Master of Fist

This is something Jiang Heng has been worrying about recently. It stands to reason that since there are two choices, there is no reason why the other party would directly bet the entire Canglang Gang on him alone.

"What? Are you still worried that the old man will not succeed if he has other plans?" Fu Changsheng stroked his beard and smiled lightly.

"Not really, I'm just a little curious. After all, the entire Canglang Gang is investing so much, the boy is under a lot of pressure!" Jiang Heng shook his head, he had no doubts about the Fu family.

Since I have been targeted by the monster, if the other party wants to harm me, then there is no reason for the other party to do everything I can to help.

"It's nothing, and the old man didn't conclude that the so-called monster-slaying sage must be one of us." Fu Changsheng waved his hand and laughed.

"Not one of our own?"

"Well, I can't tell. It's not that the old man doesn't believe it. It's just that there are many doubts. I have seen things like rebellion several times in my life, but I have never heard that rebellion can last for so long.

And I don't think this guy is a good person, I have already proposed to let the old man join him in charitable deeds.

Ah! The more he is like this, the more I will not go! "

Speaking of this, Mr. Fu's face was full of sarcasm, showing that he didn't like the sage demon slayer.

Jiang Heng listened on the sidelines, wanting to hear how this veteran Jianghu analyzed.

"At first, I gave him some supplies, but now I give him as far as I can! The rebellion has been going on for so long, and no one from the Zhenyou Division has taken action. The more I think about it, the more weird I feel!

Jiang Xiaoyou, do you think this is weird? "Fu Changsheng looked at Jiang Heng with a light smile, and Jiang Heng agreed with it very much.

"The old man wondered, what is the trouble between the imperial court and the demon-slaying sage? You said that this guy even said such taboo words. But the imperial court has not seen any movement for a long time, which is very interesting!"

Fu Changsheng and Jiang Heng looked at each other with a sneer.

"Indeed!" Jiang Heng nodded slightly. You must know that the royal family and the aristocratic family are not human races. They have been blocking relevant news over the years and always maintaining their image.

This time, the demon slaying sage was obviously trying to embarrass the court, but the court did not see any action for a long time. Obviously several months have passed.

"In my opinion, the imperial court is planning to take action against us martial artists! Tell me, if there is a suspected external martial artist, how will our Yiqi League react?"

As soon as Fu Changsheng said this, Jiang Heng was so startled that a layer of white sweat broke out on his back.

"You mean to say that this is a bureau arranged by the imperial court?"

"Well, it's almost inseparable! As for whether this demon-slaying sage is a member of the court, I don't know. It may be to use the relationship, or it may be a game in itself from the beginning!"

Fu Changsheng nodded, his face was a little heavy, but he immediately smiled.

"But it doesn't matter, the old man can see that there is something wrong with it. Those old ghosts are even more troublesome!"

Wen Yan Jiang Heng breathed a sigh of relief, now the human race can't stand any big wind and waves.

"I'll write a copy of the prescription for strengthening the bones later. As for now...You better get used to it first!"

Fu Changsheng shook his head, laughed and took Fu Qingshui to the door and left.

Leaving Jiang Heng, who wanted to cry without tears, he couldn't move at will, so he simply sat cross-legged, trying to tame the blood dragon in his body.

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As dusk approached, the whole Cangzhou began to become more and more desolate.

While Zhang Fu was galloping on the street, he looked around. The city is not safe now, and his uncles and aunts at home have warned him that it is best to go home early.

"I'll be scolded by my aunt again when I go back!"

Twelve-year-old Zhang Fu has always been brought up by his uncle and aunt, and he is very afraid of his aunt who is a bit aggressive.

Sweat, feet, saliva, and even a slight smell of excrement and urine.

Zhang Fu kept trotting forward avoiding the messy rubbish all over the floor. Now there is a lot of rubbish in the city, and even some guards patrolling the streets are rare.

Go through a few alleyways and into a trail.

Zhang Fu then saw at the end of the dark path, a woman who was as sturdy as a man was staring at him angrily with a broom.

Zhang Fu and his uncle and aunt lived in the narrow alley between two inns. It was originally the utility room of one of the inns, but after being spotted by his aunt, he rented it out at a price of 30 copper coins per month, which was considered a place to live. place.

At this time, the smell of rice wafted from the room from time to time, swallowing foam, Zhang Fu looked at the middle-aged woman in front of him with some distress.

"You still know to come back? Did my mother tell you? Come back sooner, come back sooner!"

Speaking of which, the middle-aged woman rushed up and grabbed Zhang Fu's ears and beat him with a broom. The beating didn't hurt, but Zhang Fu still grinned.

"Okay, I'll be fine when Xiaofu comes back, hurry up, you're starving." At this moment, a middle-aged thin man walked out, because the eaves of the door was very low, the middle-aged man had to bow.

"Okay!" Zhang Fu jumped up happily, got rid of his aunt, and sneaked into the house, making the woman behind him very angry.

"You're used to it!"

Facing his wife's scolding, the middle-aged man just grinned foolishly.

Several people entered the room and sat down, the space inside was very small, apart from a fairly large wooden bed and a relatively small bed, there was only a stove and an old dilapidated table that could be placed in the room chair.

The firewood was piled outside, and several pieces of starched and whitened clothes were strung up with ropes inside the house.

There are only three people in the family. Zhang Fu's uncle and aunt had never had children, so the couple treated Zhang Fu's nephew as if they were their own children. They had a hard time, but they were also happier.

"Come back so early today, is it because the boss doesn't have much work?"

There was only a small bowl of rice and a plate of pickled vegetables on the table. The middle-aged woman took a bite of the rice and asked her husband next to her.

"Oh, the master is gone, and the whole family left last night. I saw the steward today. The steward asked me to repair the window of a wing room inside, and he paid me for it. He said it was the master's house. If I sell it, I won't work there anymore." The middle-aged man was silent for a moment before hesitatingly replied.

There was silence at the dinner table, and after a while, the middle-aged woman forced a smile and picked some pickles for her husband.

"Eat first, eat first! This... I will think about it later!"

The middle-aged man nodded silently, and there were only the sound of bowls and chopsticks and swallowing in the room again. Poor families eat faster, but on the way to eat, the woman caught a glimpse of a small package that Zhang Fu held tightly while eating.

This is what my nephew just brought back from outside, seeing this, I can't help feeling angry.

"Xiaofu, didn't aunt tell you that we can't take other people's things?"

"It was given to me by someone else!" Zhang Fu hugged the package in his arms even tighter.