Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"Zhongyan, have you found out the details of this Wang Xuebin?"

In the prefectural prefecture, Lord Liu asked calmly.

Liu Zhongyan was his housekeeper and has been with him for ten years.

"Officials, this person is a civilian, not an official family. As for where the money comes from, I have not found it!"

Lord Liu said thoughtfully:

"I won't wait, let's test it first! I will send the village soldiers to surround his garden tomorrow and search for serious offenders who have privately hidden soldiers and armor. Remember to let those who are more contented and dare to hide and destroy the garden, and be more responsible and will not forgive me!"

"Official, this..."

Liu Zhongyan was a little hesitant

Lord Liu waved his hand:

"It's okay, the house is ready to be dedicated to Shangguan. Just do things carefully and don't leave any handles for others!"

Lord Liu was born in a poor family and passed the imperial examination at the age of 26. He was a magistrate all the way and became a prefect. He would not make a big fuss about a garden.

But in the officialdom, if you don’t bribe, Shangguan will not remember you. This time he is planning to present the garden to Zhao Ruyu in exchange for an advancement.

As for Wang Xuebin, it was not within his consideration at all. He had already proposed to exchange the imperial examination quotas. Wang Xuebin still refused. What can he do?

I can only feel wronged and do some dirty work!

Wang Xuebin watched the performance of the two on the roof. When he saw Liu Zhongyan going out, he turned over and landed lightly behind Liu Zhongyan. His fingers were heavy, and a force penetrated into his acupoint.

Liu Zhongyan fell to the ground without saying a word, lost his breath.

This is acupuncture technique studied by Wang Xuebin. It was inferred based on the acupuncture function. Many people died for this point.

Currently, only sleepy acupoints, fatal acupoints, macaque acupoints, and pain acupoints. Those who have not yet been studied such as fixed body have not been studied. There are not many robbers who can test them and have poor physical condition. They die after a few attempts.

Wang Xuebin held Liu Zhongyan, who had a fatal hole in the quilt, hid him in the flowers and trees, covered him with branches and vines, and then entered the study openly.

Lord Liu was about to process the official document. When he heard the voice, he looked up and was shocked, but his face was not revealed, and he said with a smile:

"Oh! Guanlan is here, sit down!"

After saying that, he turned his head and shouted out the window:

"Takahiko, go prepare tea!"

Wang Xuebin did not sit down, and walked to Lord Liu with a box on his back and said:

"Sir, don't bother. There are only you and me here!"

Seeing this, Lord Liu's heart sank.

"I wonder what Guanlan has to do here to see him?"

Wang Xuebin took off the box on his back, placed it on the table, and opened it.

There are fourteen fine steel knives in the box, from large knives to small knives, placed in two layers.

On the upper floor are eight handles, engraved with eight words: heaven, earth, general, law, wisdom, trust, benevolence, courage, and eight words for interrogation.

There are six handles on the lower level for execution, with a line of words engraved on each knife.

Defend one death against the order,

Second killing interferes in politics and power,

Three killings and corruption,

Four kills to the enemy and treason,

The five killers of the comrades were killed.

The last hand is engraved: Killing oneself and becoming a good man

This was created by Wang Xuebin himself, just for collection, but when killing bandits, he accidentally exchanged one for one, and then it became troublesome.

He held the lonely straight blade knife and felt uncomfortable no matter how he looked. Later, he couldn't help it and exchanged all the sets, and then felt much more relieved.

He also decided that he would use this as a weapon in this life.

"Mr. Liu, at this point, you and I have no room for maneuver!"

Wang Xuebin slowly lined up eight short knives in a row and placed them on the table, then took out a knife engraved with three killings and corrupt acts, and then closed the box.

This sound shocked Lord Liu:

"Wang Xuebin, don't mislead yourself. I am the official in the court. If something happens, you cannot escape. As long as you are willing to offer the garden, I can report to the court and seek an official position for you. This is a benefit that others cannot ask for!"

Wang Xuebin shook his head without answering. He took out a piece of linen cloth, dipped it in some alcohol, picked up a short knife, wiped it, then grabbed Lord Liu's hand, pressed it on the table, and stabbed it down, nailed it to the opposite end.

"ah!!!"

Lord Liu howled, shrill and sad.

"Give me your life, ah...Young Master, please spare me! I was wrong..."

Lord Liu is far less strong than he thought, so he couldn't stand the first blow.

Wang Xuebin picked up another knife, wiped it, and nailed his right hand to the table.

"Uh~ Liu Zhongyan, come here quickly, help me..."

After realizing that Wang Xuebin would not let him go, he didn't care about so much, so he hurriedly called for help.

"Mr. Liu, you are the last one, your butler is waiting for you in front of you!"

As he said that, he no longer delayed his throat. Wang Xuebin saw that he had no rest, and his eyes that had never closed were full of regret.

"If I had known today, why would I have to be the first?"

Lord Liu was originally a poor man. After becoming rich, he accepted the investment from a wealthy businessman and was engaged in population trading. He sold the people from Song land to the Jin Kingdom, making countless money for this.

