After hearing the news that the king of the county was killed, old man Jiang's expression changed drastically. He didn't even dare to hesitate for a moment, and hurriedly said to his men: "Pack your bags quickly and go to another state to take shelter."
A group of men who were performing Cuju under his command gathered around. They looked at each other in shock after hearing this. Many of them showed reluctant expressions and said in unison: "There are more and more people vying for the space recently, so we can't give in!" "Yes."
, it will not be easy for us to occupy another place once we go!" "Why are you so eager, brother? Isn't it just that someone died, what does it have to do with us?"
Old Jiang stared: "Can this time be the same as last time? It was Xiang Ba who died last time. He was just a wealthy slave and a lowly person. If it hadn't caused a scene, who would have cared? This time he is the king of the imperial court. You are
It’s not like you’ve lost your mind and wanted to be killed by Wei Bang!”
As soon as the words "killing the mighty stick" came out, everyone trembled and hurriedly packed their bags and prepared to run away.
Jianghu heroes are a peculiar group whose boundaries are difficult to define and easily moved by themselves. In the eyes of the court, they are equated with breaking laws and disciplines. In the eyes of the common people, they are generally disliked, but they are expected to appear when they are oppressed by the government.
The key is that these people often have a lot of money in their pockets.
Therefore, whenever something serious happens, regardless of whether it has anything to do with Jiang Huzi or not, the government will be dispatched to arrest him first.
If the money automatically flies into the pocket of the official with knowledge and interest, then he is not guilty.
If the silver is not spiritual enough and is still kept in one's own purse, then the hundred-killing stick will be struck down.
That was still an ordinary case. Nowadays, in such a big case, money is useless. If the real culprit cannot be caught, in order to protect the face of the court and the majesty of the Song Dynasty, there must be a scapegoat.
The territory is gone and can be fought over again, but there is only one life. In the realm of Bianjing, it is impossible to openly confront the government, so the only way left is to fight with the wind.
So Old Man Jiang made a quick decision, took a group of brothers, packed up their money, and evacuated the Daxiangguo Temple directly.
As soon as I arrived at Bianjing Street, I saw the enemies who had previously competed for the territory also merged into the crowd.
The two sides looked at each other from afar, nodded to each other, and felt as if they had met each other and laughed away their grudges.
Did you run away too?
Jiang Sheng, who had just arrived near Zhouqiao and was notified, came in. Old Jiang had not seen his younger brother who had been studying hard for five or six days. He asked with concern: "How do your eyes feel?"
Jiang Sheng said excitedly: "Since I was treated by Dr. Lin, my eye disease has improved a lot, and I have a chance to take the imperial examination!"
Old man Jiang was full of expectations: "If you can become a Jinshi, you will really honor your ancestors. I don't have to have a lowly career, and I can go back to my hometown to enjoy the blessings!"
Jiang Sheng suddenly felt the pressure and gritted his teeth and said: "Please don't worry, brother, I will definitely go to high school!"
Just as Old Man Jiang was about to speak, he suddenly looked forward and his expression changed drastically: "No, it's a servant from the Ministry of Punishment!"
Everyone stopped immediately, mixed in with the crowd, and secretly looked at the city gate.
Then they quickly confirmed that the Criminal Department had actually been dispatched. The speed was unprecedented.
In fact, it is normal. Everyone is under pressure. The officials of the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple did not know at first that Gongsun Zhao would foolishly step forward and take over this hot potato. Therefore, their first consideration was not to arrest the murderer, but how to
reveal all the details.
As a result, the three parties made a tacit agreement, with the Ministry of Punishment being the most powerful and optimistic about Zhuque Gate and Chongming Gate, which have the largest flow of people.
Dali Temple was concerned about Wangchun Gate and Lijing Gate. Several officials from the Kaifeng government did not report to Fan Chunli, but guarded Changque Gate and Yiqiu Gate.
With the flow of people in Bianjing, they could not and did not dare to seal the city gate. What they did was just want to capture a group of so-called heroes who were slightly famous in Bianjing so that they could do business later.
Because Old Man Jiang had a lot of friends in his daily life, was good at helping others, and had a good reputation, he was a standout. But looking at the eagerly looking police officer from a distance, he immediately made a gesture to the brothers behind him, and everyone turned into the alley in a hurry, but there was someone behind him.
There were screams of fright and anger again. It seemed that another group of people didn't see the way clearly and were caught directly.
After avoiding trouble, Old Man Jiang sighed: "Those of us who travel around the world also want to save some wealth and no longer live like this, but we can't do it!"
Jiang Sheng said: "The death of the county king is certainly a big deal, but it's not difficult for our brothers to find a hiding place, right?"
Old Man Jiang thought for a while and said: "Just in case, you should leave the city now, we can do it. You are a good scholar. You will be admitted to the Jinshi in the future. You must not be caught by the Ministry of Punishment officers..."
Jiang Sheng's expression suddenly changed and he said angrily: "Brother, what are you talking about? Without your support, how could I have had the money to study in an academy? If I left you and left, how would I be any different from an animal?"
Old Man Jiang was somewhat relieved, and explained in a low voice: "This matter is just to avoid the limelight. When the murderer of the county king is caught, we can return to the Daxiangguo Temple. Don't be stubborn!"
Jiang Sheng shook his head: "I'm not going out of the city. Instead of going out and being scared, it's better to be with you. I'm not another weak scholar who has also learned the martial arts of spear and stick in the imperial boxing hall!"
