It is not accurate to say that they are relatives. Chen Sancao and this young man have no blood relationship. It is just that Chen Sancao saved Tian Fugui's father's life when he was young, so the other party remembered this kindness and has been taking care of him as a clan elder for so many years. Before Chen Luo pretended to be Chen Sancao, this old man was so poor that he could not even make ends meet. The fishing industry depends entirely on God, and it is common for untalented fishermen to starve to death.
Chen Sancao was not a talented fisherman, but he could barely make ends meet. Occasionally, when the government banned fishing, he would go hungry for a while.
During this period, Chen Sancao basically relied on Tian Fugui's support to survive. The other party's family was not well-off, and he often quarreled with his wife because of this matter.
"Sit down and talk slowly."
Chen Luo held the chopsticks in one hand, fiddling with the big bluefish that had just been cooked on the stove, and gestured to the young man.
"The big bluefish was just caught. It's very fresh and tender."
Chen Luo picked up a piece of fish meat mixed with spiritual energy and put it into his mouth.
The meat is tender and extremely delicious.
"It's already late! Uncle Chen, you'd better run away quickly. Mr. Tang has already said that you have injured people from the Tang Mansion without reason, and he will take you to see the official." Tian Fugui no longer had the mind to eat fish. When he heard the news in the city, he hurried back quickly, wanting to notify Uncle Chen to go out and take refuge as soon as possible.
When I got home, I found that Chen Luo was eating fish.
Tian Fugui was very anxious seeing this leisurely expression. With Uncle Chen's old arms and legs, how could he come out alive after entering the yamen?
Bang!
The door was kicked open and a group of people walked in.
The leader was wearing a shirt embroidered with copper coins, a small hat on his head, and holding two jade balls in his hands. His chubby face was full of arrogance. This man was Tang Yuanwai, a wealthy man in the small country and a relative of the emperor.
"Chen Sancao?"
Before Mr. Tang could say anything, someone next to him took two steps forward and started questioning him.
"You're in trouble! Come with us."
"My dear officers, is there any misunderstanding?" Tian Fugui trembled and asked with all his courage.
"The two people you injured at the dock this afternoon were from the Tang family. Attacking Mr. Tang's family is a serious crime!" The group of people who came in didn't care about Tian Fugui, and they shouted to punish him.
Tian Fugui had never seen such a scene before, and was so scared that he almost knelt down on the spot, but the strange thing was that his legs were like roots, completely uncontrollable, and he still sat at the table. Chen Sancao was even more exaggerated, holding a bowl in one hand, and a large piece of fish in his chopsticks, looking at the people outside the door as if he was watching a big show, as if to say "please continue the show."
This attitude immediately angered several people!
They had arrested many people and interrogated many troublemakers, but this was the first time they had seen someone so arrogant.
"Lock him up for me and take him back for interrogation!"
Several minions immediately stepped forward and tied Chen Luo tightly with two iron chains. Another tall and strong man took two steps forward, grabbed Chen Sancao's collar with one hand, and raised his other hand to slap him left and right.
"I have been interrogating people for so many years, but this is the first time I have seen a fisherman so arrogant."
The beaten 'Chen Sancao' cried out twice and began to beg for mercy.
Seeing this scene, a few people smiled, which was consistent with their understanding. Just as they were about to drag the man away, they suddenly felt dizzy, and when they recovered, they heard a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
This voice sounds familiar.
"It seems to be Mr. Tang?"
The few of them looked closely and saw that it was Mr. Tang! The chains that they had tied to 'Chen Sancao' before had somehow moved to Mr. Tang's body. The most exaggerated thing was that there were two clearly visible slap marks on Mr. Tang's round fat face. Judging from the outline, it was the slap that the strong man had made not long ago.
"Pang Da, you are so bold that you even dare to hit me, your master. I will skin you alive, and all of you dogs. Ouch!"
Mr. Tang cursed and screamed at the same time.
In Tang Yuanwai's eyes, there was no such scene of locking people up. What he saw was that he brought people in and just asked Chen Sancao's name, and then the people he brought turned against him. Pang Da, the head of the police station, grabbed his collar like crazy and hit him twice.
Those two slaps were so powerful that they made him see stars.
Pang Da was so frightened when he heard the voice that he trembled. In the small country of Tanhua, everyone knew that Tang Yuanwai was vindictive, and no one who offended him would have a good life.
"I didn't, I clearly hit"
The same thing happened to the men holding the chains nearby. When everyone looked over, they found that Chen Sancao was still eating fish in the main room. When he saw them looking over, the old man smiled at them. However, Tian Fugui, who was sitting next to them, was dumbfounded. He looked at everyone in shock, as if he didn't understand what the men had done. He suddenly turned his gun and pointed it at Tang Yuanwai. Especially the tall man, he had a grim smile on his face when he beat Tang Yuanwai. The strength of his hand was so strong that you could feel the pain on his face from a distance.
