Fighter of the Destiny

Tang Sanshiliu finally came to his senses and thought that this was indeed the case. Liu Qing broke into Hanshan without an invitation. Wouldn't Tianji Pavilion kill him?

Chen Changsheng couldn't figure it out, and couldn't help but feel a little worried - Su Li was gone, and so was the mysterious assassin who was second in line. When Liu Qing left, he really looked like a lonely soul walking in the night. Ghosts seem to be swallowed up by the sun in the daytime at any time.

He knew that people like Liu Qing must have their hands stained with blood, and he really shouldn't sympathize with him, but he had no way to control his emotional tendencies. After all, in Xunyang City, they had fought side by side against the enemy, and they were against the world. The most powerful enemy.

"What do you think an extremely powerful assassin needs?"

Tang Sanliu suddenly said: "I must have earned enough money. I think what he wants to get back is a kind of life."

Chen Changsheng was a little confused and asked: "Life?"

“These assassins like to fight and kill, but they are not crazy, so they like to have people pay them to fight and kill, so that they don’t have to think about morality and the like, and turn fighting and killing into a daily routine. Work, and that’s what they want in life.”

"What exactly do you want to say?"

"Liu Qing and those people can be said to be leaderless now. They have become a group of lonely ghosts, hoping for someone to take them back to the original days."

"Then?"

"Although I don't have that kind of ability, I have money... They like this kind of life, so I'll give it to them!"

"Don't think blindly." Chen Changsheng looked at him and said seriously.

Tang Sanliu spread his hands and said nonchalantly: "Just talking casually, why are you so serious?"

Zhexiu said expressionlessly: "He has already thought about it, otherwise why were he crying and asking Liu Qing to leave his contact information just now?"

Tang Sanshiliu said angrily: "Don't lie without evidence, or I will kill you."

Chen Changsheng glanced at him.

Tang Thirty-Six quickly changed the topic: "Don't you think Xiaode's appearance just now was very unexpected?"

I have to admit that he turned this topic very beautifully, because this matter is indeed worth thinking about, and there are many doubts.

Hanshan is a place controlled by Tianji Pavilion. Xiao De can enter the mountain gate because he has been invited by Tianji Pavilion. As a result, he challenged Chen Changsheng on the mountain road. Even if he was powerful and acted arrogantly, wouldn't he be worried about offending Tianji Pavilion? And even if he really succeeded in humiliating Chen Changsheng, what would be the benefit? In addition to being able to vent the anger in my heart, can it offset the infinite harm caused by offending the state religion and Tianji Pavilion at the same time?

"Xiao De is different from ordinary monsters. For example, he is completely different from that naughty kid in our family. He is not honest at all. On the contrary, he is very scheming."

When Tang Sanliu mentioned this matter, the more he thought about it, the more he felt there was something wrong, and his expression became serious, "Although he has good reasons and excuses to humiliate you, it is inevitable that he can take such a big risk to do this. There must be very big benefits, but no matter how much I think about it, I can’t see the benefits.”

"Unless someone can get huge benefits from this matter, and then transfer it to other benefits."

"Chen Changsheng was completely humiliated, beaten into a pig's head, or even skinned naked. Who would benefit the most?"

"Of course it's not the saint, nor His Highness Luoluo... Don't hit anyone, we are talking about business... but it should be those competitors. The future pope has lost such a big face, of course he will take revenge, but... If someone makes an issue out of this in the future, His Majesty the Pope will not be able to say anything."

"If this is a conspiracy, it's very simple, even child's play, but it can actually cause you harm."

"Why? Because you are the future pope, worshiped by all people, and the most sacred. Therefore, you are also the easiest to be defiled."

"Zhexiu, don't look at me like that, no pun intended."

"Chen Changsheng, do you think my analysis makes sense?"

There was silence. Chen Changsheng and Zhe Xiu looked at each other and thought that Tang Sanliu was indeed the successor of the Wenshui Tang family. He could analyze this sudden incident so clearly in such a short period of time. The inference of cause and effect is so accurate and clear.

