Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 14: What's the point of fighting without anger?

"Old friend?"

Zhuang Bu Ran tilted his head lazily:

"Aren't so-called old friends people who should no longer appear in our lives? In other words, the dead."

For a moment, Hong Qigong was silent, not knowing what to say, but he also found that this boy's rebellious and evil character was more and more like the old friend who had lived in the East China Sea for a long time.

While the two were talking, Huang Rong saw a middle-aged beggar who had suddenly arrived. He had only four fingers on his right hand, and his index finger was missing. She felt a little moved and took action immediately.

She quickly picked up a beggar's chicken from the fire, removed the dry mud, revealing the tender and plump chicken meat, and then walked forward and handed it over.

"Old man, he has always been arrogant and rude, and has no idea what etiquette is. He deserves a beating. I will give you this beggar's chicken."

"You are a sensible girl."

Hong Qigong couldn't help swallowing his saliva in front of the delicious food. Without saying much, he took it happily and ate the whole beggar's chicken in no time.

On the other side, Zhuang Buyan also started to eat slowly. Although he ate in a very graceful manner, his speed was not much slower than Hong Qigong. The beggar's chicken in his hand turned into a pile of chicken bones at his feet.

"It's wonderful! After eating this beggar's chicken, the old beggar feels that all the beggar's chickens he ate before were wasted." Hong Qigong praised repeatedly.

Huang Rong smiled brightly and complimented:

"It is a great honor for this beggar chicken to be eaten by the elder."

"You are a very well behaved girl, and you speak very sweetly, unlike this boy."

Hong Qigong glanced at Zhuang Bu Ran, then took out a few golden darts from his pocket and handed them to Huang Rong:

"Not long ago, I ran into a few people fighting. One of them was very wealthy and the darts he fired were all laced with gold. I just happened to be holding a dart, which was just enough to deal with the beggar's chicken."

"I have always respected the elderly and loved the young. I just treated the beggar's chicken as a treat for the elders. How could I accept this?"

Huang Rong pretended to be sad:

"Old Senior, do you think I'm the same arrogant, conceited, and overbearing bastard I am?"

When Hong Qigong heard this, he stared at Huang Rong's eyebrows, then looked at Zhuang Buran:

"Old beggar, you two should be quite related, at least blood relatives, but why do you have such an attitude?"

"Who are we blood relatives? His last name is Zhuang and mine is Huang. This guy is just a big bastard who eats for free." Huang Rong was like a kitten with its fur standing on end.

"So, you two are not together?" Hong Qigong looked suspicious.

"Whoever is with him gets annoyed when they see him. They wish God would send down a thunderbolt to take him away." Huang Rong said hatefully.

Guo Jing quickly explained:

"Senior, Brother Zhuang is just not easy to get close to, and he has some minor conflicts with Rong'er. Please don't misunderstand."

"Well, I always say that Huasheng is a good person and never owes anyone anything. You are an interesting girl and suit my taste. Tell me what your wish is." Hong Qigong said in a friendly manner.

Huang Rong said with a smile:
"What's a beggar's chicken? I have a few specialties that I'd like to ask you to taste. There's a market not far away, so why don't we go together?"

Hong Qigong was overjoyed when he heard this and nodded repeatedly: "Very good, very good."

"The famous Nine-Fingered Beggar turned out to be so greedy. I heard that the missing index finger was caused by greed. In the end, he was unable to control his appetite." Zhuang Bu Ran said suddenly.

"Mr. Zhuang, you want to cause trouble, don't you?" Huang Rong said unhappily.

"Are you feeling guilty?" Zhuang Bu Ran said, as if he had understood something.

"You know this Nine-Fingered Divine Beggar is greedy and wants to take advantage of him. After all, he doesn't even want to owe you a favor by eating a beggar's chicken for free. If you let him eat for free meal after meal, I'm afraid all your wishes will come true."

"Let me think about it, what exactly do you want to do?"

