I Become A Saint By Studying

"Master, master, come out quickly..."

The butler Lao Zhu frantically knocked on the door.

"Pull... it came out!"

Qian Dechun, who was still full of thoughts, opened the door and stared at the housekeeper in a coat, "You old dog, what are you shouting about at night?"

Plop!

The butler, Old Zhu, knelt down directly, with a mournful face, and burst into tears.

"Old Zhu, don't tell me, your son is dead?"

Qian Dechun couldn't bear it.

This old Zhu is too unfortunate. He worked for the Qian family in the first half of his life, and only married and had children in the second half of his life.

That precious son is also very promising. He goes to Junji Academy to study and recognizes him as his godfather.

I didn't expect... that kid actually died!

"No, it's not!"

The housekeeper Lao Zhu shook his head, choked up and said, "Yes...it is the master, your son is dead!"

"my son?"

Qian Dechun was stunned for a moment, then his face turned pale suddenly, his figure was shaky, and he grabbed Lao Zhu's shoulder, "Speak, speak clearly!"

"Woohoo!"

Lao Zhu wiped away his tears, and said, "Qingshu Young Master's literary heart has been wiped out, and he is locked up in the Lindong County Government!"

"Qingwen Young Master... he was beheaded by the people from the government office!"

Lao Zhu burst into tears, just like his own son died.

"Wenxin is destroyed?"

"Beheading for public display?"

pedal!

pedal!

Qian Dechun couldn't accept this reality for a while, his figure burst back again and again, his tiger's eyes were about to burst, and there seemed to be tears of blood streaming down his face.

"Who dares to kill my son? Little seventh-rank official, has he eaten the heart of a bear? How dare he even kill my son?"

"My son is a scholar, what right does the government office have to behead him?"

"what!!!!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Qian Dechun's eyes were red, he was the head of a prominent family killed from the dead, and he had an aggressive nature in his bones.

He stared at the housekeeper, Lao Zhu, trembling uncontrollably because of anger, "Who sent the news, let him come to see me!"

"It's a bachelor from Qingping Academy, said to be the boy of Qingshu Young Master, and he's in the front yard now!"

The butler, Old Zhu, said quickly.

"Walk!"

Qian Dechun also doesn't care about his image, he feels like the sky is falling now.

The eldest son, Wenxin, was destroyed, and he was no different from a waste.

The second son was beheaded for public display, and he even died a son.

He wished he could go to Lindong County right now, find out the seventh-rank official who killed his son, and hack him to death!

Qian's front yard.

living room!

"Where is my son Qingshutong?"

As soon as Qian Dechun entered the living room, he spoke anxiously.

Then he saw a scholar who was busy with travel and dust at a glance.

The scholar rubbed his hands together, feeling extremely nervous.

Hearing Qian Dechun's voice, the scholar quickly stood up, and suddenly knelt down in front of Qian Dechun, crying bitterly, "Master Qian, Qing Shuye's literary heart has been destroyed, and he is locked in a prison in the yamen...you save him!" Bar!"

"Also... and Senior Brother Qingwen, he just slept with a woman and killed two untouchables, but the government office actually beheaded him, and said... the three generations of the Qian family are not allowed to be officials or study! "

Qian Dechun was furious, and smashed the Eight Immortals table in front of him with his palm, his eyes widened, "What? Kill two untouchables, call a woman, and dare to behead my son? Destroy my son's Wenxin?"

"A little seventh-rank official dares to judge my Qian family, what the hell is that!"

"Who is the county magistrate of Lindong County, daddy killed him!"

"Kill my son, daddy is sworn to death with him, kill his whole family!"

Qian Dechun was furious all over his body, exuding a spirit of energy, he is a martial artist.

His strength is not weak, although he is not an opponent of sixth rank Confucian scholars, but below the seventh rank, even literature and art can't hurt him!

Moreover, there are quite a few master worshipers in the Qian family, all of whom are scholars with excellent literary skills.

So what if a county government is flattened?

His cousin Qin Youtai was in the Imperial Academy, a senior member of the fourth rank, who could decide whether officials would stay or not, and had great power.

It's easy to protect his Qian family!

