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Chapter 20 020 Touching the Sky (Please Read)
Time flies, and five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

On the fourth day of the fifth month in the fourteenth year of the Daqian Emperor's reign, at three quarters past the hour of Yin, the darkest period before dawn.

The Wei family mansion, which would have been quiet at this time of the day, was now brightly lit, with teams of servants armed with knives and leading dogs patrolling the yard.

In the main hall of this five-courtyard quadrangle, Mr. Wei sat in the main seat, looking at the scale of the clepsydra that kept rising, and sighed softly.

"It's almost this hour now. Tell me, will [Touching the Sky] come again tonight?"

"Dad, stop kidding yourself. Since I've posted it, there's no reason why he won't come!

The disaster of destroying your family is imminent, you need to wake up."

The person who spoke was Wei Heming, who was standing next to Wei Juren. Ten years had passed, and the teeth that had been knocked out by Chen Sheng had turned into a mouth full of gold teeth.

In fact, he could understand why his father, who had always been smart and capable, was like this.

In recent years, rebels have emerged one after another in the world, and Haozhou also had one.

Five years ago, hundreds of refugees who were almost starving to death gathered outside Haozhou County, hoping to enter the city to beg for food. However, the county magistrate did not provide disaster relief. Instead, he ordered the killing of refugees in an attempt to drive these refugees to other counties.

Mozhetian raised his arms and called out to the refugees, and immediately gained their support. He led them to capture a wealthy mansion near the county town.

After having his fill, before the government could react, he fled to the mountains in the south of the county and became the king of the mountains. Over the years, he often went down the mountains to plunder.

Four years ago, refugees who could not make a living gathered in the county again.

In the middle of the night, he used his lightness skills to sneak into the Xiao family, a wealthy family in the county who made their fortune by selling illegal salt. He opened the door of the mansion and let the thieves march straight in. They robbed everything and then took the group of refugees back to the mountains.

Three years ago, when there was a shortage of food, more people went bankrupt and became refugees.

The Zhong family, a wealthy local businessman who ran a brothel and a human trafficking business, was emptied of the silver in their cellar and thousands of dan of grain in their home using the same method.

Two years ago, Mozhitian used the same old trick and plundered a wealthy family that owned 30,000 acres of land and had produced many important officials of the fifth rank and above in this dynasty, in order to feed the new refugees.

By last year, refugees in the county who were on the verge of starvation even began to go directly into the mountains to seek refuge.

As a result, he became even more rampant. Three days ago, he directly posted a notice, asking the Wei family to open their door and let his men come in to move the grain, otherwise he would come and rob them.

The Wei family's house has five courtyards and two side courtyards on the left and right. The walls are high and the courtyards are deep. There are enough food and people. It can completely defend against the attacks of refugees, but it has no way to deal with the martial arts masters who are flying around.

In desperation, they could only invite an expert to take charge, hoping to get through this disaster safely.

In order to deal with this disaster, the Wei family has promised to give away nearly half of their wealth.

All that money was earned through hard work by generations of ancestors through robbery, human trafficking, manipulation of food prices, lending and collecting rent, buying land at low prices, and running shady shops.

Wei Heming felt heartbroken as he saw all the money was wasted.

Fortunately, the money was definitely worth it.

After earnestly persuading his father who was still holding on to hope, Wei Heming turned around and looked at the four people from the martial arts world in the hall who were either meditating with their eyes closed, sipping tea quietly, or appreciating calligraphy and paintings. The pain in his heart was only slightly relieved.

Chu Yi, the swift swordsman;
Eight-faced Buddha Feng Yufeng;

Taohua Zhenren is a moralist;
Red Iron Hand Jiao Huang;
These four people are all martial arts masters who have been famous in Haozhou for many years. They can definitely stop Mo Zhetian who is good at climbing over walls and breaking into houses.

We can even take the opportunity to chop off his head and get rid of this scourge in Haozhou.

Thinking of this, Wei Heming picked up the strong tea that had already cooled down on the table, took a sip and suppressed the anger in his chest.

"The outlaws have taken over the mountains and become kings, yet they dare to openly descend from the mountains to rob the local gentry. What kind of crap is this world?"

On a hill with a gentle slope and a large area, the Wei family's mansion, which occupies half of the town, is brightly lit.

Twenty-year-old Zhu Chongliu stood in the darkness in the distance, looking at the house with a sigh in his eyes.

"Books say it's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. Chongqi, you said we waited ten years to deal with the Wei family, our old enemy. I think we are gentlemanly, right?"

Zhu Chongqi on the side said with a grin.

"Third brother, I can tell you haven't studied seriously and are using allusions randomly.

It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. This means that people with ambition need to plan patiently and wait for the right opportunity to take revenge.

The reason why we attacked the Wei family this time was just to lure the snake out of its hole and provide cover for my second brother to encircle and suppress Yuhuang Temple.

I've almost forgotten about the Wei family, a small family that can be easily destroyed. How could they be worthy of our being concerned for ten years?"

"That being said, today is the first time for the two of us to lead the army alone. It's better to be cautious and make no mistakes."

As he spoke, Zhu Chongliu looked up at the sky, then turned and gave instructions to the large group of people behind him.

"It's already the hour of Mao, but the Wei family didn't know the proper time and didn't open the gate.

You wait here for me to open the gate, and then we can rush in and grab the food."

promise!
Amidst a low murmur of agreement, his figure transformed into a series of rapidly moving afterimages, running towards the Wei family in the darkness.

Five years have passed, and Zhu Chongliu's Eight-Step Chasing Cicada has become somewhat proficient. He can lift and jump as freely as if flying through the air, and float as if riding the wind.

In order to prevent siege by bandits and refugees, there are no buildings around the Wei family house. Instead, there is a circle of open space without any obstructions.

At this time, the open space was illuminated by dense flames, making it as bright as day.

Although his Eight Steps to Chase Cicada was fast, he was still discovered by the servants patrolling on the watchtower when he crossed the open space.

Suddenly, hysterical shouting was heard from upstairs.

"Someone is flying over here, touching the sky. He must be flying over here by touching the sky."

Zhu Chongliu ignored the gradually growing noise, but tapped his toes on the courtyard wall several times, climbed vertically up the two-meter-high wall, moved a distance on the top of the wall, and jumped down from the doorway.

What I saw was a narrow doorway that was completely blocked by a pile of sandbags.

In front of the sandbags stood two trembling servants holding knives.

"You actually know how to block the door, you're not too stupid."

He took out a large bag of explosives from the bag on his back and walked up to the servant who was standing there in fear, unable to move.

He used the torch held by one of them to ignite the explosive pack, threw it into the doorway, then grabbed the shoulders of the two men and leaped to the side.

boom!
There was a loud bang like thunder, and smoke and dust immediately rose up in the doorway, with wood chips flying everywhere.

When the smoke cleared slightly, Zhu Chongliu walked back into the doorway carrying the two weaklings. He saw that most of the piled sandbags had been blown away, and even the outermost heavy wooden door had been blown open with a large hole...

(End of this chapter)