Quickly wear! Bind to the scumbag transformation system

If a die-hard fan of Jin Yong traveled back to ancient times, would he want to make a difference?

Others don't know.

Yan Kuan missed it too much.

He was born with a heritage of 5,000 years of culture, so he didn't bring much with him, but the spirit of chivalry was engraved in his bones.

Before his rebirth, he was obsessed with martial arts novels such as Jin Yong and Gu Long, and hated the fact that he was born at the wrong time.

If I were born in ancient times, I would definitely be a knight wielding a sword, or a majestic general.

The opportunity is here.

He learned martial arts from a master since he was young and was determined to pass the imperial examination and become the top martial arts champion.

The enthusiasm with which he practiced sword, stick and spear was no less than that of the college entrance examination in his previous life.

After passing the military examination, he was assigned to work as a yamen runner in the Hezhou government office.

The yamen runners are also different, he is the leader among them.

Dozens of yamen runners in Hezhou called him "Big Brother" when they met him. There was nothing he could do; he was convinced after being beaten.

Yan Kuan has a straightforward personality, doesn't talk much, easily offends people, and usually uses force to subdue people.

Although he is now just a yamen runner in the small city of Hezhou, Yan Kuan feels that God has given me a new life that will be of great use to me, and this chaotic world of Dai Yue is a great opportunity for him to build his career.

However, corruption was rampant in the chaotic times, and Yan Leniency was not tactful. He thoroughly experienced the feeling of being crushed to death by an official of a higher rank, and his ambitions had nowhere to be realized.

After working as a yamen runner for two years, he did not help the common people solve any cases. Instead, he killed many unscrupulous businessmen and evil people.

Most of these people had dealings with government officials, and bribery was rampant. Their families even jointly sued Yan Kuan.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yan Kuan simply turned to banditry and became a famous bandit near Guanshan in Hezhou.

Not long after, his mountain was suppressed by troops sent by the imperial court, and he was thrown into prison.

Yan Kuan sat in the cell, looking at the rotten food, feeling desolate.

During a turbulent time in Dai Viet, the previous emperor passed away. Prime Minister Xie Lian controlled the government and handled state affairs on behalf of the six-year-old emperor.

He advocated severe punishments in times of chaos, and was strict but lenient towards those who committed robbery and killing innocent people. The charges were enough to get him executed later in the year.

But his parents were relatively wealthy in a small place, and they sold all their possessions to scrape together enough money to get him a suspended death sentence.

The death penalty was waived, but the punishment was unavoidable...

There was a sizzling sound, and the smell of burnt meat came, followed by a wailing scream.

A young yamen runner glanced at the side and couldn't help but approach Yan Kuan:

"Brother, just bear with it and it will pass. This master has been making this craft for decades, so you won't suffer too much."

After saying this, he seemed like he couldn't stand the taste and was about to vomit.

Yan Kuan shook the chain in his hand and pointed at the opposite wall:

"Go over there and vomit. It's disgusting enough. If you ask me to tattoo you, I'd rather die."

He sat on the ground with his legs apart. His prison uniform was a little tight, which made his chest muscles look full.

With messy hair, his true appearance could not be seen, but his eyes were as sharp as lightning, which made people shudder.

Although he is not even thirty years old, he is as steady as Mount Tai, making people dare not look directly at him.

The young yamen runner said angrily: "Brother, the Yan family spent a lot of money to save your life, how could you die so easily? Just stab you, exile you for a few years, and you will be a hero again."

Yan Kuan knew that his father wanted him to live to carry on the family line, after all, his only younger brother died shortly after being born.

But he would rather die than have a word tattooed on his forehead, and he also didn't want to be the king of the forest, being watched wherever he went.

Seeing the people being punished lining up to come forward to suffer humiliation, Yan Kuan felt desperate.

The young yamen runner stepped forward cautiously: "Brother, it's your turn."

Seeing Yan Kuan's eyes sparkling and blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, he shouted: "Hurry, he bit his tongue, come quickly!"

The officer who was watching the execution saw it and slapped the runner hard: "Open the door quickly, you old woman, if he dies, no one can escape responsibility."

The number of people stabbed in the face has been reported. If one of them suddenly dies and the higher-ups hold them accountable, who will take the responsibility?

Everyone rushed to push down his huge body and tried to pry his teeth open, and only then did Yan Kuang open his mouth.

My goodness, almost an inch of his tongue was broken off.

tough enough.

Yan Kuan was in so much pain that he exerted more strength and grabbed the hand of the tattoo master tightly: "If you dare to tattoo me, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost."

At this time, the prison door opened, and a man walked out into the light.

Yan Kuan couldn't see clearly from his angle, he only saw the people around him kneel down instantly, saluted in panic and said: "Greetings, Prime Minister."

"What are you arguing about? Who is causing trouble in the government prison?"

Yan Kuan's tongue hurt and his head hurt even more. Everything in front of his eyes was blurry and he couldn't see the person coming, but he could hear it clearly.

The tone is pleasant, but as cold as water, and carries the majesty of a superior.

He actually had the urge to see him clearly, but the deadline was approaching and he was spitting out blood.

The official said tremblingly: "This man was Yan Kuan, a former official in Hezhou. He colluded with bandits and committed crimes in the local area, killing civilians. He should have been put to death, but his family raised enough money to spare his death penalty and instead sentenced him to beheading. However, he would rather bite his tongue and commit suicide than live..."

The official's voice was trembling as he spoke, because the man in front of him was the most powerful prime minister of Dayue today, second only to the emperor and above everyone else, Xie Lian.

Xie Lian put his hands behind his back and glanced coldly at Yan Kuan lying on the ground. Seeing how miserable and bloody he looked, he couldn't help but show his disdain.

What he hated most were unclean people who were big and strong and looked like reckless men.

He took out a handkerchief, covered his nose with it, and said with a nasty smile: "Since he is determined to die, then..."

Suddenly, he saw Yan Kuan's eyes.

Even though his messy hair covered his face, it couldn't hide his pair of persevering and stubborn eyes.

It seemed that he had seen such a pair of eyes before, equally firm and tenacious...

Xie Lian had a sinister look on his face, his eyes narrowed, “Forget it, he won’t live much longer, so forget about stabbing him.”

He said this, flicked his sleeves and walked out.

As he walked away, the people in the prison felt that they could breathe more smoothly, and even their trembling legs became steady.

After hearing that he would not be beheaded, Yan Kuan finally felt relieved and kicked off.

The official respectfully saw Xie Lian off, then turned back and said, "Alright, just exile him."

As he said this he spat on the ground and almost died with that bandit.

The young yamen runner wanted to help Yan Kuan up, but he felt something was wrong. He sniffed his breath with his hand and sat on the ground in fear:

"Sir, he, he is dead."

This was Yan Kuan’s short life. He did not achieve great achievements as he had imagined, defend his country, rob the rich to help the poor, or seek justice for the people.

Fate made him go to the mountains and become a bandit. After his death, he was covered in stigma and cursed by others. He didn't even have a tombstone and was buried in a mass grave.

Eaten by wild dogs.

Yan Kuan sincerely felt that he had read so many martial arts novels in vain, which brought shame to people of my generation who are chivalrous.

003 saw Yan Kuan’s life at the Space Management Center. He did so many evil things and was really a scumbag.

Meets his standards.

It turned into a small star, flapped its transparent wings, reset time, and flew back to the first year when Yan Kuan worked as a yamen runner.