But now people are no longer here.
No matter how big this kind of thing happens, it will never really pay for your life in the end.
What could comfort Bai Xin a little was that Zhu Minglang was back and he stood in front of him alive.
What's more, Zhu Minglang killed Hao Shaocong on the street on the first day he returned to the capital, which would cause even greater trouble for Zhu Minglang and Zhu Tianguan.
This account can be calculated slowly with the Hao family and his son, and it is the stupidest way to use this method.
The father and son of Hao knew that Zhu Minglang was a person who was not easy to mess with, so he put away the arrogance and hypocrisy at the beginning.
Hao Shaocong's eyes were even more angry, but in the end he had to walk into the mourning hall under the threat of his father.
Kneel down and kowtow.
It only takes a hundred pieces to fill it.
Zhu Minglang stood in the mourning hall, looking at a teenager lying quietly in the wooden coffin...
"Higher knocks." Zhu Minglang turned around and said coldly to Hao Shaocong.
Hao Shaocong was filled with resentment, but in the end he hit the ground heavily, causing bleeding on his forehead.
"Zhu Tong, this is the one who killed you. I will participate in the power competition in a few days. At that time, he will definitely let him go down to apologize to you in person!" Zhu Minglang did not whisper, but said directly in front of everyone in the mourning hall.
Haoyong, Mrs. Zhao and others who came to attend the funeral looked at Zhu Minglang in horror.
Zhu Minglang is taking an oath in public, will he kill Hao Shaocong?
How could there be such a rampant person who ignores the rules?
"Zhu Minglang, my son just killed your brother who has no blood. If you said such words in public, you did not take me, Haoyong and Zi Zonglin seriously at all?" Haoyong said furiously.
"My uncle and aunt only have one child in their lifetime, and you, Haoyong, have three sons. What's the point of killing someone to pay for your life?" Zhu Minglang asked back.
"It was a mistake when I said it!"
"Don't worry, I also failed the day I met me." Zhu Minglang laughed.
If you miss the lies, just cheat yourself.
When he was just watching Zhu Tong's body, Zhu Minglang saw the scar that could not even cover up his makeup. Even the most expensive burial clothes could be seen clearly!
If it were put before, Zhu Minglang could believe the mistake, and let him kowtow a hundred times and then hand it over to the royal family for disposal.
But after seeing the body, Zhu Minglang will never let Hao Shaocong go!!
That was to go to kill people, and even after death, the limbs were seriously damaged. This clearly showed that he had great resentment towards Zhu Tong. Not only did he kill himself, he had not stopped even if he was dead.
Such bad behavior is not a competition between forces. What is more hateful is that before they appeared, their so-called apology was like a joke, not saying hypocrisy, and even mocking Zhu Yushan and Bai Xin!
If things have come to this point, do you still expect Zhu Minglang to be harmonious with them?
Now, no cat or dog dares to run to Zhumen to the head of the door of the world!
"Haoyong, your dog son is going to withdraw from the competition or hide elsewhere. You can prepare coffins for your other two sons, and I will give you free of charge these people who play suona today, so that your family will be more solemn than our Zhumen today!" Zhu Minglang said.
These words made the entire mourning hall silent, including some guests from Dazonglin and Dajia Sect. They did not expect that there was such an unscrupulous and arrogant person in Zhu Sect!
For a moment, Haoyong and Mrs. Zhao's face turned ashen, and Hao Shaocong, who was kowtowed with blood, had turned from anger to fear.
They have heard of some of Zhu Minglang's previous deeds.
This guy is excellent in sword cultivation, and even the older generation has been beaten by him. He has already ravaged the peerless geniuses of major forces at a young age...
Although I heard that he had fallen and lost, I was still worried that this little devil in the imperial capital would do something extremely excessive. After all, he is the son of Zhu Tianguan, and it is completely different from an adopted son like Zhu Tong!
"Zhu Minglang, if you dare to touch my son, I will regret it even if I try everything!" Haoyong's face was a little ferocious, and he was probably so angry that he could not calm down.
"Let's go, let's go, don't bother with this lunatic." Mrs. Zhao said hurriedly.
"There are twenty more." Zhu Minglang stared behind Hao Shaocong and said coldly.
Hao Shaocong was covered in blood. He was already scared by Zhu Minglang's words just now, but Zhu Minglang stood behind him, like a executioner in the underworld.
Hao Shaocong believed that if he didn't finish knocking, his head would really fall. Zhu Minglang clearly had no sword cultivation, but there was an extremely terrifying evil aura on his body, which made Hao Shaocong feel that there was an evil sword hanging behind his neck that seemed to have drunk countless blood donations and killed countless souls.
Finally, I finished knocking my head.
Hao Shaocong was a little confused, but his father helped him up.
"Thank you for the family." At this time, Zhu Minglang said this as if he was seeing off the guests.
