That night, the prison of Xiangyi Prefecture was attacked.

The Eighteen Black Cavalry broke into the prison at night, rescued two important criminals who were imprisoned among the boss, and let the other prisoners who were imprisoned in the boss go away.

The prefect Chen Wansheng made a timely arrangement and captured half of the prisoners released from the prison, and the rest were killed on the spot.

However, the two important criminals who were imprisoned in the prison were missing.

Chen Wansheng wrote a memorial overnight, walked 800 miles in a hurry, and sent it to the capital.

"Okay, the bodies are burned and the ashes are raised!"

After Chen Wansheng stabilized the order of the city, he asked someone to deal with the bodies of Xu Yuanzun and the old manager of the Xu Mansion together with the bodies of the dead prisoners who were killed.

Frustrated bones and ashes!

As Chen Wansheng said, he has never been a good person.

Chen Wansheng, who had read thousands of books and traveled thousands of miles, had long understood a truth that no matter what world he was in, good people always suffer losses.

Although the territory of the Tang Dynasty is not just a golden belt for murder and setting fire, and there are no corpses in the construction of roads and bridges. However, in the local area, the life of a good person is really a bit sad.

Therefore, Chen Wansheng’s positioning is to not be a good person.

He does not do evil, and he can do good deeds and accumulate virtues and seek benefits for the people.

But if anyone wants to target him, he will inevitably be hit hard by him.

Xu Yuanzun, maybe he is really a fool, or maybe he is a scheming scheming who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, Chen Wansheng is not in the mood to guess.

When dealing with this potential threat, he always quickly and directly solves the problem fundamentally.

Everyone is dead, no matter what trouble it is, it will no longer be trouble in the end.

...

Mr. Xu didn't know that the threat against him had been temporarily cut off from the root by his sworn brother. He was training his three sons at this moment.

"Three, what are your legs shaking?"

"Have you stood firm, didn't you eat?"

"Boss, raise your gun, hit the level gun, hit the level gun, hit the level gun, how did I teach you?"

"You two are very smart. Why are you stupider than the second child at this time?"

"Dad, did you call me just now?"

Xu Laoer, who was focused on practicing guns, vaguely heard his father calling him, and immediately turned around and looked over.

Mr. Xu glared at him and said, "Concentrate on practicing guns. You are holding a gun, not a fire stick!"

"You have to use thorns, picks, sweeps, not smashes!"

"Smash, smash, smash, smash, what gun do you use? You use a stick!"

...

The irritable Mr. Xu really regretted that he could not make a living, and wished he could bring all his three sons back to rebuild them.

Fubao sat on a mat not far away, watching his father scolding her three brothers attentively. Whenever he saw a wonderful move, Fubao would wave his hand as if he were to behave.

At this moment, Fubao really had a gun in his hand, made of withered corn stalks.

Fubao was holding the corn and orange tangerine, clumsyly learning his father's peerless magical skills.

Not far away, Uncle Lu looked at Fubao with a smile.

Uncle Lu, who brought Zuoqiu's letter, became a member of the old Xu family after taking a fight with Mr. Xu. He was the master of Mr. Xu.

That's right, Mr. Xu, who claims to be outstanding in martial arts, was pressed to the ground by Uncle Lu.

After confirming that he could not beat Uncle Lu at all, Mr. Xu was shameless and bowed to him, wanting to take Uncle Lu as his teacher.

In order to achieve the goal of acquiring Uncle Lu as his teacher, Xu really had no lower limit. He even brought up the three elder brothers Xu and asked the three brothers to call Uncle Lu as his master.

Uncle Lu seemed to be defeated by Mr. Xu's shamelessness, and in the end he had to accept Mr. Xu's disciples, who were a lot of disciples. Well, he was just a registered disciple.

However, Fubao was accepted by Uncle Lu on behalf of his disciples and became his recognized disciple.

Mr. Xu once doubted his life. Even a martial arts genius like him and a master of his own shooting skills could not get into the eyes of his master. Instead, his Fubao was actually taken by him.

Fubao was originally suspicious of Uncle Lu's kung fu, but after Uncle Lu showed his ability to pick leaves and penetrate stones, Fubao recognized this master.

Picking leaves and passing through stones isn’t this the method of flying leaves and picking flowers to take human life in martial arts novels?

Fortunately, she had always thought that this world was just a low martial arts world. After a long time of trouble, this might be a middle martial arts world or a high martial arts world.

As for cultivating immortals, Fu Bao felt that this possibility was basically zero.

If there were really gods, then the old turtles and huge river clams in her family must have become spirits. How could she be caught by her brothers?

Unfortunately, Fubao didn't dare to ask Uncle Lu about martial arts practice too much.

She is a little baby, and she is already a child prodigy in words. If she performs more magically, she might be targeted.

Therefore, you must be careful and be a little baby for two years. As you grow older and you can practice martial arts, you can ask questions.

When Mr. Xu finished scolding his three sons, it was his turn to be scolded.

Uncle Lu did not teach Mr. Xu the moves. According to Uncle Lu, Mr. Xu's moves were already very exquisite, and he was only a little bit of insight from the state of being clever and clumsy.

This step can only be achieved through personal understanding.

Uncle Lu taught Mr. Xu the breathing method, which can also be called breathing method.

In the words of Uncle Lu, this is the Taoist method of immortality.

But in Fubao's opinion, he always felt that what Uncle Lu taught her father was the legendary internal strength.

Internal power is a very magical thing in martial arts novels.

For example, in the Legend of the Condor Heroes of Master Jin, Guo Jing and Guo, who is the most powerful hero, were like two fools at the beginning, and learned kung fu with the seven monsters in Jiangnan, but never made any progress.

When he was later taught the internal skills of Quanzhen Sect, it really took off.

Therefore, when Uncle Lu teaches his father's breathing method, Fubao listens attentively, and when no one pays attention to her, she will follow suit.

After a few days, Fubao was surprised to find that he could climb and he could climb very fast.

"I've achieved great success in my magical skills!"

Fubao feels that he can now be called a heifer flying.

After finding out that he could run around, Fubao did not run around like an ordinary child, but still obediently watched his brothers get scolded on the mat every day.

...

As the days pass by day, it still does not rain.

The water flow of Taohua River is almost broken.

The big fish in the river could not hide it, and one after another became the Chinese food for people.

Because all the villages have drilled wells, although they are drought, the people can still hold on.

Except for sweet potatoes with higher drought tolerance, the crops in the fields have basically died.

At this time, a county yamen came down to inform that this year's dragon boat race was held as usual.
Chapter completed!