Five hundred and seventieth chapters father Zhongcai appearance
"Since you are still young and ignorant of things, I will spare you a small favor. All you need to do is face the south, kowtow and say sorry to the people in the south, and the matter will be over."
Zhang Xiaozhu's tone of voice was very much like an elder scolding a younger generation, and in his heart he really regarded Zhong Youwu as an ignorant child, but in fact he was only two years older than Zhong Youwu.
His actual age is indeed not very old, but his mental and psychological age is much older than Zhong Youwu. With all his experiences this year, let alone Zhong Youwu, a student who has not left the academy, he is probably just some old man who has gone through many vicissitudes of life.
They are all too late.
Zhong Youwu was frightened by Zhang Xiaozu's old and angry appearance. He suppressed his anger and asked in a low voice: "How old are you this year?"
"Seventeen." Zhang Xiaozu replied.
"Fuck!" Zhong Youwu was furious on the spot after hearing this. He almost lost his breath and his liver and lungs exploded. He stared at Zhang Xiaopou with his round eyes and roared: "You are only two years older than me, how dare you do it in front of me?"
You are betraying your old age, and you are also lecturing me with arrogant words, you are really humiliating me."
Zhang Xiaozu looked at Zhong Youwu's furious state and couldn't help laughing. He waved his hands and said, "You are thinking too much. I didn't mean to bully you. I just asked you to apologize to the people in the South who were humiliated by you."
"Ha, you want me to apologize? What a loud tone!" Zhong Youwu sneered, then his eyes turned cold and he shouted: "Do you know where you are stepping on?"
"Where?" Zhang Xiaozu asked.
"This is the arena of life and death!" Zhong Youwu shouted word for word.
"Oh, so what?" Zhang Xiaozhu asked casually.
"Hmph!" Zhong Youwu snorted coldly and said with a serious look: "It is easy for you to come to this arena of life and death, but it will be difficult to leave."
"It's not difficult, at least you can't keep me." Zhang Xiaozu smiled, then waved to Zhong Youwu and said: "If you want to fight, just be quick, and when you're done, apologize obediently, and don't say harsh words like children bickering.
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"You -" Zhong Youwu was furious and nodded angrily towards Zhang Xiaozu: "Okay, since you are seeking death yourself, don't blame me for being ruthless. Look at the boxing!"
After saying the word "Fist", he pushed his feet on the ground and spread out his fists. Like a tiger descending from the mountain, it pounced on Zhang Xiaopeng.
"Okay!" Someone in the audience immediately clapped and cheered.
"Young Master Zhong, there is no need to hold back, teach this arrogant southerner a lesson!" Someone shouted loudly towards the ring.
"Master, be careful!" Only Li Ran clenched his fists nervously, worried for Zhang Xiaozu.
It was too late, but it was too late. Zhong Youwu's fist hit Zhang Xiaopou in an instant.
Zhang Xiaozu smiled indifferently and flicked his sleeves. However, instead of fighting back, he put his hands behind his back and said, "I've made you two years older, so I'll give you two hands."
"Ah -" Zhong You's martial energy exploded in his liver and lungs, and he let out a hysterical roar. At the same time, the true energy in his body surged wildly towards his right fist, and he wanted to punch Zhang Xiaopou's mouth to pieces.
This punch carried both a thousand catties of power and a monstrous fury, yet Zhang Xiaopou easily dodged it by turning his head.
Zhang Xiaozu turned his head to avoid it and at the same time took a step forward. His body bumped into Zhong Youwu's arms, and his shoulders hit his chest.
There was a dull thud.
Zhong Youwu screamed, and his body flew backwards. He felt as if someone had hit his chest with a hammer, and his internal organs almost spurted out from his throat.
"Ahem..." Zhong Youwu lay on the ground, holding his chest with both hands. His face turned purple from holding back his breath before he finally regained his breath. His chest rose and fell violently, and he gasped and coughed.
"Are you still fighting?" Zhang Xiaozu asked.
"No - no more fighting! No more fighting!" Hearing this, Zhong Youwu quickly stretched out a hand and waved it towards Zhang Xiaopeng.
Zhang Xiaozu's shoulder collision made him feel as if he had died once, and he never wanted to experience it again.
Moreover, he is self-aware, and he already knows the huge gap between his own strength and Zhang Xiaopou. At the same time, he also understands why Zhang Xiaopou is so arrogant, because he has the capital of arrogance.
"If you don't fight, then apologize." Zhang Xiaopou said.
Zhong Youwu said nothing.
Zhang Xiaozu added: "It's useless to cheat. You have to be like a man and have the courage to admit your mistakes."
"I'm not wrong." Zhong Youwu yelled, scratching his neck.
Zhang Xiaozu shook his head, but he was not angry. Instead, he patiently said: "The southern border has been hit by a drought for more than a year. During this period, there was no rain. The crops in the fields of the people were not harvested. At home, there was no harvest.
The grain bag in the grain tank is not bottomless and will be eaten up.
You can count on your fingers and think about how much food you eat in a day, how much food your family eats in a day, how much food you need in total in a year, how much food do people have to have in their homes to keep up with the drought?"
Listening to Zhang Xiaozu's words, although the students in the audience did not respond, they were already calculating silently in their hearts. Zhong Youwu on the stage also secretly calculated.
It’s not that they didn’t know, it was only now that they realized that they seemed to have taken it for granted.
