That night, the prison of the magistrate of Xiangyi Prefecture was attacked.
The Eighteen Black Riders broke into the prison at night, rescued two important prisoners imprisoned in the gang, and released other prisoners in the gang.
The prefect Shen Wansheng made timely arrangements and captured half of the prisoners who were released from the prison, and the rest were killed on the spot.
However, the two important criminals detained in the prison were missing.
Shen Wansheng wrote the memorial overnight and traveled 800 miles to rush to the capital.
"Okay, let's burn the bodies and scatter the ashes!"
After Shen Wansheng stabilized the order in the city, he had the bodies of Xu Yuanzun and the old steward of Xu Mansion disposed of together with the bodies of those executed prisoners.
Shattered bones and ashes!
As Shen Wansheng said, he has never been a good person.
Shen Wansheng, who has read thousands of books and traveled thousands of miles, has long understood the truth that no matter what the world is, good people always suffer.
Although the territory of the Tang Dynasty cannot be said to be a golden belt for murder and arson, there are no corpses for building roads and bridges. But in the local area, life is really hard for good people.
Therefore, Shen Wansheng's position for himself is not to be a good person.
He does not do evil and does good deeds to the best of his ability and does good for the people.
But if anyone wants to target him, they will definitely receive his most violent counterattack.
Xu Yuanzun might really be a fool, or he might be a scheming ghost who pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger. Shen Wansheng is not in the mood to guess.
When dealing with this kind of potential threat, he always solves the problem quickly and directly.
Everyone is dead, and no matter what trouble there is, it is no longer trouble in the end.
…
Mr. Xu didn't know that the threat against him had been temporarily cut off from the roots by his sworn second brother. He was currently training his three sons.
"Lao San, why are your legs shaking?"
"Stand still, haven't you eaten?"
"Boss, raise your gun, hit the gun, hit the gun, how did I teach you?"
"You two are quite smart, how come you are dumber than the second child at this time?"
"Dad, did you just call me?"
Xu Laoer, who was focusing on practicing his gun, vaguely heard his father calling him, and immediately turned his head to look over.
Mr. Xu glared at him and said: "Concentrate on practicing the gun. What you are holding is a gun, not a fire stick!"
"You have to use pricking, picking, and sweeping instead of smashing!"
"Smash, smash, smash, whatever gun you use, use a stick!"
…
The irritable Mr. Xu really hates the fact that iron cannot be transformed into steel. He wishes he could reshape all his three sons.
Fu Bao sat on a mat not far away, watching attentively as her father lectured her three brothers. Every time he saw a wonderful move, Fubao would wave his hand gracefully.
At this moment, Fubao really had a gun in his hand, made of withered corn stalks.
Fu Bao held the corn tangerine and clumsily learned his father's unique magical skills.
Not far away, Uncle Lu was looking at Fu Bao with a smile.
Uncle Lu, who came with Zuoqiu's letter, became a member of Old Xu's family after having a fight with Mr. Xu, and his identity was Mr. Xu's master.
That's right, Mr. Xu, who claimed to be outstanding in martial arts, was pushed to the ground and rubbed by Uncle Lu.
After confirming that he could not defeat Uncle Lu at all, Mr. Xu shamelessly bowed his head and asked Uncle Lu to be his disciple.
In order to achieve the purpose of worshiping Uncle Lu as his master, Xu Laozi really went to no limit and even roped in Xu's three elder brothers and asked them to call Uncle Lu their master.
Uncle Lu seemed to be defeated by Mr. Xu's shamelessness, and in the end he could only accept a lot of disciples of Mr. Xu's age. Well, they were just registered disciples.
Fu Bao, on the other hand, was accepted as a disciple by Uncle Lu and became his recognized disciple.
It made Mr. Xu doubt his life for a while. A martial arts prodigy like him, a master of self-created marksmanship, could not catch the eye of his master. On the contrary, his family's treasure was actually noticed.
Fubao was originally doubtful about Uncle Lu's kung fu, but after Uncle Lu casually showed off his ability to pick leaves and pierce rocks, Fubao recognized his master.
Picking leaves and piercing rocks, isn't this the way in martial arts novels, flying leaves, picking flowers, and killing people
Fortunately, she had always thought that this world was just a world of low martial arts, and after a long time of trouble, this might be a world of medium martial arts, or a world of high martial arts.
As for cultivating immortals, Fubao thinks the possibility is basically zero.
If there really are gods, then her old turtles and giant river clams must have become spirits. How could they be caught by her brothers
It's a pity that Fubao didn't dare to ask Uncle Lu too much about martial arts training.
She is just a little baby, and she can already be called a child prodigy by jumping into words and forming sentences. If he behaves more mysteriously, he might be targeted.
Therefore, you must be careful and cautious. Be a little baby for two years. When you grow up and can practice, you can ask questions.
After Mr. Xu finished training his three sons, it was his turn to be trained.
Uncle Lu didn't teach Mr. Xu any moves. According to Uncle Lu, Mr. Xu's moves were already very refined, and they were only a little short of understanding to reach the realm of skill and clumsiness.
This step can only rely on personal understanding.
What Uncle Lu taught Mr. Xu was the breathing method, which can also be called the breathing method.
In Uncle Lu’s words, this is the Taoist method of immortality.
But in Fu Bao's view, she always felt that what Uncle Lu taught her father was the legendary internal strength.
Internal strength, in martial arts novels, is a very magical thing.
For example, in Master Jin's Legend of the Condor Heroes, Guo Jing, the great knight, was just like a fool at first, learning kung fu from the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, but never made much progress.
When he was later taught the inner strength and mental methods of the Quanzhen Sect, it really took off.
Therefore, when Uncle Lu taught her father this breathing technique, Fu Bao listened attentively. When no one paid attention to her, she would imitate him.
After a few days of this, Fu Bao was surprised to find that he could crawl, and he could crawl very fast.
"I have achieved great success!"
Fu Bao feels that he can now be called a heifer flying.
After discovering that he could run around, Fu Bao did not run around like other children, but still obediently watched his brothers being trained on the mat every day.
…
The days passed, and it still didn't rain.
The flow of water in the Peach Blossom River has almost dried up.
The big fish in the river could no longer hide themselves, and one after another became people's meal.
Because wells have been drilled in every village, the people can persevere despite the drought.
The crops on the ground, except for sweet potatoes, which are more drought-tolerant, are basically dead.
Just at this time, an official from the county came down and announced that this year's dragon boat race would be held as usual.
All participating villages, each household in each village will receive two hundred kilograms of millet. (End of chapter)