars of a certain county in a certain state.

From Daci Temple to the South City Gate, tens of thousands of Daxi Army soldiers, fully clothed and armed with steel knives, stood on three floors, like a wall, leaving only a path in the middle for the scholars to pass.

The scholars secretly rejoiced and filed into the city gate.

Lao Wansui, surrounded by civil and military officials, stood on the city wall and faced the scholars.

"You Shu bastards, it is you who betrayed my old emperor, not my old emperor who betrayed you! Aren't you going to Meizhou to seek refuge with Yang Zhan? Today, I will help you! Come on, leave the city one by one! Swordsman and axe, send them off.

They're on their way."

The swordsmen and axemen came with their claws and teeth, and the scholars who left the city were knocked off their luggage, stripped of their clothes, led to the Nanmen Bridge, and chopped into the water.

One goes out of the city, one is captured, and so on, they go out one by one, kill one by one, and kill them all until midnight. The river is completely red, and the corpses are accumulating to block its flow.

Lao Longzai had been standing guard on the city wall, watching the massacre with great joy. He laughed and sighed and shook his head from time to time.

"I uphold the heaven of Shu and the land of Shu, and you still want to betray me. This is the fate of betrayers!"

Suddenly, a fire broke out in the city. Lao Wansui shuddered in his heart and ordered people to investigate. Someone came to report that the fire was in the Confucian Temple.

Lao Wansui was even more surprised and asked Wang Zhaolin, Prime Minister Zuo: "Does Saint Kong not want us to kill these scholars?"

"No! This is what Sage Kong told us that Sichuan's cultural destiny has come to an end." Wang Zhaolin replied.
Chapter completed!