Zhao Rucheng's family was well-off, so he bought a house near the Taoist Academy to live in. He had a dozen servants to attend to his daily needs, so he wasn't often in the dormitory. Du Yehu, on the other hand, wasn't someone who could be easily dealt with once he drank.
Thus, when Jiang Wang returned to the dormitory, he suddenly realized that he was the only one left in the usually noisy dormitory.
After closing the door, he subconsciously glanced at the leftmost bed in the dormitory.
On the bed was an unusually neatly folded clean bedding. The material was no different from the bedding of the others in the dormitory. At the moment, there was no one on the bed, and it would never appear again.
This was Fang Pengju's bed. He came from a wealthy family, but he was never coy or petty. He drank and ate with everyone and was never picky.
The bed opposite Fang Pengju was empty, but there was a lot of luggage piled up on it.
The beds on both sides ended there, with three on each side.
The second bed on the left, next to Fang Pengju's bed, was the messiest in the dormitory. The bedding was casually piled into a ball, and the scattered clothes were just decorations. If you sniffed carefully, you could even smell the fragrance of wine. If you looked down at the bottom of the bed, you could see a neat row of wine jars. Compared to the living environment of the owner of the bed, these wine jars were obviously well taken care of.
The first bed on the left was next to the door, so it was Ling He's bed — he was always responsible for opening and closing the door for everyone. There were a few inconspicuous patches on the bedding, but it was very clean.
The first bed on the right belonged to Jiang Wang. His bedding was similar to Ling He's. Although he hadn't been back for a long time, the bed was still very clean. Obviously, someone often cleaned it. Maybe it was Ling He, maybe it was Zhao Rucheng … or maybe it was Fang Pengju.
The second bed on the right, next to Jiang Wang, belonged to Zhao Rucheng. His bed was unique in the entire dormitory. The bedding and sheets were all high-quality goods from Yunxiang Zhai. On the small bed in the dormitory, there was even a curtain embroidered with gold thread. There was a world of difference between him and Du Yehu.
People who weren't familiar with Zhao Rucheng would probably think that he was difficult to get along with, but in fact, his living standards were too high. Even if he only came to the dormitory occasionally, he wanted it to be as luxurious and comfortable as possible. He had even spent a lot of money to renovate the entire dormitory into a top-notch guest room — if Jiang Wang hadn't beaten him up.
Jiang Wang had spent three years in this dormitory since he entered the Dao Academy's outer sect at the age of 14. He was very familiar with every detail in the room.
Things remain the same, but people have changed.
Jiang Wang was silent for a while. Then he took off his shoes and socks, took off his outer robe, and lay down on his bed.
He was very, very tired, but it was only at this moment that he could finally sleep in peace.
When he wakes up, he floats on the ground, and when he dreams, he waits for the sky.
The entire Maplewood City was square-shaped and orderly. The City Lord's Mansion was at the center, radiating in all directions. The eastern part of the city was the Dao Academy's territory, while the noble families lived in the western part of the city. Most of the people living in the southern part of the city were commoners, while the merchants and rich were mostly gathered in the northern part of the city.
After seeing Jiang Wang walk out of the dean's quiet room safely, Ling He carried Fang Pengju's corpse and left the Dao Academy alone.
When Fang Pengju was alive, he had many friends, but when he died, everyone despised him.
His actions were despicable and vicious, and he deserved to be despised.
Ling He didn't feel wronged for him, but he still felt some heartache.
He used his outer robe to wrap Fang Pengju's body. The outer robe was very old, but it was very clean.
For him, walking from the eastern part of the city to the western part wasn't very far, and he was very familiar with the road to the Fang family's mansion. But Ling He walked very slowly, his footsteps heavy.
He couldn't bear to.
He was the oldest, and he should have taken good care of his four sworn brothers, but he didn't do it.
He still remembered the scene of the five sworn brothers by the Green Willow River, and the brilliant smiles of each of the five brothers.
The Green Willow River was a tributary of the Clear River. It circled around the Ox-Head Mountain, and the water in the river was very clear. It could reflect young faces and young hearts. That year, they rode on horseback with swords in hand. That year, they drank and chatted. There were countless times when they sparred in martial arts, and countless nights when they chatted by candlelight.
They promised to enter the Inner Academy together, to ride the Sword Azure Destiny together, and to transcend mortality and become saints together. Those memories, those … promises.
Ling He had never thought that there would be a day when the five of them, who were so congenial and affectionate, would turn against each other and face each other in life and death.
How was this possible?
He thought.
He couldn't understand, but he carried Fang Pengju's cold body and finally walked to the Fang family's gate.
"What are you doing here?" The gatekeeper stopped him and asked.
The Fang family's mansion was very tall, high up in the sky.
"Oh." Ling He carried Fang Pengju's body, and lowered his head slightly to express his greeting, "Fang Pengju has passed away, and I'm bringing his body back for your family's burial."
If no one collected the body, the body would be taken to a mass grave by the government to be disposed of. That was the favorite place for heterodox demons, and it was hard for them to be at peace after death.
But Ling He didn't need to say this. He wasn't someone who liked to show off, and didn't think that this was any merit.
The gatekeeper's expression changed, and he slammed the door shut. A voice came from behind the door, "Take him away! Old Master said he's not allowed to enter! "
"Little brother." Ling He said sincerely, "Please report to your master again. No matter what, Pengju is still of the Fang family's bloodline. They might have said it in a moment of anger, and won't ignore it. "
The gatekeeper seemed to hesitate for a moment, "I'll go ask again … … don't take the chance to barge in!"
"Little brother, please don't worry."
Ling He carried Fang Pengju's body, and stood in front of the Fang family's door, listening to the footsteps leave in a hurry.
He lowered his head and looked at Fang Pengju's cold face, "Pengju, look at what you've done. Even if you're dead, no one will remember your good deeds. Detestable. "
After a long time, the gatekeeper's voice came from behind the door again.
"Old Master said." He thought for a moment, and repeated the tone of the Fang family's master, "He's already dead, what's the point of bringing him back?"
Ling He was stunned for a moment, and mumbled, "The Fang family is a respectable family, and should give Pengju some face."
"Old Master said, he already knows the cause of Fang Pengju's death. This kind of heartless and unjust person is not of the Fang family! "
"But he is of the Fang family." Ling He said.
"Leave!" The gatekeeper threw out a handful of knife coins, "If you continue to pester us, we'll report it to the government!"
The knife coins fell to the ground with tinkling sounds, attracting everyone's attention. If it was used to simply bury a corpse, it would be more than enough. The extra money would be a tip.
This was the Fang family's attitude.
Ling He was silent.
He did not try to say anything else.
He was very poor, and had been poor since he was young. He was very short of money. His only intact outer garment was wrapped around Fang Pengju's body, and his inner garment had many patches. He stood in front of the magnificent Fang family's door, like a poor relative who had been rejected.
He carried Fang Pengju's body, and turned to leave.
From beginning to end, he did not look at the knife coins.
This was Ling He's attitude.
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