C445 Look at the Face of the World

Zhuang Shiren felt that his words didn't receive much response. He knew that it was his bad reputation.

It wasn't the first time something like this had happened, although he was already used to it. But I still feel a little sad. Although he was a divine thief, he had his own principles. He would not do those things, or else he would not have lived to this day.

However, in the martial arts world, not only could swords and swords kill people, sometimes even tongues.

When he first met the girl in his memory, she was the one who wanted to hang her beam and commit suicide, but he did not have the heart to save her. The two of them fell in love at first sight. Until today, he still remembered the small mole on her ear.

That day, she was forced to marry a cripple as a concubine, a violent cripple, but she was the young master of a powerful family.

She would rather die than marry such a person.

He liked her stubbornness and beauty, and she liked to hear his stories of robbing the rich and helping the poor. Although some of them were fabricated by him to make her happy, she still listened with joy, joy, and laments.

Why did good scenes not last long?

Three days later, he was discovered when he snuck into his room at night.

Although the two of them were merely holding hands in the night sky, they were called "adulterers and lascivious women" by the people who surrounded them.

This was the first time the fury in his heart burned so fiercely. He rushed out and shouted loudly, "All of you get out of my way, don't delay me from plucking the flowers." He only wanted to kill to his heart's content.

What he did not expect was that his opponents had quite a few tough hands, and his forte was not killing people's martial arts.

Actually, it was not impossible to escape, but he wanted to kill his enemies and take her away with him.

Five enemies surrounded and attacked him. He remembered that the first wound on his body was caused by the large knife in the hand of a bearded man, but he also hit his opponent's nose at the same time, making it impossible for him to fight for a short period of time.

However, after a slight pause, the two men who were led by his opponent added two more wounds on his body.

That night, he felt as if the blood on his body was about to flow out, but he still did not retreat. Even the other party was puzzled: It's just picking flowers, do you need to put in so much effort?

Until he heard the maid's exclamation, his opponent's attack also stopped for a moment.

He turned his head and saw her smiling face under the moon as she leaped down from upstairs.

He understood her from her eyes.

He had given her these few days of life. What was even more rare was that she had been so happy for the past few days.

Now, in the end, she still had to walk the path she hadn't finished yet.

Zhuang Shiren did not turn around to take a look. Instead, his eyes were filled with tears. He turned around and left. Because he knew that she had sacrificed herself to give him a chance to escape. She knew that he was unwilling to escape because of her, so she felt very happy and satisfied.

Finally, a hero appeared in her life. Even if it was a tragedy, wasn't it even more tempting?

Furthermore, the current death was ten thousand times better than the self-destruction of the hanging beam that was filled with resentment a few days ago.

If she was such a woman who knew how to be content, why would she still fight with her death?

He could not guess, nor could he understand. Only, he knew that there was an additional damaged wound in his heart.

Since then, Zhuang Shiren had memorized the name of the Flower Picking Pirate. He didn't feel ashamed, but rather proud.

However, that was just a title he had given himself. He was an "honor" flower picker.

Seeing Zhang Jingxuan's perfunctory attitude, Zhuang Shiren did not waste any more time. He bowed to the ground, then raised his head and touched his face. Zhang Jingxuan was a little surprised to find that the old man had disappeared. A man with a pale face appeared in front of him. He was about thirty years old. His eyes were bright, and there was a long scar on his thin face.

"It's been eight years. This is the first time I've shown my true face to someone. Cult Master Zhang, I cannot thank you for your kindness. I will resign. As you said, we will meet again in the future."

After saying that, Zhuang Shiren wiped his face again. The man had already disappeared. An ordinary man with a bloated face appeared in front of him. Even his eyes showed that he was stupid. He turned around and left in a daze, but his speed was as fast as a gust of wind.

Zhang Jingxuan saw Zhuang Shiren's true appearance and was surprised by his miraculous disguise technique. When he turned around and left, he forgot to say goodbye.

Perhaps the rumors in the martial world could not be believed. Looking at Zhuang Shiren's appearance, he did not look like a rapist.

It could only be said that this was a world where one looked at one's face.

However, he still had more important matters to attend to, and Zhang Jingxuan did not want to bring anyone with him at this moment. Therefore, although he felt a bit regretful, he could only continue on his way.

Furthermore, he realized that he had forgotten one thing - the martial arts grand occasion that Ye Wangyun mentioned. He still did not know where it would be held and exactly which day it would be held.

He had been thrown into a corner again. Helpless, he could only shake his head and think about what to do first.

As they travelled in the wind and in the wilderness, Zhang Jingxuan had unknowingly arrived at the boundary of Zhejiang. After entering Jinhua Prefecture, Jin Hua Prefecture, Lanxi Prefecture, Dongyang Prefecture, Yigu Prefecture, Yongkang Prefecture, Wuyi Prefecture, Pu River Prefecture, and Tangxi Prefecture. There was another name for it.

In the cities and towns along the way, the local customs and customs were different, and the population gradually became more and more dense. Along the way, the people they met also seemed to not lack food and clothing. Not to mention the fact that many of the residential buildings were clean and tidy, there were even paintings of mountains and rivers on the walls of the houses. It was enough to show that apart from the rich resources of the residents in this area, there was also the aura of a book's culture.

However, Zhang Jingxuan had long heard that the taxes in Jiangzhe were very low, and there were even some that were directly exempted. The burden on this side of the people was lighter, which meant that the power of the entire country had increased a little. Overall, it was hard to say whether it was a good thing or not.

Reaching Immortal Flower Mountain in the north of Pu Jiang City, Pu Jiang County could be seen at a glance in the basin under their feet. It had to be said that it just looked like this was a treasure land.

In the middle of the three sides of the mountain, Pu River County was like an orchid, a solitary valley.

Zhang Jingxuan knew what kind of place Zhengyi Sect was.

The first Zheng family in Jiangnan, which was bestowed by Emperor Hong Martial, governed the family with filial piety. From South Song until today, they lived and ate together for fifteen lifetimes. During their heyday, more than three thousand people ate a pot of rice and lived harmoniously with each other. The whole family rose at dawn. The bell tolled in all directions, and they showered eight times. All of them went to the ancestral hall to listen to their ancestors' teachings. Only after that did they split up and eat together. After the meal, they went to their own jobs, planted mulberry seeds, and worked hard to pass down their teachings. It was orderly, and it had been growing continuously for more than 300 years.

When the descendants of the Zheng family come out, they will use dirty ink to spread their name. When they are born, they will remove their family name. When he or she dies, he or she will not be allowed to enter the ancestral hall. "It was said that there were more than a hundred officials from the Zhengyi Sect in the three generations of history, Song, Yuan, and Ming. All of them were corrupt and lawless. They were all loyal to the government and were honest.

Unfortunately, there was no such thing as a banquet that would not end. Today, everyone in the world was no longer as glorious and traditional as before. It was just like the world that was on the verge of collapse.