He paused for a moment, then immediately looked as if he had suddenly realized something:

"Could it be that you want to become my disciple and become the successor of the Northern Beggars, learn all the unique skills of the Beggars' Sect, and then become the next leader of the Beggars' Sect and reach the pinnacle of life?" Zhuang Bu Ran's eyes were full of wonder.
"Tsk tsk, I really underestimated you. In a blink of an eye, you've already figured out a grand plan to become the leader of the world's largest gang."

"You are slandering me. I have no intention of becoming the leader of the Beggars' Sect."

Huang Rong was angry that Zhuang Buyan had exposed her desire to learn martial arts, but she was also afraid that Hong Qigong would misunderstand her and think that she had some ambition to become the leader of the Beggars' Sect. So she immediately spoke out her thoughts:
"Yes, I heard that the Nine-Fingered Divine Beggar is a senior master who is elusive, so I thought of asking him to teach me a few tricks. Then, I will use the martial arts I have learned to teach you a lesson."

When she said this, tears welled up in her eyes:

"Who made that shameless old fellow pass on all his powerful martial arts to you? I just won't accept it. After I learn it, I plan to defeat you thoroughly and prove it to him."

"It's really rare that you actually cried."

Zhuang Bu Ran remained indifferent and said in a very unromantic way:

"I was thinking that a fair-skinned, beautiful, clever and cute girl like you would cry for a long time after getting punched."

"You can show me now without any need to do anything."

As soon as these words were spoken, Guo Jing's distressed expression froze instantly, and even Hong Qigong was stunned. He really didn't expect that the young man in green robes could say such words, but he also heard from the conversation between the two that they did have a deep connection.

After hearing this, Huang Rong was so angry that she couldn't help but hold back the tears in her eyes, and said with gritted teeth:
"As expected of you, you constantly shatter my original opinion of you. You have such a bad temper. I really want to see the day when you are dead on the street."

Zhuang Bu Ran chuckled, his eyes moving back and forth between Huang Rong and Guo Jing.

"What do you mean?" Huang Rong asked angrily.

"It's nothing special. I just feel that if things continue like this, you might not see the day I die on the street, but there's a chance I'll be collecting your body one day."

Zhuang Bu Ran reminded seriously:

"But don't worry, I don't like to meddle in other people's business. As long as you don't die in front of my house, I won't bother to collect your body."

"Damn it, who asked you for help?" Huang Rong was so angry that her head was buzzing, and she retorted without thinking.

Then he reacted suddenly and gritted his teeth:
"Do you think I can't outlive you?"

"I don't care about anything in this world, and I'm always carefree and free. Why do you think you can outlive me?"

Zhuang Bu Ran had a lazy look on his face:
"Practicing martial arts can help prolong your life, but you're so lazy and unfocused. I find it hard to believe you can outlive me."

Huang Rong's lips trembled when she heard this, and she was obviously furious.

"Besides, just like when I quarrel with you now, I will only feel happy, and you..."

Zhuang Bu Ran shook his head slightly, with a look of pity on his face:

"You don't even understand that anger is harmful to your health."

"Oh, how hateful!"

Huang Rong was furious and wanted to attack Zhuang Bu Ran with her claws and teeth bared. Guo Jing quickly hugged her around the waist and sincerely advised:
"Rong'er, you know how powerful Brother Zhuang's martial arts are. As the old saying goes, if you have green mountains, you won't be short of firewood. Let's just be patient for now."

"Don't stop me. Today, either he dies or I die." Huang Rong looked like she could no longer tolerate it.

"Boy, this is how you treat your own sister. This old beggar can't stand it."

Hong Qigong said with a serious expression:
"Didn't your elders tell us what it means to care and show love?"

A smile appeared on Zhuang Bu Ran's face:
"Finally succeeded. Zhuang has been teasing this little girl for so long, just to have a go at the Northern Beggar."

"Come, help the little girl who owes you a favor to vent her anger. If you can beat me to death, that would be even better."

"If you just want to have a simple fight, why do this? Just say it clearly. The old beggar is also a martial arts lover." Hong Qigong frowned.

"What's the point of fighting without passion?"

Zhuang Bu Ran laughed loudly, all his muscles and bones vibrated, and he was the first to throw a powerful punch.

(End of this chapter)