Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 114: The Educational Scene of the Four Families in Fufeng

"What Lord Murong said represents the thoughts of us elders. You must remember this teaching."

The heads of the Chen and Song families glanced at the carriage, but their peripheral vision caught sight of the youths from the other families behind them.

The head of the Yuan family, Yuan Haozong, twisted the ring on his finger and said with a serious expression, "You must also understand that a thief is still a thief, no matter how outstanding or famous he may be. The inner sage and outer king, strict with oneself, lenient towards others, eradicate evil, these are the rules and principles for the children of noble families.

If it weren't for you, why would we, old bones, brave the cold wind to intercept a crippled bandit? It's all for the sake of teaching you how to be a person."

The heads of the families completely ignored the bandit who was already a "turtle in a jar" and focused on educating the juniors.

This scene seemed somewhat amusing.

It was because Xin Zhuo had been too dazzling in the past few days, and no one in the Fufeng Mansion could ignore his brilliance. Especially after the failures of Song Dongxi, Murong Lei, and others, the pride of the four major family's youths had been greatly frustrated. Mentioning Xin Zhuo would only evoke fear or admiration, how could they tolerate that?

"We will remember the teaching!"

The hundreds of young men and women from the four families bowed together, their faces showing relief and determination.

Cui Ying'er, Huang Dagui, and Bai Jianxi exchanged glances, their faces looking grim. In their plans, they definitely did not expect to encounter the four major families blocking their way.

This journey through the rivers and lakes was to broaden their horizons, improve their realm, and then seek a different kind of life.

Especially for the head of the family, whose meridians were severed and martial arts were abandoned, he needed to find a stable place to recuperate.

Cui Ying'er's face tensed up as she drew out her twin daggers, protecting the carriage closely.

"We'll fight if we have to!"

Huang Dagui and the others each drew their weapons, their eyes fierce, exuding the aura of ruthless bandits.

"We can't beat them!"

Murong Xiu sighed and, with a conflicted expression, dismounted his horse and walked towards the four major families. Finally, he knelt in front of Murong Zhe, touching his forehead to the ground. "Please, grandfather, spare us!"

The members of the four major families looked at each other, facing the bandit directly and killing him, or reprimanding and punishing him would be fine. But Murong Xiu, the former young master who had once annihilated nine realms with a single sword, could not be ignored no matter what.

Yuan Haozong and the other three family heads looked at Murong Zhe, their expressions strange.

Murong Zhe stared at Murong Xiu, his eyes filled with a mix of resentment, regret, and coldness. "Do you remember what I said?"

His voice was icy.

Murong Xiu dared not lift his head and replied in a trembling voice, "I remember!"

"Then you should also know that I have lived my whole life with integrity and cannot tolerate any sand in my eyes!"

Murong Zhe, with his broad figure, stood up and lifted his foot, stepping on his own grandson. "Ah Xiu, how can you justify your deceased father? How can you justify the efforts I have put in? A rotten mud can't support a wall. What kind of path are you walking?"

Murong Xiu suddenly raised his head, pushing away Murong Zhe's foot and looking directly at his grandfather. "I am walking my own path. The path you gave me in the past was not what I wanted. The life I have now, I am very happy!"

"Happy?"

Murong Zhe trembled with anger, then sneered, "Is being a bandit happy? Are the children of noble families unwilling to do it? Are the officials of the court unwilling to do it? Your third brother is already a regional governor, your second brother has reached the initial stage of the martial realm, and you... what future do you have? Are you going to follow this cripple Xin Zhuo? Follow a cripple wandering around, only to be executed by the government in the future?"

"The head of the family is not a cripple!"

Murong Xiu looked solemnly at his grandfather. "He was harmed by treacherous people. Who dared to underestimate his abilities and his martial realm in the past? Give him time, and he might be able to lead me to a path..."

Before he could finish his words, Murong Zhe kicked him away, angrily shouting, "Is there still a way out now? For that cripple? With severed meridians, even walking is difficult. Where is the way out?"

