Chapter 1: Fate is so unpredictable
Zeng Anmin had saved over 100 million yuan at the age of 30 and retired early to prepare for his retirement.
A two-story villa of 300 square meters with a huge crystal chandelier.
And my sister who wakes up with me but is different every day...
The corners of his mouth are always turned up.
…
But after waking up again, the corners of his mouth that were about to curl up froze.
Zeng Anmin tried hard to blink, but still couldn't change the scene in front of him.
The air is filled with sandalwood incense and the sound of stringed instruments is disturbing.
All the furnishings in the house are antique.
"Time travel?"
Zeng Anmin's eyes were dull, and he muttered:
"I finally made it to the bourgeoisie, and I'm only halfway through enjoying life..."
"I haven't even started playing the Dark Horse game I just downloaded yet, and it's already become a real horse?!!"
But then, a strange yet familiar memory in his mind made him shut up.
"The Holy Dynasty has lasted for six hundred years... physical cultivation, Taoist cultivation, Confucian cultivation, Buddhist cultivation..."
"Is my father a high-ranking official in the Confucian cultivation realm? Or a high-ranking official in a certain region? The legendary high-ranking official?"
"Am I a second-generation rich kid who's obsessed with money, corrupts morals, and lives a carefree life?!"
Zeng Anmin's mouth slowly drew a surprising arc:
"That's all right."
In the previous life, he was a successful person with high literary literacy.
He understood one thing very well.
Children from wealthy families don't necessarily behave recklessly.
But you have the power to do it!
Especially in this feudal society.
Zeng Anmin marveled at the various luxurious and gorgeous decorations in his room.
Several idioms popped up in his mind instantly:
The marquis served jade food, painted eggs and carved firewood, and used ivory chopsticks and jade cups.
"No, Zeng Anmin, how could you be so depraved?"
"This decadent feudal society is more worthy of your criticism with your great personality!"
He took a deep breath and looked straight out the door, extremely serious.
Get ready to take a look at the corruption of this feudal society!
Zeng Anmin imitated his predecessor's tone, his voice loud but his eyes firm:
"Let's start by criticizing that thief and whore!"
On the first day of the time travel, everything was new to Zeng Anmin.
He was eager to go out into the street and take a look.
The door was pushed open roughly, making a sudden sound.
“Bang!!”
The exquisitely carved fragrant wooden door collided violently with the door frame.
Zeng Anmin felt a little distressed.
Considering the craftsmanship of this wooden door, if it were put in the future, it would cost at least 200,000.
The most important thing is that this wooden door is a work of art.
An old man with a solemn expression came in from outside the door.
His expression was solemn, and his voice was filled with urgency:
"Master, leave quickly! The master is in jail!"
The old man was dressed in brocade clothes, walking like a dragon and a tiger, his temples were slightly bulging, and a gleam of light flashed in his cloudy eyes.
Zeng Anmin's mind suddenly emerged with memories of the old man.
Qi Bo, my father's personal servant, the Zeng family's most loyal lackey, and a physical cultivator at the Ascension level.
"What did you say?"
Zeng Anmin looked at the old man in astonishment and asked.
Qi Bo flashed over, and his toes just touched the ground lightly, without making any sound, he was already in front of Zeng Anmin.
The speed was so fast that Zeng Anmin couldn't keep up.
Qi Bo grabbed his hand and ran out the door:
"People from the Xuanjing Division will be coming to the mansion soon!"
"The master has left many hidden tricks in his hometown of Fengjun. Let's disguise ourselves and leave secretly!"
Zeng Anmin suddenly felt a strong force coming at him, and he couldn't help but follow Qi Bo.
That short sentence was like a bolt from the blue.
Boom!!
Zeng Anmin's expression froze on his face, and he suddenly felt a buzzing in his ears.
The beautiful dream of riding an eagle and following a dog was shattered in an instant before he had time to realize it.
As he walked, he stared at Qi Bo intently and asked in surprise and doubt:
"My father is an official appointed by the imperial court. Without the emperor's decree, who would dare to arrest him and put him in jail?!"
Although he is just a pseudo-history fan.
But he also knew that unless it wasn't a serious matter, how could a high-ranking official be sent to prison without any warning?
The lawless one was Yuan Chonghuan, who only dared to execute Mao Wenlong after he had the imperial sword.
Not to mention that besides being a scholar, my father is also one of the few high-ranking Confucian scholars in the Holy Dynasty?!
The reason why the Holy Dynasty and the Demon Race have remained strong after hundreds of years of friction is precisely because the Confucian cultivators are extremely restrained towards the Demon Race!
Although Confucian cultivators do not focus on the training of physical strength, but on the battlefield with the demon clan, a few words from a sage can be worth thousands of troops!
"The Imperial Investigation Angel entered the mansion and imprisoned the master on the charge of secretly communicating with the demon clan."
