Chapter 8: Forget it, the path is chosen by you, you must learn to accept it

A moment later, Ouyang Ke sat at the table, with pen, ink, and paper placed in front of him. He didn't move for a long time, his face full of hesitation.

Zhuang Buran saw this and said in a lazy and casual manner:

"You are the only heir to Baituoshan. It is said that a tiger does not eat its cubs. I think even if Ouyang Feng finds out, he won't be ruthless to you. At most, he will urge you to practice martial arts diligently in the future to prevent today's incident from happening again. So, write boldly."

"Although that is the case, family martial arts are the foundation of my Baituoshan."

When Ouyang Ke said this, his face straightened, and he looked up at Zhuang Buran:

"In addition, the 'tiger does not eat its cubs' used just now is not very appropriate. That is my uncle."

"Uncle, uncle, since it carries the word 'father,' and you are the only descendant of the Ouyang family, how is it inappropriate?"

Zhuang Buran said unhurriedly:

"Don't delay time. If you finish writing early, you can leave early to treat your injuries."

When Ouyang Ke heard this, he frowned tightly, hesitated for a moment, and finally picked up the pen and began to write the family-inherited "Toad Technique," while Guo and Huang watched the play on the side.

A moment later, Ouyang Ke put down the pen in his hand and placed a stack of paper in front of Zhuang Buran with a heavy face.

Zhuang Buran picked it up and read it leisurely, but saw Ouyang Ke's expression freeze, and couldn't help holding his breath, as if nervous about something.

Seeing Zhuang Buran finish reading, he said:

"I have already given the martial arts. Please keep your promise."

"This skill is purely based on using stillness to control movement, with the whole body accumulating strength and not spitting it out. As long as the enemy attacks, there will be a violent counterattack immediately. The key lies in accumulating strength. Therefore, the practice of internal energy is extremely difficult. If you practice it slightly wrong, you will inevitably suffer serious injuries, or even vomit blood and die."

Ouyang Ke saw Zhuang Buran read it simply and could understand the essence, and couldn't help but praise:

"You are truly a rare martial arts genius in the world. No wonder you are young and have such unfathomable martial arts."

"Heh heh, you flatter me like this, is it because you have a guilty conscience?" Zhuang Buran asked coldly.

Ouyang Ke's face froze, especially when he met the green-robed youth's slightly deep eyes, he immediately pretended to be calm and asked angrily:

"What does this mean? I have already given you the family-inherited martial arts. Are you planning to break your promise and tear up the agreement?"

"When people are exposed, they often express themselves more loudly and righteously, which is to give themselves courage, and even blame and question in return." Zhuang Buran's expression remained peaceful.

Ouyang Ke seemed to be angry from embarrassment and said:

"Absurd! Now you are the knife and I am the fish. My life is in your hands. Now that I have given you the skill, you are unwilling to let me go. How can I control my emotions?"

"Not bad, really not bad. I didn't expect your acting to be so good."

Zhuang Buran put the paper in his hand on the table at will and nodded:

"Also, after all, it concerns one's own life, how can one not explode with potential that one hasn't been able to show."

His tone paused, and he chuckled:

"Heh heh, the secret manual you wrote is nine parts true and one part false. The key to this skill is accumulating strength, which lies in retaining strength—one is collecting, one is accumulating. You really don't practice this skill very well, to the point that you are only at the entrance of retaining strength."

"Therefore, you didn't dare to do anything here, so you played some tricks on the counterattack of spitting out strength."

"Think about it, when this skill is running, it is like a bow and arrow that has been prepared and filled with strength, and like a balloon that has been blown full of air. Once something goes wrong with the counterattack of spitting out strength, it will be light to go into devilish madness and waste martial arts, and heavy to suffer five labors and seven injuries, and die suddenly..."

"Enough, what exactly do you want? Draw the line." Ouyang Ke looked indifferent.

Zhuang Buran was as calm as the wind:

"Clearly you wanted to harm me, why do you still look a bit indignant."

"That's because you snatched my family martial arts first." Ouyang Ke shouted angrily.

"The old saying is good, the Jianghu is mostly deceitful. This is not a lie, but if you honestly left the life-buying money, you could have left long ago. Why be like this."

"Do you understand? Your life and death are all your choice, and I don't care at all."

"Forget it, the path is chosen by you, you must learn to accept it."

As Zhuang Buran spoke, a thin needle appeared on his fingertip at some point, then he flicked his finger, and it instantly sank into Ouyang Ke's heart.

Suddenly, his body stiffened and he fell heavily to the ground.

"Moving so cleanly, you really look like that old shameless fellow."

Huang Rong saw Ouyang Ke fall to the ground dead in the blink of an eye, first sarcastically, then seemed to think of something, and said:

"Combining the technique of 'Flicking Finger Divine Skill' with 'Bone-Attached Needle' can actually turn into such a powerful needle technique that kills without seeing blood. From the previous boxing to the current needle technique."

"Good, really good. It turns out that his bottom-of-the-box unique skills have all been passed to you."

"That's enough, stop brainwashing yourself. Since the fun is over, get out." Zhuang Buran issued an eviction order.

"Hmph, Jing brother, let's go." Huang Rong looked at Guo Jing, saw him looking confused, and said:

"This Ouyang Ke not only helped the Zhao Wangfu do things, but also was greedy for flowers and colors. Living in the world will only harm the innocent. Now that he is dead, there is one less disgusting lecher in the world."

As she spoke, she pulled Guo Jing out of the guest room.

Afterwards, Zhuang Buran gave the shop assistant some silver and asked him to dispose of Ouyang Ke's corpse.

Early the next morning, in the inn lobby.

Just as Zhuang Buran was eating, he saw Huang Rong walk over without any restraint, pick up a steamed bun and eat it, and very familiarly shouted for the shop assistant to serve a few more side dishes, not forgetting to say to put the bill on someone's account.

Afterwards, a few people came downstairs. Besides Guo Jing and Mu Nianci, there was a middle-aged Daoist wearing a gray Daoist robe. He had long brows and beautiful eyes, and three clusters of black beard under his chin. He looked like a Daoist who paid great attention to decoration, but now he was leaning on a wooden staff, walking slowly, looking like he had just recovered from a serious injury.

He was Wang Chuyi, one of the Quanzhen Seven.

Behind him followed a man and a woman. The former was in ragged clothes, full of dust, looking like a down-and-out Jianghu person eroded by wind and frost. The latter was a beautiful woman with a gentle temperament, about thirty-something years old. It was Yang Tiexin and Bao Xiruo.

"Daoist Wang, let me introduce you." Guo Jing walked to Zhuang Buran's side, facing the few people, and said:

"Last night, it was all thanks to Brother Zhuang that I was able to get the medicinal materials so smoothly."

He looked at Yang Tiexin: "Uncle Yang, it was also with Brother Zhuang's help that I was able to get away in time to save you."

Before Wang Chuyi and Yang Tiexin could thank him, Zhuang Buran raised his eyes:

"Zhuang is not a person who is charitable and helps the poor. Going to the Zhao Wangfu was just for a purpose, and there was no intention to help people at all."

"Furthermore, whether it is your people or things, I have no interest at all. So, it's better not to know each other."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 9 =====