Qian Dechun looked at the scholar, and said, "Okay, you, a scholar, can be regarded as kind and righteous!"

"Master Qian, it was not the magistrate of Lindong County who beheaded Brother Qingwen, but a scholar named Lin Yi!"

The scholar told the truth.

"student?"

Qian Dechun froze for a moment, then clenched his fists tightly, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"This scholar is a ninth-rank scholar, but he has inherited the seventh-rank official spirit of Lindong County Magistrate. He is the one who sentenced Senior Brother Qingwen and Lord Qian!"

"Master Qian, this Lin Yi is a bachelor of Pingzhou Academy, judging by his appearance, he will come to Fudu to take this provincial examination..."

That's what reading said.

"Come to the government to take the provincial examination? Ninth grade?"

In Qian Dechun's heart, there was endless anger raging, and he glared and said, "A small nine-rank scholar, who has inherited the official air, dares to raise the butcher's knife to my son of Qian Dechun, how dare he come from!"

"Lin Yi, right? As long as he dares to step into Fudu, daddy will cut his corpse into thousands of pieces, smash his skull, and use it as a urinal!"

As he said that, Qian Dechun looked at the housekeeper, Old Zhu, and said coldly, "Take a few offerings to the Lindong county government office, rescue Qingshu, and kill those who stop him!"

"well!"

The butler, Old Zhuhong, said in a deep voice, "Master, I will write to Zhixiang by the way, asking him to incite scholars to go to the Fudu Yamen to make trouble, to exert pressure, to say that Lindong County killed scholars for no reason, and see if he can cure Lindong." The crime of the county magistrate!"

"Go!"

After Qian Dechun uttered these words, he slumped on the chair, covered his heart, and said like crazy, "Daddy killed a son, and crippled a son, ah!!"

The scholars on the side were trembling with fear.

He had already foreseen how tragic Lin Yi's death would be!

...

An undercurrent surged in Nanxiang Mansion.

in a blink.

It was a few days later.

Lin Yi and Li Wenbo chased after the stars and rushed to the capital of Nanxiang without stopping.

I didn't stay in any city during the period, so I was tired halfway, and I would rest at the post station and feed the horses.

The journey went smoothly, without any trouble, and I didn't meet many scholars.

now.

On the official road leading to Nanxiang Mansion, Lin Yi and Li Wenbo rode forward.

Suddenly a group of people galloped towards them.

The leader is a warrior with double hammers, glaring at Vajra, followed by seven strong warriors.

Each one is full of energy.

law!

The eight warriors slowed down when they saw Lin Yi and Li Wenbo's appearances.

After approaching, several people rode on horses and surrounded Lin Yi and Li Wenbo.

"student?"

The leader Wufu said, staring at Lin Yi and Li Wenbo with serious eyes.

There is a chain of contempt between martial artists and scholars, just like scholars and people who practice Taoism.

Wufu despises scholars, thinking that they only know how to use literature and art, and they have no power to restrain chickens.

Scholars and warriors are rough people with well-developed limbs and a simple mind, and they also regard people who practice Taoism as evil spirits.

People who practice Taoism look down on everyone... I can't wait to say that everyone here is rubbish.

"Yes!"

Li Wenbo protected Lin Yi, and at the same time, the Wen Baohao pen in the sleeve robe was ready to be taken out of the sleeve at any time.

These warriors came in a menacing manner, and the energy they exuded was at least comparable to that of seventh-rank scholars.

Obviously not a good stubble.

Lin Yi remained expressionless, but he was actually ready to advance and retreat at any time.

"Where did you come from? What are you going to do in the mansion?" asked the leader Wufu.

As he spoke, he winked at the person behind him.

Crash!

The latter took out a picture scroll from his pocket, put it in front of Lin Yi and Li Wenbo, and compared them carefully.

"Dage, like!"

The martial artist hurried forward and unfolded the portrait in front of the leading martial artist.

"It's more than a resemblance, it's just a mold!"

The warrior cursed angrily, pushed away the portrait, raised a big copper hammer in his right hand, pointed at Lin Yi and asked, "Your fucking name is Lin Yi?"