In the dim morgue, under the bean-sized oil lamp, Lao Wei looked gloomy.

In ancient times, the executioners who cut off their heads were all skilled in their craft.

If you want to cut it in two, you need to go through a lot of targeted practice.

Because of this, human bones are hard, and the cervical spine is even more so.

If you want to do it with a knife, it must be neat, and you must not cut it on the cervical vertebrae bones!

It is necessary to cut the gap between the cervical vertebrae from the back of the neck to be quick and sharp, without dragging mud and water.

In the battle array, it is rumored that there are also people who cut off the heads of enemy chiefs with swords in their hands, but most of them are dead people's heads after the war in order to calculate military merits.

A living person who can cut off his head with a single blow must be a skilled pawn, or a mighty man with a heavy blade.

Of course, a few decades ago, the Japanese invaders were in trouble in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and there was a real Japanese who was holding a Japanese knife, relying on the advantage of the blade, and also cut people in two, but it was a knife in both hands, wrapped in the power of the whole body.

And Aunt Han, who cut off the thief's head with a knife, no matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with the first two.

The village is a gift from his son-in-law, which is a transformation of a Japanese knife, and it is sharp enough, but it is better than being light and dexterous, and it is definitely not strong and heavy!

The knife in the early morning was a hasty response, and Muramasa first slashed at the thief's waist knife wrapped in a thunderous blow, and then hit the neck.

You must know that the waist knife is also a good product, the back of the knife is heavy, and the weight is not light.

The whole process was smooth and smooth, and Lao Wei could see it clearly.

Among them, there is the extremely sharp factor of Muramasa, but what can really be done is because of Han Xianggong himself!

cut off the relatively heavy waist knife, and then slashed through the thief's neck without slowing down at all, there was no so-called decapitation technique, purely to win with strength, and cut off the cervical vertebrae alive...... That Han Xianggong is so brave and brave, so strong!

Touching the thief's cervical vertebrae that were cut in two, Lao Wei's eyes flickered.

My son-in-law is worshipping this big brother, it's so interesting!

The inner house of the Yue Guo Mansion, the study.

Seeing Han Chen away, Miss Chu sat in a daze.

It was really unexpected that the stupid scholar was willing to use himself as bait to find the mastermind behind the scourge of the Chu family.

Shouldn't that person be a cowardly person?

Before recruiting his son-in-law, the Yue Guo Mansion naturally checked Han Chen's life history and situation.

A poor scholar who is good for nothing, three generations of innocent, and no relatives......

This person's life experience is as clean as a blank piece of paper.

But now he writes poetry, and the thief kills him, what is wrong?

Shaking his head, he forgot about the incomprehensible question.

Thinking of the sentence "Xiaosheng is not talented, I am willing to shelter the young lady from the wind and rain", my heart trembled for no reason.

In the past half a year, Chu Yunxi has experienced hardships that he had never thought of before.

Whether it is before or after, she struggles to hold on, and she never wants to be seen as weak.

The huge Yue Guo Mansion can no longer withstand the wind and waves.

Now, a stupid scholar stood up and said that he wanted to protect himself and shelter himself from the wind and rain...... It feels weird.

Since he was a child, he had to be strong, and his father often sighed when he was alive that if he was a man, he would definitely be able to revive the family business of the Yue Guo Mansion.

Now, when I am in charge of my own family, I understand that the revitalization of the family business is so simple?

If it weren't for that stupid scholar, I am afraid that I would still be worried about the money.

Thinking of right and wrong, for a while, Miss Chu's mind was full of Han Chen.

Because he was moved, and worried about him, there are all kinds of things, and you can't be an outsider.

Aunt Han, who was missed by Miss Chu, was sleeping soundly at this time.

With nothing to do, Dong'er pulled the big cow and inquired about the experience of this day and night.

This girl was as careful as a hair, and once again heard that in order to avoid suspicion, her uncle only let the bustard accompany the wine, and she was moved again.

Uncle is really clean, I won't be sorry for Miss!

As for carrying Liu Niang into the room...... Da Niu had already slept in the dark at that time, and he didn't know it.

Hearing that her uncle was angry at the thief, Dong'er only felt that her blood was boiling and her forehead was sweating!

My uncle can be literate and martial, and Miss is a perfect match!

It's a pity that Da Niu, who is greedy for wine, went to bed early, and didn't see the peerless demeanor of his uncle's poetry and lyrics, which is quite regrettable.

Just as the two were chattering, carefully reviewing Aunt Han's highlight moments, the door of the small courtyard was knocked on.

"Sister Dong'er, a monk came out and said he was looking for his uncle."

The subordinates specially sent by the porter were very respectful.

Dong'er is Miss's personal maid, no matter how old or young, she has to call her sister.

"Got it, you let the monk wait first, my uncle is taking a nap, and I have to wait for my uncle to get up before I know if he sees or not."

Although Dong'er wondered how a monk had found a home, she didn't dare to make decisions for her uncle, so she just let the monk wait.

The subordinate was instructed and walked away.

Since Steward He was taught a lesson by Aunt Fang today, it has been spread all over the house, and the prospective aunt is very valued by the young lady, so he must not be offended.

As a servant of the Guogong Mansion, there are naturally well-informed people, Han Chen's name is Ningbo Shilin, and he is also known to his subordinates.

Now when it comes to the prospective aunt, no one dares to call stupid scholars and stupid geese anymore, only saying that my aunt is famous, I'm afraid it's not Wenqu Xing's reincarnation, right?

After sleeping until the sun was in the west, Han Chen got up.

I feel refreshed and my thoughts are clear...... After sleeping for so long, you won't lose sleep at night, right?

After being served by Dong'er and changing his clothes and drinking a cup of strong tea, Aunt Han was completely sober.

In just a few days, the gold medal sales manager in North China, who was originally hard and simple, adapted to the corrupt life of being served, and it was really easy to go from thrift to luxury.

"Uncle, there is a monk outside looking for you, and I don't know if I have left."

Dong'er was naturally worried about her uncle's matter, and reported it softly.

Monk?

Master, I've been here for a few days, and the only people who have intersected are the righteous brothers and the young lady of Qinglou, where did the monk come from?

Isn't it, the relationship between the former and the next?

Thinking of the innocent life experience of his predecessor, Han Chen suddenly became interested, if it was really a previous dealing, maybe he could also provide some useful information.

Packing up, Aunt Han was dressed in a green shirt, with a waist and hips, and pinched a folding fan specially found by Dong'er in his hand, and walked towards the gatehouse with three steps.

When I arrived at the place, I pushed the door and entered, only to see a handsome monk sitting cross-legged on a wide chair, closing his eyes and recuperating.

The monk is dressed in a gorgeous splendid robe, in his early twenties, his face is like a crown of jade, he is handsome, gentle and elegant, his bearing is chic, and his demeanor is peerless, which is not like this turbid world.

Hearing someone's voice, the monk opened his eyes, and his eyes looked like Langxing, extremely spiritual.

"But if 'life is only as first seen' Han Xianggong in person? Poor monk Xuelang, I have seen Han Xianggong. ”

Monk Xuelang got off the chair and stood still, folded his hands, greeted respectfully, lowered his head, and revealed several eye-catching ring scars.