Secretly communicating with the demon clan? !
The Great Sage had been at war with the demon tribe of southern Xinjiang for hundreds of years, and the situation had long been a life-and-death struggle.
This crime alone is enough to execute all nine generations of your family!
He no longer hesitated, picked up the valuables on the table and stuffed them into his arms, then prepared to run away with the bucket.
"The journey is difficult, Qi Bo, you should also take more precious items."
Having died once, he cherishes life more than anyone else.
Moreover, the backup plan laid out by the local officials should be enough for him to live a life of idleness and waiting for death.
Qi Bo looked at Zeng Anmin's bulging chest and his expression froze.
Shouldn't we be more concerned about the master at this time?
…………
The two of them moved very quickly and soon arrived outside the mansion gate.
Zeng Anmin stopped and looked at the scene in front of him. He no longer had any hope in his heart.
Qi Bo also stopped, his eyes solemn as he stared at the front.
"According to the Inspector General's orders, arrest the criminal's family members. If anyone interferes, no matter the casualties!"
A strong man with great vigor rode a tall horse, holding a wax-white spear and looking down from above.
Behind him, a team of about a hundred people in black clothes surrounded the entire Zeng Mansion tightly.
The people on the street instantly turned into birds and beasts and scattered.
The sturdy man's eyes were extremely sharp, and his slanted eyebrows made his eyes look even more fierce.
A tremendous pressure came from him and poured down on Zeng Anmin, who was ten steps away.
"Master Zeng, where are you going?"
The strong man smiled, his voice as loud as a bell.
“Dengdeng~”
Zeng Anmin's heart sank.
The immense pressure was pressing down on him, and he couldn't move at all.
However, Qi Bo's big hand slowly blocked his waist, so he did not look embarrassed.
He knew this strong man.
Wang Daoyuan is a physical cultivator of the highest level in Xuan Jing Division.
In the words of the previous life, that was a diamond player.
But in front of his father, he is like a dog.
"Da da da~"
Every step forward of the warhorse brought a hint of depression.
"I'm getting ready to go out and play. Captain Wang, would you like to come with me? Anmin's treat."
Zeng Anmin pretended to be relaxed and responded to Wang Daolai's words.
It's hard for anyone to accept this kind of hellish beginning right after traveling through time.
"hehe."
Wang Daoyuan tilted his chin with a forced smile:
"I don't have the leisure to do that."
After saying this, he waved his hand coldly:
"Get it!"
Just as two people came out of the team and stepped forward.
Qi Bo, however, stepped forward and blocked Zeng Anmin firmly behind him.
He looked down upon Wang Daoyuan and spoke in a voice that was old and powerful. He did not take him seriously at all.
"How dare you, a filthy bastard, fight with the young master?!"
Hearing this, Zeng Anmin's eyes lit up.
Confidence suddenly emerged in my heart.
A physical cultivator who has followed his father for so long must be good!
"Oh, you old dog who doesn't know what's good for him."
Wang Daoyuan chuckled, and just lightly raised the spear in his hand, as if it had no force at all, and slowly handed it towards the two of them.
Qi Bo's eyes were extremely solemn. He flew forward directly, tapped the ground with his toes a few times, and a long whip appeared in his hand.
"Pah~"
After receiving the spear and whip, Qi Bo left quickly and came back quickly.
With a "bang", he lay on the ground, trembling a few times and then a mouthful of blood spurted out.
It also fell on Zeng Anmin's face.
Then he lay motionless, his life or death unknown...
Zeng Anmin was stunned.
No, it's not that cool to speak like that.
He turned out to be a weakling? ?
So why were you acting so arrogant just now?
Before he could say anything, he was surrounded by two big men and tied up in no time.
“Bang!”
The whip in Wang Daoyuan's hand left a bloody mark on Zeng Anmin's arm.
His eyes were gloomy:
"Don't play dumb and waste time, hurry up!"
Without saying anything, two big men in black clothes came forward and started pulling him.
The huge Zeng Mansion behind him was in complete chaos at this time.
The ferocious and wolf-like red-clothed men from the Xuan Jing Si entered the mansion and started their work.
Countless panicked screams lingered in my ears...
Zeng Anmin said nothing as he was pressed all the way.
He hasn't recovered from fainting from the blood yet.
"Da da da." The sound of horse hooves gradually sounded.
Wang Daoyuan's voice condensed into a thin line and penetrated into Zeng Anmin's ears.
"Kid, there were so many people around just now, so I had to give them enough face."
"Master Zeng was framed and imprisoned in the Xuanjing Division."
"The files are already written. We're just waiting to arrest your entire mansion and put the final nail in the coffin!"
Zeng Anmin suddenly looked up and looked towards Wang Daoyuan.
Wang Daoyuan was riding on his horse, but he looked forward with a normal expression.
(End of this chapter)
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