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Volume 1: The Border Town of the Empire Chapter 141: Fang Henshui¡¯s Thousand Miles of Road

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    Chapter 141: Fang Henshui¡¯s Thousand Miles Road

    Fang Henshui once thought many times that one day he would be noticed by a very high-level outsider, and then his unique skills would be passed on to him and he would become unparalleled in the martial arts world.  And on the way from the small county town to Chang'an City, he imagined countless times whether a handsome young man like himself would have any romantic encounters?  If you don't have either of those, that's a bit of a stretch.

    In fact, he is already twenty-two years old and has never encountered either.

    There were no ups and downs in his life for the first twenty-two years. He practiced martial arts since he was young but was not very talented. His family was relatively wealthy in the county. His father gritted his teeth and gave two hundred taels of silver to the county magistrate's father-in-law to celebrate his birthday, and then gave it to his son.  Asking for a job as a detective.  Fang Henshui was lucky. After working as a policeman for two years, the policeman died of a cold when he went to a brothel to have fun because he drank too much.  As the person with the second highest martial arts skills in the small county, it was natural for him to be the head catcher after the death of the person with the highest level of martial arts.

    However, in the past twenty-two years, no outsider has ever appeared.

    Speaking of the affair, Fang Henshui dressed up specially before leaving the small county town.  He heard that the women in the imperial capital were not only as beautiful as gods but also as passionate as fire. After carefully looking at himself in front of the bronze mirror, he determined that she still had some merit.  But he overlooked one thing. The small county town was too far away from the imperial capital.  There are many boats in the small county in the south of the Yangtze River, but there is not even a horse in the county government office.  In addition, the travel expenses given to him by the county magistrate were really limited, so he could only move forward with difficulty along the way.

    After only walking a few hundred miles, his brand-new headhunter uniform was already covered in dust.  So he discovered that if he didn't make the effort to enter a brothel, he would not have any romantic encounters.

    But does prostitution count as an affair?  Does it count?  Does it count?

    The reason why Fang Henshui came to the Imperial Capital was because a murder occurred in a fishing village in his small county a year ago.  The identity of the dead people was somewhat special, and they turned out to be more than a dozen bald monks, so the county magistrate did not dare to delay and quickly wrote a note and sent it to the Imperial Capital Punishment Department via the official post.

    A dozen monks died in the empire, and people from the Ministry of Punishment felt it was necessary to conduct a detailed investigation.  So the county magistrate was ordered to send someone to the imperial capital to report the case in detail. Fang Henshui was the person in charge of the case, so he could only rush from the small county town to the imperial capital all the way.

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    Fang Henshui was once proud of the vast territory of the Sui Dynasty, and proud of being a citizen of the largest country in the Central Plains.  But after setting off, he realized that the vast territory was not a good thing for him.  If you walk to the imperial capital on two legs, even if you don't die from exhaustion, you will still have half your life left at most.

    Fortunately, his family is relatively wealthy.  When he went out, his father, who had never been to the Imperial Capital, gave him a bag of silver and told him not to be embarrassed when he arrived in the Imperial Capital.  Fang Henshui's father said, "Did you know that the capital city is big?"  At least ten times larger than the county seat!  Do you know how big the palace is?  At least ten times bigger than the county government office!  Do you know how rich the rich people in the imperial capital are?  At least ten times richer than our family!

    Fang Henshui¡¯s father already had a great imagination, but it was only after Fang Henshui left Xiaoxian that he realized that his father had lied to him.  Even the county town is at least thirty times larger than the small county town, even the county government is at least thirty times larger than the county government office, even the rich man in the county town is at least three hundred times or even richer than his family.  Three thousand times thirty thousand times.

    The longer he walked, the smaller Fang Henshui felt.

