Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 128

The Fuzhou government office was the center of a county in Fuzhou during the Ming and Qing Dynasties. It is located in the middle and west of Fuzhou City, with Yuewang Mountain as a barrier in the north, and Jiuxian and Wushi Mountains facing each other in the south.

After several generations of construction, the government office has become as elegant as a garden, and you can see the three beautiful mountains and the green forest Danli from the top of your head.

But in the middle of the night today, the officials who were supposed to be on the official case in the lobby of the government office were nowhere to be seen, but a vicious-looking monk was sitting upright, eating wine and meat by himself, and led a group of people to surround Jiang Wen in the middle. It's been half an hour.

Jiang Wen looked around expressionlessly, and saw that standing among the guards of honor, such as green flags, green umbrellas, copper sticks and leather spears, was not the third class of yamen servants, but a group of strange men with hideous faces. There were stab wounds all over the body, and they all laughed maliciously.

"You have arrested the wrong person. I am just an ordinary guest of the Lin family, a small character who collects money to do things. Also, are you really an imperial envoy? You are obviously a monk, right? Why does the monk still drink and eat meat?"

Jiang Wen stared at the roasted chicken spirits on the koan, the monk did not intend to wipe off the oil stains around his mouth, so he glanced at Jiang Wen.

"Ignorance, we adults cultivate our minds but not our mouths!"

A subordinate said in a cold voice.

Jiang Wen looked at the people beside him without stopping.

"No, why do I see women's clothes on the ground?"

"We adults cultivate our minds but not our precepts!"

The subordinates didn't take it seriously.

"Does Xiude stop killing?"

"No fix!"

"Do you practice crossing people?"

"No fix!"

"Oh."

Jiang Wen frowned and said, "Then dare to ask this non-cultivating master..."

"Presumptuous! Our lord's name is Yankong!"

After being tormented by Jiang Wen, Monk Yankong finally stood up full of wine and food, wiped his beard, and looked down at Jiang Wen with a half-smile on his face.

"Who are you."

Jiang Wen glanced at him, and whispered to himself, "You arrested me here and asked who I am? Do you believe me when I say I'm Zhang Mazi?"

"My lord imperial envoy asked me a question, but I didn't kneel down to answer it!"

Seeing this, one of his subordinates was furious, raised his thick eyebrows at Jiang Wen, and swung his eyebrow-level stick to hit Jiang Wen's knee.

Jiang Wen snorted coldly, turned around in disdain, and endured the ruthless blow.

But this ruthless move, which can easily break a human leg, broke in two like hitting a rock.

"Weak and weak, come again!"

Hearing Jiang Wen's ridicule, the weirdly dressed subordinates burst into anger. This time, they picked up the copper stick of ceremonial guard and swung it with full strength. Obviously, they didn't believe in ordinary flesh and blood. broken.

It only took a moment for the stick to reach the body, but this time the stick not only did not break, but also bounced back the same way faster than when it came, and the tiger's mouth burst open and it was released uncontrollably in an instant.Hit himself on the head with a stick.

As a stream of blood flowed down from his forehead, the subordinate's eyes were turned up in disbelief, and he fell to the ground without any breath.

Even though Jiang Wen's hands were put in shackles and an iron chain was wrapped around his neck, this kind of murderous temperament while talking and laughing still made them feel terrified.

Jiang Wen, who had the power of a stick, smiled lightly, making these ruthless people with scars on their faces nervous.

"You are so good at work, why don't you stay and work for me, I can let you live."

Monk Yankong sat behind the case, and his ordinary speech was like thunder on the ground, shaking the case slightly.

Jiang Wen laughed when he heard it.

"Master, I see that your kung fu has also been trained to perfection, why did you damage your brain?"

There was another subordinate next to him who wanted to try to do something wrong, but Jiang Wen stared back at him first. If he really didn't open his eyes, Jiang Wen didn't mind letting him try how the body-protecting qi works.

Jiang Wen continued, "Today you said you were going to try the case, but you didn't even call a master of swords and pens. Besides, the transcripts and notes can be forged. How can this case be decided is not based on your empty teeth. Wait a minute, master, why don't you?" Will be illiterate..."

