Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 129 Whether in life or in business, the two most important words are fairness.

outside the hall.

Zhuang Buran stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the surrounding pavilions and palaces.

Having thoroughly ravaged the Wushen Jue Palace, Wuming had regained his normal walking posture. Upon seeing the white-haired, black-robed man halting, his heart skipped a beat, and he spoke slowly:
"A stone will break if it is boiled in fire and soaked in water repeatedly. Similarly, in the arena of power, there is no affection, only fame and fortune. In the end, it is all for naught."

"Just like you in the past, you are now completely devoid of godhood. This is the worldly fame, fortune and wealth. You can't take them with you when you're born, and you can't take them with you when you die. Once you develop an attachment to them, you will only harm yourself and others."

The white-haired man in black robes suddenly smiled:
“Brother Wuming, you seem very insightful. You are so righteous, tenacious, indifferent to fame and fortune, and have the world in your heart. I would like to give you eight words: ‘Heavenly Sword Wuming, crippled but not useless.’”

"I hope that you can become a role model of perseverance despite your disability, just like you are now, and that you can get back up after several setbacks."

Wuming gave a bitter laugh:
“Brother Xiong, if I hadn’t been facing you, I would have been more confident and wouldn’t have had my skills ruined again.”

"Very confident. I have now witnessed your prowess as a swordsman. I almost forgot that the reason you are known as a martial arts legend is that you were invincible in your youth."

The white-haired man in black robes spoke slowly and deliberately:

"Tianjian Wuming learned swordsmanship at the age of sixteen, created his own mysterious sword technique, and obtained the Hero Sword by chance, defeating countless masters."

He married at the age of nineteen. Because he was known in the martial arts world for his ruthless and domineering swordsmanship, he incurred countless grudges and was besieged by the three major families and seven major sects of the martial arts world at Mount Huang.

"However, the result was unexpected by everyone! They defeated the ten leaders, killing or seriously injuring them, which led to a period of depression in the martial arts world."

"As a swordsman who fought his way to the point of extinction in the martial arts world, how can he not be considered a legend of the martial arts world?"

The nameless man's bitter smile deepened:
"These are all unpleasant memories from my youthful days, let's not bring them up again."

The white-haired man in black robes glanced sideways at his daughter and disciple behind him, then his gaze fell on the nameless man:

"Therefore, since you have become a Buddha from the Demon King, you should also have some trust in me. Who knows, I might become like you, and start to be indifferent to fame and fortune, and have the world in my heart."

The nameless man spoke frankly and openly:
"Brother Xiong is a man of deep thoughts, never revealing them, making him difficult to fathom. I can only let time slowly build my trust in you."

"Heh heh, doing good is like rowing against the current, while doing evil is like a river flowing downhill," the white-haired, black-robed man laughed.

“Brother Wuming, since you are so confident in your martial arts skills and believe that you will no longer suffer the calamity of losing your skills, how about I make a bet with you?”

"What bet?" Wuming asked, puzzled.

"I bet you'll encounter another formidable enemy in the future, and your skills will be crippled." Zhuang Buran raised an eyebrow slightly.

"If you are robbed, you will owe me two more promises that do not violate principles or harm morality."

Without the slightest hesitation:

“If I had not suffered this calamity, I would not ask you to have the world in your heart. I only ask that you continue to live in seclusion, just as you have for the past five years.”

"Sigh, Brother Wuming, you've gone too far, but that doesn't stop me from making things difficult for you."

The white-haired man in black robes' words instantly made You Ruo burst into laughter. Qin Shuang, who was somewhat used to it, was alright, but Bu Jingyun felt that someone's personality had changed so much that he almost didn't recognize him anymore.

Wuming's face darkened, and he said:
Even if you win the bet, you would still offer your full support, just like you do now, right?

"I never help others for free, and I certainly don't like meddling in other people's business for no reason." Zhuang Buran chuckled and held up three fingers:
"That's another price."

Upon seeing this, You Ruo quickly turned around, her shoulders twitching with laughter.

Seeing Qin Shuang's barely suppressed chuckle, Bu Jingyun finally understood why someone had made things so difficult for him earlier. He felt inexplicably better, because even a legendary figure in the martial arts world had suffered repeated setbacks.

“You Ruo, Shuang’er, this smoky and chaotic Wushen Palace is not very interesting. Now that Jue Wushen is dead, his son Jue Xin will most likely catch up with his father on the road to the Yellow Springs. This trip is a complete success, and we can go home.”

The white-haired man in black robes walked slowly down the stone steps with his hands behind his back.

Qin Shuang immediately looked at Bu Jingyun:
"Junior Brother Yun, what exactly are you planning to do?"

"Senior Brother Yun, why don't you bear with it for now?" You Ruo suddenly suggested.
"We've already made it through so many years, so what's a little more time?"

The three of them couldn't help but look deeply at You Ruo.

