City Marshal

When the night fell, Wen Sheng passed away with a smile.

Although Chutian and Shusheng were a bit sad, they were not too sad, except that both of them were people in the world who had seen more life and death, and more importantly, Wen Sheng was already over 80 years old. Passing away is almost tantamount to mourning, and crying makes people feel sick.

One year ago, Wen Sheng’s funeral would have been grand and luxurious, enjoying the unprecedented glory of the deceased, and walking the last part of the world with glory, but now the Wen family’s withered power is in ruins, even if Chu Tian beats gongs and drums to announce to the world , and no one will come to the funeral.

In addition, Wen Sheng had already passed away in the official documents, so Chu Tian could only send him away quietly.

In the hall of an unremarkable funeral parlor in Hainan, Chu Tian and the scholar knelt beside the mahogany coffin and burned paper money. Watching the colorful paper money turn into ashes in the flames, a flash of life's shortness and impermanence flashed in Chu Tian's heart. Wen Sheng I was afraid that I would leave like this.

Deserted, lonely, sad.

In the last journey of Wen Sheng's life, Chu Tian and the scholar still did not let Wen Ziyan come. The little girl has lost her father, mother, and family. Let her know that even the grandfather who loved her the most has left. That young heart does not know. What do you think, maybe you will close yourself off.

How many people can bear the contrast between a warm life like heaven and coldness in hell within a few months?So Chu Tian sent Wen Ziyan to third uncle's seaside villa, and asked Chen Xiucai to find a few children of the same age to play with, so that Wen Ziyan could temporarily forget Wen Sheng.

The wind blows, and the paper dust rolls lightly.

"Scholar, what are your future plans?"

Chu Tian put a 'gold bar' into the brazier, watched it turn into red and blue flames, and then asked the scholar. The scholar in white sighed for a lifetime, and then put in more than a dozen paper money worth hundreds of millions: "Old man Now that I’m gone, what other plans do I have? I’ve retired to the mountains and forests, but I’m still alive.”

"However, I will fulfill Elder Wen's last wish."

Chu Tian tilted his head slightly, looked at the scholar and asked, "Old Wen still has a last wish?"

The scholar exhaled lightly, nodded and responded, "I should have been protecting Ziyan when she grows up, but there is no need for me to follow her when the young commander takes care of her. I will only go to the capital every three months and take care of myself Pass on all the things to her, so that she can stand out."

A smile flashed across Chu Tian's face, and he took up the topic and said, "You are proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and your swordsmanship is even more unique. If you teach Ziyan personally, I can save a lot of worry; it's just you Why don't you live in Qianlong Garden? Wouldn't it be better to teach by example?"

This is another form of invitation.

The scholar knew what Chu Tian meant, and replied with a light smile: "I think about it too, but since I came out of the rivers and lakes again, my heart has been a little rippling. I need a quiet environment to adjust myself, so wild flowers in the mountains are more suitable for me. , but if the young commander needs me to come out and help."

"Scholars can sell their lives at any time, this is the request of Wen Lao."

It seems that Wen Sheng really gave himself everything, granddaughter, money, political bargaining chips, and the precious life of a scholar. At that moment, Chu Tian patted him on the shoulder and replied sincerely: "You can come to dive at any time. Dragon Garden, that is your second home where you can rest."

"Brother Shuaijun always welcomes you, and the wine in the storage room also welcomes you."

The scholar flashed a smile: "Thank you, Young Marshal, for your kindness."

The heavy and dead atmosphere became warmer in the sincere conversation between the two, and even Wen Sheng on the portrait seemed to be smiling. Just when the two wanted to talk about something more, a funeral home worker came over and spoke respectfully. : "Two, it's time to change clothes for the walker."

This kind of high-quality service attitude is because Chu Tian spent a lot of money.

In the custom of the Celestial Dynasty, before the deceased goes on the road, he changes into clean clothes and tidies up his appearance. In addition to giving the beholder a final and beautiful image, it also means that the deceased will walk happily and cleanly, so that he will not be despised when he arrives in the Land of Ultimate Bliss. Nor will he be underestimated by the God in charge.

