The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 3 A tough life needs no explanation

"Lao Deng, I'm not a man bragging to you!"

"At that time, the man used the Black Tiger Heart-Drilling Move on the left and the Divine Dragon Tail-Swinging Move on the right, hitting the eyes, ears, nose, throat, and tongue above, and the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys below. The female ghost rolled on the ground like she was dead..."

In the lobby of the Qinghe Gang at Guangji Bridge, Wang Wen was beaming with joy and smugness, telling his adoptive father and top boss about his heroic act of beating up women and children while drunk last night.

In the lobby, Qinghe Gang leader Huang Xingde held a tea bowl, his face full of pain as he looked down at his adopted son and head horseman, who was spitting profusely. From the moment the jerk said, "I'm not bragging to you," he knew he was about to start bragging again...

Although he is over the age of knowing his destiny, Huang Xingde, who has been practicing martial arts since childhood and still keeps his fists in his hands, still does not look much old. Even though he is wearing a loose hemp robe at this moment, his arms, which are thicker than ordinary people's thighs, still give off a fierce momentum as if he may suddenly jump up and swing a knife to chop people at any time. In the Qinghe Gang, from Baizhishan and Xiangzhu to Caoxie, the errand boy and the youngest, who is not respectful and honest when seeing him?

Only this bastard dares to be disrespectful to him.

But he had no way to deal with this bastard.

This was probably because he and Wang Erhu's biological father, Wang Qiang, were not only sworn brothers since childhood, but also Wang Qiang died while protecting Huang Xingde from breaking out. In addition, this bastard grew up by his side since childhood and had been beaten up by him a long time ago, so he was not afraid of him at all!

Plus, he has no children, and he's still counting on this idiot to carry a banner for him a hundred years from now...

What can he do with this bastard?
"Erhu..."

Huang Xingde finally interrupted his adopted son's incessant chatter out of impatience and opened his mouth to scold the idiot. He said that he had developed hysteria from visiting brothels!
Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, Wang Wen in the hall glared at him and said, "Old Deng, I have a name. My surname is Wang and my name is Wen. Please don't call me that."

Huang Xingde was so angry that he laughed: "Your name is Wang Wen? How come I don't know? You dare to change the name given by your parents? Aren't you afraid that your father will jump out of his grave and beat you to death, you unfilial son?"

"Who said I was unfilial?"

Wang Wen raised his head and said confidently, "My father gave me this name. He said it should be a humble name so that I can be raised easily. When I grow up, I can use my real name. So, I'm called Wang Wen!"

Huang Xingde laughed and scolded with a mixture of laughter and tears: "Your father was just calling you a name to scold you, and you took it seriously?"

Wang Wen stiffened his neck and said, "I don't care. From now on, I'll be called Wang Wen. If anyone dares to give me a nickname again, don't blame me for getting angry!"

Huang Xingde saw that he was so confident in his words, and he began to doubt whether this was really the arrangement that had been made for his sworn brothers back then.

But he tried to recall for a long time, but he couldn't remember it... Back then, when this bastard was not even a month old, his short-lived father brought him to his house and insisted on recognizing him as his godfather. If such a thing happened, his father would not have never mentioned it once.

Thinking about how I often hear from my subordinates recently that this bastard has changed his ways, no longer fights or stirs up trouble, but instead learns to read and write like the scholars, I suddenly start to wonder if this bastard is going to be up to something fickle again?
The Wang and Huang families have been disciples of the Cao Gang for three generations. Why would they choose to study instead of joining the Cao Gang? Aren't they afraid of being struck by lightning?

"I'm talking to Erhu..."

Huang Xingde spoke earnestly, and Wang Wen, who was sitting in the hall, was about to correct him, but he waved his hand and interrupted him: "Listen to your father, don't waste your time and energy on studying. You are not cut out for it. If you practice martial arts well and kill people, you can still make a name for yourself and bring honor to your family!"

"I do not!"

Wang Wen refused without hesitation: "My name is Wang Wen!"

His name was the only thing that belonged to him.

If he keeps calling me Wang Erhu, he will really become that stupid person...

"What a jerk..."

Huang Xingde was so angry at his stubborn attitude that he slapped the armrest of the chair and stood up to give Wang Wen another wonderful childhood.

Wang Wen stood there, his neck stiff as he watched him come over with his sleeves rolled up, neither running away nor admitting defeat.

Just as the scene of a brawl between a loving father and a filial son was about to unfold, a capable man suddenly stepped in: "Report..."

The father and son, both with beards puffing and eyes glaring, turned their heads and looked at the capable man who was walking in quickly.

The gang member entered the hall and stood still, clasping his fists and greeting the two men: "Uncle, Brother Tiger!"

