Chapter 3 Knife
Outside the county government office.
"Chen Da'an died of illness in prison. You came just in time. Get the body away quickly. It's an eyesore."
The two government officials looked disgusted, threw down the body, turned around and entered the government office.
Chen Tang looked at the bruised and bloody corpse in front of him, his face sinking, and he frowned and said nothing.
No explanation.
Didn't give any chance to ask.
When a person dies, collect the body, that's it.
As long as you are not blind, you can naturally see that Chen Daan suffered some inhuman torture during his lifetime and could not have died of illness.
Chen Tang traveled through time and met Chen Daan for the first time.
Unexpectedly, it was this way.
To say how deep his feelings for Chen Da'an are, it's not that big of a deal.
But even if Chen Tang was not reborn and just stayed out of the incident, it would be difficult to remain calm when seeing this scene.
Chen Tang was very calm.
At least, that's what it seems on the surface.
After standing quietly for a long time, Chen Tang silently leaned over, picked up Chen Daan's body, put it on his back, and walked towards home.
After traveling through time, he has been practicing on the snowy mountains.
It wasn't until this moment that he really felt the chill around him!
The lives of Chen and his son were lost just like that.
No one cares, there is no room for reasoning, and no one will give them justice.
Like two ants, being trampled to death at will.
Pedestrians in Changze County frowned when they saw Chen Tang carrying a corpse on his back, and stayed away for fear of being out of reach.
Chen Tang finally understood the meaning of the words of the guest in the mountains.
"Old Suntou, it's time to pay the customs fee this month!"
"Master Chai, why has the fee increased again?"
"Don't fuck Mo Ji. You can pay as much as you are told. Without the protection of our Wolf Gang, your blacksmith shop would have been smashed to pieces!"
In the blacksmith shop not far away, several members of the Wolf Gang were collecting money nearby.
There are two gangs in Changze County. One is the branch of the Blackwater Gang established here, and the other is the local Wolf Gang.
The two major gangs each dominate one side, and they understand each other tacitly and do not invade each other. It is relatively peaceful.
The Blackwater Gang has business dealings with the governments of major counties and counties. The Wolf Gang earns most of its income by collecting custom fees from nearby merchants.
In fact, it is protection money. If you don't pay it, these people will come to look for trouble.
Both gangs have interests in Changze County Yamen, so the government officials naturally turn a blind eye.
For merchants who run a small business, in addition to paying excessive taxes and miscellaneous taxes, they also have to deal with these underworld gangs, which is naturally miserable.
"There is no business this month. I only have this little money left. I hope Mr. Chai will be accommodating..."
The old Suntou held two hundred copper coins in his hands and smiled all over his face.
"Fuck you, you just want to throw away this little money?"
Mr. Chai waved his hand and slapped Lao Suntou on the face, shouting curses.
He raised his arm and was about to continue the fight when he caught a glimpse of Chen Tang not far away and frowned.
"Fuck, go out and see the corpse!"
Mr. Chai cursed, snatched the copper coin from Lao Suntou's hand, stuffed it into his arms, waved his hand and said, "Let's go away, don't get into any bad luck!"
"Baby, get out of here! If you let me bump into you again, I'll fucking kill you!"
Before leaving, Mr. Chai glared at Chen Tang, cursed, and left quickly with a few of the Wolf Gang boys.
Chen Tang's face was expressionless.
He has no intention of dealing with this guy right now.
"Chen Tang."
The old man from the blacksmith shop waved to Chen Tang and called out.
Chen Tang paused, hesitated slightly, and then carried Chen Daan towards the blacksmith shop.
Chen Daan had some contacts with this old Suntou during his lifetime, and the two bows and bows and arrows were all made here.
"Chen Tang, thank you very much just now."
The cheek on one side of Lao Sun's head was red and swollen, and his smile was bitter.
Chen Tang shook his head.
He didn't help much either.
"Brother Chen..."
Old Suntou looked at Chen Daan's body, hesitated to speak, and sighed.
Chen Tang was silent.
After a while, he asked: "Uncle Sun, is there anything else?"
"Yes, yes."
Old Suntou seemed to have thought of something, turned back to the shop, and soon came out carrying a long black sheathed knife.
"This is..."
Chen Tang frowned.
Lao Suntou said: "After your accident, Brother Chen left some money with me and asked me to make a good knife."
"He said that when you were a child, he asked you what kind of person you wanted to be in the future. You said that you wanted to be a chivalrous and righteous swordsman and fight in the world. He always remembered this, but he was always reluctant to let go of it even though his family was poor. ”
"Brother Chen said that he has never bought you any gifts since you were a child. When you come back from your injury this time, I will give you this knife as a surprise."