Originally, Wen Sheng had to have a beauty treatment and change of clothes as soon as he was sent to the funeral parlor, but neither Chutian nor the scholar wanted to see the beautified appearance. They were very satisfied with Wen Lao's current serenity and indifference, so they asked the staff to change his clothes before cremation. Clothes, they want to spend more time with the unpretentious old man.

But the time still came, Chu Tian could only nod his head: "OK!"

Then he and the scholar walked out of the hall to avoid, handed Wen Sheng the last procedure to the staff, the two walked to a window at the end of the corridor, took a deep breath facing the brightly lit outside, Chutian wanted to touch a cigarette to relieve boredom , but found that there was nothing on him.

"Young Marshal, I will accompany you back to Sichuan tomorrow."

The scholar leaned against the window, and replied in a calm voice: "By the way, I will sweep the tomb for the tablet of the Wen family."

Chu Tian nodded, and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, how is the Wen family?"

Because the situation in the capital has never been clear, Chu Tian did not ask the imprisoned nephew of the Wen family. Now that he thinks of it, he asks the scholar. He believes that the scholar must know the answer. Is your family doing better?"

This is another heavy topic, and the scholar did not hide it after thinking for a while: "No! On the contrary, the experience was even worse. In the past, they were only detained and interrogated without thorough characterization. Yesterday, news came that the people involved in the case have basically been convicted. 13 people will Inject tomorrow..."

Chu Tian opened his mouth: "How could this happen?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he sighed again. This is the so-called political silence. After all, the nephews of the Wen family have already been exposed. He lowered his head and smiled wryly, with helplessness in his eyes.

The scholar didn't speak, just stared at the night sky in a daze.

At this moment, the staff member ran over in a panic, panting and shouted to Chu Tian and the scholar: "You two, it's not good, suddenly a group of big men came, all of them in suits and leather shoes, they rushed They went to the lobby to stop us from changing clothes for beauty treatment, and drove us all out."

Big guy?Suit and leather shoes?

Both Chutian and the scholar couldn't help being stunned. They couldn't imagine who would come to the funeral parlor to make trouble, and what's the fuss about a dead Wen Lao?It's just that the question is the question, the two still showed a murderous look and anger, and moved to the hall where Wen Sheng's body was located.

In just a few seconds, Chutian and the scholar came to the door, but to their slight surprise, there was no one guarding the door, and Chutian didn't think much of it, he reached out to push the door, because although he didn't see anyone guarding, but The ears can still catch slight movements in the hall.

"No entry!"

The place was cold and lonely, yet filled with sadness, suddenly came out with such a violent shout, which made the corners of Chu Tian's mouth twitch, and then saw two people flashing out from the darkness, they stretched out their hands together to stop him and the scholar, their attitudes were haughty, their eyes closed. Deep sunken, with a hooked nose, looking sinister.

"Joke! This is my rented place."

Chu Tian frowned and said, "Why am I not allowed to enter?"

Unexpectedly, the two men looked very serious, and they pushed them over roughly, and one of them shouted in a low voice: "Go away, there are official personnel working inside, no one should disturb you." , but the tone of speech is full of official flavor.

Seeing the hand getting closer and closer to him, Chu Tian frowned.

Hands staggered upwards, twisting each other's wrists.

"Snapped"

With a soft sound, the wrists of the two were instantly dislocated.

In the next second, Chu Tian kicked the two men out, smashed the door open with a bang, and finally fell heavily on the ground, howling. Chu Tian stepped on their bodies and walked in, seeing four men in black with white The gloves fumbled around in the coffin, as if looking for something on Wen Sheng's body.

There are also three men on the side, and a fashionable beauty.

Chu Tian fixed his eyes and saw that it was the woman who appeared on Beijing V07.

"Who are you?"

