This is something that Jiang Heng has been a little distressed about recently, and it stands to reason that since there are two choices, there is no reason why the other party will directly bet the entire Canglang Gang on him alone.

"What's the matter, are you still worried that the old man can't have other plans?" Fu Changsheng chuckled.

"That's not it, it's just a little curious, after all, the entire Canglang Gang is so heavy, the kid is under a lot of pressure!" Jiang Heng shook his head, he had no doubts about the Fu family.

Since he has been targeted by demons, if the other party wants to harm himself, then the other party has no reason to help him in this move.

"It's nothing, and the old man didn't conclude that the so-called Demon Slayer Saint Monarch must be his own person. Fu Changsheng waved his hand and sneered.

"Not your own?"

"Well, I can't say, it's not that the old man doesn't believe it, it's really suspicious. The old man has lived and seen such things as rebellion several times in his life, but he has never heard of rebellion for so long.

And I don't think this guy is a good person, and I don't know how to propose to let the old man join him in the righteous deed.

The more he is like this, the more the old man will not go!"

Speaking of this, Old Man Fu had a sarcastic look on his face, and he didn't have a good impression of the Demon Slaying Saint Monarch.

Jiang Heng listened on the sidelines, wanting to hear how this old Jianghu analyzed.

"At first, the old man gave him some supplies, but now how far is it for the old man! The rebellion has been so long, and there is no one from the town of Yousi, the more the old man thinks about it, the more strange he feels!

Jiang Xiaoyou, don't you think this is weird?" Fu Changsheng looked at Jiang Heng with a light smile, and Jiang Heng also agreed very much when he heard this.

"The old man wondered, what is the trouble between this court and this demon slaying saint? You said that this guy even said that kind of taboo words. 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 with a sneer.

"Indeed!" Jiang Heng nodded slightly, you must know that the royal family and the 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 Monarch was obviously a slap in the face of the court, but the court did not take action for a long time. It's been months.

"According to the old man, the imperial court is planning to do something to our martial artists! You say, if there is a suspected foreign martial artist, how will our One Qi Alliance react?"

As soon as Fu Changsheng's words came out, Jiang Heng was shocked by a layer of white hair sweat behind his back.

"You mean to say that this is the bureau of the imperial court?"

As for whether this Demon Slaying Saint Monarch is a member of the court, I don't know. It could be the use of relationships, or it could be that this itself was a game in the first place!"

Fu Changsheng nodded, his face was a little heavy, but then he smiled.

"But it doesn't matter, the old man can see the problem in this. Those old ghosts are even more unquestionable!"

Hearing this, Jiang Heng breathed a sigh of relief, now the human race can't withstand any strong winds and waves.

"I'll handwrite a copy of the recipe for forging pure bones later. As for now... You kid better get used to it first!"

Fu Changsheng shook his head, laughed and left with Fu Qingshui at the door.

Jiang Heng, who was left with some tears to cry, really 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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Approaching dusk, the whole Cangzhou began to become more and more depressed.

Zhang Fu was galloping through the streets, he looked around, the city is not safe now, and his uncles and aunts at home have warned him that it is best to go home early.

"I'll be scolded by my aunt again when I go back!"

Twelve-year-old Zhang Fu has always been brought up by his uncle and aunt, and he is very afraid of his aunt who has a bit of a pungent temperament.

Sweat, feet, saliva, and even subtle feces and urine.

Zhang Fu bypassed the scattered garbage all over the ground and kept trotting forward, now there is a lot of garbage in the city, even some errand men patrolling the streets are rare.

Go through a few lanes and then drill into a side road.

Zhang Fu saw that at the end of the dark path, a woman with a strong figure who was not inferior to a man was holding a broom and glaring at him angrily.

Zhang Fu and his uncle and aunt lived in the small lane between the two inns, which was originally the utility room of one of the inns, but after being taken by the aunt, they rented it at the price of thirty copper plates per month, which can be regarded as a place to live.

At this time, the smell of rice wafted out from time to time in the house, swallowing foam, Zhang Fu looked at the middle-aged woman in front of him with some bumpiness.

"Do you still know how to go back? did the old lady tell you?

Saying that, the middle-aged woman rushed up and grabbed Zhang Fu's ear with a broom and swung it, and it didn't hurt, but Zhang Fu still made a grinning shape.

"Okay, it's good for Xiaofu to come back, hurry, I'm hungry. At this time, a middle-aged thin man walked out, because the eaves were very low, and the middle-aged man had to bow.

"Okay!" Zhang Fu jumped up happily, got rid of his aunt directly, and slipped into the house, which made the woman behind him angry.

"You're used to it!"

In the face of his wife's reprimand, the middle-aged man just grinned.

A few people entered the room and sat down, the space inside was very small, except for a relatively large wooden bed and a relatively small bed, the only thing that could be placed in the room was a stove and a pair of old and dilapidated tables and chairs.

Firewood was piled up outside, and the house was strung with rope and hung with a few pieces of shampoo-white clothing.

There are only three people in a family. Zhang Fu's uncle and aunt have never had children, and this couple treats Zhang Fu's nephew like their own children.

"I came back so early today, is it because there is not much work on the owner's side?"

There was only a small pot of rice and a plate of pickles on the table, and the middle-aged woman took a bite of rice and turned her head to her husband next to her.

"Alas, the proprietor is gone, and the family left last night, and today I saw the steward, and the steward asked me to repair the window of one of the side rooms, and paid me the wages. He said that the owner's house was going to be sold, and I would not work there from now on. The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, and then hesitated to reply.

There was silence at the dinner table, and after a while, the middle-aged woman forced a smile and gave her husband some pickles.

"Eat first, eat first! I'll think about that later!"

The middle-aged man nodded silently, and there were only dishes and chopsticks and swallowing sounds left in the room again, and the poor people ate relatively quickly, but on the way to eat, the woman caught a glimpse of a small package that Zhang Fu was holding tightly when he ate.

This is what this nephew of his own has just brought back from outside, and he can't help but be angry when he sees this.

"Xiaofu, didn't my aunt tell you that we can't take other people's things?"

"This is someone else gave me!" Zhang Fu hugged the package in his arms tighter.

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