After hearing this, Chen Tang was silent for a long time, then gently put Chen Da'an down, leaned in front of the blacksmith shop, and reached out to take the long knife.
He just came from time travel, and he and Chen Daan have never lived together, and there is no relationship between them. He is afraid of trouble.
Even before going down the mountain, he found it troublesome to think of meeting Chen Da'an and performing a drama about father and son's affection.
Chen Tang also doesn't like the pressure of this kind of blood feud.
But for some reason, looking at the knife in his hand, an inexplicable emotion suddenly surged in his heart, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
The knife was ready, but the man was gone.
After all, Chen Daan failed to hand over the knife to Chen Tang with his own hands.
The bond between the two of them as father and son in this life was over.
I didn't get to see the last one.
"Brother Chen came and talked a lot with me that day."
Lao Suntou continued: "After your accident, you were often laughed at by people here, saying that you were a tiger or something... When Brother Chen mentioned this, his face was full of pride."
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"He said you are a good boy and a bloody man. If you can survive this, you will definitely become a world-famous swordsman in the future."
Chen Tang lowered his head and looked at Chen Da'an who was leaning in front of the blacksmith shop. There seemed to be an unknown air in his chest that had nowhere to vent.
"Child, I know you are unwilling to accept it."
Old Sun patted Chen Tang on the shoulder and advised him earnestly: "But you have to think about it, we are just ordinary people, and there is really nothing we can do when encountering this kind of thing. This person is destined to die. If we catch up, we can only Recognize.”
Should ordinary people accept their fate?
Canglang!
Chen Tang suddenly drew out his long knife.
The blade is smooth and sharp, and the blade is bright. It is indeed a good knife.
Chen Tang took a closer look and saw two lines of small words engraved on the end of the blade.
"The wild man sees the injustice in anger and wears out the eternal sword in his chest!"
Chen Tang said softly.
Lao Suntou said: "Brother Chen asked me to engrave this. He said that he often heard your grandfather mention it, so I gave it to you as well."
Chen Tang returned the knife to its sheath, closed his eyes, and let out a long breath.
He is afraid of trouble.
But he was more afraid of having an uneasy conscience.
Because of Chen Daan, he had the opportunity to practice martial arts on the snowy mountains and return from his injury.
Now that he has come to this world and relived his life as Chen Tang, he has to carry on the grudges and hatreds of his previous life.
This is Jianghu.
After a while, when Chen Tang opened his eyes again, his expression had returned to calm, and there was no wave in the ancient well.
He didn't want to accept his fate after resurrecting his life.
If he wanted to recognize it, he would only recognize it with the knife in his hand!
Armed with sharp weapons, murderous intent arises!
"Uncle Sun, how could my father hurt someone from the government for no reason? Who did he hurt?" Chen Tang asked.
"It's not your father's fault."
Lao Suntou said: "I heard it was Cui Yong..."
Before he finished speaking, Lao Suntou glanced away and saw a few white servants in the distance who had just drank and were wandering towards this side.
Lao Sun's heart tightened, he kept silent, and said with a smile: "I also listened to other people's nonsense. I can't do it accurately. You should leave quickly."
"Good work."
Chen Tang did not continue to ask questions, thanked him, put the knife on his waist, carried Chen Daan's body again, and walked towards his home.
Lao Suntou saw that Chen Tang had regained his composure, but he didn't think much about it. He felt relieved and said to himself: "After this calamity, Chen Tang is much calmer."
Chen Tang temporarily put Chen Daan's body at home. It was only the first month of the year and the weather was cold, so the body would not rot if left outside.
The information revealed by Lao Suntou was similar to what he had guessed before.
If you want to know what happened between Chen Daan and the government, Cui Yong is the key figure.
Cui Yong, dozens of nearby households are under his jurisdiction.
If there is any trouble in anyone's house, he can't hide it from him.
Even if there is no news about Lao Suntou, Chen Tang will be the first to find him!
Chen Tang did not take action immediately.
Over the past few days, he has been walking day and night, secretly observing Cui Yong's movements and habits, and writing down the time, place and pattern of the Changze County government officials' night inspections.
There are two white servants beside Cui Yong, who often go out together.
Chen Tang is very patient.
It's late at night and the wind is biting.
He sat quietly in the courtyard, wiping the long knife in his hand over and over again, constantly deducing the next actions in his mind, scrutinizing the details, and thinking of possible changes and ways to deal with them.
He is waiting for an opportunity.
The night is getting darker and the clouds are thicker.
A piece of crystal clear snowflake slowly fell on the cold blade.
It's snowing.
And the lower it gets, the denser it gets.
The wind is getting stronger and stronger.
It's snowing just right.
The wind and snow can not only obscure the view, but also cover up all traces.
Chen Tang stood up, sheathed his sword, and walked out.
(End of chapter)