Before Chu Tian could speak, the fashionable woman shouted, "Get out." As the night fell, Wen Sheng passed away with a smile on his face.

Although Chutian and Shusheng were a bit sad, they were not too sad, except that both of them were people in the world who had seen more life and death, and more importantly, Wen Sheng was already over 80 years old. Passing away is almost tantamount to mourning, and crying makes people feel sick.

One year ago, Wen Sheng’s funeral would have been grand and luxurious, enjoying the unprecedented glory of the deceased, and walking the last part of the world with glory, but now the Wen family’s withered power is in ruins, even if Chu Tian beats gongs and drums to announce to the world , and no one will come to the funeral.

In addition, Wen Sheng had already passed away in the official documents, so Chu Tian could only send him away quietly.

In the hall of an unremarkable funeral parlor in Hainan, Chu Tian and the scholar knelt beside the mahogany coffin and burned paper money. Watching the colorful paper money turn into ashes in the flames, a flash of life's shortness and impermanence flashed in Chu Tian's heart. Wen Sheng I was afraid that I would leave like this.

Deserted, lonely, sad.

In the last journey of Wen Sheng's life, Chu Tian and the scholar still did not let Wen Ziyan come. The little girl has lost her father, mother, and family. Let her know that even the grandfather who loved her the most has left. That young heart does not know. What do you think, maybe you will close yourself off.

How many people can bear the contrast between a warm life like heaven and coldness in hell within a few months?So Chu Tian sent Wen Ziyan to third uncle's seaside villa, and asked Chen Xiucai to find a few children of the same age to play with, so that Wen Ziyan could temporarily forget Wen Sheng.

The wind blows, and the paper dust rolls lightly.

"Scholar, what are your future plans?"

Chu Tian put a 'gold bar' into the brazier, watched it turn into red and blue flames, and then asked the scholar. The scholar in white sighed for a lifetime, and then put in more than a dozen paper money worth hundreds of millions: "Old man Now that I’m gone, what other plans do I have? I’ve retired to the mountains and forests, but I’m still alive.”

"However, I will fulfill Elder Wen's last wish."

Chu Tian tilted his head slightly, looked at the scholar and asked, "Old Wen still has a last wish?"

The scholar exhaled lightly, nodded and responded, "I should have been protecting Ziyan when she grows up, but there is no need for me to follow her when the young commander takes care of her. I will only go to the capital every three months and take care of myself Pass on all the things to her, so that she can stand out."

A smile flashed across Chu Tian's face, and he took up the topic and said, "You are proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and your swordsmanship is even more unique. If you teach Ziyan personally, I can save a lot of worry; it's just you Why don't you live in Qianlong Garden? Wouldn't it be better to teach by example?"

This is another form of invitation.

The scholar knew what Chu Tian meant, and replied with a light smile: "I think about it too, but since I came out of the rivers and lakes again, my heart has been a little rippling. I need a quiet environment to adjust myself, so wild flowers in the mountains are more suitable for me. , but if the young commander needs me to come out and help."

"Scholars can sell their lives at any time, this is the request of Wen Lao."

It seems that Wen Sheng really gave himself everything, granddaughter, money, political bargaining chips, and the precious life of a scholar. At that moment, Chu Tian patted him on the shoulder and replied sincerely: "You can come to dive at any time. Dragon Garden, that is your second home where you can rest."

"Brother Shuaijun always welcomes you, and the wine in the storage room also welcomes you."

The scholar flashed a smile: "Thank you, Young Marshal, for your kindness."

The heavy and dead atmosphere became warmer in the sincere conversation between the two, and even Wen Sheng on the portrait seemed to be smiling. Just when the two wanted to talk about something more, a funeral home worker came over and spoke respectfully. : "Two, it's time to change clothes for the walker."

This kind of high-quality service attitude is because Chu Tian spent a lot of money.

In the custom of the Celestial Dynasty, before the deceased goes on the road, he changes into clean clothes and tidies up his appearance. In addition to giving the beholder a final and beautiful image, it also means that the deceased will walk happily and cleanly, so that he will not be despised when he arrives in the Land of Ultimate Bliss. Nor will he be underestimated by the God in charge.

