Chapter 9: A kind heart? What is that? Can it be eaten?

The atmosphere on the field solidified instantly. I didn't expect this green-robed youth with a very good appearance to be so unapproachable.

Wang Chuyi's eyes froze. He first examined Zhuang Buran's face for a while, then glanced at Huang Rong, who was gorging herself on the side. He seemed to understand something in his heart, his tone light:

"Worthy of being a descendant of Peach Blossom Island, equally graceful and heroic, and also has a perverse and arrogant side."

He took a step forward and performed a Daoist salute:

"Regardless, the poor Daoist still wants to thank the little brother for his help."

The others, either mixing in the lower levels of the Jianghu for many years, making a living by performing arts, or growing up in the desert and living deep in the palace, did not understand what kind of existence a descendant of Peach Blossom Island was, but they thought it was a famous sect.

Immediately, Yang Tiexin also wanted to step forward, cupping his fists to thank him, when Zhuang Buran raised his brows:

"You have time to talk nonsense with me, why didn't you think about seizing the time to leave Zhongdu quickly? Do you really think Wanyan Honglie will let you go?"

He changed the subject:

"After a night, I'm afraid it's too late to escape. Maybe Wanyan Honglie will bring a large number of people to the door soon. After that, relying on you old, weak, sick, and disabled people, the outcome is self-evident."

"Surprises and accidents in life always come so suddenly, without giving people any preparation time."

As soon as the words fell, Yang Tiexin and Bao Xiruo's faces changed, and Wang Chuyi immediately opened his mouth:

"The poor Daoist and two senior brothers agreed to gather in Zhongdu to discuss the martial arts competition with the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan. Counting the time, they should have arrived. Later, when the poor Daoist contacts them, we will definitely be able to escort everyone out of Zhongdu."

"The Quanzhen Seven, famous in the Jianghu, respected by all parties, sure enough, it is not without reason." Zhuang Buran's expression was flat:

"I don't know if the third generation of the Quanzhen Sect in the future will be able to surpass their predecessors. I think they shouldn't be able to."

"Why not?"

A question full of thick and strong breath suddenly came from outside the lobby.

Only to see two Daoists walk in. One had a beard like lacquer, high-spirited, with a long sword on his back, and one had white beard and white brows, looking kind. It was Qiu Chuji and Ma Yu of the Quanzhen Seven.

"Junior Brother Wang, what is this?" Ma Yu noticed Wang Chuyi's condition for the first time.

"Careless for a moment, suffered a sneak attack by a villain, now there is no major obstacle." Wang Chuyi asked suspiciously:

"I haven't lit the meteor to contact you, how did the two senior brothers know I was here?"

"It's no coincidence that it's not a book. I didn't arrive in Zhongdu long ago, and I planned to find an inn to stay in first. I didn't expect to run into Junior Brother Wang here directly." Ma Yu replied.

On the other side, Qiu Chuji looked cold and stared at Zhuang Buran:

"Why don't you speak? Can't answer?"

"Heh heh, the second generation of the Quanzhen Sect is not as good as the founding master, so how can the third generation be sure to surpass their predecessors."

Zhuang Buran's tone was light:

"If you can think for your own sect members and disciples, you should feel deeply."

"After all, you have worked hard all your life, and you are not as good as your master!"

"You..." Qiu Chuji was speechless.

"Don't be in a hurry to get angry. The virtue of a gentleman declines in three generations and is cut off in five generations. I'm afraid that the Quanzhen Sect won't even be able to pass on to the fifth generation. That would be too sad."

Qiu Chuji listened and was anxious, feeling that the cultivation of his heart for eighteen years was about to be fed to the dogs, when Huang Rong said with a smile:

"Hahaha, Daoist, if I were you, I would definitely not be able to bear it. A dignified number one sect in the world is actually said to be a small sect that will perish in three or five generations."

"If it were me, I would definitely cut this treacherous, evil, and poisonous little thief into eight pieces, to see who would dare to talk nonsense in the future and say bad things about the Quanzhen Sect."

Seeing that Qiu Chuji was still standing in place, she continued to add fuel to the fire:

"Daoist, why are you still indifferent? If you let him go this time, and this matter spreads out, who will still take the Quanzhen Sect seriously? I'm afraid that whether it is the righteous path or the evil sect, when they meet Quanzhen disciples, they will look down on them by three points."

"Rong'er, stop adding fuel to the fire here." Guo Jing hurried forward.

At this moment, the inn outside didn't know why it was chaotic, and there was a burst of hoofbeats, and then a command full of majesty sounded.

"Surround this inn for the Prince, and don't let anyone run away."

The people in the lobby clearly heard it, and instantly became a mess, most of them looking terrified, running out one after another.

Immediately, cold and stern shouts sounded outside, demanding that these people stand by and kneel on the ground, otherwise, they would be shot to death on the spot.

When seven or eight people tried to escape the inn, they were shot on the spot, and the many people who ran out of the lobby all knelt on the ground honestly.

"Why did the Zhao Wangfu's personal army surround the inn for no reason?" Qiu Chuji walked to the window and looked.

Yang Tiexin heard it and said:

"Eighteen years ago, the Niu Family Village in Lin'an Prefecture drank and annihilated the enemy together. Does Daoist Qiu still remember?"

"Who are you?"

Qiu Chuji frowned, as if he couldn't imagine that the down-and-out and vicissitudes middle-aged man in front of him would be the tall, straight, and heroic Yang Tiexin from back then.

"I am Yang Tiexin, Daoist Qiu, how have you been?"

Yang Tiexin looked at Qiu Chuji, who had been separated for many years, but whose appearance hadn't changed much from before, only his temples were quite gray, and he cupped his fists heavily.

Qiu Chuji returned the salute and said happily:

"Brother Yang, it turns out you are still alive, thank Heaven and Earth!"

"Now that I am surrounded by the Zhao Wangfu people, I ask myself that I have no power to escape. Please save me, Daoist!" Yang Tiexin pleaded.

"No rescue, wait for death." Zhuang Buran spoke suddenly.

Qiu Chuji's face turned black, just wanting to speak, he heard the green-robed youth say lazily:

"Martial arts are not immortal arts after all. In front of a formed army, they can only persist for a while at most."

"Just because as long as they are human, they will be tired, their bodies will be injured, and their internal energy will be exhausted. And the soldiers who have received orders will move forward continuously until they trample the enemy into meat mud."

When everyone heard this, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet. Although Bao Xiruo didn't know martial arts, she could clearly perceive something, so she looked at Yang Tiexin softly:

"Tie brother, being able to reunite with you, I have no regrets."

Just as Yang Tiexin was about to reply, Qiu Chuji said forcefully:

"Brother Yang, no matter what, the poor Daoist will definitely protect you and take you away today."

After speaking, only Wanyan Honglie's shout reached the inn lobby:

"Listen to the people inside, as long as you release the consort, the Prince guarantees that you will leave safely."

"Interesting, another choice between life and death has appeared."

Zhuang Buran was still calm and composed while eating:

"I guess there will be a pair of desperate mandarin ducks today."

Mu Nianci, who was on the side, seemed to have reached the point of being unable to bear it, and said angrily:

"You have no kind heart at all. It's already this time, and you still have a gloating attitude."

"Seeing injustice on the road, taking a detour, is Zhuang's consistent style of handling things, and not actively doing evil is already Zhuang's greatest respect for this world. As for..."

Zhuang Buran paused and shook his head:

"A kind heart? What is that? Can it be eaten?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 10 =====