Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 141: Unrivaled Family in the World (fourth update, please give me a monthly ticket)
Wu Zhi poured wine for his master and asked anxiously, "Which family is the other one from?"

The old yamen runner took a sip of wine slowly and said, "You know this family too."

“Everyone in the world knows this family.”

"You hear this at least seventeen or eighteen times a day!"

Wu Zhi thought for a long time and said decisively: "Absolutely not!"

"If I've heard of it, how could I not have an impression of it?"

"I'm afraid there isn't a family in this world that everyone knows about."

"It's absolutely impossible for me. I hear about them seventeen or eighteen times every day."

The old yamen runner took a sip and said calmly, "If this world were a book, every reader would know about their family from the very first chapter, even if they haven't even appeared yet. By the time they've reached over a hundred chapters, there would be at least tens of thousands of people discussing them, even if they haven't done anything yet. Even if they don't do anything, their existence wouldn't be ignored..."

He took a look, completely believing himself to be the apprentice of the "old liar", and said: "They are..."

"The Emperor..."

"Zhang family!"

"They are not only the most powerful family in the martial arts world!"

"It is also the largest family in the world."

"Infinite wealth and power, unparalleled martial arts inherited from my family, and I can dominate the world..."

Wu Zhi was completely stunned. He had never imagined that there really was such a family in the world as his master had described. Moreover, he actually knew about it himself. Everyone in the world knew about it. He heard about it seventeen or eighteen times every day...

Well, more than seventeen or eighteen times, every time he was on official business in the yamen, there was a sentence on every document he came across that was completely nonsense, but it was a thing that highlighted the emperor's grace, and it was always on the first line of the document.

The old yamen runner looked dejected.

Wu Zhi saw that her master was not happy, so she could not help but say, "I will also create a noble family in the future and worship you as the founder. I will call it..."

The old yamen runner said calmly: "That's not necessary, I have founded a noble family."

Wu Zhi was stunned for a moment and asked, "Have you ever founded a noble family?" He was almost unconvinced. If his master was really from a noble family, why would he come to Chongyang City to be an unsuccessful old yamen runner?
The old yamen runner said sadly: "Yes!"

Wu Zhi asked, "What kind of family did you create?"

The old yamen runner pursed his lips and said, "The one you caught today."

Wu Zhi was shocked and cried out, "Demon-slaying the Hu family?"

"how come?"

"That……"

"I can't let him go either. He did commit a crime."

The old yamen runner chuckled and said, "You are really a good detective."

"If you don't want to let me go, then don't let me go! I don't intend to plead for the Hu family."

Wu Zhi thought for a moment and asked cautiously, "Are you really a member of the Hu family?"

The old yamen runner said self-deprecatingly: "Not only that, I am also the ancestor of the Hu family."

Wu Zhi asked in confusion, "Then why didn't you save them? Aren't they your descendants?"

The old yamen runner became more and more melancholy. After a long while, he whispered, "When I was young, I met a guy named Feng."

"On the first day he met me, he introduced himself: My last name is Feng, which means wind that stirs up waves."

Wu Zhi was puzzled as to why the topic had brought up a man named Feng again. She listened patiently. The old yamen runner gulped down his wine and quickly poured another bowl for his master.

The old yamen runner held up his wine bowl and said, "One day, that bastard surnamed Feng ran up to me excitedly and said, 'Old Hu! I discovered that among your seven or eight sons, some may not be your biological children.'"

Wu Zhi couldn't help but mutter in a low voice: "You were really fertile when you were young, even if they weren't all your own children..."

The old yamen runner slammed the table in anger and shouted, "I called that bastard Feng a jerk, saying he was talking nonsense."

"Later, I found out he was really wrong."

"It's not that some of the seven or eight aren't..."

“None of them.”

Wu Zhi couldn't help but sighed: "Oh, oh, you are too miserable."

He suddenly understood a little bit why his master, who was obviously a martial arts master, had withdrawn into Chongyang City and was content to be an old yamen runner. Apart from drinking, he was indifferent to everything in the world. Although he taught him martial arts, he never mentioned anything about the world to him.

Wu Zhi's understanding of the martial arts world is not as good as Sun Yanwan's.

Sun Yanwan doesn't care about what's happening in the underworld, but it's not because no one has told him.

The old yamen runner sighed and said, "That bastard named Feng got so excited when he heard about this that he said he would announce it to the world and help me punish the adulterer and the whore..."

Although Wu Zhi felt that this person seemed to be a very friendly person, she also felt that this person was very despicable and was not a serious friend.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "It's not easy to announce this kind of thing to the world, right?"

The old yamen runner said, "Although that bastard named Feng is unreliable, he really didn't say anything because I didn't let him."

"Later, I couldn't hold it in any longer, so I secretly leaked the news to an enemy named Miao. He got to know about it and spread it everywhere."

"I found the Miao family, killed a few of them, and then hid here..."

"I don't want to know what happened afterwards."

Wu Zhi was silent for a long time, then whispered, "Master, you seem to have made a big decision!"

The old yamen runner chuckled, drank, and said nothing more...

A few days later, Sun Yanwan looked out with great interest at the big northern store where he once worked as a waiter.

About a year had passed, and the climate was different from when he left. Winter was approaching, but it was not bitterly cold, just a slight chill. Therefore, there were many customers coming and going in front of this large northern store, and it was the best business time of the year.

Sun Yanwan didn't come back to reminisce about the place where she had fought.

He remembered that he had hidden a bag of silver before leaving that day. Now that he was revisiting his hometown, he felt a bit like a child again.

He waited patiently until dark, when there was no one in front of the store. Then, very ceremoniously, he poured some clean water from the water bag he carried with him, washed his hands, picked up a newly bought shovel, and headed straight for the big tree in his memory!
Sun Yanwan dug for a while. The hole on the ground was big enough to bury a person, but there was not a single copper coin. He felt a little unhappy and changed to another big tree to dig. After more than an hour, he had dug every big tree in front of this big northern store. There were big holes everywhere, and each hole was big enough to bury a person.

However, there was still no trace of the silver and money he had hidden. Sun Yanwan recalled that day and was sure that his memory was absolutely correct. He must have hidden the silver and money here.

Since they have been digging for so long and still haven't found anything, the most unimaginable thing must have happened.

"Damn it! Where's my money?"

"Where is my huge pile of silver and copper coins?"

"There must be some bastard who stole my money. That was the first pot of gold I made after traveling through time!"

"It's very memorable..."

(End of this chapter)