"Is there something wrong with what I said?" Youruo asked tentatively.

"It would be best if Miss Youruo didn't try to emulate your father's temperament too much," Wuming said with a troubled expression.

"Junior sister, your martial arts skills are not as high as Master's. If you were to learn his way of handling things, I'm afraid..." Qin Shuang hinted meaningfully, stopping short of saying anything more. You Ruo smiled knowingly.
"I always feel like you're making things difficult for me. It's not a given that a daughter should resemble her father."

Bu Jingyun made a decisive decision:
“Junior Brother Feng has mastered the Demon Blade, and can shift all the acupoints. If he wakes up, I alone will not be able to subdue him. Let’s take him to Ruoshui Residence first.”

You Ruo and the others immediately realized that Bu Jingyun's attitude had softened, so they didn't say anything more and went to chase after the white-haired, black-robed man who was walking further and further away.

Three days later.

Ruoshui lives outside.

Zhuang Buran lay leisurely under the old peach tree, while Bu Jingyun walked out of the courtyard with a sullen expression, only to find several people lurking suspiciously at the entrance.

Besides You Ruo and Qin Shuang, there was another woman who was exceptionally beautiful.

Her skin was as white as snow, her eyebrows as dark as distant mountains, and her eyes as clear as autumn water. The corners of her eyes drooped slightly, giving her a gentle and melancholic air. There was a light red butterfly-shaped birthmark from the corner of her left eye to her cheekbone, which was none other than Second Dream.

Yesterday, I passed through Zhonghua Pavilion and finally found Taolin.

"Senior Brother Shuang, do you think Senior Brother Yun can really cry?" You Ruo whispered from behind the door.

“Since Junior Brother Yun has approached Master, he must have some confidence,” Qin Shuang replied uncertainly.

Second Dream sighed softly:
"I've discovered that your master's temperament is even more wicked than that of the First Evil Emperor."

On the other side, Bu Jingyun walked up to the white-haired man in black robes, bowed his head, and said:

"I can't cry."

"I have taught you for so many years, how could I not know that you would never cry unless you were at your most heartbroken and saddened?"

The white-haired man in black robes raised his hand and flicked his wrist, causing the wine on the table beside him to transform into a transparent curtain of water.
"Considering our long-standing teacher-student relationship, I will lend you a hand; otherwise, you will accuse me of being cold-blooded and heartless."

He gently tapped the water curtain with his fingertips, and the ripples created a soothing and melodious tune.

Immediately, not only was Bu Jingyun stunned, his face filled with indescribable grief, but the three people behind the courtyard gate were also like that.

They all recalled their most painful and heartbreaking memories. You Ruo and Di Er Meng were the first to cry out, and Qin Shuang also began to shed tears uncontrollably. Then, Bu Jingyun could no longer suppress his grief and silently shed tears.

All sorts of upsetting things came to mind, such as losing a mother or father, or the pain of losing a loved one.

After an unknown amount of time, the four people with swollen, red eyes stood before the white-haired man in black robes.

"Father, how can you not distinguish between friend and foe?" You Ruo said, sobbing.

Zhuang Buran seemed not to hear, and looked at Bu Jingyun with a smile:
"Jingyun, I never help others for nothing. Since I helped you cry and let this sorrow in your heart last for several months, it shouldn't be too much to ask, right?"

Upon hearing this, Bu Jingyun fell even more silent.

The white-haired, black-robed man's gaze fell upon You Ruo and the other two:

"As for you, since you're all here, you should share the good times and the bad. This Great Sorrow Ode is also a song to temper your heart. Letting out a good cry will help relax your mind and body."

"Master, why do I feel that the sorrow in my heart has not lessened?" Qin Shuang said helplessly.
"Am I going to be sad for a few months too?"

“Father, I think so too,” Youruo immediately said.

“Senior, I feel the same way,” Second Dream said, choking back tears.

"Whether in life or in business, the two most important words are fairness." Zhuang Buran smiled broadly.

"By the way, a few months is just a figure of speech. If you can't get rid of this sorrow, it will last for seven or eight years at the very least, and you may even die of depression. But with your talent and understanding, you can get rid of it in a year at most."

The listeners were deeply moved, and tears welled up in their eyes again.

Upon seeing this, the white-haired man in black robes laughed gleefully and looked at Bu Jingyun:
"Why aren't you kowtowing and paying your respects? I've been looking forward to this moment for a long time, as your disciple who is most like me."

Upon hearing this, Bu Jingyun clenched his fists, but after hesitating for a moment, he finally made the grand gesture of kneeling and kowtowing three times and nine times, before gritting his teeth and saying:

"Greetings, my esteemed teacher."

"Good disciple, I love seeing you grit your teeth in hatred, yet be utterly helpless." The white-haired man in black robes clapped his hands and laughed.

(End of this chapter)