Everyone present stood there dumbfounded, looking at the shabby scholar, not knowing what was going on.
Why did this poor scholar suddenly slap the temple ghost back?
The temple ghost stood up, his eyes horrified, "Who are you?!"
Chen Jiu put down his back basket, boxed his fists, and smiled softly at the temple ghost.
"Go to hell."
One punch!
The head of the temple ghost fell to the ground at a strange angle.
It struggled violently.
Another punch!
His head was beaten half a foot inward.
The temple ghost paused for a moment, then struggled again.
Come with a punch.
Its head had sunk completely into the ground.
After a while, it struggled slightly.
Still a punch.
The temple ghost dared not move at all.
Everyone around was stunned, no matter how stupid their brains were at this moment, they should understand that this poor scholar is actually an expert in disguise!
Chen Jiu stood beside the temple ghost, looking at everyone slowly.
He paused on Yuan Hua.
Yuan Hua's mind was tense and he didn't dare to move. Fortunately, the poor scholar only stayed for a moment, then turned away slowly, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Chen Jiu finally stopped his gaze on the bandits and bandits.
He raised one foot, stepped on it suddenly, smashed the temple ghost's head like crushing a watermelon, and smiled brightly at the bandits.
"I declare that you have been arrested by me."
Zhang Jia broke through the window and fled.
Before his body could get out of the window, a hand lifted his head and grabbed him back.
Chen Jiu looked at him, and the two faced each other.
Zhang Jia's face was bitter, and he didn't dare to move rashly.
He was afraid that his head would be easily crushed like a temple ghost.
Chen Jiu held Zhang Jia's head and put him aside, "Wait for me."
He went to the mountain temple and turned around.
Zhang Jia really didn't dare to move anymore.
With the skills of this poor scholar just now, he is definitely more than three realms, maybe he is a master of four realms!
It is definitely the monk sent by Qingfeng City to suppress the bandits!
Today is really planted!
Zhang Jia's expression flickered, and then the bandit lost all thoughts, thinking that he would be captured today.
But after thinking about it, at least he was not directly eaten alive by this temple ghost, and he can die happily even if he dies later.
The scholar, on the other hand, was relieved. Since this monk came to slaughter temple ghosts and bandits, they naturally had nothing to do with them.
And now that the temple ghost is dead, the few people will be safe, and there will be a harmless cat Rong Po, who is estimated to be able to deal with it with a single sword.
Chen Jiu found a slender hemp rope from nowhere, and said to the bandit, "Come here, line up."
Bandits and bandits dared not refuse, Zhang Jia took the lead and lined up in turn.
Chen Jiu tied up several people one by one with slender hemp rope. After tying them up, he observed carefully and nodded with satisfaction.
"Yes, this knot is very beautiful."
Chen Jiu stood up straight and said to the bandits, "Okay, follow me now!"
He carried the basket on his back, took the lead alone, and strode away.
Then came bandits tied up with thin ropes.
Several big men were bound by a thin rope, which looked very funny.
It was still night outside, and it was dark.
Several people walked along the night road, and Chen Jiu ate the leftover fruit slowly.
Only a few scholars who breathed a sigh of relief were left in the mountain temple.
Mao Rongpo wanted to take the opportunity to escape.
A sword light flashed across.
There are two corpses.
The sword-wielding scholar put his sword back into its sheath, and sat cross-legged to heal his wounds.
Several scholars were silent.
Seeing the human heart at the place of life and death, after some experience just now, it is almost all in one.
The elegant and quiet woman, who had been silent for a long time, looked at the direction of Chen Jiu's departure with thoughtful eyes.
She could see that Chen Jiu's realm was not high.
But the combat power is extremely strong!
This kind of physical training with combat power that can push the realm has a name in Beishang Yanwu Prefecture.
Born martial artist.
Not one in a million!
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Chen Jiu still chose to escort this group of bandits to the government.
Send it to Goulan, I'm afraid that this group of bandits and rogues are working for tigers.
When the sky turned white, Chen Jiu escorted the gang of bandits to the gate of the government.
