It's just that he's gone now.
No matter how big this kind of thing is, it is impossible to really pay for it in the end.
What relieved Bai Xin a little was that Zhu Minglang came back and stood in front of him alive.
What's more, on the first day Zhu Minglang returned to the imperial capital, he killed Hao Shaocong in the street, which would cause even more trouble for Zhu Minglang and Zhu Tianguan.
This account can be settled slowly with Hao's father and son, this is the most stupid way.
Hao's father and son knew that Zhu Minglang was not easy to mess with, so they put away the arrogance and hypocrisy at the beginning.
Hao Shaocong's eyes were full of anger, but in the end he had no choice but to walk into the mourning hall under his father's coercion.
Kneel down and kowtow.
Knock out a hundred so far.
Zhu Minglang was standing at the mourning hall, looking at a young man lying quietly in the wooden coffin...
"Knock harder." Zhu Minglang turned around and said coldly to Hao Shaocong.
Hao Shaocong was full of resentment, but in the end he hit his head heavily on the ground, causing his forehead to bleed.
"Zhu Tong, this is the person who killed you. I will participate in the power competition in a few days, and I will definitely let him go down to apologize to you personally!" Zhu Minglang did not whisper these words, but Said directly in front of everyone in the mourning hall.
Haoyong, Mrs. Zhao and other people who came to the funeral looked at Zhu Minglang in horror.
Is Zhu Minglang swearing in public that he will kill Hao Shaocong
How could there be such a rampant disregard for the law
"Zhu Minglang, my son just accidentally killed your bloodless brother. You said such a thing in public, did you ignore me, Haoyong and Zi Zonglin?" Haoyong said angrily.
"My uncle and aunt have only one child like this in their lifetime, but your Haoyong son has three. What is wrong with me?" Zhu Minglang asked back.
"I said it was a miss!"
"Don't worry, I also missed the day I met me." Zhu Minglang laughed.
If you miss this kind of nonsense, you can just lie to yourself.
When looking at Zhu Tong's body just now, Zhu Minglang saw the scars that even makeup couldn't cover up, even wearing expensive burial clothes, he could see them clearly!
If it was placed before, Zhu Minglang could still believe the words of miss, let him kowtow a hundred heads, and then hand it over to the royal family to deal with.
But after seeing the corpse, Zhu Minglang will never let Hao Shaocong go! !
That's the one who rushed to kill people, and even after death, his limbs were severely damaged. This clearly shows that he has great resentment towards Zhu Tong. Not to mention the murderous intention, he has not stopped even after he is dead.
Such a bad behavior is not a competition of forces, what is even more hateful is that before they show up, their so-called pleading guilty is just like a joke, not to mention hypocrisy, and even mocking Zhu Yushan and Bai Xin !
With things going like this, how do you expect Zhu Minglang to be kind to them
Does any cat or dog dare to run wild on Zhu Men's head now!
"Haoyong, if your dog son wants to withdraw from the competition or hide somewhere else, you can prepare coffins for your other two sons, and I will give you free gifts to those people who played the suona in my family today, so that your family is better than us today. The Zhu family is more solemn!" Zhu Minglang said.
These words silenced the entire mourning hall, including some guests from Dazonglin and Dazumen. They never expected that there would be such an unscrupulous and extremely arrogant person in Zhumen!
For a moment, Haoyong and Mrs. Zhao's faces were ashen, and Hao Shaocong, whose head was covered in blood, had turned from anger to fear.
They had all heard about Zhu Minglang's previous deeds.
This guy has excellent swordsmanship, even the elders have been violently beaten by him, and he has already defeated the peerless geniuses of all major forces at a young age...
Although I heard that he has fallen and lost, I still worry that this little devil in the imperial capital will do some extremely excessive things. After all, he is the son of Zhu Tianguan, and he is completely different from an adopted son like Zhu Tong!
"Zhu Minglang, if you dare to touch my son, you will regret everything I have done!" Hao Yong's face was a little grim, and he was probably too angry to calm down.
"Let's go, don't get entangled with this lunatic." Mrs. Zhao said hurriedly.
"Twenty more." Zhu Minglang stared at Hao Shaocong's back and said coldly.
Hao Shaocong's head was already covered with blood, he was frightened by Zhu Minglang's words just now, but when Zhu Minglang stood behind him, he looked like a ghost executioner in the underworld.
Hao Shaocong believed that if he didn't finish knocking, his head would really fall off. This Zhu Minglang obviously didn't have a sword cultivation base, but he had an extremely terrifying evil spirit on his body, which made Hao Shaocong feel that he Hanging on the back of the neck is an evil sword that seems to have drank an unknown amount of blood and cut an unknown number of souls.
Finally, knock the head off.
Hao Shaocong was a little delirious, but his father helped him up.
"Thank you from the family." At this time, Zhu Minglang said this sentence as if seeing off a guest.