Haoyong and Hao Shaocong had to bow to Zhu Yushan and Bai Xin again, and finally left Zhu Tong's mourning hall in a little shocked state.
After the father and son left, there were already many people from the mourning hall whispering to each other.
"For such scum, this is what it should be. I have long wanted to avenge Zhu Tong. You don't know that when Zhu Tong's body was sent back, it was no different from a slaughtered pig and sheep!" said a young master Zhu's apprentice.
"I am worthy of being Brother Minglang. I didn't delay the repair of this kind of product at all, and finally breathed a sigh of relief!"
"Is he really Zhu Minglang?" Some younger children could hardly recognize Zhu Minglang, and they looked at him curiously.
After all, I have heard of this name when I am in Zhumen.
...
The ceremony is just the last respect for the deceased.
But the ceremony will eventually end.
He will also completely fade out of everyone's sight, whether it is a general friend or a close relative like Zhu Yushan and Bai Xin.
People are divided into high and low, and once they are in different classes, their lives will not be judged fairly.
Zhu Tong is not a direct family, but just an adopted son.
Zhu Minglang knew very well that few people except himself would seek justice for him.
I was originally considering whether to participate in the Zonglin competition, but now because of Hao Shaocong, Zhu Minglang has to go.
...
After passing through the gate, I walked towards the Mid-mountain Island of Shuidi Lake.
There are no white lanterns hanging inside, and as usual, the Zhumen's usual quietness and elegance are maintained. The funeral in front of the courtyard seems to have nothing to do with the Zhumen behind.
After all, he was an adopted son, and his uncle and aunt also had no status in Zhumen. They just managed some Zhumen shops in the imperial city.
The willows dance lightly, and in front is a stone arch bridge leading to the inner courtyard of Zhumen.
The door is divided into inner courtyard and outer courtyard.
The inner courtyard is the core of Zhumen, responsible for the inheritance and development of forging art, while the outer courtyard mainly operates the business of casting art shops.
For a long time, Zhumen Nei Court has been indifferent to the outer court and has a little contempt.
Their losses also have nothing to do with the inner courtyard of Zhumenhu Mountain Island.
"Zhu Minglang, your door seems to be very complicated." Fang Niannian said in a low voice.
She also saw that the outer court and inner court of Zhumen were like two worlds.
The inner courtyard is in the lake and mountain island, like a sacred place isolated from the world. The outer courtyard is lost and cannot affect the inner courtyard at all, as if there are two irrelevant families.
"We Zhumen used to take in a foundry family from a defeated country, and most of them became slaves. My grandfather did not agree with the slave system, so he was divided into a family and handed it over to the forging family from this defeated country to run, which is the outer court that my uncle and aunt are now in charge." Zhu Minglang explained helplessly.
In the Jiting Emperor Capital, there are many clans with slave groups.
Nu Qun has no status in the eyes of any force. Even though he has gradually changed his identity like Zhu Yushan and has gradually become the real core member of Zhu's Sect, the entire Jiting Emperor still doesn't take them seriously.
"Then your uncle and aunt are not close?" Fang Niannian asked.
"My uncle Zhu Yushan was originally named Yushan. It was my father's previous companion. My father's concept was the same as my grandfather. He did not like the defeated slaves, so he always called his brothers and even asked his clan to change his destruction surname, so he had the current name Zhu Yushan. My father treated him like a brother, and they always regarded me as his own." Zhu Minglang explained.
In fact, even if the slave tribe has children, it must be a slave.
Even though Zhu Yushan and Bai Xin have changed their surnames and have been removed from their status as slaves on the surface, if they have children, they will still be deemed to be slaves by the Jiting Dynasty.
This is why they have never had children for many years.
Their children still cannot cleanse this layer of slave mark.
"So, as a child of your clan, Zhu Tong, even if he was killed in the competition, no one would investigate this matter deeply?" Fang Niannian suddenly realized.
Come from Yaoshan Sword Sect, Fang Niannian's general impression of Zhu Sect should be extremely powerful. How could he lose it? He was ridiculed and mocked by the murderer, and did not respect the family of the deceased at all. Instead, he deliberately provoked.
It turned out that the outer court of Zhumen was a defeated slave. Even if Zhumen accepted them and gave them enough respect and status, they were still a group of slaves with low status in the eyes of outsiders.
Fang Niannian couldn't help but shudder when she thought that Zulong City State might also end up in this way.
Even if you rely on a reasonable and reasonable family sect, your life is still like a mustard of grass.
"What others think, that's someone else's business. My uncle is my uncle, my aunt is my aunt, and my younger brother is my younger brother!" Zhu Minglang took a deep breath and said.
"Well, the words you said in the mourning hall just now are handsome. The faces of the father and son and Mrs. Zhao are really disgusting and bullying too much!" Fang Niannian said.
Zhu Minglang looked at Fang Niannian and was stunned for a moment.
Chapter completed!