I play the role of Jiajing in Zongwu: What crime have I committed?

He slammed the table.

"Today, I'm going to give you a good bowel cleansing right here in this teahouse."

After saying that, he grinned maliciously, took a step back, and waved his hand behind him.

He shouted at the four martial artists who looked like guards beside him.

"Hold this kid down, pull down his pants, I want to inspect him in public."

"Yes, young master."

The four guards responded in unison, their faces also displaying lewd smiles.

They moved swiftly, surrounding the area from four directions; they were all eighth-rank martial artists.

One of the guards chuckled sinisterly, "Kid, don't struggle. It's your good fortune to have caught our young master's eye!"

"that is."

The other person grinned.

"Be a good boy and lift your butt up in a bit. If you serve him well, the young master might be in a good mood and reward you with a few coins."

"Blame it on yourself for being too handsome, and of course, for running into my young master. Didn't you bring this on yourself?"

"Kid, if you survive, remember to wear a mask next time you go out, so you don't get into trouble again."

Despite the group's approach, Zhu Houcong remained calm.

He lowered his eyes and fiddled with the wine glass in his hand, as if the others did not exist.

Just as the four guards' filthy hands were about to touch Zhu Houcong's clothes, the air in the entire teahouse suddenly froze.

铮

A new moon suddenly appeared, leaving a lingering image on everyone's retinas.

puff!

Four lines of blood bloomed simultaneously in the air.

The four guards were still charging forward, their lewd smiles still lingering on their faces.

His body suddenly fell apart.

Arms, thighs, and torso were scattered on the ground like disassembled dolls.

By the time Zhu Shou sheathed his knife, the four men had already been chopped into minced meat.

The entire teahouse was deathly silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, but no sound came out.

The arrogant young master who was just moments ago was now ashen-faced.

Looking at the blood flowing over his feet, a foul stench suddenly emanated from his crotch.

Zhu Houcong remained seated in his original position, without even moving the hem of his clothes.

Zhu Shou, however, walked towards the young master.

Every step felt like a death knell.

pat!

The young master was so frightened that he fell to the ground in a pool of blood and crawled backward on his hands and feet.

In the chaos, he touched the mangled flesh of his own guard and let out a piercing scream.

"No...don't come any closer."

He was so frightened that tears and snot streamed down his face; he felt utterly disgusted.

"My father is the leader of the Longyang Sect. If you kill me, you will all be buried with me."

Zhu Houcong was taken aback upon hearing this.

Longyangmen, what a peculiar name! No wonder it has such a homosexual affinity.

However, I just heard the storyteller say that the Longyang Sect is the number one sect in Yizhou, ranking right in front of the Ironclad Sect.

I didn't expect that before even going to Ironclad Gate, they would start by attacking Longyang Gate.

He suddenly chuckled softly, slowly stood up, and looked at the young master with a detached expression.

"Really? How could I not like living!"

After saying that, he turned and walked outside.

Click!

The next second, two crisp sounds rang out.

Zhu Shou had already crushed the young master's kneecap with a clean and decisive step.

"Ahhh!"

Amidst a chorus of agonizing screams, Zhu Shou then ensured that the gay man received the death he deserved.

Using a log from the stairs, the person was pierced through like a whole roasted lamb.

The wood went through his buttocks and came out of his mouth.

Zhu Houcong walked out of the teahouse, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Tonight, let's go and meet Longyangmen first!"

He casually stopped a passerby who was walking in a hurry, and waved a few copper coins between his fingers.

Excuse me, could you tell me how to get to Longyang Gate?

The passerby's eyes lit up when he saw the copper coin.

Upon hearing the words "Longyangmen," his face turned deathly pale, and he waved his hands and retreated.

"N-I don't know."

After saying that, he didn't even want the copper coins and ran away as if he were fleeing.

Zhu Houcong raised an eyebrow and asked several more people, but they either pretended to be deaf or fled in panic.

He looked down at the untouched copper coin in his hand and couldn't help but chuckle.

"interesting."

"Sir, I know where Longyang Gate is."

At that moment, a timid voice came from the corner behind Zhu Houcong.

Chapter 213 Zhu Yuanzhang? From now on, you will be called Zhu Chongba.

Zhu Houcong turned around and looked in the direction of the sound.

A ragged little beggar was hiding in the shadows of the corner.

A pair of exceptionally bright eyes were set in her dirty little face.

Those eyes clearly revealed the word "ambition".

"I know where Longyang Gate is," the little beggar said, mustering his courage once again.

But then he looked around warily and whispered his advice.

"Sir, I just caught a glimpse of what your men were doing in the teahouse. You'd better run!"

“The villains of Longyang Sect kill without blinking an eye; they won’t let you go.”

A hint of amusement flashed in Zhu Houcong's eyes. He slowly squatted down and looked the little beggar in the eye.

"Oh?"

"Then why do you dare tell me?"

"Aren't you afraid of retaliation from the Longyang Sect?"

The little beggar stared intently at the copper coin in Zhu Houcong's hand and said, "I...I'm so hungry."

As he spoke, his stomach kept making rumbling noises.

Zhu Houcong stared at the thin, bony little beggar in front of him, then suddenly chuckled and stuffed all the copper coins in his hand into the beggar's hand.

"May I have your name?"

The little beggar was busy counting his coins and answered without looking up.

"My name is Zhu Yuanzhang."

what?

Zhu Houcong suddenly stood up, staring at the disheveled little beggar in front of him with a strange expression.

He suppressed his shock and examined the object carefully again.

The little beggar was about seventeen or eighteen years old.

Although his clothes were tattered, a hint of wolfishness still lingered between his brows.

This is such a coincidence!

I was just asking casually.

Fate played such a cruel joke on him.

Zhu Houcong narrowed his eyes, gently stroked his chin, and suddenly asked.

"Little beggar, do you know why you've fallen to this state?"

The little beggar shook his head blankly, his dirty little face filled with great confusion.

"Because the karma associated with your name is too great, you can't bear it," Zhu Houcong said meaningfully.

The little beggar seemed to understand, but he instinctively sensed that the person in front of him was extraordinary. He immediately knelt down and pressed his forehead to the ground.

"I'm seeking guidance from an expert."

"Yes, this child is teachable."

Zhu Houcong nodded in satisfaction and stood with his hands behind his back.

"I will give you a name. From now on, you will be called Zhu Chongba."

"The eighth is the act of issuing!"

"Chongba means double outbreak."

"This name will not only protect you, but also help you achieve great success in the future."

Upon hearing this, the little beggar trembled with excitement and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Thank you for bestowing this name upon me. From now on, I will be called Zhu Chongba."

Upon seeing this, Zhu Houcong smiled slightly and lightly stomped his right foot on the ground.

In an instant, an invisible force surged from the ground, steadily lifting Zhu Chongba, who was kneeling on the ground, up.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bow down any further.

"This...this..."

Zhu Chongba stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

He looked down at his dangling knees, then looked up at Zhu Houcong, his eyes gleaming with awe and ecstasy.

In his limited understanding, who else but a god could possess such supernatural powers?

"Stop calling me a master."

With a gentle flick of his sleeve, Zhu Houcong gently placed Zhu Chongba back onto the ground.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his figure appearing even more otherworldly under the sunlight.

"I am the Emperor of Longevity. Today, we are destined to meet; from now on, you shall follow me!"

Zhu Chongba's eyes shone with an unprecedented light, and he quickly and respectfully performed a grand salute.