Master of Fist

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On that day, Jiang's father had no intention of asking a sorcerer to do the same, so he asked someone to set up a firewood pile outside, and directly cremated the two corpses on the spot...

Jiang Heng, who came back to the house at night, stayed up all night. He was looking at the travel record of the bodyguard that Laifu asked for from his uncle.

Although the Sifang Escort Agency is not considered a big Escort Agency, it has always had a relatively strict attitude in management. Every time a dart is shot, it will be recorded in the book, which is also convenient for checking if there is any situation or loss of manpower. If there is a client who has objections to the previous darts after the event, they can also be called out to check.

It's too long because it's not easy to sort out, and only the dart records of the last three months are available.

By the faint candlelight, Jiang Heng flipped through the pages.

"In the forty-two year of Dayan Tianyang, on the eighth day of March, a dart was dispatched, and it was transported to Li's house in the alley of North Street, Fucheng, Cangzhou. Passing through Heiyun Mountain, there was a heavy rain, and he entered the mountain to avoid the ruined temple. At night, a scholar visited. Everyone was vigilant, as it turned out, the scholar was transformed from a dead bone in the mountain. He ran away with all his strength, and three people died...

In the forty-two year of Dayan Tianyang, on March 21st, darts and jewelry darts were issued. Escorted to Zhangji Commercial Bank in Qing County. Passing through Tingshi town and staying at Tingyun Inn, at night I suddenly heard the sound of someone swallowing, everyone didn't want to cause trouble and ignored it, the store knocked on the door a quarter of an hour later and said that there would be wine and food as a gift, seven people died...

In the 42nd year of Dayan Tianyang, on April 18th, darts were sent out, personal darts. Escorted to Liu Yuanwai's home in Northeast Lane, Fucheng City. Passing through Zhaojiaji, at nightfall, the body dart suddenly went berserk, with black hair all over his body, his voice was like a beast roaring, and three people died...

In the 42nd year of Dayan Tianyang, on April 29th, one person died!

In the forty-two year of Dayan Tianyang, on the eighth day of the fifth lunar month, three people died!

Dayan..."

Looking at the shocking records on the dart record, Jiang Heng felt his scalp go numb!

What kind of world is this?

No less than thirty people died in just three months!

Although the uncle has no literary talent and writes dryly, he is still terrified!

Jiang Heng rubbed his sour brows, thinking about it now, how ridiculous it was to think that Fugui lived a carefree life.

After reading the dart record, Xiao Rou went to the study to get a few miscellaneous books about the world's gossip and grotesques.

It wasn't until the sky was gradually getting brighter that Jiang Heng finally took a rough look at it, with very complicated emotions in his heart.

Now he is extremely convinced that this world is definitely not as comfortable as he imagined.

As for yesterday's Liu family, at best, he was influenced and eroded by the sneaky Yin energy.

It is recorded in those miscellaneous books that sneaking is formed by resentment after death. Ordinary people who are contaminated with yin energy will be directly eroded into monsters like Liu's.

But this is not the real sneakiness. It is said that even a martial arts practitioner can't do anything about the real sneakiness, and they have to deal with it carefully.

Although Jiang Heng has never really seen a ghost, he already knows that this world is full of dangers.

Of course, if it was just that, it wouldn't be so complicated, because there are even more weird and weird things about sneaking, and those things are not recorded in detail even in those miscellaneous books.

Because no living person has really seen that thing, and those who have seen it are already dead!

At this time, the little morning light outside the window had already shone on his childish face, but at this time his face was cloudy and cloudy, and he was thinking about many things.

"How can I live in such a world? Continue as before?"

Jiang Heng thought silently, is he living in the comfort zone like before?

That is definitely the way to die!

But how can I survive in this world?

Jiang Heng thought silently, while slowly getting up and stretching.

"Master, do you want to wash up?"

Xiao Rou, who seemed to have been waiting outside the door for a while, said softly.

"come in!"

After washing up for a while, Jiang Heng tidied up a little bit and walked out in spirit.

"Xiaorou tidy up the house, don't follow me today."

Ignoring Xiaorou's surprise, Jiang Heng walked out, and as soon as he left his small courtyard, Laifu, the dog leg outside, was waiting beside him.

"Master, why don't you go to the Shangyue Building as soon as you finish your breakfast? The little one over there has already greeted you, and the place is reserved for you!"

Looking at the dog-legged Lai Fu, Jiang Heng shook his head slightly, "Where's my third uncle?"

"what?"

Laifu was a little confused, why is something different today?

"I won't go to Goulan much in the future, where is my third uncle?"

Laifu was stunned, but he quickly came to his senses. Although he couldn't understand it, the young master was still smiling when he heard that he went to Goulan to listen to the music a few days ago. Why did he just...

"Master, the third master is practicing martial arts at the school grounds!"

"Ok."

Walking through the carved corridor all the way, we came to the school grounds. Jiang Heng's courtyard is relatively close to the school grounds. Along the way, I met some servants and maidservants, but most of them were not as relaxed and happy as before, and they all carried a little heaviness.

It seems that yesterday's turmoil still left a shadow in the hearts of everyone.

The number of people in the school field today is a bit more than in the past. Apart from some guards, there are also many servants joining in, and the third uncle is shirtless, yelling and cursing solemnly at the side.

"Third Uncle!"

"How did you come?"

Looking at Jiang Heng, Jiang Sanhai couldn't help frowning.

Seeing this, Jiang Heng smiled wryly. It seems that this body has not had a good influence on this third uncle. It's just that there used to be Jiang Tai, a better heir, in the family, so he treated his nephew with a relatively indifferent attitude, and usually smiled.

It's just that once the first heir died, Jiang Heng, the heir in line, didn't like it in any way.

It stands to reason that the three brothers of the Jiang family all have their own heirs, but the uncle's only son is now teaching in Fucheng, and he is a scholar with a reputation, obviously his ambition is not here. The third uncle is not married now.

It can be said that Jiang Heng is now the only hope of inheriting the three brothers.

It's just that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment!

"Third uncle, I want to practice martial arts!" Jiang Heng said flatly to his third uncle.

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Sanhai's frowning brows quickly relaxed, and then quickly frowned.

"Brother Heng, don't you think your third uncle and I are easy to fool, don't you?" Jiang Sanhai squinted his eyes, and there was already a hint of sharpness in his tone.

Only now did Jiang Heng suddenly remember that this body had made a mistake before, and used this trick in order to dispel the anger of the elders. It is estimated that in Jiang Sanhai's eyes, he is an ignorant son.

The Jiang family puts a lot of emphasis on culture over martial arts.

"Third Uncle, do I really want to practice martial arts?" Jiang Heng didn't flinch from his sharp gaze.

Jiang Sanhai's eyes widened suddenly, and he began to look at Jiang Heng carefully, and he sighed after a long while.

"I would be happy if you said this to me three years ago, but...now..."

While speaking, Third Uncle shook his head, as if he didn't want to pay attention to Jiang Heng.

"Practicing martial arts pays attention to physical fitness. Twelve years old is the best age for practicing martial arts, and the maximum age for practicing martial arts should not exceed fifteen. Brother Heng, your muscles and bones have already formed, and it's too late to practice martial arts now!"

"Third Uncle, I want to try!" Jiang Heng looked at Third Uncle resolutely.

He is not just practicing martial arts, but also wants to prove it.