My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 1: Fate is so unpredictable
Zeng Anmin had saved over 100 million yuan at the age of 30 and retired early to prepare for his retirement.

A two-story villa of 300 square meters with a huge crystal chandelier.

And my sister who wakes up with me but is different every day...

The corners of his mouth are always upturned.

……

But after waking up again, the corners of his mouth that were about to curl up froze.

Zeng Anmin tried hard to blink, but still couldn't change the scene in front of him.

The scent of sandalwood wafts through the air, and the sound of stringed instruments disturbs the ears.

All the furnishings in the house are antique.

"Crossing?"

Zeng Anmin's eyes were dull, and he murmured:

"I finally made it to the bourgeoisie, and I'm only halfway through my life..."

"I haven't even started playing the Dark Horse game I just downloaded yet, and it's already become a real horse game?!!"

But then, a strange yet familiar memory in his mind made him shut up.

"The Holy Dynasty has lasted for 600 years... physical cultivation, Taoist cultivation, Confucian cultivation, Buddhist cultivation..."

"Is my father a big shot in the Confucian cultivation realm? Or a local leader? The legendary governor?"

"I am a second-generation rich man who is obsessed with money and extravagance, corrupts morals, and lives a carefree life?!"

Zeng Anmin's mouth slowly drew a surprising arc:

"That's okay."

In the previous life, I was a successful person with high literary literacy.

He understood one thing very well.

Children from wealthy families may not necessarily behave recklessly.

But you have the power to do it!

Especially in this feudal society.

Zeng Anmin marveled at the various luxurious and gorgeous decorations in his room.

Several idioms suddenly popped up in his mind:
The marquis served jade food, painted eggs and carved firewood, and used ivory chopsticks and jade cups.

"No, Zeng Anmin, how could you be so depraved?"

"This decadent feudal society is more worthy of your criticism with your great personality!"

He took a deep breath and looked straight out the door, extremely serious.

Get ready to take a look at the corruption of this feudal society!
Zeng Anmin imitated the tone of his predecessor, his voice was loud but his eyes were firm:

"Let's start by criticizing that thief and whore first!"

On the first day of the time travel, everything was new to Zeng Anmin.

He was eager to go out into the street and take a look.

The door was pushed open roughly, making an abrupt sound.

"Bang!!"

The exquisitely carved wooden door collided violently with the door frame.

Zeng Anmin felt a little distressed.

Considering the craftsmanship of this wooden door, if it were put in later times, it would cost at least 200,000 yuan.

The most important thing is that this wooden door is a work of art.

An old man with a solemn expression came in from outside the door.

His expression was solemn, and his voice was filled with urgency:

"Master, please leave! The master is in jail!"

The old man was dressed in brocade clothes, walking like a dragon and a tiger, his temples were slightly bulging, and a gleam of light flashed in his cloudy eyes.

Zeng Anmin's mind suddenly emerged with memories of the old man.

Qi Bo, my father’s personal servant, the Zeng family’s most loyal lackey, and a physical cultivator at the Ascension level.

"What did you say?"

Zeng Anmin looked at the old man in astonishment and asked.

Qi Bo flashed over, and his toes just touched the ground lightly without making any sound, and he was already in front of Zeng Anmin.

The speed was so fast that Zeng Anmin couldn't keep up.

Qi Bo grabbed his hand and ran out the door:
"People from the Xuan Jing Division will be coming to the mansion soon!"

"The master has left many hidden tricks in his hometown of Fengjun. We can disguise ourselves and sneak away!"

Zeng Anmin suddenly felt a strong force coming at him and couldn't help but follow Qi Bo.

Just a few words, like a bolt from the blue.

boom! !

Zeng Anmin's expression froze on his face, and he suddenly felt a buzzing in his ears.

The beautiful dream of riding a hawk and following a dog was shattered in an instant before I could have much time to realize it.

As he walked, he stared at Qi Bo and asked in doubt:
"My father is an official appointed by the imperial court. Without the imperial decree of His Majesty, who dares to arrest my father and put him in jail?!"

Although he is just a pseudo-history fan.

But we also know that if it is not a serious matter, how could a high-ranking official be sent to prison without any warning? ?

The lawless one was Yuan Chonghuan, who only dared to execute Mao Wenlong after he had the imperial sword.

Not to mention that my father was not only a scholar, but also one of the few high-ranking Confucian scholars in the Holy Dynasty? !

The reason why the Holy Dynasty and the Demon Race have remained strong after hundreds of frictions is precisely because the Confucianists are extremely restrained towards the Demon Race!

Although Confucian practitioners do not focus on the training of physical strength, but on the battlefield with the demon clan, a few words from a sage can be worth thousands of troops!

"The Imperial Investigation Angel entered the mansion and detained the master in prison on the charge of secretly communicating with the demon clan."

