The Gate of Good Fortune was located at the Dripping Lake, and one of the cities, the Dripping Lake, was located around this peaceful lake.
Willow trees rustled in the wind, and the scenery was pleasant. The Droplet Capital City had always had the most comfortable climate. Some wealthy merchants were even willing to spend all their wealth to purchase a house near the Droplet Lake, all for the sake of basking in the spiritual charm of the Droplet Lake and enjoying the tranquility of the bustling Imperial Capital.
Along the long street of the Dripping Lake, at the end of the street was the Gate of Good Fortune, which had the best scenery of the Dripping Lake.
The Gate of Good Fortune could be said to be located in the middle of the bustling city in the first half, while the latter half was completely within the island in the middle of the lake. Tall and luxurious pavilions and terraces were faintly discernible among the tall weeping willows, quiet and elegant.
Only, the sound of the suona, like the cry of the crows, reverberated in front of Zhu Minglang's door. When Zhu Minglang stepped into the main door, he saw rows and rows of shocking white lanterns …
Some carriages made of strange beasts were parked in front of the wide Gate of Good Fortune. Group after group of high officials and nobles were entering the Gate of Good Fortune. In front of the Gate of Good Fortune was a white-haired couple.
Their faces were gloomy, and they were only speaking to the guests out of numb etiquette.
Their eyes were extremely empty, as if their souls were not in their bodies.
There was an endless stream of people coming to mourn. White sails, black words, accompanied by the sorrowful suona …
It was clearly a funeral!
Whose funeral??
Zhu Minglang's footsteps involuntarily quickened.
He walked towards the Gate, his gaze fixed on the white-haired couple.
At first, the couple did not notice Zhu Minglang. When they saw the young man's appearance, there was finally some light in their empty eyes!
"Uncle, Auntie …" Zhu Minglang looked at them and suddenly felt as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat, and he could not speak.
"Little Lang?" The couple suspected that they had seen wrongly, and confirmed again and again.
Finally, the couple ran down the stairs at the same time. It seemed that only by touching Zhu Minglang's temperature could they confirm that he was alive!
"Uncle, Auntie, who are you holding a funeral for?" Zhu Minglang asked.
Zhu Minglang had a very bad feeling at this moment.
His uncle, Zhu Yushan, and his aunt, Bai Xin, did not have any children. They treated him like their own child.
Later on, when they were almost forty years old, Zhu Yushan and Bai Xin decided to adopt an orphan who had joined the Zhu Clan as their adopted son, named Zhu Tong.
Zhu Tong had been sensible and obedient since she was young. Although her aptitude wasn't the best, she had always been grateful to Zhu Yushan and Bai Xin. She was even more respectful towards her cousin …
When Zhu Minglang saw the white lanterns and the words written on them, he felt that something was wrong.
"You're back, you're back."
Wrinkles appeared on Zhu Yushan's face. He was clearly grieving, but because he saw Zhu Minglang, he became excited and happy.
Bai Xin was the same. She grabbed Zhu Minglang's arm and was unwilling to let go, as if her child had finally returned from his travels.
"Uncle, Auntie, where's Zhu Tong?" Zhu Minglang asked again.
At this moment, a man riding a Rocky Horn Dragon came up to them. He had half a beard and was holding a fan decorated with jade ornaments in his hand.
Beside him was a young man with pitch-black eyes and a cold expression. He was wearing a pitch-black outfit.
"Brother Yushan, Brother Yushan, it's my brother's fault. My son has been raising vicious dragons all this time. Most importantly, he really didn't know that the kid with yellow hair was your adopted son. For this reason, I've specially asked you to bring me a bramble and ask for forgiveness. I hope Brother Yushan won't take pity on the old relationship. You can punish me however you want!" said the half-bearded man with a pained expression.
Zhu Yushan and Bai Xin looked over and saw that the young man in the pitch-black outfit was indeed carrying a bundle of brambles on his back. The brambles were piercing his skin …
However, what was the point of bringing a bramble and asking for forgiveness?
He was only injured on the surface. He would be fine after applying some medicine, but Zhu Tong would have to sleep in the cold wooden coffin forever!
"My condolences, my condolences. In every competition, there will always be people who accidentally lose their lives. Brother Zhu Yushan, please don't ruin the relationship between the Zhu Sect and Zi Zonglin because of this." At this moment, a madam wearing a royal robe said.
"That's right. It's common for innocent people to get hurt in a sparring match, let alone two disciples who are determined to fight it out. Brother Yushan, feel free to tell us if you have any difficulties. We are indeed in the wrong, "said the middle-aged man with a half-beard.
"I'm not as strong as him, so it's up to fate whether he's dead or alive. Seniors, I know I shouldn't have gone overboard, but Master Dragon Shepard can't control the dragon's bloodthirst well. If I have to bring a bramble and ask for forgiveness every time I win in the future, I might as well cut my own throat first. The other clans and sects shouldn't hold any more tournaments!" the young man in the pitch-black outfit said resentfully.