    He didn¡¯t dare to spend more money on the way, but when he arrived in Gyeonggi Province, he couldn¡¯t even afford a carriage.  Only now did he realize that traveling was really not a life for the poor.  The county magistrate firmly believed that thirty taels of silver in travel expenses would be enough for him to make a round trip to the imperial capital. What a shameful ignorance.

    After entering Gyeonggi Province, Fang Henshui started walking and walked north along the official road.  Finally, while begging for water in a small village next to the official road, he found out that it was only seventy miles away from the imperial capital Chang'an.  He saw a ruined temple not far away and planned to go in and rest for a while, pour out the sand from his boots and pick out the blood blisters on his feet.  Then eat some dry food, and if there is a clean place, you can even sleep before continuing on the road.

    The sun above his head was too fierce, and his exposed neck was already burned to the skin.

    But when he was about to reach the ruined temple, his vision suddenly went dark and he fainted.  When he woke up, he found himself in a small forest.  Not far away from him sat two people, one old and one young.

    "who are you?"

    Fang Henshui asked, then remembered that he was unconscious before and quickly stood up and clasped his fists, saying: "Thank you both for saving me, but I am too short of money to repay. I can only ask the names of my two benefactors. When I get home, I will help you."  En Gong¡¯s longevity tablet.¡±

    He waited for a while but saw no answer from the two people. He straightened up and looked over. He was in a daze for a moment, then suddenly woke up and jumped back immediately.One step.

    ¡°Monk?!¡±

    He subconsciously touched the knife beside him, only to realize that the knife had been taken away by the young monk at some point.  The young monk was cutting branches with his knife, and then quickly tied up a simple sedan chair, which looked similar to a sliding pole.

    "come over"

    After the young monk tied up the sedan chair, the other party Henshui waved to him: "You are in the back, I am in the front."

    "what do you mean?"

    Fang Henshui asked subconsciously.

    Then he saw the old monk sitting on the sedan chair, naturally.  That kind of posture made it seem as if he was born to be admired by others, born to be carried around, and born to be a big shot.

    "You mean, let me carry this old monk away with you? No, no, no, no, although you saved my life, I still have business to do. I want to go to the Criminal Department of the Imperial Capital to report the case. You can go on your own, I  For the sake of saving me, you won¡¯t report it to the government. If someone sees the monk appearing in Sui Dynasty, you won¡¯t get anything good!¡±

    Speaking of eating, he didn¡¯t know why the young monk looked at him so weirdly.

    "Either you come to carry me, or you die."

    Chen Ya raised his finger and pointed at the big stone next to Fang Henshui, and a round hole appeared on the stone.  It was as if the big stone was a piece of tofu that had been poked with chopsticks to make a small hole.  Fang Henshui was startled, went over to look at it, touched it with his fingers, and suddenly said: "Don't scare me, there is a hole like this in the rock!"

    Chen Ya was startled for a moment, cursed an idiot and then clicked again.

    There was another hole in the stone. Fang Henshui's expression changed. He suddenly felt that his legs were weak, and then he sat down on the ground and couldn't stand up even if he wanted to.

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    The old monk sitting on the sliding pole was eating dry food from Fang Henshui, and the young monk walking in front was also eating dry food from Fang Henshui.  Only Fang hates water and cannot eat his own dry food.  Not only the dry food, but also the water were snatched away by the two monks.  As a head catcher, Fang Henshui had the consciousness to fight to the death with a strong man, but he had not yet mustered up the courage.

    When leaving home, his father told him not to be brave if he encountered robbers along the way.  If you want money, just give it to him. At worst, you will just come back begging for food.  As long as you are still alive, when can you not take revenge?

    This is the most reasonable sentence he thinks his father has ever said, because he thinks so too.  Although he has practiced martial arts for more than ten years and can identify the scars left by various weapons.  But this has nothing to do with his own level of cultivation. His hometown is too small, and there is no one who can practice.

    And now, the people beside him are two people who can practice.

    A monk who can practice.

    "Where are you taking me?"