Old man Jiang said helplessly: "So what if you have practiced martial arts? Can you still..."
At this point, he raised his brows and his expression suddenly changed: "No! Mr. Zhou of the Royal Boxing Gym may be in trouble!"
Jiang Sheng's expression also changed: "No way, the plaques on the imperial boxing gym are all personally left by Emperor Shenzong, so official officials dare to visit?"
Old man Jiang said: "It's true that they wouldn't do it on weekdays, but it's just because they have nothing to do with the imperial boxing gym on weekdays. Now that the prince of the county has been killed, will those officials who scrape the ground pass this good opportunity to attack? No,
Coach Zhou takes good care of us, I want to go take a look!"
Jiang Sheng said in a deep voice: "Let's go together!"
Old man Jiang did not persuade me at all this time, but nodded heavily.
People in the world can help their families avoid risks, but they have to go through fire and water for outsiders to live up to their righteousness.
After arranging his men to wait at the stronghold, Old Jiang dressed up a little and really pretended to be an old man. Together with Jiang Sheng, who was not well-known in the world, they headed to the north wing of the city.
The reputation of the Royal Boxing Gym was at its peak in the 30s. At that time, various famous figures were invited as instructors, and even a master-level figure like Shaolin martial artist Tan Zhengfang was appointed as the chief instructor.
Although the reputation of this Shaolin Temple is far inferior to that of the Daxiangguo Temple, in the former Tang Dynasty, there were thirteen stick monks who assisted the King of Qin. It was the most powerful school in Buddhism, and many officials and officials flocked to it to learn from its masters.
When Tan Zhengfang resigned from the post of head coach, his successor Zhou Tong took over, with stronger teaching ability and teaching according to aptitude. Many Jianghu disciples came here in admiration, hoping to become the disciples of Head Coach Zhou.
Therefore, if one can say that Bianjing has the largest number of people gathered in Jianghu and is also the biggest one, it is undoubtedly Zhou Tong’s Yuquan Gym.
Old man Jiang has always been willing to speculate maliciously on those officials who are trying to break their bones and suck out their marrow. Unfortunately, this time is no exception.
The two brothers borrowed two horses and rode hard all the way to the Yuquan Hall. They could see the huge house from a distance. The high walls could not block the sound of martial arts training coming from inside, and many officials were already surrounded outside.
I just looked at the plaque and didn't call the door formally.
On top of the tall gate, there is a black lacquered plaque with the words "Yu Boxing Gym" written on it. The inscription next to it is a gift from Emperor Shenzong, so this boxing gym dares to be called "Yu".
Jiang Sheng breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that the officials are still wary. No wonder they are practicing martial arts inside normally without being disturbed."
Old Man Jiang observed carefully, but frowned: "I'm afraid it's not fear, but waiting for someone... These officials will either not come, but now that they are here, they won't give up!"
As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen fast horses arrived in the distance. In the middle was an official in scarlet robes, shouting in front and behind, showing his official majesty.
When Jiang Sheng saw him, he exclaimed, "Is that Judge Han from the Kaifeng government office?"
Old Man Jiang's face darkened: "This man is unscrupulous and extremely greedy. The vendors at Daxiangguo Temple are most afraid of seeing him... Hey, how did you recognize him?"
Jiang Sheng explained: "I saw him seeking medical consultation at the Sui'an Medical Clinic. After the diagnosis, Dr. An said it was just accumulation of cold air. He said that he felt unwell all over. Dr. An reluctantly prescribed a lot of medicine, and he left with satisfaction.
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Old man Jiang said coldly: "This is a lot of bad things. Judge Han still worships Buddha and offers incense every time he comes to Daxiangguo Temple!"
Just as he was talking, Judge Han started a conflict with people outside without even entering the boxing gym.
That was a young man walking from another direction. He was not even taller than his crown, but he was already nine feet tall, with majestic features. His eyes were as bright as lightning as he looked around, and he had an awe-inspiring and heroic spirit all over his body.
As soon as the young man appeared, the Jiang brothers' eyes were subconsciously attracted to him. The old man Jiang praised sincerely: "I don't know which family raises such a unicorn. It's so majestic!"
But the young man was also surrounded by officials and questioned him, and there were faint voices of argument: "I am a member of the Daming Mansion... I am an apprentice to learn skills... Why did you stop me..."
Judge Han looked at the young man's clothes, then looked at the clothes of several servants behind him, and determined that he came from a wealthy family. He immediately waved his hand: "The people from the outside government are acting suspiciously. They are probably related to the murder of the county king. Please give this to me."
Take it!"
The young man changed his color and held the stick. Fortunately, at this moment, he saw a dispute outside the library. A group of people strode out. The leader was a majestic white-haired old man. After a brief conversation, he spoke with great dignity.
Judge Han and the young men from Daming Mansion all welcomed him in.
Seeing everyone entering the imperial boxing gym, Jiang Sheng asked uneasily: "Brother, I'm afraid Coach Zhou will suffer a loss. Can we help now?"
Old Man Jiang didn't know what to do for a while. When he was thinking about where he could move to recruit troops so that the corrupt official could retreat, the sound of horse hooves came again.
The two brothers looked over, and when they saw the person coming, they felt as if they had received an amnesty and couldn't help but rejoice:
"They are here! The savior of the heroes is here!"