Just listen to Zhang Xiaozu continue to say: "The drought is raging, the rivers are drying up, and the wells are drying up. The people have to exchange the meager grains at home for water. But water is as expensive as oil, and a bag of grain can't even exchange for half a bucket of water."
.You can calculate how much food the people need to survive the drought? Is it as easy as you think?"
All the students couldn't help but blush and dodge their eyes, not daring to look at Zhang Xiaopou.
Zhang Xiaozu took a breath and continued: "The Daya Army took advantage of the dry underground river to sneak past our Yancheng Fortress and sneak attack on Baiyun City behind us.
Qin Zhenghao, the lord of Baiyun City, led tens of thousands of soldiers defending the city in Baiyun City. Faced with an army of millions or even nearly ten million, they fought bravely and eventually died on the battlefield.
The old prince Su Hanlin dragged his old man into battle, put on armor, and led the remaining soldiers of Baiyun City to guard the gate of Baiyun City.
The battle in Yancheng was even more brutal. The rebels and Big-Toothed Dogs secretly colluded to attack Yancheng from the north and the south. The powerful Big-Toothed Stars did not hesitate to defy the saint's order to attack our city wall.
The soldiers suffered numerous casualties and blood flowed like rivers, but not one of them retreated timidly. They even jumped off the city wall with the big-toothed dog that had attacked the city wall, and died together with the big-toothed dog.
And you are actually talking nonsense here, insulting those soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the country and made great achievements in battle, and think that they are nothing but a waste of money, don't you feel ashamed?"
The audience was completely silent. Many people felt ashamed and lowered their heads with blushes.
"It's all up to you to tell the truth, who knows whether it's true or false."
"That is, if our Central City had not sent out troops to support in time, would you have been able to destroy the big-toothed dogs and the rebels on your own?"
There are also people who are still stubborn and don't believe Zhang Xiaopou.
"Reinforcements from Central City? Haha, not bad." Zhang Xiaozu couldn't help but think of the group of second-generation ancestors who went to Yancheng to grab the gold medal for their war achievements, especially that idiot Fu Yucheng. He couldn't help laughing, and then shook his head.
, instead of arguing with people in the audience, he walked towards Zhong Youwu and said as he walked: "I have made everything clear to you, can you apologize now?"
"I - I won't - I won't apologize, what can you do to me?" Zhong Youwu still refused with a stiff neck.
He couldn't afford to apologize in front of so many people.
What's more, he came to this life and death arena today to ask Li An to apologize, but instead of Li An apologizing, it was him who apologized. Wouldn't it make people laugh out loud?
Where should he put Zhong Youwu's face? Can he still have it?
So he stiffened his neck and was determined not to apologize.
"What are you going to do?!" Zhong Youwu suddenly shouted in panic because he saw Zhang Xiaopou walking straight towards him.
"Don't come over here!"
"Don't blame me for not reminding you that my father is a very important minister in the court. If you dare to lay a finger on me, you will be dead!"
Zhong Youwu shouted loudly, but his feet failed him and he kept retreating. Finally, he simply turned around and ran away.
But he had barely taken two steps when Zhang Xiaopeng chased him up, grabbed the back of his neck, and lifted him up on the spot like a chicken.
"Ah, help!" Zhong Youwu was so frightened that he shouted for help at the top of his lungs.
Zhang Xiaozu ignored him, carried him to the south side of the ring, asked him to face the south, and said: "Apologise, or I will break your neck."
After saying that, Zhang Xiaozu suddenly exerted force on his fingers and squeezed Zhong Youwu's neck so hard that it seemed like he was really going to break his neck.
"Ah, don't kill me, I apologize." Zhong Youwu screamed in fear, no longer caring about his face.
"I'm sorry to the South—"
"Where did this yellow-haired boy come from? He dared to run wild in our Taiping Academy. How dare he eat the heart of a bear and become a leopard?!" An angry shout suddenly sounded, interrupting Zhong Youwu's apology.
Accompanied by angry shouts, a figure rose into the sky from far away from the arena, jumped over the heads of the students in the audience, and landed steadily on the north side of the arena with a bang.
Zhang Xiaozu turned around and faced north, looking at the person coming.
The person who came was a middle-aged man in his forties, with dark complexion, average appearance, above average height, and a rather strong and muscular body.
Wearing a tight-fitting black training suit, his bulging muscles stretched tight, making people feel the explosive power just by looking at him.
"Jiaoxi Fan, help!" Zhong Youwu couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw the person coming, and shouted for help at the top of his voice.
This person's name is Fan Changfeng, he is the martial arts instructor of Zhong Youwu's class, and he has cultivated to the eighth level of the Sea Realm.
Fan Changfeng glared at Zhang Xiaopeng and scolded: "Bold madman, I am here to teach you, why don't you stop being cruel and let my students go?"
Zhang Xiaozu heard Zhong Youwu call Fan Changfeng and knew that he was a teacher at Taiping College. Out of respect for the teacher, he bowed slightly and saluted Fan Changfeng, but did not follow his words and immediately let Zhong You go.
Wu, instead responded: "Your student has made a mistake. As long as he sincerely apologizes, I will let him go immediately."
The students in the audience were all shocked after hearing this. They never expected that Zhang Xiaozu would dare to disobey the instructions of the academy teacher face to face.
"How outrageous!" Fan Changfeng flew into a rage and shouted: "Do the students of this professor have their turn to be educated by you? Boy, if you don't let them go, I will take action."