The two officials who were in charge of opening the door, seeing Wei Zhangjia's fierce expression, were afraid to take the slender hemp rope.
The official was afraid that the big man would break free of the string in an instant and beat himself to death with a single punch.
Fortunately, Chen Jiu was careful and noticed the difficulties of the official post, and apologized: "Mine."
Then he punched the armor half to death.
"It's all right now."
The officer was dumbfounded and didn't know how to answer.
In the end, the government sent people to take all the gangsters on the most wanted list into prison, and gave Chen Jiu a bounty for arresting the gangsters.
Chen Jiu was also happy, but he didn't expect that there would be a surprise.
He happily ran to a famous wine shop in the city, asked for a while, bought a jug of good wine, and planned to bring it back to Lao Cao for him to taste.
Although Lao Cao is crazy, he should enjoy what he should enjoy.
When the time comes to leave, this life is not in vain.
Chen Jiu thought with a smile, and for some reason, there were a few tears in the corners of his eyes.
He wiped it off, comforting himself.
"It's a good thing, why cry."
When he walked back to Goulan with the wine, he didn't see Lao Cao anymore.
The mattresses in the kiosk were in disarray, and a single bracelet was placed on the only clean table.
Chen Jiu's face was gloomy for an instant, and he almost flew over to find the servant whom he hired to deliver meals to Lao Cao.
He grabbed his throat and lifted it directly.
"Where did Lao Cao go?!"
The young man was horrified, for some reason this young man who was usually full of friendly smiles towards him was so frightening now, but the suffocation in his throat couldn't be faked.
The boy grabbed Chen Jiu's arm and struggled desperately.
With a gloomy face, Chen Jiu loosened his arms slightly.
The little servant exhaled violently, looked at Chen Jiu's gloomy face, and hurriedly said: "Old Cao...Old Cao is dead."
Chen Jiu put down his arms, let go of the servant, took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, and blinked twice.
After a long time, when he looked at the boy again, he asked with a calm expression.
"Can you tell me the details."
The boy looked at his clenched fists and dared not say anything.
Old Huang died yesterday, at the hands of Xu Wu, the young master of the Xu family.
The specific process seems to be that Lao Cao went crazy. Although he was quiet on weekdays, but for some reason that day, when Xu Wu passed by, he rushed out like a madman, dressed in ragged clothes, looking crazy, pointing Pointing at Xu Wu's nose, he cursed.
"brute!"
Then...
The boy hesitated for a moment, then continued.
Then Lao Cao was dragged with one hand to Goulan Road with Xu Wu holding his head, and was beaten to death in the middle of the road.
The boy didn't go into details about the process, but said sadly that it was too miserable.
It was so miserable that he didn't dare to look at it.
When the boy went to collect Lao Cao's body, the old man with bruises all over his body and his skeleton was still a little bit conscious, and he kept mumbling slightly when he was dying.
"Ama...Ama..."
It may be that the old man thought of his wet nurse at this last moment, so he saw it.
After the old man's body was cremated by several servants, the ashes were thrown into the Huai River.
Many people die in Goulan every year.
Those with family members took the body back, got compensation from Goulan, and handled the funeral affairs by themselves.
Those without family members are simpler, just cremated and sprinkled into the Huai River.
Lao Cao never had a family.
Chen Jiu sniffled. He returned to the small pavilion in Goulan, tidied up Lao Cao's messy bed, and stacked the messy clothes neatly.
He stood quietly inside the house.
At noon, Chen Jiu put on the bracelet on the table, closed the door of the pavilion, and walked towards the center of the city.
The weather today is not good, covered with dark clouds.
Dark clouds overwhelmed the city, making it extremely depressing.
It was as if the whole city was locked in a dark cage.
The Huai River in the distance suddenly had big waves, and after one wave was not calm, another wave rose again.
In the midst of depression, the light shines out.
There was a loud thunder.
Chen Jiu's momentum exploded.
Enter the three realms with the thunder!
For some reason, the whole body is full of majestic fists, and it is even more difficult to calm down!
For the first time, such a violent idea came to his mind.
He is going to kill.
Kill that Xu thing.
Before that, whoever blocks and kills.