He became the prefect of Suzhou with his thin horse as a bribe, and his business also went to Suzhou.

Wang Xuebin endured him for so long just to avoid alarming the enemy. He killed him in one go. Unexpectedly, Lord Liu happened to plot against him today, and he hit the gun.

The Song Dynasty prohibited population trading, and slaves were also hired, which lasted for five years or ten years, and the master family was not allowed to deal with it at will.

Of course, the law belongs to the law and execution belongs to the execution, and it is inevitable in the era of rule of man.

But as an official of the court, it is really rare to take the lead in breaking the law.

Wang Xuebin wiped the knife, sterilized it and put it back in the box. Since he got sick, he has paid a lot of attention to his body and personal hygiene.

After Wang Xuebin cleared his traces, he was about to leave when he suddenly saw a note on the desk. He saw the name mentioned on the note, frowned, put the note in his arms, and flew away.

Guanlan is the name of Wang Xuebin and the name of this garden. He originally wanted to name it Wangjiazhuang, but later he was ridiculed by his friend, who gave him the name.

In Wang Xuebin's opinion, there is no difference between the two names. They are where people live. They make up for the sake of their names and are not worthy of them. You should know that he always called this garden Ernianzhuang at first.

"Brother Huang, what's going on!"

Wang Xuebin lay on a small boat, which was floating gently in the water. Looking at the official document in his hand, he heard a gust of wind breaking in his ears. He put away the note, but did not get up, and asked directly.

Brother Huang glanced at him, and couldn't stand his tired and lazy look.

"Hmph! But you are the ones who sell their first place with a sign!"

As he said that, he secretly sent his internal force and threw a book of accounts.

Wang Xuebin was free to pieces and his body did not move, but the boat moved two meters. Wang Xuebin didn't care. He opened it and looked around, threw it back.

"This thing is useless. It's already terrible from top to bottom. A black account cannot solve the problem."

Brother Huang frowned when he heard this, but did not say anything, but silently put away the account book.

Wang Xuebin stood up, moved slightly, floated to the shore, and pulled his arm to walk towards the dining room.

"Let's go and have a meal, and today I've had barbecue, I've baked it!"

Brother Huang followed obediently, but said sarcastically:

"People like you really ruined this elegant garden!"

After hearing this, Wang Xuebin smiled and didn't care.

This man's surname is Huang, his name is Gu, and his courtesy name is Quji. He was originally from Zhoushan. His ancestors were from a family of officials. Because of a false case, he was demoted to Yunnan. He was weak and sickly when he was young.

Later, due to some adventures, I obtained some damaged secrets. Although these secrets were damaged, they were indeed powerful, so I learned a skillful martial arts.

This time, he came to participate in the imperial examinations on the order of his father, but he loved Laos and Zhuangzi since he was a child and did not like Confucianism. He had never even passed the examinations. In anger, he wrote articles criticizing Confucius on the wall of the Gongyuan and fled from Lin'an.

Wang Xuebin and the other two met while building a garden, and he was also very interested in it, so they studied together. Wang Xuebin and Huang Gu worked together to build the garden.

One is an ancient erudite and knowledgeable little arrogant, and the other is an angry young man with rich experience in modern times, who is very close to the conversation.

The two of them came to the kitchen hall, picked up the meat skewers that the people had dressed, lit the charcoal fire and grilled them.

The marinade for barbecue was learned by Wang Xuebin from a master in Xinjiang. It tastes fresh and fragrant. The roasted meat has plenty of juice, tender but not chewy.

"Brother Huang, I'm going out for a while, and I'll leave the garden to you!"

Huang Gu frowned and looked at Wang Xuebin and asked:

"What's going to do with Brother Guanlan?"

Wang Xuebin glanced at him and said:

"The elders have some trivial matters that need to be dealt with!"

Huang Gu asked:

"When will you leave?"

Wang Xuebin answered

"tomorrow!"

"how long?"

"I don't know, just live there first. I know your character, just a garden, and it's not as good as our friendship!"

Huang Gu frowned and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Wang Xuebin.

"No need to say anything, I will set off tomorrow!"

Huang Gu nodded and said:

"Go early and come back early!"

Wang Xuebin smiled and said nothing. The next day, Wang Xuebin, who had packed his luggage, waved to Huang Gu and left on a donkey.

On the way, Wang Xuebin took out the official document from his arms.

It says that Marshal Yue was posthumously named King E, and King Shen, who was granted after Qin Hui's death, changed his posthumous title to "Miao Chou", and pursued Qin Hui's crime of injuring the country.

He knew what this meant. This could be said to be the last struggle of the Song Dynasty. After the rise of Yuan Meng, the Song Dynasty would have no spare energy!

He knew it would be useless for him to go, but he still wanted to go and see him. In addition, Mr. Jiaxuan mentioned by Master San was there, even if it was a communication.

As a Chinese seedling, I always have some feelings. I can take on this feeling but can't let go!