Master of Fist

The huge willow tree that was as thick as the two hugged was split in two neatly? !

This willow tree is quite old. It was as big as two people hugging each other, and the length was as high as a roof.

For such a thick and tall willow tree, it would take an hour for an ordinary person to cut it with an axe, and it would take several minutes to cut it with a saw.

How could a normal person split such a thick stake with one knife?

Such a knife, if cut on a person...

The result is predictable.

Jiang Heng's heart was already filled with turbulent waves.

What the hell is going on here? Isn't this a historical fiction? But the martial arts world?

"Huh? Brother Heng, why don't you come back later today?"

The third uncle seemed to have calmed down a lot after venting with his knife, and looked at Jiang Heng with a displeased tone.

Jiang Heng was shocked. He originally thought that this was just a world with a structure similar to that of the ancient Ming and Song Dynasties in his previous life. He didn't expect that such a thick willow tree could be easily split by personal force!

This is only one-third of an acre of land in Hengjiang County, what if it is the entire Dayan? Or even the whole world?

How high is the force ceiling?

Even if Jiang Heng didn't see this point, he could foresee that this is definitely not an ordinary world.

At this moment, it seemed that a door was opened, and at the same time, Jiang Heng's heart, which had been gradually corrupted by a wealthy life after rebirth, gradually came alive.

"Don't be distracted when third uncle is talking to you!"

The third uncle's tone was a little displeased, and he was uncharacteristically scolding.

Only then did Jiang Heng recover from the shock, and at the same time he muttered inwardly, did the third uncle take gunpowder today? Why did you get angry at him right away?

"Let's go! Come with me to meet your elder brother!" The third uncle dragged Jiang Heng to the backyard involuntarily.

The third uncle is a martial arts practitioner, and his strength is terrifying. After feeling unable to resist, they went to the backyard together.

Jiang's mansion is very large. In addition to Jiang's father's family members living in the innermost part of the backyard, the uncle's and third uncle's relatives also live in the backyard.

After walking through the simple and elegant carved corridors, you arrive at the lobby in the backyard. It is usually a place for family members to eat or discuss business together, but at this time it is already overcrowded, with dizzying numbers of people coming in and out.

Jiang Heng even heard the sound of crying and talking from a distance.

Is this a big deal?

Jiang Heng vaguely guessed something, and followed his third uncle all the way to the hall. At this time, the old scene disappeared, replaced by a full hall of picks.

There was a huge coffin in the center of the lobby. At this time, my father and uncle and several masters in the escort agency were discussing something solemnly. And next to her was the aunt who was almost fainted from crying!

"Third Uncle, what's going on?" Seeing this, Jiang Heng took a deep breath and asked Third Uncle beside him.

"It's your elder brother! He... oh!"

The third uncle's tone was a little sad at this time, as if he didn't want to recall this incident.

But at this time, the voices of the servants next to him and the guys in the escort agency said the answer.

"Oh, the young master is so miserable!"

"Isn't that right? I took a look when I just carried it in. Tsk tsk, the blood has been sucked dry. It's like a dry bone!"

"It's a pity! The eldest young master is the most likely to inherit the bodyguard bureau in the house!"

"Oh! God damn sneak!"

"I heard that even people who practice martial arts are like ants in front of sneaks. Sigh, the Escort has lost a lot of brothers in this weird and sneaky thing this year! I didn't expect it to be the young master's turn this time!"

sneaky?

Listening to the new vocabulary, Jiang Heng diverted his attention a little. It has only been a week since he was reborn, and if he wants to talk about his feelings, maybe his mother Dou and his younger sister Yuyin who often stay at home. This eldest brother has not seen much because he often travels outside, let alone sad.

Maybe it was because this body lived too comfortably before, so that no one mentioned these news to him.

Entering the lobby, the lobby was already full of people. The place closest to the coffin was a burly middle-aged man with a square face and a pair of sword eyebrows. He was wearing a black brocade suit, and his sharp eyes were thinking about this right now.

This middle-aged man is Jiang Heng's cheap father, and Jiang Erhai is the talker of the Jiang family!

In addition, there was a thin man standing next to him who seemed to be in his late 40s or 50s. He had half-white hair, his brows always gave off a sad expression, and he had a black and white beard on his chin. He looked a bit bitter. Shen, wearing a blue brocade suit, this is Jiang Heng's uncle, Jiang Dahai.

"My son!~" The aunt was crying loudly at this time.

The aunt was originally the kind of person with a loud voice, and now her howling resounded even more in the lobby, making everyone around her feel aching in their ears and eyes.

But no one dared to say otherwise, because it was her son who died.

Niangliu's family is just such a son, who is about the same age as Jiang's father, and they are both in their forties. After the loss of a child in middle age, it is even more painful.

"Master! Master! You must avenge our child!~"

Aunt Liu was weeping miserably, her makeup had already been changed in various ways at this time, and she looked quite scary.

"What kind of revenge? Killed by a ghost? Don't tell me you want all of us to die?" Jiang Erhai scolded with a frown, without the slightest bit of grief over the loss of a son.

Jiang Heng looked at this scene of ethical drama and felt a little chills in his heart, this is the age of ignorance. I'm afraid that in the eyes of a cheap father like myself, the dead son is not a son at all, is he?

"Hmph! Come on, go to the city and invite a Taoist priest to do a ritual. If you are killed by a ghost, you are destined not to be buried in the ground. After the ritual, you can be cremated!"

"You!~You~!" Aunt Liu trembled angrily and disrespectful, pointing at Father Jiang trembling angrily, "You give me back my son's life!!!"

Shouting and cursing, Aunt Liu managed to break free from the handmaid's support, and rushed towards Father Jiang with all her teeth and claws, as if she wanted to scratch his face.

Boom!

Kicking it away mercilessly, Jiang's father said with a cold face, "Come here, the lady is tired! Take the lady back to the room to rest!"

The surrounding uncles and a group of bodyguards watched silently, and soon two strong servants were about to step forward.

But at this moment, Aunt Liu rushed towards the coffin in an extremely vigorous figure.

"Huh? Not good!!!"

Seeing Jiang's father's complexion changed drastically, he couldn't help shouting, "Stop her quickly! You stupid woman!"

Seeing this sudden scene, the bodyguards and uncles and uncles all changed color, as if something terrible was about to happen.

On the contrary, the rest of the people were stunned, and they didn't understand why the Patriarch and the masters were so anxious.

However, it was Liu who took the lead in throwing herself on the coffin, and threw herself on the corpse in the coffin, crying loudly.

Seeing this scene, Jiang's father suddenly stopped his forward steps, and actually began to slowly retreat.

"Knife!"

The servant not far away didn't know what was going on, so he didn't react for a while.

"If you don't want to die, take my knife!!!"

Father Jiang yelled violently, while the uncle and the other masters all retreated one after another, as if they were guarding against some scourge.

Jiang Heng was secretly startled, and his intuition told him that this matter might not be as simple as it appears!

Isn't this the martial arts world?

Could it be...