No matter what people do, they always have to pay a price.
This is true even for scholars.
The common people are dull, have never read and cannot even write, but they do not need education.
Because even if they have never read a book or cannot write, they still know the simplest truth.
Good, and bad.
Good, and evil.
Yes, and no.
Good and bad, good and evil, right and wrong, these three things do not need anyone to teach them, let alone the so-called enlightenment.
Even bandits and robbers know that it is wrong for them to steal money and kill people. It is evil, wrong and bad.
At the beginning of the world, everyone understood this simple truth.
People can live in humiliation and even die in humiliation.
They can humiliate themselves and respect the powerful and the scholars until they die.
If they don't humiliate, what can they do?
But someone lit a flame, a small flame that could change their lives and their descendants.
The dignitaries and scholars not only extinguished the flames, but even beat the man who lit the flames to death.
The common people are angry, the farmers, the refugees, and the working people are angry. This anger is the anger that they have suppressed for hundreds or thousands of years!
Faced with this kind of anger that they had never seen before and could not imagine, those superior supervisors were as ridiculous and self-righteous as Chu Qing once said.
Half of people's growth comes from the pursuit of beauty, and the remaining half comes from being able to accept cruel reality.
The beauty pursued by Jiansheng has been distorted. Not only that, they cannot accept the cruel reality.
That is what the people have given them, and they can also be taken away.
The anger of the people turned into fists, curses, and an extremely cruel reality for scholars.
Jiansheng drowned Chu Qing and Fu San.
The anger of the people swallowed up Jiansheng.
Fu San stood up, still holding Jiuniang and Lvzhu on his shoulders, walking step by step, his clothes were torn into tatters.
Chu Qing also stood up, and Jiang Yuesheng helped him up, breathing heavily, with blood dripping from the back and scabbard of the sword.
Chu Qing pushed Jiang Yuesheng away, took a breath, and waved his fist again.
There is no difference between punching once and punching countless times.
He wants justice for Luzhu, justice for Fusan, justice for himself, and justice for this world.
Many times, the way to seek justice is often the most direct, primitive, and violent means.
The beacon tower on the city gate, which was already covered with dust and white snow, was lit.
The brawl is still going on.
The common people were also very thin and beat up the even thinner scholars.
Everywhere you look, there are fists and feet.
The screams were all heard.
Jiang Yuesheng, who rescued Chu Qing, did not yell this time. When he saw the Qianqi battalion detectives standing there in compliance with his and Chu Qing's orders, he laughed evilly and slashed away with the scabbard and back of the sword again.
The Ximen Beacon Tower, which had not been lit for a hundred years, raised thick smoke and melodious and low-pitched horns, awakening the entire capital, causing every person in the capital, monarchs, ministers, aristocratic families, and common people to show unprecedented panic.
The nearest Jingwei arrived, and the leading general couldn't understand what was happening in front of him.
I can't understand those scholars rolling on the ground screaming.
It is even more incomprehensible to those common people who keep their heads down and are always in a hurry.
The bluffing dragon turned into a lamb to be slaughtered.
The silent little man pierced the light of the evil dragon.
More and more guards from the capital came and shouted out orders one after another. The guards intervened and pulled away the common people who had already lost their minds.
Chu Qing was still fighting, fighting side by side with Fu San who was sending Lu Zhu and Jiuniang back to the carriage.
Before anyone restrains their bodies, they will keep fighting, shaking their fists, and delivering justice and truth.
There is no longer any scholar standing intact on the spot. No, it should be said that there is no longer any scholar lying on the ground intact.
Their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, their faces were covered in blood, and their bodies were covered in stains.
The same was true for Chu Qing. His nose was broken, his arms were shaking, and he was breathing heavily.
The situation was finally brought under control.
More than five hundred people were driven to both sides by the guards.
The common people lowered their heads again, but their eyes were no longer as calm as before, as if they were dead water.
The guards were aware of this subtle change, but still couldn't understand it.
The Jingwei only dared to stop the people, but they did not dare to stop Chu Qing, Fu San, and Jiang Yuesheng.
When Jiang Yuesheng and the red-eyed gambler threw their cards in the faces of the generals, the generals who were kneeling on the ground did not dare to fart.
Chu Qing found the culprit, Fenix Gao Fenghuang, who claimed to be Gong Chengan's chief disciple.
Gao Fenghuang's wrist was broken and he almost fainted.
Like dragging a dog to death, Chu Qing grabbed Gao Fenghuang's right leg and walked forward step by step.
Tao Ruolin's face was full of tears and she tied the fox fur on Chu Qing's back.
Chu Qing gritted his teeth and still dragged Gao Fenghuang to the carriage. He took out the rope and seriously tied Gao Fenghuang to the shaft of the carriage.
Turning around, Chu Qing said in a hoarse voice: "Bring all the supervisors here and ask them to open their eyes and look at me, look here!"
The guards looked at each other, and Jiang Yuesheng slapped the general on the face.
"I'm so deaf that I didn't hear what my adults said!"
The general will be trembling.
Even though the prison guards were beaten until they were reduced to human form, they still did not dare to do anything to these scholars.
Jiang Yuesheng kicked him down and looked at Tan Ma: "Pull these beasts over here!"
The detective horses put down their long bows, and like Chu Qing, they dragged the prison guards over one by one, grabbed their hair, and asked them to open their eyes.
At this scene, the guards all took a deep breath.
With a "pop" sound, Chu Qing's riding whip hit Gao Fenghuang's face hard.
Another whip, splitting the skin and flesh.
Gao Fenghuang howled like a capon.
The whip fell again, once faster and again harder.
The horse pulling the cart raised its front hooves and neighed, as if to accompany the screams.
The people raised their heads and looked at Chu Qing, who was swinging his whip like crazy.
The light in their eyes is getting brighter and brighter.
They knew that the man who wielded the whip built a poor academy overnight.
The man who wields the whip wants their children to read.
The man who wielded the whip almost died trying to get their children to study.
Chu Qing still didn't stop. Every crack of the whip seemed to make him hear the sound of skin and flesh being ripped open, crisp and sweet.
Gao Fenghuang no longer had the strength to scream. He fainted, woke up, fainted from pain, and woke up from pain again.
This scholar, who claims to be the first disciple of Confucianism, is dripping with blood.
The vitality in Gao Fenghuang's eyes became darker and darker, like a piece of rotten meat, and the frequency of his chest rising and falling became slower and slower.
Chu Qing finally put down the whip, then untied his fox fur cloak and his noble clothes.
The cold wind did not extinguish Chu Qing's anger.
With only one single piece of clothing left, Chu Qing carefully covered Gao Fenghuang's body with noble clothes.
"Phoenix." Chu Qing smiled, and his smile was even a little gentle: "You have earned your life as a county boy."
The prison students who had their hair pulled were extremely angry.