This is something that Jiang Heng has been a little troubled recently. Logically speaking, since there are two choices, there is no reason why the other party will bet on him directly.
"What? Are you still worried that I will have other plans?" Fu Changsheng chuckled his beard and chuckled.
"This is not, I'm just a little curious. After all, the entire Canglang Gang is so heavy, and the boy is under great pressure!" Jiang Heng shook his head, and he had no doubts about the Fu family.
Since I have been targeted by the demon, if the other party wants to harm me, then there is no reason for the other party to help me in this way.
"It's nothing, and I didn't determine that the so-called demon-slaying saint must be his own person." Fu Changsheng waved his hand and sneered.
"Isn't it my own?"
"Well, I can't say it's not that I don't believe it, I'm really suspicious. I have seen rebellion several times in my life, but I have never heard of rebellion for so long.
Moreover, I don’t think of this guy as a good person, and I have no idea that I have suggested that I join him in the righteous act.
Ha! The more he is like this, the less I don’t go!”
Speaking of this, Mr. Fu looked sarcastic and showed no good impression of the demon-slaying saint.
Jiang Heng listened aside, wanting to hear how this old Jianghu analyzed it.
"At first, I gave him some supplies, but now I can get as far as I can! I have been rebelling for so long, but there has not been anybody from Zhenyousi to take action. The more I think about it, the more strange I feel!
Friend Jiang, do you think this is strange?" Fu Changsheng looked at Jiang Heng with a faint smile, and Jiang Heng agreed with him very much after hearing this.
"I'm just thinking about where the court and the Demon-Slaying Saint are making trouble? You said this guy even said those words of taboo. But I haven't seen any movement in the court for a long time, which is very interesting!"
Fu Changsheng and Jiang Heng looked at each other and showed a sneer.
"Indeed!" Jiang Heng nodded slightly. You should know that the royal family and the aristocratic family are not human races. They have been blocking relevant news over the years and always maintaining their image.
This time, the Demon-Slaying Saint Lord was obviously trying to hit the court in the face, but the court has not seen any action for a long time. It has been several months since then.
"In my opinion, the court is planning to attack our martial artists! You said, if a suspected foreign martial artist appears, how will our Yiqi Alliance react?"
As soon as Fu Changsheng said this, he was shocked that a layer of white hair and sweated on his back.
"What do you mean is this the court's plan?"
"Well, I'm sure you'll be together! As for whether the Demon-Slaying Saint King is a person in the court, I don't know. It may be because of the use of relationships, or it may be that this itself is a game at the beginning!"
Fu Changsheng nodded, his face a little heavy, but then he smiled casually.
"But it's okay, I can see the problem. Those old ghosts are even worse!"
Jiang Heng breathed a little relieved when he heard this. The human race can't withstand any strong storms now.
"I will write a copy of the recipe for strong bones later. As for now... you should adapt first!"
Fu Changsheng shook his head, smiled and took Fu Qingshui to the door and left.
Jiang Heng was left with a little crying but still couldn't move at will now, so he simply sat cross-legged and tried to tame the dragon of Qi and blood in his body.
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As dusk approaches, the entire Cangzhou begins to become more and more bleak.
Zhang Fu was galloping in the street, and he looked around. The city was not safe now, and his uncles and aunts at home had warned him that it would be better to go home early.
"When you go back, I will be scolded by my aunt again!"
The twelve-year-old Zhang Fu has always been raised by his uncle and aunt, and he is very afraid of his aunt who is a bit arrogant.
Smell, feet, saliva, and even subtle stinking feces and urine.
Zhang Fu bypassed the mess of garbage all over the ground and kept jogging forward. Now there is a lot of garbage in the city, and even some street patrol officers are rarely seen.
Pass through several lanes and drill into a small trail.
Zhang Fu saw at the end of the dark path, a woman who was not inferior to a man was staring at him with anger on a broom.
Zhang Fu and his uncle and aunt lived in the cracked path of two inns. They were originally the utility room of one of the inns, but after being taken a fancy to by his aunt, they rented it at the price of thirty copper plates per month, so there was a living room.
The land.
At this time, a stream of rice smell floated out of the room from time to time, swallowing and spitting. Zhang Fu looked at the middle-aged woman in front of him with some bumps.
"Do you still know how to go back? Have you told you? You should go back early and go back early!"
As he said that, the middle-aged woman rushed up and grabbed Zhang Fu's ear and waved her broom. The hit didn't hurt, but Zhang Fu still looked like a grin.
"Okay, Xiaofu will come back, hurry up, be hungry." At this time, a middle-aged thin man walked out. Because the eaves of the door were very low, the middle-aged man had to bow.
"Okay!" Zhang Fu jumped up happily, threw away his aunt and got into the house, making the woman behind him very popular.
"You're just mean!"
Faced with his wife's reprimand, the middle-aged man just grinned and silly.
A few people entered the house and sat down. The space inside was very small. In addition to a relatively large wooden bed and a relatively small bed, there was only a stove and an old and dilapidated table in the house.
The chair is here.
The firewood was piled outside, and the house was stringed with ropes and hung with several pieces of shampooed clothes.
There are only three people in the family. Zhang Fu's uncle and aunt have never had children, so the couple treated Zhang Fu's nephew like their own children. They lived a hard life, but they were also happy.
"I came back so early today. Isn't there much work on the boss?"
There was only a small pot of rice and a plate of pickled vegetables on the table. The middle-aged woman took a bite of rice and asked her husband next to her.
"Oh, the boss left, and the family left last night. Today I saw the manager. The manager asked me to repair the window of a wing room inside, so I paid me a salary. It was said that the boss's house wanted.
I will not work there any more in the future.” The middle-aged man was silent for a moment before he hesitating.
There was a silence at the dining table. After a moment, the middle-aged woman forced a smile and picked up some pickled vegetables for her husband.
"Eat first, eat first! These...this will be thought about later!"
The middle-aged man nodded silently, and only bowls and swallowing sounds were left in the house again. The poor family ate faster, but the woman caught a glimpse of a small package that Zhang Fu was holding tightly when he was eating.
This is what my nephew just brought back from outside, and I couldn't help but feel angry when I saw this.
"Xiao Fu, didn't my aunt tell you that we can't take other people's things?"
"This is given to me by someone else!" Zhang Fu hugged the package in his arms tighter.