Fuzhou Fuya was the hub of a county in Fuzhou during the Ming and Qing dynasties. It was located in the middle and west of Fuzhou City, with Yuewang Mountain as a barrier to the north, Jiuxian and Wushi Mountains as a barrier to the south.

After several generations of construction, the mansion has become as elegant as a garden. You can see the beauty of the three mountains and the green forests and red trees just by looking up.

But late at night today, there was no trace of the official who was attending the public case in the government office lobby. Instead, a sinister-looking monk was sitting, minding his own business, eating wine and meat, and surrounded Jiang Wen with a group of people.

It's been half an hour.

Jiang Wen looked around expressionlessly and saw that among the ceremonial guards such as green flags, green umbrellas, copper sticks and leather cups, it was not the third class of government officials standing there, but instead a group of ferocious-looking weirdos, all wearing short brown monk robes with faces.

There were stab wounds all over their bodies, and they all laughed maliciously.

"You have arrested the wrong person. I am just an ordinary servant of the Lin family, a small role player who collects money to do things. Also, are you really an imperial envoy? You are obviously a monk, right? How come a monk still drinks alcohol and eats meat?"

Jiang Wen stared closely at the roast chicken liquor on the koan. The monk didn't even bother to wipe the oil stains on his mouth and glanced at Jiang Wen.

"Ignorant, we adults cultivate our hearts but not our mouths!"

A subordinate said coldly.

Jiang Wen couldn't stop looking at the people beside him.

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

"We adults cultivate our hearts but not our morals!"

The subordinates didn't take it seriously.

"Does cultivating virtue stop killing?"

"Don't fix it!"

"Do you practice to save people?"

"Don't fix it!"

"oh."

Jiang Wen frowned and said, "How dare you ask this master of non-cultivation..."

"How presumptuous! Our master's name is Yankong!"

After being tormented by Jiang Wen, Monk Yankong finally stood up after eating and drinking, wiped off 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 caught me here and asked me who I am? Do you believe me when I say I am Zhang Mazi?"

"The imperial envoy asked a question, but he still didn't kneel down to answer!"

One of his subordinates was furious when he saw this. He raised his thick eyebrows at Jiang Wen, swung his eyebrow-level stick and hit Jiang Wen on the knee.

Jiang Wen snorted coldly, turned around with disdain, and accepted the harsh blow.

But this powerful move could easily break a person's leg, breaking it into two pieces as if it had hit a rock.

"Weak and weak, come again!"

Hearing Jiang Wen's taunt, the strangely dressed men were furious. This time they picked up the ceremonial copper stick on the side and swung it with all their strength. Obviously they didn't believe that ordinary flesh and blood could kill copper and iron this time.

Break.

It only took a moment for the stick to reach his body, but this time the stick not only did not break, but also bounced back on the same path faster than when it came. The tiger's mouth burst open and he came out uncontrollably in an instant. He hit himself with the stick.

On the head.

As a stream of blood flowed down from his forehead, the subordinate's eyes rolled up in disbelief, and he fell to the ground with no hope of life.

Even though Jiang Wen's hands were put in big shackles and his neck was wrapped with chains, his murderous temperament while talking and laughing still made them feel scared.

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

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

Monk Yankong was sitting behind the public case, and his ordinary words were like thunder on the ground, shaking the case slightly.

Jiang Wen laughed after hearing this.

"Master, I see that you have mastered your Kung Fu skills, but why have you damaged your brain?"

There was another subordinate next to him who wanted to try something dirty, but Jiang Wen glared back. If he really didn't open his eyes, Jiang Wen didn't mind letting him try how the body-protecting energy works.

Jiang Wen continued, "Today you said you wanted to try the case, but you didn't even call a master of swordsmanship and writing. Moreover, the records and signatures can also be forged. How to decide this case is not based on your empty words. Wait a minute, master, shouldn't you?

You may not be able to read..."

Monk Yankong snorted coldly, stretched out his arms like wings, grabbed the pen as fast as lightning, 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 looked up and saw the word "death" on the token. It turned out to be a strong and powerful calligraphy. The other person was really not illiterate. Not only that, his calligraphy was much better than Jiang Wen's.