Huang Xingde: "Tsk..."

Wang Wen: …

Faced with Huang Xingde's sudden laughter and Wang Wen glaring at him, Huang Xingde's close associate muttered in confusion: "This Wang Lao Hu, how come he can't tell good from bad?"

Wang Wen knew this guy was trying to help him out, but he was still so angry that he stepped forward and kicked him: "What are you standing there for? Are you watching the show? Talk about something!"

"oh oh……"

The capable man reacted and quickly said, "Sir, the respected Lord Zhao sent a letter inviting you to a banquet at his mansion tonight!"

The father and son both frowned when they heard this.

If the cat invites the mouse to dinner, can anything good come of it?

Huang Xingde placed the tea bowl he had just picked up back on the table, frowned and pondered for a moment before asking softly, "Did you invite only our family?"

The capable man thought for a moment and replied, "They said they also invited the Sanhe Gang."

The father and son both relaxed their frowns at the same time, knowing that this time, the reason why Governor Zhao invited them over was probably not about their Qinghe Gang, but about the Cao Gang.

The Qinghe Gang and the Sanhe Gang are called gangs, but in reality they are just branches of the Cao Gang.

The Cao Gang was born out of canal transportation, and its tentacles spread across the country along with canal transportation. It can be said that the Cao Gang can be seen in almost every dock and city where there are canal workers.

The number of people and the power of the gang far surpass those of the Beggars' Gang, which is known as "the biggest gang in the world"!

If such a large folk association were to parade around like the Beggars' Gang, it would undoubtedly arouse suspicion and suppression from the imperial court.

Therefore, the founder of the Cao Gang dispersed the Cao Gang at the beginning of its establishment, allowing the halls in various places to form independent gangs and develop independently, and only communicate secretly with each other through contacts and seals, making a fortune in silence.

However, as the saying goes, there is no wall that is impenetrable. No matter how tight the organizational structure is, it cannot prevent the spread of gossip and the unrest of people's hearts.

Today, the organizational structure of the Cao Gang has become like the emperor's new clothes in the eyes of people all over the world.

For example, in Yangzhou City, even the uncles and aunts setting up stalls know that their Qinghe Gang is a branch of the Cao Gang.

However, the Cao Gang was born out of the Zhou Dynasty's national policy of transporting grain from the south to the north, and was inherently dependent on the towering tree of government. After two hundred years of wild growth, the Cao Gang has woven a large, intricate and layered network of connections to protect itself.

It can be said that as long as the Cao Gang is not stupid enough to raise the flag of rebellion, then even the powerful princes and ministers will not be able to shake the foundation of the Cao Gang!
Of course, there is no large-scale crackdown and cleanup, but small-scale criticism and reprimands are bound to be common.

The Cao Gang are usually very considerate and generous in donating money... The people don't fight with the officials, and harmony brings wealth!

This is why Huang Xingde and Wang Wen, father and son, frowned reflexively when they heard that Yangzhou prefect Zhao Yiming was going to treat their Qinghe Gang to dinner and drinks, but relaxed their brows when they heard that the Sanhe Gang was also invited.

If they only invited Qinghetang, then there is no need to guess, it must be that the prefect Zhao Yiming is short of money again, and he found some excuse to call them over and extort money from them.

But since they even invited Sanhetang, it means that the government really has something that requires their Cao Gang to run around.

Using one stick to blackmail the two branches of the Cao Gang?

Unless Zhao Yiming no longer intends to benefit his hometown in Yangzhou!
"Erhu, go back and clean up."

Huang Xingde picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, then said casually, "Come with me to Zhao's house for a drink tonight." Wang Wen tilted his head back and counted the beams carefully without saying a word.

Huang Xingde frowned and scolded, "I'm talking to you, are you deaf?"

Wang Wen lowered his head and scratched his ear with his thumb: "Are you talking to me?"

"Bastard!"

Huang Xingde slammed the tea bowl onto the table, splashing the tea everywhere. "Even if I'm not your uncle, I'm still your father. How can you talk to your father like that?"

Wang Wen remained calm and said, "My name is Wang Wen! Wang as in princely, Wen as in cultured!"

"Pull a few times and pour it!"

Huang Xingde suddenly laughed out loud again: "Why don't you go out and ask around and see how famous your name 'Wang Lao Hu' is outside? Have you ever heard of anyone getting their real name or nickname wrong?"

"laugh……"

The capable man next to him couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Wang Wen couldn't hold it in anymore and shouted angrily, "What are you laughing at? I'm asking you, what are you laughing at?"

The capable man blushed and said, "Brother Hu, my sow gave birth and I couldn't help myself..."

puff.

A knife stabbed Wang Wen in the chest. He turned around in anger and strode out of the hall: "I'm too lazy to argue with you!"