Yes, now they have believed Tang Sanliu's reasoning.

The monster master's appearance was too sudden and his actions were too unreasonable, so there must be some reason behind it.

The divine staff of the state religion is already in hand, but if he wants to wear the divine crown and become the pope, Chen Changsheng still has to face many tests.

Today is a test that seems ordinary but is actually quite dangerous.

Xiaode's goal is the two banks of the Red River, the king's position in the entire Demon Realm.

Who could spend such a huge price and ask Xiao De to take action against Chen Changsheng at the risk of divine punishment from His Majesty the Pope?

To be more precise, who is qualified to promise Xiaode so many benefits in the future?

That person or those people, who are about to emerge, must be a competitor for the position of the Pope or the throne of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

For example, the Tianhai family is far away in Kyoto, and the King of Linghai is nearby.

The big figures of the state religion were unable to enter Hanshan due to the rules of Tianji Pavilion. Thinking about it now, this matter is really interesting.

Because it's such a coincidence.

It has to be said that some people's arrangements may seem crude, but in fact they are just as clever as clumsy.

If Liu Qing hadn't suddenly appeared in Hanshan for some reason, this conspiracy might have succeeded.

"You are lucky." Tang Sanliu said.

Zhe Xiu said: "This has nothing to do with luck."

Yes, if it weren't for the long journey back south, the storm in Xunyang City, and Chen Changsheng never leaving Su Li behind to return to Beijing, how could he have the previous luck?

People were walking on the mountain road, and familiar practitioners gathered together to discuss the previous turmoil.

At the front, Chen Changsheng said to the steward of Tianji Pavilion: "I have some friendship with... the senior from before, can you..."

The steward said softly: "Of course there is no problem. What happened in Xunyang City is known to the whole world. Even if I don't give Su Li face, I will give you this face."

Chen Changsheng actually knew that Tianji Pavilion was still trying to give Senior Su Li face, but he was the one who exposed it.

"Of course, he can't kill anyone in the cold mountains. Even if he meets his enemies, he can only avoid them."

The steward finally said: "Otherwise, His Majesty the Pope and His Majesty's face will not be used here."

With the promise of the steward of Tianji Pavilion, Chen Changsheng felt a lot more relieved.

He didn't expect that he would see Liu Qing again so soon.

And at this time, Liu Qing was in extreme danger.

The mountain road turned slightly, and what came face to face was a clear stream. The cliffs on the other side of the stream were full of woods. The yellow leaves from shallow to deep were so beautiful that it was hard to distinguish the color and shade. The trees were covered with various kinds of knots. Such fruit weighs down the branches so much that they may break at any time.

There are hundreds of persimmon trees growing near the stream. The yellow persimmons on their branches are so densely packed that they look like countless lanterns.

Liu Qing stood by the stream, in front of countless yellow lanterns, holding a sword in his hand. His face was as pale as blood, and he kept breathing rapidly. His shoulders were drooped very badly, not to draw the sword faster, but really. It was about to collapse, as if there was an invisible mountain pressing on him.

Several thin streams of blood seeped out from his ears and the corners of his eyes.

His head seemed like one of those heavy fruits in the mountains and forests, which could explode at any time because they were overripe, or could break branches and fall from his neck because they were too heavy.

Either way the outcome is death.

Liu Qing's right hand holding the sword kept trembling, and he could no longer hold it.

At this time, he still didn't draw his sword.

Because he couldn't draw his sword.

At the same time, he did not dare to draw his sword at that person.

Among the yellow leaves on the mountain, stood a middle-aged scholar.

He looked at the lantern-like persimmons with his hands behind his back, as if checking whether they were ripe.

There is a pendant tied to his belt. If you look carefully, you may find that it is a seal.

This middle-aged scholar looked unremarkable, but when Chen Changsheng's eyes fell on him, the sky among the mountains suddenly turned dark.

Who is this person?