Chapter 11: Don't you think Zhuang is a bit compassionate?

"Rong'er, come and persuade Brother Zhuang. If he continues to speak, I feel Aunt Bao is going to be angered to death." Guo Jing hurriedly looked at Huang Rong.

"Jing brother, with his appearance of having nothing to do with me from beginning to end, I really don't know how to persuade him." Huang Rong spread her hands, indicating helplessness.

"Speaking like a sharp blade, words like poison, making people feel cold. The poor Daoist has truly opened his eyes today."

Qiu Chuji's expression was strange:

"But what makes the poor Daoist most curious is, how do you know so well about things that happened many years ago?"

"Zhuang wants to say that he can calculate, and observing the world is like observing the patterns in his palm. Daoist, do you believe it?"

Before Qiu Chuji could reply, Huang Rong muttered in a not-too-loud voice:

"Boasting."

At the same time, Yang Tiexin and Bao Xiruo looked at each other, as if they had made some decision.

Immediately, Yang Tiexin opened his mouth:

"The current dead end is caused by my couple. We must not implicate everyone's lives."

After speaking, he held a gun in one hand and Bao Xiruo's hand in the other, and rushed out suddenly.

"Not good, Brother Yang, don't be impulsive." Qiu Chuji leaped and chased after him, and Guo Jing and others followed one after another.

Zhuang Buran's face showed a look of having nothing to do, so he went to eat melons, and walked out of the inn, only to see a large number of people guarding outside, led by two men.

One was a middle-aged man with brocade clothes and a handsome demeanor, and one was a young man with a handsome face and luxurious clothing. It was Wanyan Honglie and Yang Kang.

Only to see Yang Tiexin pointing his gun at himself, raising his hand to stop Qiu Chuji and others from approaching, and shouting loudly:

"Everyone, today I, Yang Tiexin, will end my life here."

After speaking, he used the gun head to stab into his heart, instantly piercing his body, and Bao Xiruo smiled sadly, saying to Yang Kang in the distance:

"Kang'er, do you still refuse to believe that he is your biological father?"

Before Yang Kang could react, she slammed into Yang Tiexin's back, and the exposed gun head pierced into her body.

"Mother!"

Yang Kang was shocked and flew over.

"Madam!"

Wanyan Honglie was anxious and wanted to run over, but seeing Qiu Chuji and the others, who had already surrounded the two, he finally didn't dare to go forward.

He saw the satisfied and happy expression remaining on Bao Xiruo's face, and couldn't help but be struck by lightning, as if he discovered that the sincere devotion of many years was seemingly misplaced, and couldn't help but be heartbroken, turning and leaving.

The troops surrounding the inn, seeing Wanyan Honglie leave, the commanding general was very discerning and withdrew the troops to follow.

Zhuang Buran on the field watched coldly, and saw the dying Yang Tiexin explaining his last words to Qiu Chuji and others intermittently.

Among them, Huang Rong did not follow Guo Jing to Yang Tiexin's side, but stood closer to Zhuang Buran, and couldn't help but open her mouth:

"Although Uncle Yang is indeed not very smart, he doesn't deserve to die. The culprit who caused today's outcome is that Wanyan Honglie..."

Before she finished speaking, Zhuang Buran interrupted:

"Don't you think Zhuang is a bit compassionate?"

Question marks seemed to appear on Huang Rong's head, only feeling that her ears had a problem.

"If I had really taken action to save these two, there would likely be a human tragedy of father and son killing each other in the future."

Huang Rong didn't understand the meaning at first, but when she saw Yang Tiexin entrusting his foster daughter's lifelong event to his sworn brother's posthumous son to Qiu Chuji, her pretty face changed, and when she saw him wanting Guo Jing to treat his foster daughter well, her eyes became even colder.

Until she saw Yang Kang kneeling on the ground, kowtowing a few times to Bao Xiruo's corpse, and bowing to Qiu Chuji, walking away with his head held high without saying a word, she understood the deep meaning of Zhuang Buran's words.

"Look, witnessing parents committing suicide, he still couldn't stop his heart that covets wealth and power."

"The so-called birth grace is worth a few kowtows at most, to the point that he didn't even have time to collect his mother's corpse, and had to rush to chase the rich father who has power and influence. You must know that this is the culprit who caused his family to be destroyed!"

Zhuang Buran said slowly:

"Such a cold-blooded person who recognizes a father for power, if Yang Tiexin were really alive, how could he not give birth to the heart of killing his relatives for righteousness? You must know that his ancestors were descendants of anti-Jin generals. If he doesn't remove this rebellious son, what face does he have to see his ancestors?"

"Furthermore, if Bao Xiruo were alive, seeing the two people closest to her fighting to the death, she would inevitably be heartbroken and painful."

He glanced at Huang Rong:

"Zhuang didn't let all this happen. You say, isn't it a great good thing? How can it not be considered compassionate?"

The others on the side seemed to have heard these words, and the heavy and sad faces couldn't help but show a trace of strangeness, only feeling that the green-robed youth's mouth skills were really amazing. When did standing by and watching, seeing death and not saving, count as a kind of compassion.

Especially Qiu Chuji, his mouth twitched, feeling in his heart that if confusing black and white was a martial art, he must have practiced it to the peak.

Guo Jing walked a few steps and said to Zhuang Buran earnestly:

"Yang Kang still doesn't know the truth. I believe that as long as he understands everything, he will definitely leave the Zhao Wangfu."

"Heh heh, Wanyan Honglie and Yang Tiexin have a blood feud, but for Yang Kang, it seems to be a sincere father-son relationship."

"So, for him, killing Wanyan Honglie is reasonable to avenge his parents, and not killing is benevolent to repay the upbringing grace. I'm afraid this is an unbenevolent and unfilial person, who puts birth grace behind him and treats upbringing grace as an exchange for power and wealth."

Zhuang Buran said boredly:

"Just now I observed Yang Kang's face. Sure enough, he is a cold-blooded person who is flashy and has no substance. He likes to show off some little cleverness, does big things but cherishes his body, and forgets righteousness for small profits. The only thing worthy of praise is that face. No wonder he can easily attract the favor of the Jianghu performing girl."

Mu Nianci, who was still crying for her foster father's death, couldn't help but freeze, and Guo Jing remembered something.

At this moment, he also found that Huang Rong was not looking at him with a good face, and immediately said:

"Rong'er, I never thought of marrying Miss Mu. After knowing Uncle Mu was Uncle Yang, I only treated her as a younger sister."

"Whether you want to marry or not, what does it have to do with me." Huang Rong snorted coldly.

Zhuang Buran had no interest in watching the fun, threw a piece of silver to the innkeeper not far away, and walked toward the city.

Huang Rong, who was arguing with Guo Jing, saw his departing back, her eyes rolled, and she chased after him.

"Rong'er."

Guo Jing just wanted to chase, but heard someone calling himself. Looking back, he was pleasantly surprised to find it was his six masters.

But after a while of greeting, he turned back to look, and found that Huang Rong's shadow could no longer be seen.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 12 =====