    Fang Henshui couldn't help but ask after hesitating for a while, because he found that his walking route completely avoided the official road, and kept walking through fields or woods, and the further he walked, the farther away he was from Chang'an City, the imperial capital.  The old monk had been keeping his eyes closed, and the young monk had been silent.

    "If you don't take me with you, you will go faster."

    Fang Henshui moved the position of the pole and felt the pain on his shoulders: "I can see that you two are both people who can practice. It seems that people who can practice can fly, right? I don't care what you do  What an outrageous thing, why are you taking me with you? It¡¯s so slow What if someone catches up to you? I¡¯m just a burden, right?¡±

    "Shut up!"

    The young monk glared at him and said, "There is a reason why I should take you with me."

    Fang Henshui did not dare to look at the young monk's sinister eyes. From this look, he was sure that this monk had killed someone before.  It is absolutely impossible for an ordinary person to have such heart-stopping eyes.  So he wisely chose to shut up, and then secretly thought about how to escape.

    After he tried several methods such as using urine and feces shields to find water and food to escape, all of which failed, he took a few more beatings and finally confirmed that he was really unlucky this time.  He just couldn't understand why the two monks had to take him with them?  If they really committed crimes in Sui Dynasty, why didn't they escape in a hurry?

    So when he was bored next time, he kept thinking about this issue.

    He is a policeman and is used to thinking from the prisoner's position.  After thinking about it for a while, he came up with an answer that he thought was very reasonable.

    Those two monks must have committed a great crime, so they were hunted down by the Sui people.  And the cultivation level of these two people must be ridiculously high, so hunting them downThe person must also have a ridiculously high level of cultivation.  In his understanding, people who can practice can fly.  In this case, according to normal reasoning, the two monks must fly very quickly if they want to escape.  And those who are chasing them will naturally fly very quickly.

    If he could think of this, then these two monks must have thought about it in the same way.  Those who were chasing them must have thought that the two monks would run fast, so they must have chased them very quickly.  So the two monks ran away quickly and walked slowly as they were now.  This is done to avoid pursuit.

    Fang Henshui thought he had guessed it right, but in fact he did.

    What he didn¡¯t understand was, why did the two monks take him with them?

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    By nightfall, Fang Henshui finally vaguely understood his usefulness.

    Since these two monks decided not to escape in a hurry but to walk slowly, they needed someone to beg for water, find food and explore the way for them.  The two of them cannot show up, and I am their tool.

    "Look for water"

    After stopping in a forest, the young monk gave a cold command and sat down to rest.  Fang Henshui's shoulders and legs hurt a lot, and his feet, which had blood blisters, hurt even more.  But he knew that if he hesitated, that guy would definitely come up with some means to torture him.

    So he didn¡¯t hesitate, immediately turned around and picked up the water bag to find the source of water.

    "If you try to escape again, I will cut the flesh on your body. Cut off the flesh and tie you with wound medicine. Keep cutting and applying it to ensure that you will not die before only the bones are left. You can die even if you want to.  Can't die."

    The young monk said something coldly, then sat on the stone and closed his eyes to rest.

    Fang Henshui cursed in a low voice and couldn't help but shudder as he imagined the scene of his flesh being cut.  He heard that people from the Buddhist sect preached compassion, and now he realized that this was all a lie.

    "Why wait until he wants to escape before cutting his flesh?"

    At this time, the old monk suddenly opened his eyes and said in a gentle tone: "Only if you cut the flesh, he will really not run away. If you don't feel the pain, you don't know how terrible the pain is. Sui people don't have awe in their hearts, then you  He should know what awe is.¡±

    The young monk was startled, then leaned over and said, "Disciple, I understand."

    At this moment, Fang Henshui felt that his heart had stopped.  Thenhe turned and ran.  But there is no point in running.

    PS: If you forget whose friend Fang Henshui is, you can go back and read Chapter 4.  This foreshadowing has only come up now, and it has indeed been a long time.
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