Chapter 683: I Only Know One Move, Called Rebellion! Dare to Learn?

Wu Kangyi, the thirteenth of the Wu family, six years old, was intelligent.

His expression was a bit dazed as he looked at the seventy-year-old man in front of him, tentatively asking: "Did you save me?"

Chen Guanlou did not show his true face, but appeared in front of Wu Kangyi as a seventy-year-old white-haired old man.

"You didn't have the slightest suspicion, but concluded that you were saved by me. Why make such a rash judgment, not afraid of jumping from one fire pit into another fire pit."

The young Wu Kangyi was like a little adult, solemnly saying: "The Wu family is executed to the nine clans, men, women, old, and young, there are two more days, no, one more day before going to the execution ground to be beheaded. Compared to the execution of nine clans, what kind of fire pit is more terrible? I am intact, it must be you who saved me."

"Compared to the execution of nine clans, is castration to be a eunuch terrible?" Chen Guanlou asked curiously.

But Wu Kangyi shook his head and said: "Castration to be a eunuch, what is it? If I can save my life, I am willing to enter the palace to be a eunuch, at least there is a line of life."

"You are quite open-minded. Is this your own idea, or did someone tell you?"

"This is my own idea!" Wu Kangyi raised his head and said seriously.

Chen Guanlou laughed; no wonder Wu Dashou would choose him to shoulder the bloodline inheritance of the Wu family, far beyond his age in maturity and sensibility, and his brain was also very smart.

"Are you willing to worship me as a teacher?"

"Master is above, please accept the disciple's bow!" Wu Kangyi didn't hesitate for a second, kneeling down and kowtowing on the spot.

Chen Guanlou stopped him, "Don't rush to worship the teacher. There are some things I must explain clearly in advance, and you also need time to consider. I can't teach you Confucian knowledge, because I am also a half-bucket level, but I can search for all the textbooks and books you need to read. I can't teach you martial arts, because you can't learn my internal cultivation method, but I can search for the world's top mental methods for you; to what extent you can cultivate depends entirely on your personal talent. The only move I can truly teach you, this move is called killing technique, and it has another name, called rebellion! Dare you learn?"

Wu Kangyi's expression was obviously a bit stunned, his little face looked very distressed.

Chen Guanlou didn't force him, only asked one sentence, "Do you dare to rebel? Do you want to rebel? Want revenge?"

"I want revenge!" Wu Kangyi roared with anger. After all, he was a child, emotions overflowed, unable to hide.

Chen Guanlou waved his hand, "You have three paths to choose from. One is to change your name and surname, honestly be an ordinary person, marry a wife and have children, and continue the bloodline for the Wu family. Forget about revenge from now on.

Second is, send you to the border, either north or south, to fight abroad; you can do whatever you want, be a local emperor, or be a rich man. I will provide the funds and connections you need in the early stage and escort you when you are weak.

The third path, the path of rebellion, is also the path of beheading. It is possible that you will die before you succeed, it is possible that you will collapse halfway, and it is even more possible that you will be dismembered. How do you choose?"

The young Wu Kangyi, a small face full of sorrow.

He was very conflicted, very contradictory, and very painful.

He looked at Chen Guanlou, "Are my family all dead? Grandfather, grandmother, father, mother, eldest sister..."

"They are all going to die! Not one can escape."

"What about me?"

"You are also dead! Wu Kangyi died this morning! From now on, you cannot use the surname Wu; change to your mother's surname."

"My mother's surname is Zhang!"

"Then you can be called Zhang Yi, or Zhang Yikang in the future."

Wu Kangyi lowered his head, suddenly raised his hand to wipe a tear, gritted his teeth and said: "From now on, I will be called Zhang Yikang. Master, I want to learn rebellion, I want to walk the path of beheading!"

"Thought it through?"

Chen Guanlou was not surprised at all by the child's choice.

The pain of executing nine clans, he personally experienced. Months of prison, and so intelligent at a young age, naturally he could understand it, understand why the Wu family fell to this point, and know that relatives, hundreds of relatives, all died. The closest parents and brothers were all going to die, and no one could escape.

He is a lucky one, and an unlucky one.

From now on, he will have to carry the blood feud of the Wu family and move forward with a heavy load.

In this life, I am afraid he will not have joy, not have happiness, not have breathing space.

Destined to endure humiliation and live painfully and difficultly.

Wu Kangyi, now Zhang Yikang, knelt on the ground, with the greatest courage and determination, saying: "Master, I have thought it through, I don't regret it! I want revenge, I want to learn killing technique, learn rebellion! I want to overturn the Song family's country, I want to avenge the hundreds of people of the Wu family! I want to let the Emperor taste the taste of pain."

"Having chosen this path, you are not allowed to regret it. If you want to quit, only death! I will give you three days to think it through! I will come to see you in three days. You can use everything in the manor, and there are mute servants to serve you. No matter how you choose, I will come to teach you every five days in the future. The apprenticeship ceremony will also be held in three days."

After saying that, Chen Guanlou left quietly.

The last day of the Wu family.

Minister Wu saw Chen Guanlou, wanting to speak but stopping several times, wanting to ask but afraid to ask.

Chen Guanlou didn't pay attention to the other party.

Everything ends in words.

Some things, never say them out, so you can keep secrets.

Until the execution ground, Minister Wu looked up, so many relatives, familiar, unfamiliar. He wished he didn't see little thirteen, and smiled in his heart.

Done!

The matter is done!

Prison Warden Chen is indeed a man of his word!

He actually managed to handle the matter.

He doesn't ask!

He doesn't ask anything!

There was more than just little Shisan missing among his kin; if he were to ask, it would seem deliberate. As a former Grand Secretary, every move he made and every word he spoke at the execution ground would be reported to Emperor Jian Shi. If he were to ask, he would fall into the ears of others and leave a trace. All his painstaking efforts would be in vain.

Therefore, he kept silent, his expression indifferent, turning a blind eye to the relatives beside him. A look of complete despair.

His attitude clearly pleased the execution official sent by the palace. He must write it down and draw it, reporting his attitude to the Jian Shi Emperor.

Time is up!

Execute!

Kill from the side branches, all the way to the main branch!

Let Wu Dashou watch all his relatives die in front of him, and finally it will be his turn.

In terms of killing the heart, the Jian Shi Emperor is indeed well-versed in this way!

Wu Dashou suddenly burst into loud laughter, laughed and wailed, shedding blood and tears!

The palace people saw this, hurriedly ordered people to record this scene, and drew it with a brush, "His Majesty will definitely be overjoyed!"

Wu Dashou spat out a mouthful of saliva, and took the initiative to put his head into the gate, "Cut it! This old man will never frown!"

The executioner received the order, lifted the dog-head guillotine, shouted, and cut down heavily, the head rolling on the ground.

The famous Wu family, which had been prominent for decades, wealthy for over a hundred years, and passed down for generations, was completely wiped out. ===== CHAPTER 684 =====