Chapter 2494: Walking in the Rain, No Problem

Bao Yi always walked in the rain.

From light rain, gentle rain, he always walked into heavy rain.

Many times it was like this, the further you walked, the more heaven's will wouldn't align with human desires.

He was accustomed to such a damp life.

In his younger days, he was once known as "Piao Yao," standing alongside Chongxuan Mingtu, that unprecedentedly handsome talent from the Chongxuan family.

But unlike Chongxuan Mingtu, who had been smooth sailing before attacking Xia, his growth process was quite bumpy. As a child, he was considered untalented, struggled desperately to prove himself, and was then belittled for his temperament. All the way, things he should have lost and shouldn't have lost, he lost almost everything.

He didn't receive his father's favor, and even because of his overly intense character in his youth, the relationship between father and son developed into hatred. It was after both his elder brother and second brother died, his elder brother's legitimate son also passed away, and his father unfortunately died before completing the goal of "having another one," that it turned to him to succeed the title—

He didn't kill them.

In all the difficult moments of his past life, the most bumpy part was precisely this.

After the death of his eldest son, Bao Bozhao, Bao Yi actually needed to emphasize this sentence.

He wanted to emphasize that the Bao clan did not have patricidal bloodline, wanting to wash away a dirty name that would forever stick to him.

A sentence like "like father like son" could keep him awake all night, hating enough to draw his sword at the third watch.

Clearly, he gained his title upright and proper, clearly he was also in pain to the point of not wanting to live before the news of the deaths of his closest relatives one after another. Even if he didn't succeed to this, with his ability, how could he not strive for a share of title on his own!

Changhua Bo Bao Zonglin respected him like a god, Yingyong Bo Bao Heng was led by him in battle. He could even say semi-publicly that the battle in which Bao Heng was sealed as Bo was because he relinquished his merit.

The Bao clan, one family with three Bos, was a prosperity he created with his own hands.

He was a true man of his time, he was also in his prime. Chongxuan Mingtu reached the peak that year, and he was also standing there looking at the scenery.

But he could never lift his head, because he had a son named Bao Zhongqing.

But he also couldn't lower his head, because when he lowered his head, he thought of Bozhao—that good child, who seemed to still be in swaddling clothes, looking up at him and smiling.

A person who always stretched his neck forward to walk, it was because he was always in embarrassing situations.

Bao Xuanjing's talent was outstanding, as if heaven gave him compensation. He wanted to cultivate this child into the best he could be, not allowing anyone to harm him.

He deeply loved this child, but also couldn't forget that he himself personally erased this child's father, leaving little Xuanjing's impression of his father only that one glance in swaddling clothes…

Did he hesitate before, did he regret before? Was it more pity, or guilt?

No harm in walking in the rain.

Rumble!

Lightning twisted like a crack in the sky.

That green-robed man with a hanging sword then penetrated the crack and came, seeming to split open the gate of heaven.

The dark sky was its long cloak, the black clouds and sudden rain were its wave flags.

Bao Yi looked up, gradually feeling this person getting closer, and the cloudy sky getting farther.

"Bo Ye! Jiang someone has one matter unclear!" The sudden rain divided the curtain, Jiang Wang strolled in, getting straight to the point: "Not sure if you can resolve this doubt?"

Bao Yi stopped in the rain.

After a moment of silence, he smiled: "We are old friends, why is Jiang Zhenjun so polite? What can I answer for Zhenjun, please speak freely!"

Jiang Wang's footsteps didn't stop, his speech was also very direct: "You just walked out of Guanlan Inn, presumably you also know what happened there, and who were involved, who confronted whom—I want to know, why would Miao Rutai from Cangshu County appear there?"

Bao Yi's eyes lifted slightly, then his eyebrows rose, and then there was a hint of sharpness: "I want to know, why does Jiang Zhenjun care about this matter?"

Jiang Wang walked in front of him, just standing here: "I have an enemy, a great enemy of life and death. Its last clue is hidden in that room. Any details related to it, I will care about."

Few things could make Jiang Wang emphasize "life and death enemy," and almost every one of them had fallen under his sword.

Bao Yi must know the seriousness of this matter, know how irreversible this definition was, so he asked: "What does Jiang Zhenjun think?"

Jiang Wang looked at him calmly: "If you say it's an accident, I will believe it's an accident."

Raindrops were like a curtain, drifting in the wind.

Splash, sea waves flipped back and forth, never stopping.

After a moment of silence, Bao Yi chuckled: "Let Jiang Zhenjun see something embarrassing, I sent Miao Rutai to sea."

"Why he went to Guanlan Inn, is probably because he detected some clue there."

"I sent him out to sea to investigate Tian Anping."

"I didn't send only him out to sea, I made preparations, not just this one kind. The ultimate purpose is to collect evidence of Cut Rain Commander Tian Anping's crimes—this time during the Nine Palaces Tianming, the Ba Fu Xian Gong rang overseas, I suspect the Ba Fu Xian Gong is in his hand, and he seized it from Liu Shentong that year. At that time, he killed the heir of a famous family for murder and seizing treasure."

