I’m Invincible From the Beginning

Cheng Ziyan was born chaotic, and very violent by nature.

In the past, when he was young, following Madam Yang could still be restrained so as not to make him go too far.

But when Cheng Ziyan moved out to order in adulthood, a steady stream of bad rumors continued to **** Mrs. Yang's ears.

In fact, in the eyes of Mrs. Yang, the wife of the Cheng Family Patriarch, killing a few servant girls is not a big deal. Anyway, this Yunfeng City Lord Yuan Haijun is a decoration.

Would someone really dare to sue them Cheng Jia Caosuan's life?

But the point is that killing is not a big deal, but torture is not right. Mrs. Yang has also heard about Cheng Ziyan's hobby of hacking people, and she is naturally quite sad.

The more worried, the more sad, the more sad, the less dare to see Cheng Ziyan, and the less you see, the more guilty.

In this way, Cheng Ziyan became a big trouble for Mrs. Yang to feel guilty and uncomfortable.

But after all, she is a mother. Now when she heard that her stupid second son might be dissatisfied with her husband, he immediately ran out to check the situation.

Naturally, her thoughts were clear, and she couldn't help sighing in her heart. While taking Madam Yang to sit in the pavilion, she also told her about the matter.

"Master, are you saying that Zi Yan is actually willing to cultivate? Don't take pleasure in killing people?"

After listening to her father-in-law's words, Madam Yang's eyes widened and she could hardly believe her ears.

Cheng Bozhan sighed and said: "Unfortunately, after all, he still doesn't take the right way! Only those people with misbehaviors must use play to lure him into practicing. This Cheng Hao can't stay, and our Cheng family's content can't help!"

"Master!" Madam Yang was a little panicked when she heard her husband's words, and hurriedly persuaded: "The concubine shouldn't have interrupted the master's management of family affairs, but Ziyan is different after all. If someone could lead him into the right path. , So what does it matter even if it is nasty by means?"

"En? No! This opening can't be opened! Once an exception is made from Ziyan, then God knows what the people below will be like!"

Cheng Bozhan said firmly.

And he was right.

The most taboo thing to be a manager is that a bowl of water is uneven and a special phenomenon occurs.

Once it appears, it will be extremely difficult to control it again. The Cheng family has a lot of work and many mouths, but it is not so easy to manage.

Mrs. Yang said, "Master, Ziyan is in a special situation. Besides, Ziyan won't leave Anxiangye to go elsewhere. Who knows that there is such a helper by his side? Is there really no room for him to attract Ziyan? Are you the young man on the right road!"

At this point, Madam Yang has tears in her eyes, and she looks rather sad.

"This..." Cheng Bozhan wanted to say something, but couldn't tell when he saw his wife like this.

Why doesn't he worry about his son?

"Fine, come here!" Cheng Bozhan waved his hand: "Go, bring that young man named Cheng Hao to see me, I want to see what a smart person this is!"

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"It turns out that you are Cheng Hao. We saw this a few days ago."

Cheng Bozhan looked up and down Cheng Hao standing in front of him. He was not a person with a bad memory. He just didn't pay much attention to low-status servants. So after hearing Cheng Hao's name, he couldn't remember him. Now it is natural to see people. I suddenly remembered who he was.

"Yes, the little one paid a courtesy to the Patriarch." Cheng Hao remained the same, making a weird greeting with one hand.

Cheng Bozhan smiled and said: "Your shoulders are still not good, can't you kneel on me?"

"Yes, the kid is really afraid of being rude in front of the lord." Cheng Hao still said that, in short, he would not kneel.

Cheng Bozhan nodded slightly and looked at Cheng Hao and said, "You were originally an orphan on the streets of Yunfeng City. You made a living by begging. Later, you were valued by Cheng Yuan, the servant manager, and you were admitted to our Cheng family. You have been working in the stables in the outer courtyard. , Isn't it?"

"Yes." Cheng Hao admitted happily.

Cheng Bozhan thought about it and said again: "It's just that you somehow became Ziang's nephew's bodyguard, but what is this?"

Cheng Hao said frankly: "Just because Master Ziang went out once and met the kid by chance, he asked the kid to help buy some drinks to taste. The kid went to do it, and has been buying drinks for Master Ziang ever since..."

"Pop! Nonsense!" Cheng Bozhan slapped the stone table in front of him, watching Cheng Hao scolded: "If this is the case, don't talk about it in the future! Isn't this ruining my nephew's reputation! Who doesn't know that my nephew is intoxicated? Cultivation is not close to wine!"

"Yes, yes..." Cheng Hao answered repeatedly, but he could see the hidden smile in Cheng Bozhan's eyes under his serious expression.

It seems that Cheng Bozhan, who is the second uncle, seems to value Cheng Ziang's genius nephew, but in fact he hopes that something will happen to him.

"Then tell me, what did you use to lure my son Yan to practice?"

When Cheng Bozhan asked this, he had already prepared for the worst.

He knows what virtue is a group of people, and he knows better than anyone else. When he was young, he couldn't get used to the situation of the Cheng family. The so-called helper is nothing more than leading the Cheng family’s children to fly with eagles, cuju fights, drunken prostitutes, and even more serious ones, they will even be taken into the gambling house to throw gold and silver. In fact, he has already colluded with the gambling house to try to seize them. Home money.

In Cheng Bozhan's eyes, such clever **** should all be killed!

He was also worried about what his stupid son was like by this little boy.

"The kid is mainly going out to buy this for Master Ziyan on the street." Cheng Hao said as he took out something from his arms and handed it forward.

"Take it here." Cheng Bozhan gave an order, naturally someone brought the thing to him, but when he took it, he was taken aback.

What he had in his hands turned out to be a beautifully carved puppet with golden armor, a long sword in his hand and a hideous mask on his face.

As the head of the Cheng family, Cheng Bozhan had never seen this before and couldn't help but frown slightly.

The guard on one side leaned in and said in a low voice, "Master, this is the wood carving of the Great Sage Fantian sold on Chongyang Street."

"Absurd!" Cheng Bozhan scolded again: "The Great Sage Fantian is an anti-thief! How can he play with his sculptures!"

Although he spoke harshly, his expression was quite disapproving.

In fact, think about it, if there weren't the madness of the Great Sage Shavers more than a hundred years ago, how could they have made their local tycoons in their early days?

So people like Cheng Bozhan don't really dislike the Great Sage, but the attitude that should be shown on the mouth is always to show.

"You used this to guide Ziyan's cultivation?" Cheng Bozhan repeatedly looked at the small wooden sculpture in his hand for a while, then looked back at Cheng Hao with disbelief.

Cheng Hao nodded: "Lord Homecomer, I'm just a soldier. I don’t usually have a couple of pennies on my body. I can’t afford other things. I just like this wood carving. I didn’t expect to get it to Master Ziyan. Like it, so we played together."