“That’s right! My brother is a great hero, and you, a coward, dare to frame him! Tell me, who ordered you to do this?” Jiang Xue chimed in from the side, “You scum of the demonic sect, all you know how to do is resort to despicable tricks!”
Fang Zhiyi smiled, and the images of his former neighbors flashed through his mind once again.
"Hero? You dare to call yourself that?! Have you forgotten all those who died in Yangcheng because of you? The Demonic Sect? You are even more despicable than the Demonic Sect!" Fang Zhiyi's face was contorted with rage. Jiang Gucheng frowned slightly, seemingly deep in thought. After a long while, he snorted, "You're trying to frame me for such a ridiculous reason?"
"A ridiculous excuse? Master Jiang, your life is precious, but theirs isn't? Bah!"
"Brother, stop wasting your breath on him, just beat him to death!" Jiang Xue's face was full of arrogance.
Just as they were talking, Fang Zhiyi shot out a hidden weapon. He hoped that he could take Jiang Gucheng down with him, but the difference in strength was obvious, and Jiang Gucheng knocked the hidden weapon away without even moving.
"You, a thug from a humble background, think you can overturn the entire martial arts world?" Jiang Gucheng said with utter contempt.
They wanted to capture Fang Zhiyi and force him to clarify the facts, but no one expected that this thug would so resolutely choose to bite his tongue and commit suicide.
He wanted Jiang Gucheng to carry the infamy of murdering the Old Man of Heavenly Secrets for the rest of his life.
However, things were not as simple as he thought. With his death, Jiang Gucheng turned around and stormed into the branch of the Zhetian Sect, carrying his head. At his call, many righteous sects who wanted to share the benefits also arrived one after another, and the entire branch was engulfed in flames.
Fang Zhiyi's name spread throughout the martial arts world, and Jiang Gucheng's reputation as a chivalrous hero even rose to a new level, while Fang Zhiyi became a villain in storybooks.
Xiao Hei said, "There's another interesting thing."
Fang Zhiyi looked at it.
"The original owner was smart enough. He told an old swordsman in the martial arts world about this matter. Although the old swordsman named Qi Jue was not very good, he was extremely upright. After Fang Zhiyi died, he went alone to the Jiang family in Jiangnan to demand an explanation. Of course, it was not for the original owner, but for the innocent people who died in Yangcheng. The Jiang family couldn't bear to lose face and kicked him out. But Qi Jue did not give up. Instead, he continued to look for Jiang Gucheng. Jiang Gucheng did not dare to do anything to him because of his reputation. However, Qi Jue's repeated harassment made Jiang Xue resentful. She simply poisoned the old swordsman to death."
"They handled this matter very cleanly; no one knows that Qi Jue also died at their hands."
"Brainy enough? Brainy my ass! A thug who doesn't do what a thug should do, he's become a troublemaker instead," Fang Zhiyi cursed. "And he's really screwed over someone."
“I think he’s pretty good. He’s already done a great job to get to this level,” Xiao Hei said. “You can’t call him a troublemaker, can you?”
"Think about it carefully, he's a troublemaker, so what are those江湖客 (jianghu ke)?"
Xiao Hei paused for a moment, then suddenly realized.
"Damn it, thugs are thugs, their methods are all so..." Fang Zhiyi looked up and saw that the street in front of her was deserted. Several constables patrolled with knives on their shoulders, their faces full of solemnity. From time to time, crying could be heard from the houses with white silk hanging on them.
"He had no choice. He's a kid who grew up eating food from everyone he met. He's grown up relying on one family's generosity and another's free meal. The vendors aren't really afraid of him; they just know he's not a bad person." As Xiao Hei spoke, another scene appeared on screen.
Although Fang Zhiyi was nominally a local thug, he would stand up and curse at vendors when they were bullied by out-of-town merchants; he would eat a bowl of noodles from someone, and then, seeing a limping vendor about to pack up, he would curse under his breath but his actions betrayed him as he helped carry the shoulder pole; he would sneer and snatch hawthorn cakes from an old woman's stall, and the old woman, hands on her hips, would glare at his back before bursting into laughter: "You little rascal! Come fix my roof tomorrow!" Fang Zhiyi would wave his hand without turning around to indicate that he understood.
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