Chapter Eighteen: The Wicked Man

  (The second week of rushing to the top has begun, and this week there is a push for pants, although it's not very powerful, but last week's bare body rushed into the top three. This week should be able to take another step forward on the hundred-foot pole - of course, the right to decide is in your hands, one click, one vote, all represent support and help for Chatou - there is support, there is motivation, there are updates!)

  The north wind howled, and suddenly there were white snowflakes falling - this snowfall couldn't wait until evening to fall.

  Snowflakes fell on Chen Jianchen's face, icy and cold, but his heart was even colder.

  "A San, you dare to offend me, aren't you afraid of being cangue for thirty days?"

  Chen Jianchen suddenly turned his head, raised an eyebrow, and shouted loudly, with a full voice, as if he had struck a thunderbolt out of thin air. In the Tian Tong dynasty, scholars were considered to be people with honors and titles, even if they were only at the lowest level of the privileged class, but for ordinary civilians, they were still high above. Moreover, the imperial court had laws that stipulated that commoners who offended scholars would be punished with thirty days of wearing a cangue.

  The so-called "cangue", is that the prisoner wears a wooden cangue, which surrounds his neck and then surrounds both hands, and then kneels outside the official gate to show off. The wooden cangue on the head often weighs 30-40 kilograms, and if worn for a long time, the neck will be pressed down and cannot be lifted up. If the time is too long, it can even crush people to death.

  Chen Jianchen took advantage of this point and first gave his opponent a blow, seeing if he would retreat in the face of difficulty.

  He was taken aback by his words, and Ah San, who was standing behind him, suddenly stopped in his tracks, his face changing expression; after a moment's hesitation, he gritted his teeth and said with a ferocious look: "If I kill you, who would know it was me?"

  As soon as these words came out, Chen Jianchen knew that this matter was irreversible and said sternly: "How dare you!"

  Ah San drew an arrow on the bowstring, but he was beyond caring now. He let out a loud roar and charged forward with a half-foot long dagger in his hand.

  He was also under the influence of alcohol, and his evil intentions were stirred up. He wanted to take advantage of the fact that no one was around, get rid of Chen Jianchen, and then drag his body into the nearby forest to be eaten by tigers and wolves. This way, no one would know it was him who did it. With a reputation for being ruthless and having a violent temper, how could he let this opportunity slip away?

  As he rushed over, Chen Jianchen remained calm and composed. In the brief moment when there was no time to spare, he suddenly dodged and countered with a backhand slap.

  Bang!

  Without bias or hesitation, a swift and powerful slap landed on Ah San's cheek.

  Pfft!

  A San stumbled, seeing stars, and felt half of his face go numb. Compared to the numbness on his face, his heart was shocked beyond measure - wasn't Chen Jianchen a weak and feeble scholar with no strength to bind a chicken? Why could he react so swiftly and vigorously, with such powerful force, like a martial artist?!

  Chen Jianchen didn't give him another chance to catch his breath, taking a swift step forward and kicking out with his foot, striking Ah San's chest - this kick was one that even the body he had trained for many years in his past life couldn't have executed so beautifully!

  Ah San let out a mournful cry, the dagger in his hand fell to the ground, and he flew horizontally, crashing into the distance of several feet. He only felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, splashing onto the thin layer of snow, shocking and terrifying to behold.

  This kick sent his ferocity flying to the ninth cloud, struggling to get up, knocking his head loudly: "Lord Chen spare my life, I was blind to Mount Tai, please Lord Chen spare my life!"

  Chen Jianchen let out a cold snort, feeling greatly relieved. He remembered that a long time ago, in another space-time, he had read a fable about a temple with a ditch in front of it. One day, someone passed by and saw that the ditch was too wide to cross, so they took the idol from inside the temple and laid it across the ditch as a bridge, then strode away.

  Later, another person came over and sighed, saying: "How can you be so disrespectful to the gods?!" He quickly picked up the statue, carefully wiped it clean with his sleeve, and put it back on the altar in the temple. After that, he bowed respectfully and left.

  After he left, the little ghosts in the temple said to the king: "How dare he! Do you want to bring disaster and punishment upon that guy?"

  The king replied: "Of course! Let's give that guy some trouble later."

  The little ghost was very surprised: "Shouldn't it be the one in front who is punished? This person behind you is being extremely respectful to you!"

  The big king said: "The one in front is a bad guy, what can we do with him? It's much easier to deal with the one behind."

  From this we can see that ghosts and gods also bully the weak and fear the strong, let alone ordinary people?

  Chen Jianchen was in a hurry to get home and didn't have the heart to bother with Ah San seeing the official, believing that after this time, the other party would not dare to play any more tricks. He coldly said: "Ah San, you'd better be good."

  Having said that, he turned and left with a flick of his sleeve.

  Waiting for him to walk far away, Ah San dared to grope and sit up, only feeling severe chest pain, not knowing if the bones were broken or not. In the cold and frozen ground, his forehead was actually sweating cold sweat, secretly cursing his bad luck: As the saying goes, a scholar encounters a soldier, with reason that cannot be explained clearly. This Chen Da scholar is good, directly using fists and feet to make the reason clear and clear in two moves.

  Is this still the scholar? Alas, he can't be provoked by himself...

  Ah San spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, but in his mind, a huge question kept lingering: he had never heard that Chen Jianchen possessed martial arts skills before, was there some kind of secret... Alas, whatever, just stay far away from him in the future, and it's also because he himself was blinded by greed, daring to lay hands on him, what a hassle.

  He shook his head, just about to leave, when he suddenly heard a rough and urgent gasping sound coming from behind him. He was greatly startled, turned around, and almost let out a scream.

  It turned out that at some point, a huge wolf with a shiny black coat had silently appeared three feet behind him.

  This wolf has a robust build, its fur is as black as ink, its ears are long and pointed, a pair of big eyes reveal fierce light, its mouth opens wide, instantly revealing a full set of sharp and interlocking fangs.

  "Get out, you beast!"

  Ah San was startled and hastily picked up a small stone from the ground and threw it over, then hurriedly crawled to find the fallen dagger.

  Ouch!

  The stone he threw missed and didn't hit the black wolf's fur, the black wolf let out a low growl, suddenly pounced forward, and knocked Ah San down in an instant.

  Ah San was originally quite strong and robust, but with his current injuries, his strength and agility were greatly reduced. He was pinned down by the giant wolf and couldn't struggle free. His heart filled with fear, he shouted for help. However, Chen Jian had already walked far away, and there wasn't a second person around to rescue him.

  Pfft!

  In the chaos, the black wolf found an opening and bit down on Ah San's chest, its sharp teeth piercing his heart. A wave of indescribable pain washed over him, and Ah San instantly lost all strength to struggle, his limbs going limp, his eyes growing dim... He never could have imagined that he would meet his end under the wolf's kiss...

  Oh no!

  The sky was overcast, and the snowflakes danced in the air. Suddenly, a giant wolf stood up on its hind legs, let out a loud howl towards the sky, and fresh blood dripped from its sharp teeth, looking extremely terrifying.

  After howling, the black wolf stood up on its hind legs and walked away with a human-like gait towards the direction of Maple Mountain. Behind it, a corpse lay motionless on the ground, its chest cavity open and heart devoured, as snowflakes gently covered it.

  The snow is falling heavily now...