He was very straightforward: "My actions have a private motive, which is to seek merit. They also have a public motive, which is for the country. If this matter can be verified, then this person must not bear this important post, I should remove this harm for the country."

Speaking like this… it was reasonable.

Bao Yi directly stated his suspicions and actions towards his colleague in the Bing Shi Tang, which also showed his straightforwardness—once there was a leak, the Tian clan would definitely not rest until he was dead. The court would also necessarily punish him.

"Is there evidence for this matter?" Jiang Wang asked.

"So far, there is no evidence, for now it is just my personal suspicion." Bao Yi's expression was serious: "So I said my private motive is very heavy. I didn't catch up with the wars between Xia and Mi Jie. Da Qi has its territory today, its prestige is gradually full, there has been no war before Shenxiao. My heart aches for merit, I want to go further before Shenxiao, and this matter of Tian Anping, I see an opportunity."

"I have two points to comfort my private heart."

"First, I will absolutely not frame him, not do things that disregard the facts. Second, I have never recognized him entering the Bing Shi Tang, I don't think a person like him is a qualified commander of a military family, I firmly believe that the Cut Rain army would be better commanded by someone else."

This Shuo Fang Bo, stating his case in the rain, at least at this moment, was extremely sincere. Because he had profound research on people like Jiang Wang, he knew what was the correct response.

Being strong was useless, covering up wouldn't necessarily succeed, and would instead lose trust.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Wang finally said: "I'll just pretend I haven't heard this."

Bao Yi stood in the rain: "I naturally believe Jiang Zhenjun's words."

Jiang Wang said again: "But, I can detect something wrong, and Tian Anping can too."

"But he won't directly ask me, and I won't directly answer him." Bao Yi said calmly: "Suspicion is just suspicion, just like I am also suspecting him now. Among the civil and military officials in the court, powerful officials, there are many who suspect each other! Who dares to open their hearts? These suspicions won't affect anything. All we need is evidence."

This was indeed a very sober and very firm person.

Jiang Wang looked at him deeply, bowed slightly, transformed into light, and merged into the lightning, flickering and disappearing into the distance.

The pure white boat flew among the thick cloud layers.

The lightning in the air collided, creating a wisp of light fire, instantly dyeing it green.

The green flame shook slightly, embedding itself into green eyes.

Evil and mad, point-like on the clear handsome figure.

Yin Guan's long hair hung down, sitting cross-legged at the stern of the boat, his hands casually placed in front, his back to Jiang Wang, facing the thick cloud and rain curtain: "Say it, what's so urgent that you need to find me?"

Jiang Wang stood at the bow of the boat, where the rain curtain was constantly splitting, turned back, and looked at his back: "I've been to the Tian Zi San Number room at Guanlan Inn."

Yin Guan didn't have an impression of the specific room number, not even the name of the inn was clear, but he guessed what Jiang Wang was saying.

"Then?"

He was at the stern of the boat, looking at the lightning shuttling through the thick cloud layers, constantly leaving in his vision: "Chen Kaixu and Jiang Nanpeng were built as altars while alive, and died from the curse power during the altar explosion. They and their mixed team of thirty-four from the Jing Guo Imperial City's Three Departments, shouldn't they all die? Will I still not continue to do things like this? Are you not asking me these things?"

Jiang Wang stood there: "This is one of the problems."

"Another problem?" Yin Guan asked.

"I want to know exactly what happened in that room, I want to know all the details." Jiang Wang said: "These are just the two problems."

Yin Guan sat at the stern of the boat, without turning his head: "I can answer the latter problem now, although not comprehensively, I can let Wu Guan Wang and Dushi Wang continue to answer. For the former problem, I suggest you don't ask again."

"Why?" Jiang Wang asked.

Yin Guan laughed.

He was laughing in anger.

He was angry for a moment, angry that Jiang Wang would ask this.

But he originally knew Jiang Wang would ask this.

But he was still angry.

"Whether those people I killed were innocent, whether they should die, it's no longer important to me. Do you understand?"

"Your feelings, Jiang Wang, I can consider when I have spare power. Now I consider nothing, do you still not understand? Zhen He Zhenjun! Put away your sense of justice, sympathy, pity for the weak, concern for the innocent, don't put these things in front of me."

"I am a killer!"

"Every day you say this can't be killed, that can't be done."

"Do you think I opened a charity hall?"

He had never exposed his emotions like this in front of others, overly excited, and also overly weak.

Emotions were a weak point.

And Jiang Wang was indeed the calmer one.

He looked at Yin Guan's back like that, inexplicably thinking of their initial reunion outside Linzi city. At that time, Yin Guan asked—Can I believe you?

At that time, that question actually had no trust at all.

A person like Yin Guan, who had lived in deception and betrayal since childhood, and whose life had been on the edge of a knife all the way, would naturally not believe anyone.

Yet now he had boarded the boat.

"You want to save Chu Jiang Wang, I know." Jiang Wang said slowly.

"Your tone is like coaxing a child." Yin Guan sneered: "Saying 'I understand', 'I know', what do you understand?"

Jiang Wang continued: "But acting so unrestrainedly is not a good choice."