"This word is sha! Very sha!"

Jiang Wen raised his shackles hand and gave a thumbs up sign.

The men next to him couldn't figure out whether he was being arrogant, so he shouted sharply, "You're outrageous!"

Jiang Wen sneered and shrugged at him.

"I mean it sincerely. Sa is a complimentary word from our hometown, which means refreshing and neat. Do you think your family's calligraphy is embarrassing?"

Jiang Wen added to Monk Yankong while he was heart-wrenching.

"The writing techniques of the past dynasties include stopping the strokes, setting the strokes, turning the strokes, and applying the strokes. In my opinion, they are all unskilled and mean-spirited. A true hero like me, I appreciate your greatness, Master Yankong."

Shabi!"

After being complimented by Jiang Wen, Monk Yankong always felt that something was wrong, but he was overwhelmed by the compliments from the audience, and he also showed a happy face.

"Since you are good at martial arts and know the current affairs so well, just kill someone for me."

"Who to kill?"

Jiang Wen asked subconsciously.

"Go and bring the head of the chief escort of the Fuwei Escort Agency. One life for another. You will forget about the murder tonight. I can also show you a clear path."

Monk Yankong said in a rough voice, but there was a cunning look in his eyes under his thick eyebrows. Apparently he was not deceived by Jiang Wen's compliment.

"Sir, are you talking about Lin Zhennan?"

Jiang Wen looked at Monk Yankong with a strange expression.

"good!"

Seeing Jiang Wen looking like he was haggling over the price, Monk Yankong slapped the table with his huge palm, "Is it difficult to kill him?"

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

"No, then Lin Zhennan is my beloved relative, friend, and brother..."

This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The men on both sides looked fierce and planned to swarm Jiang Wen and kill him here. His flattery just now really made them feel uncomfortable.

, like sitting on pins and needles.

Jiang Wen slowly said again.

"Gotta pay more!"

"Clang."

The concealed weapons in the hands of several of his subordinates accidentally fell to the ground.

However, Monk Yankong shouted angrily, flew out from behind the public case, and his iron palms like cattail leaf fans fell from the air.

Jiang Wen's shoulders sank, and he put the shackles on the rack. The wooden shackles were instantly smashed, and the iron chains on his body were also broken by the fierce palm force. His two feet immediately crushed the green bricks in the government office lobby, and his inner energy surged repeatedly.

, I just feel like the weight of Mount Tai.

"You think this imperial envoy is easy to deceive? He can absorb my twenty-year-old Vajra Prajna Palm, but he works as a retainer of Fuwei Escort Agency? It's ridiculous!"

Jiang Wen's shoulder was in pain as if thousands of needles were pricking him, but his face didn't show it at all, but Monk Yankong's domineering external skills were beyond his expectation - no wonder the Qing government only sent him to invade.

Fuzhou City is a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.

"A master also has to support his family."

Jiang Wen pointed out with a Yang pointer, deliberately hiding some strength, Monk Yankong's monk's robes rose sharply, and his arms as thick as pillars also made bold moves, intertwining his five fingers with a weird gesture, one knuckle suddenly protruded, and Jiang Wen

Fight together!

Fighting fiercely with bravery, the fingers collided with each other with enough strength to break gold and stone, making a violent sound.

This time, both of them took a few steps back and did not try to attack again.

"How does my Vajra finger taste?"

Monk Yankong smiled appreciatively and said, "I can tell you clearly that it really doesn't matter whether you plead guilty tonight or not. When daybreak, I will post a public list of your confession, and then bring Fuwei with you."

Let's ask the escort together!"

Jiang Wen withdrew his sore fingers.

There is no doubt that the opponent's internal strength is superior to his, and he has practiced martial arts to the core. He is indeed the type of opponent that Jiang Wen has the most trouble with. It can be said that he is as difficult to deal with as the chisel-toothed people in Wuyi Mountain.
To be continued...