Fighter of the Destiny

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That futon is neither new nor old, neither thick nor thin, just a common style found in Taoist temples or ancestral halls.

The second master of the Tang family looked at the futon and said nothing.

When you kneel down, it will be more comfortable to have a futon between your knees and the hard ground.

The question is who will he kneel to?

Of course His Holiness the Pope.

Countless lights hung in the night sky like stars, and a young man stood among them.

The second master of the Tang family did not speak, nor did he hear anyone else speak.

The silence in the hall continued.

The second master of the Tang family gradually narrowed his eyes.

He finally moved, walked to the futon, lifted the front of the futon with both hands, and slowly knelt down.

His movements were very slow and meticulous, and it took a long time from lifting his front, to slightly bending his knees, to leaning forward.

This time was enough for him to think about many things.

I heard that many years ago, His Majesty the previous Pope also came to Wenshui. When did my father pay such a grand ceremony?

If you and Tang Tang are the same generation, then I am the elder. How can you accept my courtesy?

Even if you don't call me "Second Uncle," you should at least say "Excuse me."

This period of time is really long, and for the second master of the Tang family, it can be called a long time.

It was enough for him to think about so many things, and naturally enough for the young man in the light and shadow to talk.

But why haven’t I heard your voice until now?

He even wondered if he had heard something wrong?

Or is the other party's voice too soft or too vague?

No, it was so quiet in the Taoist Hall that even the softest sound could be heard clearly.

For example, at this moment, his knees finally met the futon, and the soft futon made a soft sound.

But in his ears it was like thunder, thrilling.

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The second master of the Tang family knelt in front of Chen Changsheng.

Until this scene actually happened, he still couldn't believe it.

He couldn't believe that Chen Changsheng actually didn't say anything to him to avoid being polite.

He couldn't believe that Chen Changsheng accepted his gift calmly.

The sound of the knees meeting the futon disappeared, and all the sounds in the hall disappeared. It was extremely quiet, and only the lights could be heard being blown by the breeze.

The second master of the Tang family knelt on the futon, his mood getting colder and colder, and his expression becoming more and more indifferent.

Then he stood up.

When you kneel, you are like a jade mountain about to fall, and when you rise, you are like the rising sun rising from the water, cleanly and without hesitation.

He stood up on his own.

It was obviously a faux pas, but he was so angry that he decided to ignore it.

He looked at Chen Changsheng with an indifferent expression and said, "I have met His Majesty the Pope."

Not a greeting, just a meeting.

The Taoist temple was still quiet, with countless lights blowing in the breeze and making a rustling sound, much like the sea of ​​pine trees in the mountains.

Chen Changsheng looked at the second master of the Tang family quietly for a long time.

This is the first time he sees each other.

Whether it was the incident at the Tianshu Mausoleum or the murder of Zhou Tong in the Snow Street, he had never met the legendary second master of the Tang family.

The second master of the Tang family is very similar to Tang Thirty-Six. He has a handsome face, indifferent temperament, and nobility, but there is a hint of gloom between his eyebrows.

"When I see you, I will naturally think of him." Chen Changsheng said: "I haven't seen him for a long time. The more I do, the more I miss him when he was still by my side. He did a lot for me at that time. thing."

The second master of the Tang family asked: "For example?"

Chen Changsheng took a step forward and walked in front of the second master of the Tang family through the changing light and shadow.

"For example... now he will say to you, did I ask you to get up? You just got up like this?"

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As one of the rare popes in history who has not been able to enter the sacred realm, no matter how talented Chen Changsheng is, his level of strength is still limited.

The second master of the Tang family knew this very well. However, looking at the young man walking out of the sea of ​​light and shadow, looking at his calm face, and listening to his words, he felt an indescribable pressure coming over him. , like countless mountains, and like the vast sea of ​​​​stars, falling into Wenshui, arousing countless waves in his consciousness!

Only then did he realize that no matter what his level of strength was, Chen Changsheng was now the Pope, so he was facing a Pope.

This awareness made him feel very uncomfortable, just like Chen Changsheng said these words in Tang Sanliu's tone.

Did I get you up?

If Tang Thirty-Six were here today, he would really say this, and would never give any face, and might even be even meaner.

The second master of the Tang family narrowed his eyes again.

Naturally, he would not kneel again, smiled slightly, and said nothing.

Without if, Tang Sanliu was imprisoned in the ancestral hall, and it was impossible for him to appear next to you again.

"I had someone prepare the futon."

Chen Changsheng glanced at the futon on the ground, then raised his head to look at the second master of the Tang family and continued: "Because I hope you also prepared a softer futon for him. He has been locked up in the old house for two and a half years, and he was imprisoned again. He was imprisoned in the ancestral hall for half a year, and given his temperament, he must have been forced to kneel for a long time. It would be more difficult without a futon."

The second master of the Tang family said expressionlessly: "He is a descendant of my Tang family. Naturally, he will be taken care of by the elders in the family, regardless of the Pope's concern."

Chen Changsheng said: "He is my friend, there is no way I can't care less about him."

Hearing these words, the second master of the Tang family raised his eyebrows and said, "Does the Pope only care about these small things?"

Chen Changsheng said: "For me, this is a big deal."

The second master of the Tang family said in a deep voice: "Is it bigger than the future of Li Gong?"

Chen Changsheng said: "I think maybe this is the misunderstanding between Mr. Tang and you. My coming to Wenshui City has nothing to do with leaving the palace, I am just here for him."

The second master of the Tang family laughed slightly and said, "Really? Do you, the Pope, just want to take him away and don't have any other requirements for my Tang family?"

Chen Changsheng said: "That's exactly it."

"Does the Pope think this is funny? Otherwise, why would you tell such a joke?"

The second master of the Tang family felt so ridiculous and thought to himself, do you think that by saying such words, you can convince the whole world that the state religion has no thoughts about the Tang family?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Chen Changsheng's words and deeds were funny, so he laughed.

Generally used to describe laughter, the word haha ​​or the word loud is always added in front, because laughter should of course have a sound.

But everyone knows that the second master of the Tang family's smile has no sound, whether he smiles or laughs.

He just opened his mouth, looking like a mime in Xue Lao City, acting out absurd plots, silently mocking others and the world.

This was the first time Chen Changsheng saw the legendary silent smile of the second master of the Tang family.

He didn't find it funny or scary, he just found it ugly and painful, like a fat goose waiting to be fed but whose neck was tied to death by an iron rope.

"I miss my friend even more. If he were here at this time, he might say...are you mute? Otherwise, why would you laugh so hard?"

When Chen Changsheng said this, he did not have any sense of ridicule, but with a touch of longing.