"Hell No Door was originally just a knife in the long night, a pure business transaction, a clean exchange of money and goods, no one would care about a single knife. But you made it purely evil, and this is something the world cannot tolerate."

"You want to kidnap Jing Guo Tianjiao to exchange for Chu Jiang Wang, or to deter the Jing Guo people and preserve Chu Jiang Wang's life. This is a feasible method. But indiscriminate killing in this process is not helpful, but harmful."

"Hell No Door cannot withstand Jing Guo's counterattack. Killing so many people also blocks their negotiation path. Every person you kill now is recorded on Chu Jiang Wang's account, a mark tied to her body. The chain around her neck is actually in your hand, the more intensely you act here, the tighter the stranglehold there, until she suffocates, until she dies."

"Really interesting!" Yin Guan looked at the thick clouds ahead: "You are now teaching me how to do things!"

"Not teaching you." Jiang Wang said: "I am helping you."

"You still don't help me, you can't help me, and you shouldn't help me. Do you think I'm going to do good deeds?" Yin Guan sat there motionless, his green eyes reflecting the lightning, his long hair gently floating.

And the sound of the rain made him so quiet.

"The person I want to save is a person who should be killed in your world."

"Is Chu Jiang Wang innocent?"

"She is not innocent."

"She can even be said to be someone who should die! In many senses, she should die."

"But she should not die here with me."

"Then I will not let her die. I will save her at all costs, I will use any means."

He turned his head to look at Jiang Wang: "Do you understand what it means to use any means?"

"You should still be your clean Zhen He Zhenjun, your virtuous member of the Tai Xu Ge, preaching in the Heavenly Palace full of light."

"Leave the night to people like me. The light on your body is too dazzling!"

"I can dim some." Jiang Wang said, and with a wave of his hand in front, the brilliance generated by his body was covered.

"I can also get wet in the rain."

Tap tap tap tap tap tap.

The raindrops that had always been isolated outside rolled into the immortal boat like this, wetting his clothes.

Making his always ethereal posture have a hint of mundane reality.

"My heart has its own scale, I am not a person who does things very fairly, nor do I demand this of myself."

"Hell No Door interfering with Jing Guo's actions, Jing Guo launching a pursuit against Hell No Door, these back and forth actions, they are all as they should be. There is no distinction between right and wrong."

Jiang Wang just stood in the rain like that: "If you die, I will not avenge you. But if you are about to die in front of me, I really have no way not to save you."

"You don't need to save me, stop being self-righteous!" Yin Guan's long hair was also wet by the rain. It was black and shiny, illuminated by the lightning from time to time.

Raindrops swept over his green eyes, soaking his single layer of clothes. His collarbone was a horizontal line, vaguely, sharp like a knife.

He lifted his lips contemptuously: "Your way is old-fashioned, your mind is stupid, you think back and forth, your steps are staggered, you and I are truly not on the same path."

"The gap between me and Jing Guo is so big."

"Don't delude yourself into thinking I'll tie my own hands and feet."

"Jing Guo will not talk morality or tolerance with me. And so-called equal constraints are unfair to the weak!"

In the seemingly never-ending violent rain, Jiang Wang said calmly: "I understand that constraints are not shackles. Actions have taboos, thoughts have rules, intentions have fears, desires have boundaries, they are a net to the bottom, spread over an abyss, preventing us from falling infinitely. Making us, no matter how difficult or desperate the moment, at least, at least, still be able to retain a bit of our human part."

Yin Guan lowered his eyelids.

The person standing on the immortal boat was no longer rendered speechless by him.

This person had his own clear logic, his own stubborn order. Calm from the inside out.

Truly… very boring.

"Let's just talk up to here, not one more sentence of idle chat!" He simply stood up: "Don't block me anymore, you haven't been a member of our organization for a long time, and we have never been friends—don't even do business."

"Then now?" Jiang Wang lifted a completely black body and a mask with a blood character on the forehead with one hand, just like that, covering his face: "You are my friend, you are my partner, I cannot kill you or imprison you. At the same time, I recognize your choice to save people. But I cannot agree with your methods."

Yin Guan looked at him coldly: "Bian Cheng Wang is already dead. We are now recruiting new members. You do not meet our recruitment requirements."

Chongxuan Sheng exhausted his schemes to separate Hell No Door and Jiang Wang, and after Ji Yan Yue's death, he was unwilling to let Jiang Wang stain this mask again.

No matter what, the experience of being involved with Hell No Door was a shadow on Zhen He Zhenjun's bright robe. They spent great effort just to wash it away.

Jiang Wang really shouldn't, and couldn't, pick up this mask.

And at such an unimportant moment!

Could it be that Chu Jiang Wang was important to him?

They weren't even fundamentally familiar!

"I've discovered that without my restraint, Hell No Door has no rules."

After wearing the Bian Cheng Wang mask, Jiang Wang's voice became cold: "Whoever's fist is bigger, is the rule—that hasn't changed, right?"

"If you're sick, go to Dong Wang Valley, don't come and act crazy in front of me!"

Yin Guan jumped directly off the immortal boat, turned into a green light, and disappeared into the rain.

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