Chapter 1187

This military review conveyed a very clear meaning.

The most shocking news among them was naturally Wu Zhao's attitude: Da Qian directly accepted the Xiongnu's provocation with the most arrogant posture.

This battle would break out before long!

Secondly, it was that Gao Tianlong, despite being over seventy years old, drew a three-stone bow and shot one hundred and thirty paces, hitting the bullseye and piercing through seven layers of armor!

The might of the Duke of Ding was displayed to the fullest, making the entire Changancheng boil with excitement. Teahouses, taverns, major inns, and pedestrians on the street all praised Gao Tianlong's bravery!

Of course, where there are flowers, there is often cow dung.

Wang Zhong's actions became a huge pile of cow dung.

Not yet sixty years old, he set a trap for Gao Tianlong, who was over seventy. The key was that he was still not as good as Gao Tianlong, which became a huge joke.

Especially since Wang Zhong had previously publicly and angrily declared that if Gao Tianlong could hit the target every time at eighty paces, he, Wang Zhong, would eat dung directly—both solid and liquid together.

This made the commoners of Changancheng even more disdainful.

"..."

On the other side.

As the news spread.

The Han Lin Academy.

Huang Zhizhan, Lin Shuhan, Chen Wanjuan, and others also heard the news.

They originally had nothing to do at the Han Lin Academy today and were planning to go to the club for a foot bath to continue contributing their own strength to the scholars of humble origins in the world. As a result, they suddenly heard this news, which made them angry.

Huang Zhizhan slapped the table and suddenly jumped up, saying, "This old scoundrel Wang is truly becoming more shameless as he ages. The Duke of Ding has spent his life in the military for Da Qian, with illustrious military merit. Even though he is over seventy, he still has the heart to kill the enemy, yet he was so humiliated by this old scoundrel. It truly angers me!"

"Fortunately, the Duke of Ding is heroic, otherwise wouldn't he have lost his integrity in his later years?"

Lin Shuhan added from the side, "I heard that two days ago, the old scoundrel Wang publicly said that if the Duke of Ding could hit the target every time at eighty paces, he would eat three stones of dung, both solid and liquid together. But now he is cowering in his mansion, clearly intending to go back on his word again!"

"This kind of thing is not the first time the Piao Ji General Wang Zhong has done it. Ever since Lord Gao rose to prominence, he has repeatedly made oaths and repeatedly gone back on them. Not long ago, when Lord Gao carried out a massacre in Suiyang County, this old scoundrel also said he would eat dung, but in the end, there was no follow-up. His face is thick enough to match the city wall!"

The more Huang Zhizhan heard, the angrier he became. He raised his right fist and said, "When encountering injustice on the road, how can our generation of scholars ignore it? Who is willing to go with me to condemn this old scoundrel Wang?"

"Let's go together!"

"Let's go together!"

For a time, the Han Lin scholars responded in unison.

Huang Zhizhan took the lead and was about to leave the Han Lin Academy from the small courtyard.

But Chen Wanjuan said, "Brother Huang, for such a major event, shouldn't we inform Brother Chi to go with us?"

Huang Zhizhan, upon hearing this, paused for a moment, then swept a glance at a room at the east end of the small courtyard, and fiercely flicked his sleeves, saying, "No need. That is also a coward. The old scoundrel Wang is even better than him. At the very least, the old scoundrel Wang has a thick enough face and won't cower in his room for everything!"

The room at the east end.

On the bed.

There was a figure, wearing a long robe, his whole body curled up in the quilt, as if completely isolated from the whole world.

But the words in the small courtyard all reached his ears without missing a word.

Gao Tianlong spent his life in the military, yet was schemed against by Wang Zhong, who intended to step on Gao Tianlong's head to take the position of the army crusading against the Xiongnu!

Wang Zhong made big talk again, already a habitual offender, clearly intending to continue cowering and wait for the scolding to pass. His despicable character made him extremely disdainful...

"Damn it!"

"Truly damn it!"

Chi Potian gritted his teeth, his voice echoing in the quilt.

He pounded the bed, making a thumping sound, his eyes turning red.

When Gao Yang was governing Suiyang and executing corrupt officials, he criticized Gao Yang for merely putting on a show, just for his own future, and publicly swore that if the Living Yama was truly for the commoners, he, Chi Potian, would dare to eat dung in public, and mix the solid and liquid together!

And he would eat it while doing a handstand!

At that time, he was at the height of his popularity.

Who among the scholars of Changancheng did not know the name of Chi Potian?

Who did not give a thumbs up when they saw him, Chi Potian? Praising him for not fearing the powerful, for being a star of the humble origins, and the light of Da Qian?

But soon, the slap in the face came.

The matter of the nursery came unexpectedly...

One million taels of silver, ten million taels of silver!

Until this moment, that phrase, "The path to the academy, never cut off the humble origins," was still buzzing in his mind.

Huang Zhizhan invited him to the club for a massage, wanting to contribute to the scholars of humble origins in the world. He said he wanted to raise money, to do something big. He said, how could he, Chi Potian, be like that scoundrel Wang Zhong!

As a result.

He became timid.

He became afraid.

He curled up in the quilt, curled into a ball like a turtle.

He originally wanted to be a coward for the rest of his life and leave it at that. After all, that was dung, and he would have to eat it while doing a handstand. But who would have thought that this old scoundrel Wang Zhong would become more and more excessive, treating this oath as a joke and speaking of it casually.

Damn it!

In this way, how could he, Chi Potian, conduct himself?

Is it true that there is no one in this world who can deal with Wang Zhong? Trampling on oaths like this?

His eyes were bloodshot, the hot blood in his heart surged in his chest, and his whole body trembled violently because of anger.

Until that word "coward" from Huang Zhizhan reached him!

Those two short words buzzed in his mind like a great bell!

How could he, Chi Potian, be a coward?

In the courtyard.

Huang Zhizhan finished speaking angrily and was about to take the group of scholars away.

Suddenly!

With a creak.

The door opened.

Chi Potian, with a thin body and wearing a long robe that had long been washed white, was standing at the door.

A cold wind blew, making the long robe on his body rustle. The golden sunlight shone on him, reflecting him like a god, making people dare not look directly at him.

He just stood there, like a god!