Secretly communicating with the demon clan? !

The Great Sage had been at war with the southern border demons for hundreds of years, and the situation had long been a life-and-death struggle.

This crime alone is enough to execute nine generations of the clan!

He no longer hesitated, picked up the valuables on the table and stuffed them into his arms, ready to run away with the bucket:
"The journey is difficult, Qi Bo, you should also take more precious items."

Having died once, he cherishes life more than anyone else.

Moreover, the backup plan of the frontier officials should be enough for him to live a life of idleness and wait for death. Qi Bo looked at Zeng Anmin's swollen chest, his expression froze.

Shouldn't we be more concerned about the master at this time?
…………

The two of them moved very quickly and soon arrived outside the mansion gate.

Zeng Anmin stopped and looked at the scene in front of him. He no longer had any hope in his heart.

Qi Bo also stopped, his eyes solemn, staring straight ahead.

"According to the Inspector's order, arrest the criminal's family members. If there are outsiders who hinder us, no matter if they are killed or injured!!"

A strong man with full of energy rode a tall horse, looking down from above with a waxy white spear in his hand.

Behind him, a team of about a hundred people in black clothes surrounded the entire Zeng Mansion tightly.

The people on the street instantly turned into birds and beasts and scattered.

The sturdy man's eyes were extremely sharp, and his slanted eyebrows made his eyes look even more fierce.

A tremendous pressure came from him and poured down on Zeng Anmin, who was ten steps away.

"Master Zeng, where are you going?"

The sturdy man seemed to be smiling, and his voice was as loud as a bell.

"Dengdeng~"

Zeng Anmin's heart sank.

The tremendous pressure was pressing down on him and he couldn't move at all.

However, Qi Bo's big hand slowly blocked his waist, so he did not look embarrassed.

He knew this strong man.

Wang Daoyuan is a physical cultivator at the highest level of Xuan Jing Division.

In the words of the previous life, that was a diamond player.

But in front of his father, he is like a dog.

"Da da da~"

Every step forward the warhorse brought with it a hint of repression.

"I'm about to go out and play. Captain Wang, would you like to come with me? Anmin will treat you."

Zeng Anmin pretended to be relaxed and responded to Wang Daolai's words.

It's hard for anyone to accept this kind of hellish beginning when you first travel through time.

"hehe."

Wang Daoyuan tilted his chin with a forced smile:

"I don't have the leisure time for that."

After saying this, he waved his hand coldly:

"Take it!"

Just as two people came out of the team and stepped forward.

Qi Bo, however, stepped forward and blocked Zeng Anmin firmly behind him.

He looked down on others, and his voice was old and powerful. He did not take Wang Daoyuan in front of him seriously at all:

"How dare you, a filthy bastard, fight with the young master?!"

Hearing this, Zeng Anmin's eyes lit up.

Confidence suddenly emerged in my heart.

A physical cultivator who has followed his father for so long must be good!

"Oh, you old dog who doesn't know what's good for him."

Wang Daoyuan chuckled, and just lightly raised the spear in his hand, as if it had no power at all, and slowly handed it towards the two of them.

Qi Bo's eyes were extremely solemn. He flew forward directly, tapped the ground with his toes a few times, and a long whip appeared in his hand.

"Clap~"

After accepting the spear and whip, Qi Bo left quickly and came back quickly.

With a "bang", he lay on the ground, trembling a few times and then a mouthful of blood spurted out.

It also fell on Zeng Anmin's face.

Afterwards, he remained motionless, and no one knew whether he was alive or dead...

Zeng Anmin was stunned.

No, it's not that cool to speak.

He turned out to be a weakling? ?

So why were you pretending to be so arrogant just now?
Before he could say a word, he was surrounded by two big men and tied up in no time.

"Snapped!"

The whip in Wang Daoyuan's hand left a bloody mark on Zeng Anmin's arm.

His eyes were gloomy:
"Don't play dumb and waste time, hurry up!"

Without further ado, two burly men in black came forward and started pulling him.

The huge Zeng Mansion behind him was in complete chaos at this time.

The ferocious and wolf-like red-clothed men from the Xuan Jing Si entered the mansion and started their work.

Countless screams of panic echoed in my ears...

Zeng Anmin said nothing as he was pressed down all the way.

He hasn't recovered from fainting yet.

"Da da da." The sound of horse hooves gradually sounded.

Wang Daoyuan's voice condensed into a thin line and penetrated into Zeng Anmin's ears.

"Kid, there were a lot of people here, so I have to give you some face."

"Master Zeng was framed and imprisoned in the Xuanjing Division."

"The files have been written. We are just waiting to arrest you and make a final judgment!"

Zeng Anmin suddenly raised his head and looked towards Wang Daoyuan.

Wang Daoyuan was riding on his horse, but he was looking forward with a normal expression.

(End of this chapter)