Reincarnation of the court eagle dog

Chapter 222

Chapter 220 Two
"Jie'er, imprison your elder brother in Siguotang, and you will act as agent for the affairs of Hangzhou for the time being!" Fang La finished speaking, shook his sleeves, and walked directly outside the sub-rudder.

"Uncle." Seeing Fang La's movements, Fang Jie stepped forward quickly, wanting to say something.

"If you beg for mercy, you will also be locked up with him!" Fang La paused.

"No, my nephew just wanted to ask how long it will be in prison." Hearing Fang La's words, Fang Jie immediately changed his words with a shudder.

"Shut it first!" Fang Jie's Xiao Jiujiu could hide from Fang La's eyes, snorted coldly, and then said, "Wait until he understands something before coming out!"

Then Fang La didn't look back, except for the station of the sub-rudder, and went directly to the Bangyuan Cave of the main altar.

Yingtianfu in Nanjing in the Northern Song Dynasty.

The Imperial Academy is located at Yingtian Academy.

"Among the students, the most handsome talent wins the Song court, and the academy should be the best in China!"

Ying Quan slowly read out these two couplets hanging on the gate of Yingtian Academy.

"May I ask, but Daoist Ying from Mount Hua?" A student from the academy came out at this moment and said to Ying Quan.

"It's the poor Taoist." Ying Quan had already changed back to the Taoist robe when he arrived at the northern boundary, especially after arriving here, he did not hide his identity.

Presumably, those who thought they had disappeared suddenly could breathe a sigh of relief.

"Pindao gave you such a long time, just to watch a good show, I hope you don't let Pindao down!" Ying Quan said secretly in his heart.

And there is another point, the news of Ying Quan's going to the south of the Yangtze River has not spread at all. Ying Quan secretly guessed that his sworn brother probably played a certain role in it.

I'm afraid it has something to do with Fang Tianding.

"The Patriarch knows that the Taoist priest will come here, so he asked the students to wait here." The student's eyes lit up, and he continued, "Please ask the Taoist priest to go with the students."

"The patriarch of your college?" Ying Quan was taken aback. In fact, he didn't even know who the dean of the college was, let alone their patriarch.

But since he was sincerely invited, he couldn't refuse, so he just wanted to see who the patriarch of Yingtian Academy was.

It has been more than two years since I came to this world, and Ying Quan has become immune to all kinds of unexpected things that have happened in this world.

Even if the patriarch of Yingtian Academy was really some old monster, Ying Quan was prepared.

The academy is huge.

It is full of cultural atmosphere, full of Confucian atmosphere everywhere.

Although I can be regarded as a half Taoist, I have to say that it is not for nothing that this Confucianism can be favored by the emperors of all dynasties.

Speaking of governing the world, without these Confucian scholars, I'm afraid it really wouldn't be possible.

There is a mountain behind the academy, there is a forest on the mountain, and there is a small wooden house in the forest.

From the foot of the mountain, there is a straight path, paved with bluestone steps, leading directly to the small wooden house without any obstacles.

"Master Dao, the student can only take you here." The student stopped at the intersection up the mountain, and said to Ying Quan with a trace of apology: "The patriarch is in the wooden house, student farewell! "

After speaking, the student left without leaving his name.

Ying Quan turned to look at the cabin at the end of the mountain road.

An awe-inspiring righteousness rushed straight into the sky.

"This aura!" Ying Quan actually felt that he was affected by this righteousness, and he was shocked: "Could it be that this place is really a great Confucian who has cultivated a great righteousness?"

After I climb to the top, let's see what kind of expert it is!
Ying Quan stepped on the first step.

"coax!"

Ying Quan only felt a shock all over his body, and realized that his body was gradually losing his control, and then his eyes went dark, and a shocking scene appeared in front of his eyes.

I am in an attic.

Looking at the water of the great river from a distance, it is mighty, boundless, and majestic. Ying Quan actually felt a sense of surging in his chest for no reason.

Not long after, the wind was howling and the turbid waves were empty; It can turn bad luck into good fortune and turn danger into safety.

I don't know how long this situation lasted, so Ying Quan firmly fixed on the small boat, mobilized his true energy as a resistance, and remained motionless.

Although it was extremely dangerous, the more time went by, the more stable Ying Quan's life was, and even the real energy that he mentioned disappeared, as if these dangers were commonplace and could no longer arouse Ying Quan's inner turmoil.

In a blink of an eye, the boat had already reached the shore, and Ying Quan subconsciously got off the boat and onto the shore.

But it has brought about some changes.

The sky and water are of the same color, covering an expansive expanse of blue; the banks of Zhitinglan are lush and green; the smoke is empty during the day;

Looking at the ever-changing scenery, Ying Quan suddenly felt moved, could it be
Before Ying Quan could finish thinking, he felt his body tremble. What he saw in front of him was illusory, and he returned to Yingtian Academy.

But his position has come from the foot of the back mountain to the front of the wooden house.

At this time, Ying Quan already had a guess about the owner of the wooden house.

"Since you're here, little friend, why don't you come in and talk about it!" A dignified voice came from the room.

"I'm disturbing senior!" Ying Quan bowed respectfully outside, and then went to push the door.

The beard and hair are all white, the face is red, the body is straight, and the righteousness is awe-inspiring.

This is Ying Quan's only impression of the old man in front of him.

"Pindao has met Wen Zhenggong!" Ying Quan revealed the identity of the old man, Fan Wenzheng!

Another name is also needed, which is more familiar to everyone-Fan Zhongyan!

"You actually recognize the old man?" Fan Zhongyan was slightly taken aback, and then there was a smile on his face: "Haha, there is also something about Shen Cunzhong's miscalculation!"

"Senior also recognizes Senior Shen?" Ying Quan asked slightly surprised when he heard Shen Cunzhong's name played from Fan Zhongyan's air.

Shen Kuo, courtesy name Shen Cunzhong, descendant of Tianji Sect, Sitian Supervisor of the Great Song Dynasty, for Ying Quan, this was a turning point in his life!

"The old man is an official with him, do you think you recognize him or not?" Fan Zhongyan sighed secretly, and then said: "When I saw you today, the old man knew that he might have reached the end of his life."

"Senior Shen died in front of the poor Taoist, and the poor Taoist buried it with his own hands." Hearing Fan Zhongyan's explanation, Ying Quan gave a wry smile. He even forgot that both of them were officials of the Song Dynasty. However, the relationship between the two is probably not as simple as knowing each other.

(End of this chapter)