Their Lucky Star Was Transmigrated!

It was the night when the prefect of Xiangyi Prefecture was attacked.

Eighteen Heiqi rushed to the big prison at night, rescued the two important criminals held in the big guys, and released the other prisoners in the big guys.

The prefect Shen Wansheng arranged in time to capture half of the prisoners released from the prison, and the rest were killed on the spot.

However, the two key criminals detained in the prison are missing.

Shen Wansheng wrote the memorial overnight, and hurried eight hundred miles to the capital.

"Well, the corpses are all burned, and the ashes are all raised!"

After Shen Wansheng stabilized the order of the city, he let people dispose of the bodies of Xu Yuanzun and the old steward of Xu's house together with the bodies of those condemned inmates who were killed.

Destroy the bones!

As Shen Wansheng said, he has never been a good person.

Shen Wansheng, who has read thousands of books and traveled thousands of miles, has long understood a truth, no matter what the world is, good people always suffer.

In the territory of the Tang Dynasty, although it cannot be said to be a gold belt of murder and arson, there are no corpses in roads and bridges. But in the place, the life of good people is really a bit sad.

Therefore, Shen Wansheng's positioning for himself is not to be a good person.

He is not evil, and does what he can, but will still do good and accumulate virtue for the benefit of the people.

But if anyone wants to target him, he will inevitably meet his fiercest counterattack.

Xu Yuanzun, perhaps really a stupid person, perhaps a scheming ghost pretending to be a pig and a tiger, Shen Wancheng is not in the mood to guess.

To deal with this potential threat, he has always hurriedly solved the problem directly and fundamentally.

People are dead, no matter what the trouble is, it will no longer be trouble in the end.

...

Father Xu didn't know that the threats against him had been temporarily cut off from the root by his second brother of worship. He was training his three sons at the moment.

"The third child, what are your legs shaking?"

"Stand firmly for me, haven't you eaten?"

"Boss, raise your gun, middle-level gun, middle-level gun, how did I teach you?"

"You two are very smart, why are you stupid than your second child at this time?"

"Father, did you call me just now?"

Older Xu, who was focused on gun training, vaguely heard his father calling himself, and immediately turned his head to look over.

Mr. Xu glared at him, and said, "Concentrate on gun training. You are holding a gun, not a fire stick!"

"You have to use thorns, picks, and sweeps, not smashed ones!"

"Smash, smash, smash, what gun do you use, go with a stick!"

...

The irritable old man Xu really hates that iron cannot be made of steel, and he wants to remake all his three sons.

Fu Bao was sitting on a mat not far away, watching his father train her three brothers intently. Whenever he saw a wonderful move, Fubao waved his hand decently.

At the moment, Fubao really has a gun in his hand, made of withered corn stalks.

Fu Bao took the corn tangerines and awkwardly learned the peerless magic of his father.

Not far away, Uncle Lu was looking at Fubao with a smile.

Uncle Lu, who had received Zuoqiu's letter, became a member of the old Xu family after occupying a game with Mr. Xu, and he was the master of Mr. Xu.

That's right, Mr. Xu, who claims to be outstanding in martial arts, was rubbed against the ground by Uncle Lu.

After confirming that he could not beat Uncle Lu at all, Mr. Xu was shamelessly accepting his head and worshiped, asking Uncle Lu as his teacher.

In order to achieve the goal of worshiping Uncle Lu as a teacher, Laozi Xu really has no lower limit, and he also pulled the three older brothers Xu up and asked the three brothers to call Uncle Lu as the teacher.

Uncle Lu seemed to have been defeated by Father Xu's cheeky, and in the end he could only accept a large number of disciples of his age, well, he was only a named disciple.

However, Fu Bao was accepted as an apprentice by Uncle Lu and became his approved apprentice.

This made Mr. Xu a little skeptical of life. A martial artist like him, a master of creating marksmanship, could not be seen by his master. On the contrary, it was his family treasure that was actually scorned.

Fu Bao originally had doubts about Uncle Lu's skill, but after Uncle Lu casually showed off his ability to pick leaves and wear stones, Fu Bao recognized the master.

Picking leaves and wearing stones, isn't this the way in martial arts novels that flying leaves pick flowers to take human lives?

Fortunately, she had always thought that this world was just a low martial arts world, and after a long time of trouble, it might be a Chinese martial arts world or a high martial arts world.

As for cultivating immortals, Fubao felt that this possibility was basically zero.

If there is a fairy, then her old turtle and giant mussel must be fine, how could they be caught by her brothers?

Unfortunately, Fu Bao didn't dare to ask Uncle Lu too much about martial arts.

She is a little doll, and she is already a child prodigy. If he acted more mysteriously, he might be targeted.

Therefore, we must be cautious. You will be a little doll for two years first, and then you will be able to ask questions when you grow up and can practice.

When Father Xu finished training his three sons, it was his turn to be trained.

Uncle Lu didn't teach Old Man Xu's moves. According to Uncle Lu, Old Mr. Xu's moves were already very delicate, and he was only a little bit savvy from the clumsy and clumsy realm.

And this step can only rely on personal comprehension.

What Uncle Lu teaches Father Xu is the breathing method, which can also be called the tuna method.

In the words of Uncle Lu, this is the Taoist method of longevity.

But in Fubao's view, he always felt that what Lu Shu taught her father was the legendary inner strength.

Internal strength, in martial arts novels, is a very magical thing.

For example, in the Legend of the Eagle-Shooting Heroes, the hero Guo Jingguo, the great hero, was like the second fool at first, learning kung fu from the Jiangnan Seven Monsters, and never made much progress.

When he was later taught the Quanzhen Sect's inner strength and mental method, it really took off.

Therefore, when Uncle Lu taught her father's breathing method, Fubao listened attentively. When no one paid attention to her, she would behave like that.

After a few days, Fubao was pleasantly surprised to find that he could climb, and he could climb very fast.

"This is my great accomplishment!"

Fu Bao felt that he could be called Heifer flying by plane now.

After discovering that he could run everywhere, Fubao did not run around like ordinary children, but still cleverly watched his brothers being trained on the mat every day.

...

Day by day, it still hasn't rained.

The flow of Taohua River is almost broken.

The big fish in the river can't hide, one after another they become people's belly Chinese food.

Because wells were drilled in every village, even though it was drought, the people could still persist.

The crops in the field, except for the more drought-tolerant sweet potatoes, are basically dead.

At exactly this time, a government official in the county came down to announce that this year's dragon boat race would be held as usual.

All participating villages, each village and household will receive two hundred catties of millet.