After all, considering the relationship between grandfather and grandson, his kick wasn't too heavy. Murong Xiu slid along the ground, though he wasn't injured, he looked disheveled.

"Murong, let's not be bothered by these idiots!"

Huang Dagui angrily shouted, "Get your weapons ready, let's fight them! Damn them, a bunch of lunatics, who's afraid of who?"

This provocative shout was too much, attracting the attention of everyone from the four major families, and the killing intent instantly locked onto them.

"Slap!"

Murong Zhe, still looking at his defiant grandson, casually waved his hand.

Song Dongxi cupped his hands in a salute and walked towards Huang Dagui. With each step, his momentum rose rapidly, quickly reaching the peak of the seventh rank.

"daddy, I'll fight you!"

Huang Dagui was also ruthless. Knowing he was no match, he picked up a wooden knife and was about to charge forward to fight for his life.

"Cough... It's not worth it."

A light cough came from the quiet carriage, along with Xin Zhuo's calm voice.

Huang Dagui stopped.

Song Dongxi also stopped.

Everyone's gaze turned towards the still closed carriage curtain.

Xin Zhuo!

The bandit leader who had caused a stir in the Fufeng Mansion this year, known throughout the region, but had already been defeated.

The curtain was lifted.

Xin Zhuo, with his seemingly frail figure and pale face, walked down while covering his mouth and coughing.

He wasn't just delaying time earlier, but the combination of difficult meridians, breakthroughs, and integrated martial arts along the way was too much for him to bear, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

"Boss!"

Cui Ying'er immediately grabbed his clothes and shook her head slightly.

"It's alright."

Xin Zhuo gently pushed her away and walked forward. When he approached Huang Dagui, he patted his shoulder and said, "Don't panic."

The words "don't panic" had a strange power for Huang Dagui. For the other bandits, it was also an indescribable encouragement.

Huang Dagui instantly relaxed, but still stared fiercely at Song Dongxi, with the appearance of being fearless and putting daddy first.

Xin Zhuo also helped Murong Xiu up, coughed lightly, and said, "Go ahead and give it a try. No one can predict the future."

Finally, he looked at the people from the four major families.

Of course, the people from the four major families were also looking at him. They carefully examined this small bandit who had made a big name for himself.

He did look like he was seriously injured, but there was also an indescribable aura about him that didn't seem like that of a disabled person.

His martial arts should have been abolished, right?

In fact, before Xin Zhuo's martial arts were abolished, those who were not familiar with him couldn't understand his realm level. The perfect concealment of his realm and blood qi fluctuations by the Lunar Serenity Well was like a certain definition.

"Xin Zhuo..."

Murong Zhe slowly spoke. He had countless thoughts in his mind: punishing him, teaching the younger generation, and establishing family principles.

However, before he could finish speaking, Xin Zhuo coughed heavily and waved his hand to interrupt, saying, "I really don't understand the logic of the Four Great Families of the Fufeng Mansion blocking the way and educating a junior. Have you all lived long enough? The longer you live, the more you regress."

The old man Murong Zhe and the other three family heads' expressions suddenly changed. These were insane words. Was it because the pot was broken that they had nothing to rely on?

"Xin Zhuo! You're still as arrogant as before..."

Song Dongxi's body tensed, his eyes sharp, as if he was about to make a move.

However, the next moment, he suddenly flew out, heavily sandwiched between the branches not far away. The terrifying force crushed the branches, and he fell heavily, spitting out blood and fainting on his back.

Deadly silence!

Cui Ying'er, Han Qiniang, who was still dazed, and the others behind them, Murong Xiu and Huang Dagui, looked at the fainted Song Dongxi in surprise, then looked at the head of the family in disbelief.

The head of the family could still make a move...

The young members of the four major families, such as Chen Guiyan and Murong Lei, also looked at Song Dongxi in shock, then turned their difficult gazes towards Xin Zhuo.

"?"

No one saw when Xin Zhuo made his move, but Song Dongxi was sent flying.

Wasn't he supposed to be disabled?

(End of this chapter)