689: Chapter 629: Those Who Shed Blood for the Country Must Not Be Wronged or Humiliated!
689: Chapter 629: Those Who Shed Blood for the Country Must Not Be Wronged or Humiliated!
With a loud shout, a Preceptor from the Imperial College stepped out.
The Preceptor, one of the key figures in the Imperial College.
If the Imperial College were considered a school, the Grand Preceptor would be the principal, and the Preceptor would be the vice-principal.
At this mont, hearing that Zhang San had hit soone, Preceptor Situ hurried over and saw Zhang San pulling out a tooth from a Great Scholar of the Literature Class A, which completely shocked him.
He imdiately yelled for him to stop.
Although he shouted, Zhang San acted as if he hadn’t heard and continued to reach into the Great Scholar’s mouth, then yanked out half a tooth.
“How audacious!
I told you to stop, why didn’t you?”
Preceptor Situ walked angrily towards the stone bridge.
Zhang San glanced at Preceptor Situ, and although it was his first day at the Imperial College, he was very clear about the hierarchical structure inside the institution.
“So you are Preceptor Situ.
I heard that although you are a follower of Confucianism, you were deeply fascinated with Legalism in your early years, even venerating Xunzi as supre.
Since you are here, I assu you are here to speak fairly.
Thus,…”
At this point, Zhang San’s gaze suddenly intensified.
“Thus you’d better speak fairly, or what he lost might be a tooth, but what you could lose might be your life!”
Originally, Preceptor Situ had intended to rush onto the stone bridge and pull away the Great Scholar.
After all, he was a dignified Preceptor of the Imperial College; he should be able to manage a teacher.
But upon hearing Zhang San’s words, now Preceptor Situ didn’t even have the courage to step onto the stone bridge.
“I, Zhang San, have killed more people in the Longyun Path than the entire population of the Imperial College!
You guess whether Kaihuang would punish just because of one unjust Preceptor?
Moreover,…”
“Even if I were to be punished, I wouldn’t suffer much; I’d perhaps lose a bit of face and pay so fines.
But you, Preceptor Situ, could lose your life.
So, next…
heh heh!
Preceptor Situ, you’d better be careful with your words!”
Hearing this, Preceptor Situ, standing under the stone bridge, began to sweat profusely.
Why am I already sweating bullets when I haven’t said a word yet?
Zhang San lifted his hand and grabbed the Great Scholar by the collar, demanding sharply, “Who told you to spread rumors about ?
Who slandered in front of your entire class during the lesson?”
“You are at least a Great Scholar and wouldn’t simply listen to hearsay.
So there must be soone behind this!”
The Great Scholar knew by now that he was finished.
Even if Zhang San were to be punished later, but since Zhang San had just ntioned he could kill a Preceptor without major consequences, what of pulling out a few of his teeth?
And he probably wouldn’t be able to stay at the Imperial College anymore.
Thus, revealing who was behind it now would only bring trouble to his family.
“I won’t tell,” the Great Scholar said defiantly, gritting his teeth.
Zhang San sneered, then raised his hand and a tiny Qi Gang shot into the Great Scholar’s mouth, instantly shattering a tooth.
“Great Scholar, if your tooth is damaged, it must be pulled out.”
“Similarly, this Imperial College harbors an old fool, who instead of teaching properly, spreads rumors and incites trouble.
He needs to be dealt with.
Preceptor Situ, don’t you think I’m right?”
Preceptor Situ watched the Great Scholar bleeding from the corner of his mouth and then at the murderous Zhang San; he opened his mouth but couldn’t utter a single word.
“Preceptor Situ, I ask you, should scholars of our nation suffer injustices?”
At that mont, Preceptor Situ bowed his head.
He also knew that there had been many rumors about Zhang San recently.
Being able to sit in the position of a Preceptor, Preceptor Situ was not a blind man; he naturally knew that soone was deliberately saring Zhang San.
He too was curious about how Zhang San would strike back.
