Chapter 157: Said to kill his whole family, never break his word

The "Ascension Record" was practiced to the great perfection of the second chapter, without any twists and turns, without earth-shattering, without drug assistance, without external stimulation, without life-and-death seeking, and Chen Guanlou didn't even deliberately think about this matter, just in the effort of carrying water by the well, he slipped through the second chapter very silkily and slipped into the third chapter of the "Ascension Record".

Feeling?

The second chapter was a qualitative leap, so the third chapter was like a fish in water. The places that were originally slightly stagnant were like dredged river channels, flowing endlessly. The trickling stream was unobstructed, and he had new insights into the understanding of sword techniques.

Although he hadn't reached the perfect realm of no sword in hand but sword in heart. However, the intention moved with the heart, the sword moved with the intention, and flying flowers and falling leaves could all be swords.

He stood on the roof, feeling the cold wind blowing.

One day, the wind will be a sword, the rain will be a sword, and the world will be a sword. He reached out to touch the sky, as if he only needed to reach out his hand to touch the sky, to touch the mystery of martial arts.

"Little Lou Ge, are you going crazy? Why do you want to stand on the roof and blow the wind, is it not cold enough?"

Dawang stood below, looking up and shouting.

Chen Guanlou:...

This kid Dawang is really asking for a beating, destroying his meditation time, soul and flesh perfectly fitting, feeling the mystery of heaven and earth power.

He jumped down from the roof and gave Dawang a chestnut, "I have to talk to your mother, I must find something for you to do, you can't be idle all day. Why not, go read books!"

"Are you a devil?" Dawang screamed, running away in shock.

Chen Guanlou asked for a half-month long leave.

He found a very nonsense but expected reason: he wanted to find a martial arts master in the mountains to practice high-level martial arts.

Those who knew his temperament knew that he was obsessed with practicing martial arts. Before, when he was in the C-block prison, he caught those prisoners and plucked wool, collecting quite a few martial arts secret manuals.

The two Master Fans approved his leave, urging him to return before the accounts were sealed at the end of the year.

Chen Guanlou agreed fully; as long as he was given leave, anything would do. He handed over the tasks to Xiao Jin and Qian Fugui. He also entrusted Wu Bantou Wang to take care of things.

Wu Bantou Wang told him to rest assured; it was the end of the year, and every yamen was quiet, even if they wanted to catch criminals, they would have to wait until after the New Year. Under normal circumstances, no major cases would be opened before the New Year. Unless the palace spoke.

The old Emperor only cared about the war in Jinzhou and temporarily had no time to ask about the messy government affairs in the court. Therefore, this end of the year would definitely be very peaceful.

Xiao Jin and Qian Fugui also guaranteed that they would definitely take good care of the second young master and definitely discipline Li Xin well. The safety of the second young master was the safety of everyone in the Heavenly Prison, guaranteeing to execute according to the manual without any leaks, ensuring no details were missed.

His eldest sister Chen Xiaolan knew his temper; once he decided on something, even nine cows couldn't pull him back. She just urged him, "I can't manage your affairs, but you must return before the New Year. Also, hurry up and marry a woman home. If you don't move, I will find one for you. I have heard about the little widow; since she is not happy, don't covet her."

"What little widow, I had long forgotten. Eldest sister, you are listening to Sister Chunxiang's nonsense again."

"Whether Sister Chunxiang is talking nonsense, you know in your heart. Ever since the little widow left without saying goodbye, Sister Chunxiang said you became strange. Running to the roof to blow the wind in the middle of winter. Are you really not afraid of freezing? No matter how beautiful the little widow is, she is a widow after all, and she has a son. I tell you, even if you want to marry a widow, you have to marry a widow with a daughter. A widow with a son, even if raised, is a white-eyed wolf."

Simple truth, the essence of life.

Chen Guanlou nodded repeatedly, very agreeing with the last sentence of his eldest sister Chen Xiaolan. Even Dorgon couldn't handle a widow with a son, what ability does an ordinary person have.

The luggage was a simple bundle, and when the sky was slightly bright, he mixed into the first batch of people leaving the city, left the capital, and went straight to Jiguan Village, Dangyang County, Tuzhou. Because everyone living in the village had the surname Hu, it was also called Hu Village.

The village was surrounded by mountains, and the largest mountain head looked very much like a chicken crown from afar, hence the name Jiguan Village. The village's geographical location was unique, with mountains becoming a natural barrier, and one passage in and out.

Chen Guanlou climbed mountains and waded through water, and three days later, he stood on the riverbank, crossed the river, and climbed over a mountain, and arrived at Hu Village. If he walked by land, he would have to go around more than a hundred miles.

The river surface was very wide, at least seventy or eighty meters at the widest point.

After agreeing on the price, he took a boat across the river.

The boat boss had been living on the river for years, and with one opening, authentic rural tunes resounded on both sides of the river.

The boat reached the center of the river, and Chen Guanlou stood at the bow, looking at the rolling river water.

A lonely swordsman.

At this moment, he was carrying the vest of the nameless hero, his heart as deep as this great river.

Suddenly...

Splash!

The boat boss jumped into the river.

The sword came out!

A sword slashed down!

Waves surged!

A stream of fresh blood sprayed out from under the water, dyeing the river surface red, and quickly scattered, disappearing without a trace, rolled by the waves.

A few fish turned their white bellies and floated on the water surface, but the boat boss's corpse was never seen.

The bottom of the boat was chiseled with a big hole and was sinking rapidly.

Chen Guanlou smiled lightly; the boat boss was a Hu family member, or a Hu family eye, which was not surprising.

He picked up the pole, threw it into the water, stepped on the pole, and walked on the water. A mere sunken boat couldn't stop his path. Said to kill the whole Hu family, he would definitely kill the whole family.

A criminal family, it was time to clean it up.

Successfully reached the other side of the river, and continued to climb mountains and ridges. Climbed over the mountain head, looked down, a mountain stream small basin, fertile land, groups of blue brick and tile houses. In the center of the village, the big mansion occupying dozens of acres appeared exceptionally majestic and eye-catching.

There were children playing in the village, and the laughter seemed to be in his ears.

In the winter fields, there were still people working.

However, looking closely, the people working in the fields only wore thin clothes, the mountain wind whistled, and everyone shrank their necks from the cold. Thin bodies, unbearable weight, and heavy iron chains on their ankles.

Slaves!

Serfs!

As expected of an abductor family.

On the field ridge, there were supervisors waving leather whips; whoever was slow or deliberately slacking off would definitely be whipped and beaten with heavy sticks.

A woman really couldn't do it anymore and knelt on the ground. Instantly, leather whips and sticks fell together, the woman was beaten until her bones broke, vomiting blood, and still had a breath left, directly dragged away, dragged away... dragged into the mill, and soon the sound of pushing the millstone creaked in the mill.

A paste of blood and broken meat was directly poured into the pigsty trough.

Other serfs, from beginning to end, didn't raise their heads to look, everyone was mechanically and numbly burying their heads in work.

Chen Guanlou:...

He still underestimated the evil of human nature.

The eighteenth layer of hell is nothing more than this!

The only entrance and exit mountain ridge bridge head was built with blockhouses and fortresses, fully armed guards, various standard contraband weapons, and even crossbows!

Proper rebel equipment!

No wonder a small family full of bloody crimes could stand for a hundred years without falling, they had something. ===== CHAPTER 158 =====