Martial arts immortality, I will eventually be invincible

"I wish he would die!"

After Jiang Fengyu roared, he stopped talking, but his tears never stopped. His letters to his family were all covered with his tears.

At night, he cried like a torrential rain over a meal of Zhangji roast duck. He cried while eating delicious food.

The prisoners around him couldn't stand it anymore and knocked on the fence to make a big noise, "Can you control it? Can you control it? Is it over?"

"Jiang Fengyu, you deserve to never get promoted. You are not a man, you should be a woman."

"Woman, it's just a beheading. You've been crying for a whole day. Can you calm down?"

"It turns out that men are made of water."

The prisoners were making a lot of noise.

The jailer asked Chen Guanlou if he should give them a warning.

Chen Guanlou waved his hand, "Don't worry about him, just let him go. He only has a few days to live, and he is not allowed to cry. There is no such rule in the prison."

After eating Zhangji roast duck, writing an impeachment memorial, and fulfilling his wish, Jiang Fengyu finally stopped crying, spent his last days in silence, and gradually slid to the end of his life.

As Yu Zhaoan said, no one can change the old emperor's decision, and the execution is the execution. No matter how the court officials make a fuss, the day of execution will come as scheduled.

Jiang Fengyu was identified and taken to the execution ground.

Sun Daoning once again served as the execution officer, but the difference was that this time he was in a particularly heavy mood. He personally sent away these innocent officials who were implicated, and he was so depressed that he wanted to kill people.

He recognized Chen Guanlou in the crowd at a glance, pointed his finger and called him over, "Your prisoner?"

"Are you talking about Lord Jiang? Lord Jiang has been imprisoned in Tianlao, and I am responsible for guarding him."

"Did Lord Jiang say anything before he died?"

Chen Guanlou thought for a while and took out Jiang Fengyu's memorial, "Lord Jiang insisted on impeaching Lord Jiang before he died. I don't know how to deal with it. Can you teach me?"

He held the memorial in both hands, looking extremely cautious.

Sun Daoning looked at the memorial in his hand and sighed after a long time. He took the memorial and said, "I will pass on Mr. Jiang's memorial. Here are five taels of silver. You can arrange for people to bury the adults. Those with families can be sent back to their families. Those without families can be buried properly. If the silver is not enough, you can go to the Ministry of Justice to ask me for silver."

"Enough, enough! The adults are really kind-hearted!"

"Okay?" Sun Daoning shook his head slowly. He was not kind-hearted at all. He just felt sorry for his fellow man and felt the same way. If it was Jiang Tu's henchmen who died today, he would definitely applaud and drink three cups.

He looked at Chen Guanlou's ignorant appearance and thought to himself that it was good to be young. There was no useless melancholy and nostalgia. He said, "Do your job well."

"I will follow your orders!"

Sun Daoning waved his hand and sent Chen Guanlou away.

Chen Guanlou called the jailer, invited the corpse carrier, bought the coffin, and buried the body.

He looked back several times, and Sun Daoning stood there, as if in a trance. He could clearly feel that there was a force in Sun Daoning's body that was in a state of restlessness. The other party was very angry, but he tried his best to restrain himself.

He used the "Record of Ascension" to cover himself perfectly.

As his cultivation deepened, he became more and more proficient in the "Record of Ascension". He was also more and more shocked by its powerful side. In his eyes, power seemed to have become tangible matter. There were many people, and the power around him seemed very mixed. He even found a fourth-grade warrior in the crowd.

In the past, he could only see warriors below the third grade. Above the third grade, it seemed out of reach for him.

As he mastered the second chapter of the "Record of Ascension", he practiced it to the late stage, and was not far from the great perfection. His sense of power became more and more acute. The power of a fourth-grade warrior is like a slowly flowing stream, peaceful, without waves, but continuous, moistening the body silently, washing the tendons and veins, as if practicing anytime and anywhere.

Very strong!

Chen Guanlou judged that with his current strength, he would definitely not be able to challenge a fourth-grade warrior. He seemed to be able to see that the slow stream suddenly turned into a huge wave, swallowing him.

He took a deep breath,

It's time to challenge a third-grade warrior and weigh his own weight.

Jiang Fengyu's coffin was placed in the charity cemetery. In winter, professionals would send his body back to his ancestral home and bury it in the ancestral tomb. Chen Guanlou even paid the fee in advance, just as a good deed every day, to help the poor Beijing official for the last time.

Life returned to its former calm. Nothing has changed except that there is less money and more things to do.

He sat in the duty room, thinking about where to find a third-grade warrior, both safe and without future troubles. The jailer Qian Fugui ran in hurriedly.

"Boss Chen, something terrible has happened."

"The sky hasn't fallen, why are you panicking! Sit down, let's talk slowly."

Qian Fugui panted, "Boss Chen, this is not much different from the sky falling. Sitong Bank is here to collect debts."

"How ridiculous. What debts does Sitong Bank want? Who owes Sitong Bank money?"

"No one owes Sitong Bank money. But someone does."

This was said in a confused way.

But Chen Guanlou still asked, "Who?" He went through everyone's names in his mind, but he really couldn't think of who it was.

"Boss Chen, have you forgotten? It's the Lord Jiang Fengyu who was just beheaded! When Wan Yuler was still there, he forced Boss Chen to pay money. Later, Boss Chen helped contact Sitong Bank and lent a sum of money to Lord Jiang. Now Lord Jiang is dead, and Sitong Bank got the news and came to ask us for the debt."

"Bullshit! Jiang Fengyu borrowed the money, why should he go to Tianlao to collect the debt? Are you tired of living in Sitong Bank? You dare to go to Tianlao to make trouble. Pack your things and follow me to meet these daring thieves."

"Chen, calm down, Chen, calm down."

At this time, Xiao Jin also rushed to the duty room. He hurriedly held Chen Guanlou, "Chen, calm down. I have already talked to the people from the bank and sent them away."

"How did you send them away?" Chen Guanlou was curious.

Xiao Jin hesitated and felt guilty, but finally said, "I promised them that we would meet at Guanmeilou tonight. Let's sit down and have a good talk about the debt."

"Ridiculous! What's there to talk about? The people who owed money are dead, and Sitong Bank doesn't even let the dead go."

"But the bank said that they agreed to lend money to Mr. Jiang only because we guaranteed it. Now that Mr. Jiang is dead, the guarantor should take the responsibility." Xiao Jin felt more and more guilty and took small steps back. He had already felt Chen Guanlou's anger, and was afraid that the anger would burn on him in the next second.

"Guarantor?" Chen Guanlou scratched his ears, "You're talking about guarantor? To ask for money, you have to go to Tianlao. Who gave Sitong Bank the courage? Do you really think Tianlao is a soft persimmon that is easy to squeeze? Only Tianlao asks others for money, and no one has ever taken a penny from Tianlao."

He slammed the table hard, very disappointed! How could Xiao Jin, who has always been cunning, do such a stupid thing. Talking at night, what the hell.

Xiao Jin huddled by the door, looking ready to run away at any moment, "Boss Chen, you don't know that there are several big backers behind Sitong Bank. It is said that the royal palace has a stake. Even the Crown Prince's East Palace has a share of the profits."