But he never expected that Zhang San would start his counterattack on the very first day of school, right after arriving at the Imperial College.
He struck back so fiercely that a Great Scholar was left searching the ground for his teeth.
“This…
I…
Ah—”
Preceptor Situ truly didn’t know what to say.
To say the Great Scholar was wrong?
Then the followers of Confucianism would accuse him of being disloyal, unfilial, inhumane, and unjust.
To say Zhang San was wrong?
I’d have the guts to speak, but not the guts to face death!
Just at that mont, soone walked up behind Preceptor Situ.
It was none other than the Grand Preceptor of the Imperial College, Zhang Qingwen.
“Bold Zhang San, release him at once!”
Zhang San saw that this Grand Preceptor was even more formidable than the Preceptor.
Preceptor Situ was so frightened he dared not co forward, while the Grand Preceptor marched directly towards him, truly fearless of death!
“By what right?” Zhang San asked the Grand Preceptor.
“By the right that I am the Grand Preceptor of the Imperial College!”
Zhang San retorted, “You are the Grand Preceptor of the Imperial College, and should indeed be responsible for the teaching at the Imperial College.
Are you also responsible for settling personal grievances?
Shouldn’t that be the job of the Magistrate of tropolitan prefecture’s Governnt Office?”
Grand Preceptor Zhang Qingwen angrily said, “The Magistrate of tropolitan prefecture is under the Shen Family, and who doesn’t know the Shen Family is one of the four families of Legalism!
In the end, that Governnt Office is yours, the Legalists’.
If it really went to the Magistrate, wouldn’t it still rely wholly on what you, Zhang San, decree to assign bla!”
“Audacious!” Zhang San burst out shouting, which gave Zhang Qingwen a shudder.
“The Magistrate’s Governnt Office of the Capital is that of the Great Sui’s tropolitan Prefecture, and it exists to serve the common people, not as anyone’s personal property!
You are publicly slandering!
I shall report this to Kaihuang!”
Upon hearing this, Zhang Qingwen was utterly dumbfounded.
But, after all, he was a Grand Preceptor, and his mind reacted quickly, imdiately changing his tone to say, “I am the Grand Preceptor, and you are rely a teacher at the Imperial College; you must obey .”
Zhang Qingwen knew that although what he had previously said was true, speaking it publicly changed the situation.
And Zhang San just happened to seize on the point that such things should not be spoken publicly and struck him hard.
So, he imdiately changed the topic.
After all, as the Grand Preceptor of the Imperial College, aren’t you just a teacher under ?
Can I really not hold you in check?
Zhang San snorted coldly and retorted, “I am a teacher at the Imperial College, and I will heed you in matters of teaching.
But should I also listen to you in other matters?
I am also the Military Chief at the Town Martial Office, directly reporting to Kaihuang!
What now?
You wish to be on an equal footing with Kaihuang?”
Zhang San’s words frightened Grand Preceptor Zhang Qingwen so much that he staggered backward a few steps, nearly falling off the stone bridge.
Fortunately, Preceptor Situ was behind him.
Preceptor Situ imdiately stepped forward and supported Grand Preceptor Zhang Qingwen.
At that mont, Grand Preceptor Zhang Qingwen was sweating profusely.
Although he didn’t an it that way and knew that even if the issue was brought to Kaihuang, Kaihuang wouldn’t truly believe he had any intentions of insubordination,
the key issue was that there were so many people around, watching the spectacle, a mixture of newcors and new teachers.
Only to be publicly rendered speechless by Zhang San’s retort.
In the end, am I the Grand Preceptor of the Imperial College, or is Zhang San the Grand Preceptor of the Imperial College!
For so many years, I have never seen such an outrageous teacher!
Just then, the Great Scholar, now half-toothless, seed to grasp at the last glimr of fate given to him, and said to Zhang San, “You are the Military Chief of the Town Martial Office, but I am not a Martial Artist.
You cannot strike !”
Zhang San hadn’t expected that this old thing he was clutching would still struggle.
Thus, Zhang San laughed.
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