Hao Yong and Hao Shaocong had no choice but to bow to Zhu Yushan and Bai Xin again, and finally left Zhu Tong's mourning hall in shock.
After the father and son left, there were already many people who wished for the door were whispering beside the mourning hall.
"For this kind of scum, it should be like this. 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!" A young caster said the apprentice.
"As expected of Brother Minglang, he repaired this kind of thing without being messy at all, and finally heaved a sigh of relief!"
"Is he really Zhu Minglang?" Some of the younger children hardly recognized Zhu Minglang, and they looked at him curiously.
After all, if you are in Zhumen, you have more or less heard of this name.
…
The arrangement of the ceremony is nothing more than the last respect for the dead.
But the ceremony will eventually end.
He will also completely fade out of everyone's sight, whether it is casual acquaintances or close relatives like Zhu Yushan and Bai Xin.
People are divided into high and low, and once they are in different classes, their lives cannot be judged justly.
After all, Zhu Tong is not a direct descendant, but an adopted son.
Zhu Minglang knew very well that apart from himself, few people would seek justice for him.
Originally, he was still considering whether to participate in the clan competition, but now because of Hao Shaocong, Zhu Minglang had to go.
…
Pass through the gate and go to the half-mountain island of Shuidi Lake.
There were no white lanterns hanging inside, and as in the past, Zhumen maintained the usual solemnity and elegance. The funeral in front of the gate seemed to have nothing to do with the Zhumen behind it.
After all, he is an adopted son, and his uncle and aunt also have no status in Zhumen, they just run some shops in Zhumen in the imperial city.
The willows dance lightly, and in front of it is a stone arch bridge, leading to the inner courtyard of Zhumen.
Zhumen is divided into inner court and outer court.
The inner court is the core of Zhumen, responsible for the inheritance and development of forging art, and the outer court is mainly for the business of casting art shops.
For a long time, the inner court of the Zhumen has been indifferent to the outer court, and with a little disdain.
They deal with their loss, which also has nothing to do with the inner court of Zhumen Hushan Island.
"Zhu Minglang, your family seems to be complicated." Fang Niannian said in a low voice.
She can also see that the outer court and the inner court are like two worlds.
The inner court is like a sacred place isolated from the world in Hushan Island. The loss of the outer court will not affect the inner court at all, as if two unrelated families.
"Our Zhumen used to take in a forging family from a defeated country before, and most of them became slaves. My grandfather did not approve of the slave system, so he separated a family and handed it over to the forging family of the defeated country to run it. It is the outer court that my uncle and aunt are in charge of now." Zhu Minglang explained helplessly.
In Jiting Imperial Capital, there are slave groups in many clans.
And the slave group has no status in the eyes of any force. Even if Zhu Yushan has slowly changed his identity and gradually become a true core member of the Zhu Clan, the entire Jiting Emperor still doesn't take them too seriously. Put it in your eyes.
"Then your uncle and aunt are not relatives?" Fang Niannian asked.
"Uncle Zhu Yushan, formerly known as Yushan, was my father's former schoolmate. My father's views were the same as my grandfather's. He didn't like the slavery of a defeated country, so he always treated him like a brother. He even asked the clan to let him change the idea of a subjugated country. His surname gave birth to the current name Zhu Yushan. My father treated him like a brother, and they always regarded me as their own." Zhu Minglang explained.
In fact, even if the slaves have children, they must be slaves.
Even though Zhu Yushan and Bai Xin had changed their surnames and apparently got rid of their status as subjugated slaves, if they had children, they would still be regarded as slaves by the Jiting Dynasty by default.
That's why they haven't had children for many years.
Their children still cannot wash away the brand of slavery.
"So, as a child of your clan, even if Zhu Tong was killed in the competition, no one would go into it?" Fang Niannian suddenly realized.
Coming from Yaoshan Sword Sect, Fang Niannian's general impression of Zhumen should be extremely powerful, how could it be possible to lose it, and was ridiculed by the murderer like this, did not respect the family of the deceased at all, but was deliberately provocative.
It turned out that Zhumen's outer court was the defeated national slaves. Even if Zhumen accepted them and gave them enough respect and status, they were still a group of lowly slaves in the eyes of outsiders.
Thinking that Zulong City-State might end up like this, Fang Niannian couldn't help but shudder.
Even if you rely on a reasonable family, your life is still worthless.
"What other people think is their business. My uncle is my uncle, my aunt is my aunt, and my brother is my brother!" Zhu Minglang took a deep breath and said.
"Well, what you said in the mourning hall just now, one word, handsome. The faces of the father and son and Mrs. Zhao are really disgusting and deceptive!" Fang Niannian said.
Zhu Minglang looked at Fang Niannian and couldn't help being stunned.
After a while, he said: "I have known you for so long, this is the first time I hear you praise me."