Cultivation little Taoist

Chapter 952 Jinyiwei Siwen ([-])

Ye Feng turned around suddenly, and saw Si Wen standing at the door, holding a cigar on his chest, looking at him with a false smile.

"Am I playing tricks?" Ye Feng said coldly, "It's just my habit.

If you can't understand it, you can bear it. "

"I can bear it, but I don't know if your two little girls can bear it." Si Wen still had that fake smile on his face.

"As I said, your threatening me was the biggest mistake.

I know that you may be a substitute, and now that nurse is watching my every move somewhere.

But you really pissed me off. At ten times the speed of light, I can still follow my plan.

You can't hurt those two little girls. "

"Ten times the speed of light, really powerful." Si Wen clapped his hands, "But how long can you last at ten times the speed of light?
a second?
two seconds?

Or, ten seconds?

I swear, even if you travel across half of the solar system at ten times the speed of light within ten seconds, you will never succeed in rescuing those two little girls in this small coastal city.

What's more, you don't even know where they are. "

"What about 30 seconds?" Ye Feng said coldly, "In 30 seconds, I can search every corner of Binhai City."

Si Wen was stunned, "Do you want to fight with me?

Ten times the speed of light in 30 seconds, you will definitely disintegrate. "

"So I said, you better not get used to threatening me.

You are afraid of death, but I am not. "

Ye Feng's eyes were serious, and after the two met, Si Wen felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet.

No one has ever made him feel such a great oppression, not even the Queen Mother of the West, has made him feel such a great oppression.

It's not because Ye Feng's cultivation is higher than Queen Mother Xi's, but because Queen Mother Xi came to him to cooperate, and Ye Feng really has the courage to fight him to the death.

Facing people who are not afraid of death is something everyone will be afraid of.

He is also a very capable person who is not afraid of death.

"Don't you just want to know the original story?

I can't finish telling you.

As I said before, I'm a businessman, and I pay attention to making money with peace, so don't always say such things that we all die together.

Lose-lose is something no one wants to see. "

Si Wen said, taking a puff on his cigar, "This story is a bit long, and Ye Tianshi can also choose to distinguish the truth from the false.

But I promise you that I will tell you everything I know.

You guessed right when we met, I am indeed not a complete demon, but in the past, I was a Jinyiwei.

The predecessor of Jinyiwei was Zhu Yuanzhang's pro-army Duwei Mansion, which governed the Yiluan Division and was in charge of the emperor's ceremonial guards and guards.

It has to be said that Zhu Hongwu is really a character. In order to eradicate heroes and dissidents, Jin Yiwei has become the most powerful weapon in his hands. Like the German secret police in later generations, they are pervasive and powerful.

The Hu Weiyong case and the Lan Yu case that shocked the government and the public during the Hongwu period were all behind Jin Yiwei collecting evidence for the emperor, monitoring and investigating, tortured, and always doing shady things.

In the Ming Dynasty, Jinyiwei rose and fell, but for ordinary people, these three words are always connected with fear.

As long as there are people wearing brocade clothes and speaking the accent of the capital on the street, everyone will retreat, as if avoiding the god of plague. Even if you are the chief minister of the dynasty with a rank of first rank, you should respect the commander of Jin Yiwei who is only rank three .

For we are hawk dogs, the emperor's hawk dogs.

What is an eagle dog?

Falcons are running dogs, chasing prey for their masters, and then obediently bring their corpses back to the master's hands, begging for the little leftovers.

Some people volunteer to be hawk dogs for the sake of it, and some people are born to be hawk dogs, like me.

At that time, the imperial court divided the people of the whole country into ten classes, one official, two officials, three monks, four Taoists, five doctors, six workers, seven hunters, eight civilians, nine Confucianists, and ten beggars.

Among them, household registration is divided into civilian registration, military registration, and craftsman registration.

I am a member of the military, and a Jinyiwei military household.

The so-called military status means that all the men in this family from generation to generation are going to serve in the army.

As long as I can remember, my father was a captain of Jinyiwei, and I will be a Jinyiwei in the future.

The school lieutenant can be regarded as the lowest official position in Jinyiwei, and there are small banners, general banners, test hundreds of households, hundred households, deputy thousand households, thousand households, eunuchs, commanders, commanders, and commanders at the top. It is the commander.

It's a pity that my father was just a little captain until the day he died.

My words seem to be a bit too much. Facing Ye Tianshi, who knows everything about the past and the present, this explanation seems too complicated. "

As Si Wen said, he smiled and looked at Ye Feng.