Monk Yankong snorted coldly, stretched out his arms like a roc's wings, grabbed the brush as quickly as electricity, finished writing on a token, and threw it in front of Jiang Wen.

"Do you know how to write the word 'death'!? If you don't choose to cooperate honestly, this brand of execution will be inserted into your head later."

Jiang Wen raised his eyes to see the word "death" on the token, and it turned out to be strong cursive, and the other party was really not illiterate - not only that, but this calligraphy was much better than Jiang Wen's.

"This word is sa! It's very sassy!"

Jiang Wen raised Dai Jian's hand and gave him a thumbs up.

The men next to him couldn't figure out if he was acting strangely, so they directly shouted, "Presumptuous!"

Jiang Wen sneered and shrugged at him.

"I mean it sincerely. Sa is a compliment from our hometown, which means straightforward and neat. Do you think your master's calligraphy is embarrassing?"

While punishing his heart, Jiang Wen added to Monk Yankong.

"The brushwork of the past dynasties has included pause pen, setback pen, turning pen, and bleed pen. In my opinion, they are all ingenious and stingy. A real hero like me, I appreciate Master Yankong, you are a great master. Sabi!"

After Jiang Wen's flattery, Monk Yankong always felt that something was wrong, but he was flattered by the flattery of the hall's helpless voice, and he showed joy along with him.

"Since your martial arts are very good and you are so knowledgeable about current affairs, go and kill someone for me."

"Kill who?"

Jiang Wen asked subconsciously.

"You go and bring the head of the chief escort of the Fuwei Escort Bureau, one life for another, and you will forget about the murder tonight, and I can show you a clear way."

Monk Yankong spoke harshly, but his eyes under the thick eyebrows showed a sly look, obviously he was not fooled by Jiang Wen's flattery.

"My lord, you mean Lin Zhennan?"

Jiang Wen looked at Monk Yankong with a strange expression.

"Not bad!"

Seeing Jiang Wen's expression of bargaining, Monk Yankong slapped the table with his giant palm, "Is it difficult to kill him?"

Jiang Wen looked at Monk Yankong in embarrassment, raised his neck like a murder, and sighed.

"No, Lin Zhennan is my dear friend, brother and sister..."

The subordinates on both sides had fierce eyes, and they planned to swarm up and end Jiang Wen here, because his flattery just now really made them feel uncomfortable and felt like they were sitting on pins and needles.

Jiang Wen said again slowly.

"I have to pay more!"

"Bangdang."

The hidden weapons in the hands of several subordinates accidentally dropped to the ground.

But Monk Yankong shouted angrily, and flew out from behind the koan, his iron palm like a cattail fan fell from the air.

Jiang Wen's shoulders sank, and he put the yoke on the shelf. The wooden yoke board was smashed instantly, and the iron chains on his body were broken by the fierce palm force. His two feet immediately crushed the green bricks in the hall of the government office, and his internal energy repeatedly churned. , I just feel like Mount Tai is overwhelming.

"Think this imperial envoy is easy to deceive? Can catch my 20-year-old Vajra Prajna Palm, but serve as a servant of the Fuwei Escort? Ridiculous!"

Jiang Wen's shoulders hurt like a thousand needles, but his face didn't show it at all, but Monk Yankong's powerful external skills were beyond his expectations - no wonder the Qing court only sent him to break through Fuzhou city is a dragon's pool and a tiger's den.

"A master also has to support his family."

Jiang Wen pointed out with Yiyang, deliberately hiding some strength, Monk Yankong's monk's robe soared, his thick pillar-like arm also made a move brazenly, with five fingers intertwined in a weird gesture, one knuckle suddenly protruding, and Jiang Wen Fight together!
Vigorous versus brave, fingers collided with each other with force enough to split gold and stone, making a violent sound.

This time, both of them retreated a few steps, and did not try to make another move.

"How does my Dali Vajra Finger taste?"

Monk Yankong grinned appreciatively and said, "I can tell you very clearly that it really doesn't matter whether you plead guilty tonight or not. I will post your plea announcement at dawn, and then Fuwei will Escort together ask to cut!"