"Magic!"
"This old man Chen knows some magic, motherfucker, run!"
I don't know who shouted, but the rest of the people all trembled, and they no longer cared about Mr. Tang who was wailing on the ground, and they all ran away in the blink of an eye. Mr. Tang was the only one left standing there in a daze, forgetting even to wail. He trembled as he looked at Chen Luo in the house, trying to get up and run away, but his legs were powerless.
"Uncle Chen Chen?"
Tian Fugui, who was sitting at the table, also reacted. The Uncle Chen, who was originally very familiar to him, now seemed extremely strange.
"Go back after you finish eating. It's getting late, so I won't let you stay overnight."
Chen Luo said something.
Tian Fugui felt relieved after hearing this. Uncle Chen was still the Uncle Chen in his memory, he just learned some tricks. He just didn't know if these tricks could be taught to him. Uncle Chen didn't have any descendants, so these tricks could only be passed on to him, Tian Fugui.
When he thought of this, Tian Fugui's eyes became eager.
After learning these methods from Uncle Chen, Tian Fugui can also turn over and become a master. Can he marry the widow Wang at the entrance of the alley as a concubine next year? Set a bigger goal. The daughter of the widow Wang is not bad either. Although she is a little strong, she is strong.
"You are really patient, fellow Daoist."
I don’t know how long I waited, but a voice suddenly appeared in the yard.
"Zichun? My dear son-in-law, save me!"
Tang Yuanwai was excited when he heard the voice. He recognized the voice. It was his son-in-law who was the king. This son-in-law was very filial to him. The Tang family could have the current status thanks to this son-in-law. He ate and took things in the palace on weekdays, but he dared not complain. His daughter married him and became the queen, and he was also the one who had the final say. Until now, this son-in-law did not even dare to take a concubine.
"I thought you were going to stay out."
Chen Luo put down the chopsticks in his hand, patted Tian Fugui on the shoulder, and motioned him to leave first.
"Uncle Chen, I want to take care of you in your old age!"
Tian Fugui, who was immersed in the fantasy of the future, came back to his senses and spoke the words of retirement. He learned these words on the street, and the disciples of the boxing gym would say this when they became apprentices.
Chen Luo's old face turned dark and he waved his sleeves.
A spiritual force enveloped Tian Fugui and threw him out of the yard. This guy was just an ordinary person who accidentally broke into the world of immortal cultivators. It was too dangerous for him. Chen Luo was not the real Chen Sancao, and there was no family bond between him and Tian Fugui.
"I don't know why you came to this Epiphyllum Country."
After Chen Luo threw Tian Fugui out, a middle-aged man in a black robe walked out of the black fog. The surrounding scene became weird after he appeared. The man's face was very blurry, and the black robe on his body was also a little strange. From the cuffs to the bottom, there was a face hanging every other section.
This kind of facial makeup looks very much like opera props, but it is somewhat different.
Because each of these faces is vivid, when people look at them, they will turn their eyes to look back.
Mr. Tang's voice suddenly stopped, and he looked at the man in front of him with horror.
This person was completely different from the impression he had of a monarch.
What shocked him even more was that he actually saw a face on the man's sleeve. That face was the king he usually worshipped, his "virtuous son-in-law" Zichun! When Tang Yuanwai saw this "face", the face on it also came to life strangely and smiled at him. The expression was exactly the same as in Tang Yuanwai's memory.
Phew!
A flash of blood appeared, and a blood mark suddenly appeared on Mr. Tang's neck.
"Father-in-law, you know too much."
A strange voice appeared in Tang Yuanwai's ears, and became the last words he heard in his life.
The man in black robe ignored Mr. Tang on the ground. He walked over and sat down opposite Chen Luo, looking curiously at this cultivator who had intruded into his territory.
"Why are you here?"
Chen Luo sized up the person who came and withdrew his spiritual sense as soon as it came into contact with him.
Very strong!
He was not able to see through this person's realm at once. He seemed to be at the Nascent Soul stage, but a little different. This person's aura was very similar to Le Qingzhu's, but stronger than Le Qingzhu's. That kind of self-operating Taoist aura was a magical power that only the descendants of the Taoist sect could master.
"I have lived in this place for three hundred years, and you are the first guest."
"Three hundred years?"
Chen Luo frowned.
When he came here before, he asked the people of Changqing Sect to help him find out that this is a small mortal country with more than 20,000 people. It is remote and barren. Even the people of Xinmo Sect are unwilling to come here. Occasionally, people who come here to accept missions come and go in a hurry and will not stay here at all.
But the person in front of him told him that he had lived here for three hundred years.
"Yes, I'm waiting for a flower."
The man opposite answered seriously.
flower?
Chen Luo looked at the other person, and the brain that read the most in his external brain became active at the same time, and one of them "searched" for the information of the person in front of him.
'The phantom monster is faceless, alien, and has no substance - the monster in the Strange Story.' (End of this chapter)
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