Originally, Wen Sheng had to have a beauty treatment and change of clothes as soon as he was sent to the funeral parlor, but neither Chutian nor the scholar wanted to see the beautified appearance. They were very satisfied with Wen Lao's current serenity and indifference, so they asked the staff to change his clothes before cremation. Clothes, they want to spend more time with the unpretentious old man.

But the time still came, Chu Tian could only nod his head: "OK!"

Then he and the scholar walked out of the hall to avoid, handed Wen Sheng the last procedure to the staff, the two walked to a window at the end of the corridor, took a deep breath facing the brightly lit outside, Chutian wanted to touch a cigarette to relieve boredom , but found that there was nothing on him.

"Young Marshal, I will accompany you back to Sichuan tomorrow."

The scholar leaned against the window, and replied in a calm voice: "By the way, I will sweep the tomb for the tablet of the Wen family."

Chu Tian nodded, and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, how is the Wen family?"

Because the situation in the capital has never been clear, Chu Tian did not ask the imprisoned nephew of the Wen family. Now that he thinks of it, he asks the scholar. He believes that the scholar must know the answer. Is your family doing better?"

This is another heavy topic, and the scholar did not hide it after thinking for a while: "No! On the contrary, the experience was even worse. In the past, they were only detained and interrogated without thorough characterization. Yesterday, news came that the people involved in the case have basically been convicted. 13 people will Inject tomorrow..."

Chu Tian opened his mouth: "How could this happen?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he sighed again. This is the so-called political silence. After all, the nephews of the Wen family have already been exposed. He lowered his head and smiled wryly, with helplessness in his eyes.

The scholar didn't speak, just stared at the night sky in a daze.

At this moment, the staff member ran over in a panic, panting and shouted to Chu Tian and the scholar: "You two, it's not good, suddenly a group of big men came, all of them in suits and leather shoes, they rushed They went to the lobby to stop us from changing clothes for beauty treatment, and drove us all out."

Big guy?Suit and leather shoes?

Both Chutian and the scholar couldn't help being stunned. They couldn't imagine who would come to the funeral parlor to make trouble, and what's the fuss about a dead Wen Lao?It's just that the question is the question, the two still showed a murderous look and anger, and moved to the hall where Wen Sheng's body was located.

In just a few seconds, Chutian and the scholar came to the door, but to their slight surprise, there was no one guarding the door, and Chutian didn't think much of it, he reached out to push the door, because although he didn't see anyone guarding, but The ears can still catch slight movements in the hall.

"No entry!"

The place was cold and lonely, yet filled with sadness, suddenly came out with such a violent shout, which made the corners of Chu Tian's mouth twitch, and then saw two people flashing out from the darkness, they stretched out their hands together to stop him and the scholar, their attitudes were haughty, their eyes closed. Deep sunken, with a hooked nose, looking sinister.

"Joke! This is my rented place."

Chu Tian frowned and said, "Why am I not allowed to enter?"

Unexpectedly, the two men looked very serious, and they pushed them over roughly, and one of them shouted in a low voice: "Go away, there are official personnel working inside, no one should disturb you." , but the tone of speech is full of official flavor.

Seeing the hand getting closer and closer to him, Chu Tian frowned.

Hands staggered upwards, twisting each other's wrists.

"Snapped"

With a soft sound, the wrists of the two were instantly dislocated.

In the next second, Chu Tian kicked the two men out, smashed the door open with a bang, and finally fell heavily on the ground, howling. Chu Tian stepped on their bodies and walked in, seeing four men in black with white The gloves fumbled around in the coffin, as if looking for something on Wen Sheng's body.

There are also three men on the side, and a fashionable beauty.

Chu Tian fixed his eyes and saw that it was the woman who appeared on Beijing V07.

"Who are you?"

Before Chu Tian could speak, the fashionable woman yelled, "Get out."