But Ye Feng didn't answer, but still looked at him with those piercing eyes.

Si Wen made fun of himself, so he continued:
"I still remember that winter morning.

I was only nine years old that year, and I lived in a small alley in Chaoyangmen.It had snowed all night the night before and nearly brought down the dilapidated roof.

When I got up in the morning, my mother took me to sweep the snow in front of the door. Just as I opened the street door, the broom in my mother's hand fell to the ground with a snap.

I saw her staring at the entrance of the alley in a daze, and followed suit.

The sun had not yet fully risen, and the snow reflected a light blue light in his eyes.

A carriage was parked at the entrance of the alley, which was too narrow for cars to enter.

Three people wearing the same official uniform as my father got out of the car, their faces were numb and stiff as if they were frozen.

Two of them lifted a door panel from the carriage, on which lay my father's hard body.

They carried him to the snow field at the door and put him down. The leader dropped two slings of copper coins with no expression on his face, and then left.

Their official boots stepped on the snow, but they didn't even leave a footprint.

My mother was crying that morning, and no one in the whole alley opened the door, but I knew they were all listening behind the door.

A lackey of the imperial court, Yinggou, died, and it was too late for them to be happy behind the scenes.

But I didn't cry out, just sat next to my father's body and looked at him motionless.

The wind is very cold, the snow is very cold, and my father's hands are colder than my body.

He was not really a good man, let alone a good father.

He loved to drink, and would beat my mother and me with a rattan cane when he was drunk; he loved to gamble, and he gambled until his whole house was destroyed, and he didn't even have a good coffin to accommodate him when he died.

But I kept thinking, even if he had all kinds of faults, he shouldn't have died so vaguely, without leaving a word, like a wild dog frozen to death on the street.

Later I understood that the life of a falcon dog is worth nothing in the eyes of the owner.

But I wasn't sad at all, I was just scared.

I am not afraid of the dead man in front of me, but I am afraid that one day I will end up like him.

This official uniform is my destiny sooner or later, and I don't want to be swallowed up by fate just like that.

But what can I rely on?
After much deliberation, there is only one name on the list in my heart, and that is myself.

Since that day, I have never shed a tear in my life.

A few years later, my mother also died.

I survived by myself with a little pension, and survived to adulthood, and finally inherited the official position of my dead ghost father, and became a school lieutenant in Fusi Yamen, Jinyiwei North Town.

Like all yamen, there are still factions here, there are corruption and bribery, and the eagle dogs and the eagle dogs will definitely fight each other, because everyone here is dirty, once your master thinks you are useless, or If you have two hearts, then you don't even have a chance to quit, only death.

If you want to survive in this hell, you can only climb up step by step.

At this time, I am still the same as the child in the snow a few years ago. Only myself can help myself in the whole world.

I don't have the money to study, I don't have the money to practice martial arts with famous teachers, and I don't have the money to curry favor with my boss.

All I can do is to work harder than others, and ask my husband to teach me how to read when I receive the salary; To do the most menial jobs, just to make him remember my name and be fond of me.

"The minion who washes the grown-ups' feet," that's what people call me behind my back.

I don't care what other people think of me, I only have one thought at that time, I can't live my life like my dad!

Hard work pays off, in just a few years, I have been promoted to a small flag, which is a position that my father never got in his life.

I was very proud that day, thinking that I was destined to rise to the top from now on.

But after my boss announced the appointment, he still said to me blankly: "Okay, I'm going to wash my feet now."

I was stunned for a moment, and then saw the killing intent in his eyes.I've seen this kind of look before, and he had the same look when he faced the prisoners in the prison. At that moment, I thought I was going to die...

In his eyes, even if you are promoted, you are still a running dog for him to drive.

When a dog is rewarded with a bone, it wags its tail happily, but it still has to face the master's big stick, because it needs to understand who is the master and who is the lackey.

I respectfully brought the copper basin, knelt at his feet, and untied his shoes and socks...

At this moment, the look in my eyes that scared me finally disappeared. He leaned in the large armchair, narrowed his eyes, and hummed a little song comfortably.

Take advantage of the time now to be proud!

I said silently in my heart, sooner or later, I will make you regret it so much that life would be worse than death!
But my position was not promoted for a long time after that.

The colleagues who were promoted to the small banner with me were all promoted to the general banner early, but I am still the slave who washes the feet of adults.

I worked harder to serve him and put more money into his room, but it was still to no avail.

Until once in a while, I heard the discussion of my colleagues after drinking.

And at that time, I realized why my position was not promoted..."

(End of this chapter)