Jiang Wen withdrew his sore finger.

The opponent's internal strength is undoubtedly superior to his, and he has practiced martial arts to the bones. He is indeed the type of opponent that Jiang Wen has the most headaches. It can be said that he is as difficult to deal with as the chiseled people in Wuyi Mountain.

But it doesn't mean that Jiang Wen can't beat him.

What gave Jiang Wen the most headache was when he found out that the other party was not targeting him, but Lin Zhennan.

Jiang Wen didn't want to do anything, because he still needed to find out more information.If one imperial envoy is killed, the Qing government can still send tens of thousands of imperial envoys. As long as the situation against Lin Zhennan remains, the Lin family will never be able to escape.

Monk Yankong didn't want to do anything, because he saw that Jiang Wen's martial arts methods were unknown, and it would be easy to lose his apparent strength in a fight.This drama is just about to begin, and it is a great pity that any mistakes in any link lead to an early exit.

In fact, ever since Geng Jingzhong's sudden appearance tonight, Jiang Wen felt that something was wrong, and he seemed to have stepped into a pre-set trap.

Those who set the trap don't care who gets caught, because no matter who they are, they have ways to guide, create, and frame the results they want.

"Master Yankong, Lin Zhennan is just an ordinary Jiang Hu person. If you find him annoying, I advise him to take the Fuwei Escort and get out of Fuzhou City. Why bother to kill them all?"

Jiang Wen said helplessly, "I can make him swear that he will never set foot in Fuzhou again—otherwise I will break his son's leg."

Monk Yankong sneered.

"The Fuwei Escort colluded with the White Lotus Sect and intended to rebel in Fuzhou City. The evidence for this matter has already been conclusive. This imperial envoy killed him to take advantage of him. How dare you plead for a rebel?!"

Jiang Wen's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly understood what he was involved in.

Fuwei Escort's collusion with the White Lotus Sect is of course nonsense. With Lao Linzi's meek temper, he is fiercely aggressive in making money and building relationships. At other times... even if it is sunny when you go out, you have to bring an umbrella. It is absolutely impossible for the whole family to die rebel.

But don't forget, if the Lin family can't do this, it doesn't mean the Geng family can't do it!

In Guangzhou City, Geng Jimao fought with Shang Kexi for power, and was forced to move to Fujian, an indisputable place for military strategists, because they beat away Li Dingguo and Zheng Chenggong, who were originally entrenched in Guangdong, a fat land.

The so-called flying birds make good bows, cunning rabbits die good dogs, the Geng family came to Fujian at this time, what should they do?

The situation is obvious, and the method is also very simple. The answer is directly deep in the bones of the Liaodong generals-to raise the bandits to respect themselves!
Geng Jingzhong's fundamental purpose of recruiting Fuwei Escort Bureau and Qingcheng faction is to use the power of the Jianghu to consolidate his own rule.

This trick is gratifying and understandable, so taking advantage of Shaolin's entry into Guangdong to recruit Wudang masters, the Geng family's best "foreign enemy bandits" are the deep-rooted White Lotus Sect in Liangjiang and Fujian...

Geng Jingzhong is a fine individual, obviously seeing through the weakness of the Qing government's rule over the south, he followed the rhythm of Shang Kexi, an old fox, and started planning, instantly discovering his own characteristics.

The plan went smoothly from head to toe, but unfortunately he forgot one thing.

The reason why Shang Kexi can do whatever he wants in Guangzhou is because Guangzhou is under the new rule, and the Qing court has massacred violently.

However, Fuzhou has been surrendered for a long time, and the law and order are stable. Geng Jingzhong wanted to attract the White Lotus Sect, which was tantamount to throwing rat feces into the white porridge that the Qing court had just boiled.

Even Geng Jimao hastily issued an order to the imperial envoy of the Qing court, saying that it was his son who made a mistake and the Geng family had no intention of rebelling.

Because of this, Geng Jingzhong, who was obviously planning to have a big fight with Monk Yankong in order to get someone tonight, left in a daze after seeing his father's handwritten note.