Right at this moment, a figure suddenly passed through this group of people. His hand suddenly grabbed the throat of this dark-skinned young man, causing his throat bones to crack!
"I'll do it for you. You don't have to kowtow to me!" Zhu Minglang grabbed the young man by the throat. Countless white feathers appeared around him.
The feathers were spinning like blades. They circled around Zhu Minglang. The young man would be sliced to pieces at his command!
"Lang, Lang, you can't do it, you can't do it!" At this moment, Aunt Bai Xin rushed over and hurriedly grabbed Zhu Ming Lang's hand, indicating for him to let go.
"What kind of bastard is this? How dare you commit murder here!" the half-bearded man was enraged. He swung his hand at Zhu Minglang.
A huge seal appeared on his palm. It looked like a blazing door.
In the door, a dragon covered in purple flames opened its mouth and bit towards Zhu Minglang's body.
Bai Xin immediately tried to stand in front of Zhu Minglang, but Zhu Minglang stopped her with a single hand. His eyes suddenly emitted a crimson glow. His aura skyrocketed, like a demon!
"Stegosaurus," he said.
With a shout, a sword broke through the space. A gorgeous shadow flashed out, and before anyone could react, the sword slashed at the purple flame dragon.
The purple flame dragon turned pale with fright. It originally wanted to bite and devour Zhu Minglang, but it didn't dare to come out of the door. It fled back to the Spirit Realm like an earthworm.
"Lang, Lang …" Bai Xin tried to dissuade it again.
At this time, everyone in the courtyard was looking at Zhu Minglang. They were all staring at the dark-skinned young man.
"Isn't that Zhu Minglang???"
"Is that Zhu Tianguan's son, Zhu Minglang, the Swordsman?"
"Didn't the rumors say that he died?"
"Zhu Minglang used to be a little demon in the capital. Even the members of the royal family had their arms and legs cut off by him. The eldest disciple of Zi Zonglin, Hao Shaocong, is in for some bad luck."
"What bad luck? I've never heard that this little demon angered the heavens. His Swordsman was destroyed, and he became a mortal. He's too ashamed to come back!"
Not many people came up to stop the fight. They just stood aside and watched.
This kind of thing happened often between the clans and the Zonglin clans.
In the end, it was all because of the Extreme Court's royal family. The only thing that mattered was who had more power and background.
"Scram and kowtow a hundred times. Otherwise, I will slaughter you and your father together." Zhu Minglang gave him a heavy push and threw the little bastard onto the ground.
Hao Shaocong coughed violently. His face was red, and anger filled his chest. When he finally caught his breath, he stood up and pointed at Zhu Minglang. "Who are you? Zhu Tong's brother?"
At this time, the half-bearded man quickly pulled Hao Shaocong to his side and glared at him, telling him to shut up.
"Father, this man wants to kill me …"
"Shut up!" Hao Yong shouted. Hao Shaocong's face turned pale, and he retreated to the side of the royal lady.
Hao Yong took a deep breath and said apologetically, "So, it's the son of the famous Zhu Tianguan, Zhu Minglang. This time, my son was too angry during the competition, and he accidentally killed Zhu Tong. As his father, I will personally supervise him and make him kowtow a hundred times in front of Zhu Tong's mourning hall. "
"Zhu Minglang?" The royal lady stared at Zhu Minglang and sized him up. In the end, she snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, you're no longer the same as before, and you're still so arrogant. Do you really think that you can do whatever you want in the Imperial City just because Zhu Tianguan and Zhu Xuehen are protecting you?"
"Madam Zhao, get lost as far as you can. If you say one more word that I, Zhu Minglang, don't like to hear, I guarantee that your Zhao Clan will be able to hold a funeral this month." Zhu Minglang said coldly to the royal lady.
They were all old acquaintances, and Zhu Minglang didn't need to be polite with them.
This Madam Zhao was relying on the fact that she was the wife of a member of the royal family to support the father and son of the Hao Clan. Although Uncle Zhu Yushan and Aunt Bai Xin had always been ordinary people, they definitely wouldn't be bullied by others!
She wanted to use her status as a member of the royal family to settle the matter peacefully? Dream on!
"You …" Madam Zhao pointed at Zhu Minglang, but she was so angry that she couldn't say anything.
Most importantly, Madam Zhao was actually a little afraid of Zhu Minglang. Even Zhu Minglang had cut off the limbs of a member of the royal family, let alone her maiden Zhao Clan, which wasn't a part of the royal family.
Zhu Minglang was capable of doing such a thing, and with Zhu Tianguan around, no one would dare to do anything to Zhu Minglang.
"Little Lang, it's good that you're back, it's good that you're back. As for Zhu Tong, sigh, let's go see him first. He's always wanted to see you again. All these years, Zhu Tong has been working hard on his cultivation in order to catch up to you … Sigh, let's go see him and talk to him." Bai Xin's tears fell as she spoke.
How could she not be angry, and not feel sad for her adopted son?
But what could they do?
In the words of those from the royal family, those who died in the Grand Tournament of the various great factions died because their skills weren't as good as others, and an unavoidable accident happened.
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