Huang Xingde shouted at his back: "Don't forget to go out for a drink with me tonight!"

Wang Wen's voice echoed back into the hall: "The dog is going..."

Huang Xingde laughed and scolded, "You ungrateful bastard!"

……

Wang Wen ran back to his small courtyard in the back hall in anger.

As soon as he pushed open the gate, he heard snoring coming from the inner room.

"I'm sorry..."

He crossed the courtyard in two steps and kicked the door open: "You are so young, how can you sleep?"

In the small bedroom, a group of idlers led by Xu Ergou were lying in a mess on his bed, table and bench.

Of course, these losers all have their own homes, but they usually would rather sleep on the floor at his place than go home, and today is no exception.

Wang Wendu admired these carefree idiots. They had just encountered a ghost last night, but they turned around and acted as if nothing had happened. They ate and slept as usual, and no one took it seriously.

Shouldn't your world view collapse and you doubt your life?

Shouldn't you be like an ant on the hot pan, looking for a fortune teller, a Taoist priest or a monk everywhere, so as to get yourself some protective talismans or magical instruments?
He is really uneducated and is not afraid of anything!
Inside the room, no one moved when they heard his roar, except Xu Ergou, who was lying on his bed and scratched his butt and turned over.

Wang Wen was so angry that he stepped forward and kicked the guy on the butt: "Get in there and make room for me!"

Xu Ergou squeezed in as hard as a maggot, and then there was no movement again.

Wang Wen took off his shoes and lay down on the bed. He let out a long breath and had an idea.

The next second, the Yinchaling, shining with a faint golden light, appeared in the center of his vision again.

He stared at the Yin Cha Ling intently, feeling that his miserable life was starting to become a little melodramatic!
When he first traveled to the Great Zhou and discovered that this Great Zhou was the Chai Zhou that was supposed to have been usurped by the unethical Zhao family, he still dreamed of inventing soap, making glass, and successfully reaching the pinnacle of his life.

Later, he developed a hidden power that sometimes worked and sometimes didn't, and he thought he was about to embark on a tough life of traveling the world with a sword, riding a horse, and taking revenge.

Now not only did ghosts appear, but he also inexplicably had a "Ghost Messenger Order" on his body, something that was neither scientific nor martial arts...

This is definitely the rhythm of transitioning from martial arts to fairy tales!
"Why do I feel like I'm being arranged by someone?"

An inexplicable idea popped up in Wang Wen's mind, but he quickly erased the idea.

Given his miserable life in his previous life, who would be so important as to arrange such things for him?
Is he worthy?
Therefore, there was only one truth: he must have made a big mistake on his way to the underworld to be reincarnated, snatched the badge of some unlucky ghost messenger, and fled here...

Well, although he didn't remember anything, not even a hint of it.

But it’s definitely true!

Sure enough, a tough life needs no explanation!
Wang Wen, no longer hesitant, casually pressed the golden "+" sign behind the Black Tiger Fist with his mind.

"Come on, Yinchaling!"

"Let me see your limits!"

At the moment when the "+" sign sank with his thought, countless images suddenly flooded into his mind.

Every picture shows his current appearance!

He wore all kinds of training clothes and stood in the center of all kinds of scenes, sometimes in the daytime, sometimes at night, sometimes in the wind, sometimes in the rain, sometimes in the woods, sometimes under a waterfall... Over and over again, he performed the "Black Tiger Fist" that he had performed hundreds of times!
The endless images that flashed through his mind at that moment were as if he had really practiced this set of boxing techniques thousands and tens of thousands of times during the coldest days of winter and hottest days of summer, and had comprehended a great deal of essence from it!

At the same time, a scorching heat burst out from his lower abdomen, and within a blink of an eye, it flowed into his limbs and bones...

Very magical changes.

But all of this was within Wang Wen's expectations!

He has read thousands of online novels and is familiar with all the styles and routines of the adventure style, system style, portable grandfather style, etc.!
This change...

He said softly, as steady as an old dog, "It's just a small scene!"

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly there was a loud “bang” in the house!

The sound was muffled and loud, like the sound of a cannon blasting a mountain. Even the roof was shaken and a lot of dust fell down.

The idlers sleeping in the room all felt a warm breeze blowing on them...

The next second, a horrible stench, as if someone had stuffed a spoiled durian into a microwave and heated it for ten minutes, exploded in the not-so-spacious bedroom!

The sleeping idlers woke up in an instant, covered their mouths and noses in fear, and rushed out of the house in panic.

Wang Wen, mingling in the crowd, shouted angrily, his face flushed with anger: "Who is it? Which scoundrel with no sense of public morality farted in the house?"

Everyone looked at him.

(End of this chapter)