Fighter of the Destiny

Suddenly the wind stopped, clouds covered the setting sun, and night seemed to come earlier, and the golden thread on the water gradually faded.

In a short period of time, both sides of the Wenshui River became a bit colder. Both the closed houses and the two iron chains had a sinister atmosphere.

Rob sat in the restaurant, listening to the blind luthier's music. He slowly closed his eyes, placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and rubbed it gently.

Facing the unfathomable strength of the Tang family, even he didn't have any confidence. In the past, he could only think of ways to warn, but now he wanted to give it a try.

Because the sword he used before was an ordinary blue steel sword made with a few taels of silver in the blacksmith shop in the small town at the foot of the mountain, but now he has changed to a different sword.

With this sword in his hand, he can step on frost grass and turn it into a sword. Even when facing strong men in the sacred realm, he can keep his Taoist mind clear.

He closed his eyes, listening to the music coming from downstairs, listening to the sound of water hitting the rocks on the shore, listening to the sound of the iron chain coming into contact with the water and then separating, and feeling everything in the world.

Suddenly, his ears twitched slightly.

He opened his eyes and looked into the river. His gaze went deeper and deeper, and the place he saw became deeper and deeper, and finally fell into the water plants.

He felt that the patch of aquatic plants was a little strange. It was darker than the aquatic plants next to it, but he couldn't see anything special about it.

At this time, the blind luther player by the river seemed to have heard something. He looked into the Wenshui River and forgot about the movements of his hands.

The sound of the piano stopped suddenly, very suddenly.

The strange atmosphere on both sides of the river suddenly became a little different.

The armored ships upstream and downstream retreated silently.

The two houses became empty.

The scent in the woods disappeared without a trace.

The Tang family worshipers and followers in front of the Taoist Hall became much silent.

There are only seven vendors, six government officials, three fortune tellers, two old men selling sesame candy, and a little girl buying cosmetics on the street, and they seem to never leave.

The door of the palace was pushed open, and the second master of the Tang family came out with a very ugly look on his face.

He didn't even look at Linghai King and Yulin.

The death of Taoist Shiraishi shows that the position of the state religion is extremely tough and cannot be changed.

Walking along the stone steps, there was a big tree, and he stood under the tree with folded sleeves.

The second master of the Tang family knew what he wanted to say, and said with an indifferent expression: "It's not easy for you to survive to this day, so don't talk casually."

Zhexiu said expressionlessly: "It's even more difficult for a weakling like you to survive to this day."

The second master of the Tang family slowly raised his eyebrows, his expression unchanged, but his heart was actually extremely angry.

On the snowy streets of Kyoto, Wang Po once told him that the moment he gave up his practice and started learning strategies and pursuing power, he became a weakling.

Today, he was evaluated in this way again, and the other person was still a junior.

The angrier he became, the more indifferent he appeared. He looked at Zhexiu and asked, "Do you really want to die?"

Zhexiu did not answer his question and said, "Don't attack that guy secretly."

The second master of the Tang family stared into his eyes and said, "Actually, I have never understood how a wolf cub like you could become friends with that prodigal son."

"He and I are not friends."

Zhe Xiu was silent for a while and continued: "He is my employer, so don't touch him."

…

…

Everyone in the Tang family had evacuated, the night was dark, and both sides of the Wen River were quiet.

Chen Changsheng came to the shore, followed by the King of Linghai and others. Nanke followed his instructions and stayed in the Taoist palace.

The starlight fell on the water, and countless silver scales appeared. No matter how good your eyesight was, it was difficult to see clearly what was going on under the water, let alone the aquatic plants in the depths.

Uncle Fang, Tang Sanliu's father, has always been in poor health, especially in recent years. This was something that many people in the mainland knew about. No one, including Chen Changsheng, had any doubts about it. Even Tang Sanliu had not mentioned it in his previous letters.

But after hearing what the second master of the Tang family said today, he always felt that something was wrong.

"Although I haven't figured out what the disease is until today, it is confirmed that it is not poisoning."

Archbishop Eucalyptus Lin said: "Both Qingzhi Thirteenth Division and Nanxi Zhai sent people to see it before."

Bishop Wenshui glanced at Chen Changsheng's face, lowered his voice and said, "Report to Your Majesty, before the Nanxi Zhai was reunited... that person had been here before."

Hezhai means retreat. In the past few years, there has been only one retreat at Saintess' Peak that needs special mention, so the identity of the person he mentioned is naturally easy to reveal.

Eucalyptus showed a surprised look, and King Linghai raised his eyebrows slightly, because Li Gong didn't know about this at all.

Chen Changsheng was even more surprised, wondering why she didn't tell him?

Bishop Wenshui whispered: "That person didn't let us talk."

If Uncle Fang of the Tang family was not sick but poisoned, he should be cured by Tianfeng's true blood.

Xu Yourong must have thought so at the time.

Now the eldest brother is still lingering on the sickbed, and he looks bad, which means that he is indeed not poisoned, but sick.

Mrs. Tang's change of attitude should be very directly related to this matter.

Chen Changsheng knew why Xu Yourong came, because she knew that Tang Sanliu was his best friend, for which he was very grateful.

After thinking about it, he decided to go to the long house to have a look tomorrow.

It's not that he doesn't trust the abilities of Qingji Sansi and Xu Yourong, it's just that he wants to see if his medical skills can change the elder's sad ending. And he always felt that this matter was not that simple - after the second master of the Tang family said those words, and after meeting the little monster in Liusu in Hanqiu City.

"Go and check on a disciple named Chu Su in the Changsheng Sect. The techniques this person practices are very strange. No matter how well he is hidden, some people should have heard of him."

He said to King Linghai and Yulin respectively: "Write a letter to urge Nanxi Zhai to see if the matter I asked them to investigate has any results."

Eucalyptus didn't know about his letter to Nan Xizhai, and asked in confusion: "Why are you so anxious?"

Chen Changsheng said: "I want to know where the inheritance of Huang Quanliu's skills lies. Is it possible that it is in the south."

The King of Linghai contacted him and said that the disciple of the Changsheng Sect named Zhusu practiced very strange techniques, and his expression suddenly changed.

Eucalyptus's face also turned a little pale, and she murmured: "Does the Changsheng Sect dare to do such crazy things?"

"I have no evidence." Chen Changsheng was silent for a while, then looked at Bishop Wenshui and said, "Find someone to check whether the Tang family has anything to do with this matter."

The three kings of Linghai took the order and left.

Guan Feibai walked out of the Taoist Hall with his sword in hand.

He didn't want to chat with Chen Changsheng, but he just felt that Chen Changsheng couldn't live without someone by his side.

Looking at the river under the stars, Chen Changsheng was silent in thought.

He really had no evidence, and the only clue was what the Demon Lord said in the snowy ridge at that time.

The Demon Lord made it very clear that the young formation master was a little monster named Zhusu from the Changsheng Sect, and was a ploy between Shang Xingzhou and the Tang family.

That day in the kitchen of Hanqiu City in the early morning, the monster from Huangquanliu that he and Nan Ke encountered was full of poison and extremely terrifying. He didn't expect it at the time. It was only later that he remembered the words of the demon king and put these two things together. connect together. The problem is that the Demon Lord's words cannot be used as evidence. Everyone knows that his words may be a means to sow discord.

Chen Changsheng was thinking about these questions, but he didn't know that deep in the mercury-like river water, a group of water plants was dancing gently. The color of this group of water plants was somewhat different from that of the surrounding water plants. It suddenly floated away from the bottom of the river and slowly approached the rocks below the river bank. It looked like a ball of mud that had been melted by water, without making any sound.