Young people, after all, can't hold their breath.

What's even more difficult is that Geng Jingzhong's departure at this time means that all the blame has been handed over to Fuwei Escort.

Who colluded with the White Lotus Sect?Who wants to rebel?
Whoever gets close to the Geng family will be the one!
In this way, the Qing court's goal of cutting off the wings of the Geng family was easily achieved.

"Relying on the White Lotus Sect to rebel? Master Yankong, you think too highly of these mobs, don't you?"

Jiang Wen sneered.

Monk Yankong also had a grin on his rough face.

"The White Lotus Sect is not enough, what about adding Zheng Ni? The siege of Nanjing is still in sight, do you think the court will take it lightly?"

Jiang Wen sighed, Lin Zhennan was really too courageous, he made a wrong critical step, and he was clearly implicated by him this time.

Could it be that Fuzhou City and Fuwei Escort Bureau are destined to have only one left?
Jiang Wen suddenly realized, why does this have the taste of "success and failure are also wind and cloud"?

What made Jiang Wen even more worried was Lin Zhennan's performance in the Hall of Sharing in Nether Lane tonight.

The main hall was empty, and there was a wooden plate overturned on the ground when entering the door. Normal people would be attracted to pay more attention to it.

But after Lin Zhennan had well expressed his astonishment when he entered the yard, he easily ignored the existence of the sand table, and followed Jiang Wen to look at the small cabinet where the corpse was hidden in the house.

This shows that Lin Zhennan is familiar with the existence of the sand table, knows the location of the cabinet, and has even been to this Nether Lane and entered this Xiangdian!

Having been able to roam the rivers and lakes together, Jiang Wen is very clear about Lin Zhennan's character. He is a person who has a lot of thoughts and can hide words. Some things he thinks don't need to be said, he can say nothing.

But Jiang Wen didn't think that he would be the murderer who framed him.

It's true that he didn't tell himself some things, but their friendship doesn't need to be said much.

Although Lin Zhennan had something to hide from him today, Jiang Wen still remembered that the country martial arts coach who was full of wind and frost, after listening to Jiang Wen's eloquent business plan, he didn't say a word or show any doubts.

That day, the quack guy in the wild store who couldn't even eat enough, just drank the bad wine in the bowl and picked up the conversation jokingly, really wanting his only son to worship Jiang Wen as his teacher.

He also said that if he failed to get out of Fuzhou City alive, the children in his hometown would be entrusted to Jiang Wen to take care of them.

In fact, some words do not need to be said.

Just like Jiang Wen didn't need to doubt Lao Linzi.

"Master Yankong, it's getting so late, do you have to arrange a place for me to live?"

Jiang Wen smiled and said, "I see that the prisons in the government office face south and have excellent Feng Shui."

Monk Yankong raised his thick eyebrows slightly, his monk robe whirled back to the back of the koan, and sat in the grand master's chair.

"If it's not for something important, I will definitely share life and death with you. I know that you stay here because you want to find a chance to kill me."

The weapons under his hand clashed, full of murderous aura.

"But it doesn't matter, as long as you stay in the prison obediently, the imperial envoy will give the Fuwei Escort Bureau seven days before posting an official notice. If they really have no intention of rebelling, these seven days can completely allow them to retreat unscathed."

Monk Yankong stretched out his giant palm, crushed the gavel on the case table, and said with a smirk, "If after seven days, they still choose to stay in Fuzhou City, it is a great crime of treason, waiting to take the blame for Geng Jingzhong Let's cut it!"

Jiang Wen turned around with a smile and said.

"Seven days is too much. Even if you lock me in the Tianzi cell and don't go out, with Lin Zhennan's timid character, he will definitely run away with his whole family within seven days."

Jiang Wen walked out of the lobby easily, planning to stay honestly in the government office and monitor the Yankong monk.

But when he walked out of the hall, he heard Yan Kong laughing behind his back, and said arrogantly.

"Even if I don't take action, do you know how many people in Jianghu want his life and how many people envy the Fuwei Escort? I want to see how he can get out of Fuzhou city alive!"

(End of this chapter)