Fighter of the Destiny

The entire continent knew that even the Holy Queen of Tianhai still respected Mr. Tang back then.

Chen Changsheng knew more clearly from Tang Sanshiliu that Mr. Tang scolded the Tianhai family every day in his old house, but rarely involved the empress herself.

The Holy Queen of Tianhai issued an order to summon Mr. Tang to Beijing. Mr. Tang did not accept the order. He seemed tough, but it also explained some problems from the side.

Mr. Tang doesn't like the Holy Queen Tianhai. In his eyes, she is just a demon queen.

But Queen Tianhai has always made him very afraid, and even made him admire her in some aspects.

Chen Changsheng said: "I would like to exchange this cup of tea for you to listen to what I have to say."

If he had said those two sentences by himself when he first entered the old house, Mr. Tang would have naturally heard them.

But hearing does not mean being able to listen.

He wanted Mrs. Tang to listen carefully to his two words, and he had to listen.

Hear it in your ears, hear it in your heart.

Mrs. Tang still didn't speak, or this meant tacit consent.

"Uncle Tang is not sick, but poisoned."

This was the first sentence Chen Changsheng said.

Mrs. Tang's expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't hear anything.

"The second master of the Tang family has colluded with the demon clan."

This was the second sentence Chen Changsheng said.

Mrs. Tang narrowed his eyes slightly, and then slowly put the tea cup back on the table.

He looked at Chen Changsheng and said without any emotion in his voice: "His Majesty the Pope's sword is indeed sharp and its trajectory is very clear, but you should not draw the sword today."

These two sentences are indeed swords.

These are two swords of wisdom that Chen Changsheng has prepared for a long time.

This is the sword technique he learned from Su Li.

Mr. Tang and Su Li have known each other for many years and have a close relationship, so how could they not figure it out?

Thus, these four words, His Majesty the Pope, came out of the old man's mouth for the first time.

From this moment on, there are no more elders and younger generations, porridge and tea, tea pouring and tea drinking, and old friendships between playing cards.

"I am not taking the initiative to draw the sword, but passively defending."

Chen Changsheng did not do anything because of the change in Old Man Tang's attitude, and said calmly: "On that night in Xueling, the Tang family was the first to use the sword. Later, in Hanqiu City, and last night, there were people who wanted to kill me. In this case, I have no objection. principle."

Mrs. Tang said two words very succinctly: "Evidence."

Even if Chen Changsheng is the Pope, he cannot accuse the Tang family without evidence.

This is the old residence of the Tang family, not the Songshan Military Mansion. His opponent is not the princes and generals in the court, but Mr. Tang.

"I have no evidence." Chen Changsheng did not wait for Mr. Tang to express his position, and continued: "Except for the words of the Demon Lord, I have no evidence. Of course, the Demon Lord's words may be to sow discord, but I have a witness, the Demon Princess Nan Guest, she is a little demented now, let alone lie."

Mr. Tang's eyes narrowed even more, not like an old fox, but like flaky pages that had been beaten by wind and rain for many years in the mountains and were severely weathered.

"Then what does His Majesty the Pope want me to promise you?"

"I need an hour."

"Time belongs to you."

"What I need is an hour in Wenshui City."

Chen Changsheng looked at Old Man Tang and said, "I will find that monster from the Changsheng Sect within an hour, and he is the evidence."

What is an hour in Wenshui City? He didn't say it clearly, but his meaning was very clear. At this moment, he hoped that the Tang family could hand over the control of Wenshui City to the State Religion. When the State Religion carried out searches or even hunted down, the Tang family could not interfere.

There is no doubt that this is a very whimsical and even ridiculous idea.

For countless years, neither His Majesty Emperor Taizong nor Queen Tianhai had ever truly controlled Wenshui City.

Now that Chen Changsheng wants to do this, even if it is only for a short period of time, it is absolutely impossible for him to be accepted by the Tang family.

The outcome of the negotiations seemed to be doomed from the beginning.

But Chen Changsheng still brought it up because he hoped that the senior had changed some of Old Mrs. Tang's thoughts.

Unfortunately, what he wanted to see didn't happen.

"Three days ago, he was sitting where you are now and said roughly the same thing to you. I didn't agree."

Mr. Tang looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Unless Your Majesty the Pope can persuade him to change his surname, there is no need to discuss this matter."

Chen Changsheng was silent for a moment and then said: "Even if you clearly know that there is a problem within the Tang family, and you clearly know that the evidence is in Wenshui City?"

"Do you think I care about this? Your Majesty the Pope, you are still too young. You don't know how many dark and even dark things we old people have seen. I don't want to believe it, and I won't believe it. If you want to change my mind, you have to take it. Pay a corresponding price.”

Mr. Tang glanced at the old umbrella outside the door and said, "It's not enough to just make me nostalgic."

Chen Changsheng was silent for a while and said, "I hope you can think about it again."

Mr. Tang said: "I have made a decision."

Chen Changsheng said: "You don't have to worry, I can wait."

Mr. Tang said: "I don't like outsiders in my house."

Chen Changsheng said: "I can wait outside the old house."

Mr. Tang said: "Please do it."

Chen Changsheng stood up and walked outside the house, crossed the threshold, picked up the old umbrella, and walked into the courtyard.

During the conversation with Mr. Tang, the snow fell more and more heavily, and a thick layer accumulated on the bluestone ground, which was soft and comfortable to step on.

Chen Changsheng held up his old umbrella and walked out of the old house under the leadership of the old priest.

The King of Linghai and others came forward.

Chen Changsheng shook his head.

The expressions of King Linghai and others did not change, because they had already thought beforehand that it was impossible for Mr. Tang to agree to that request.

His Majesty the Pope's request, although logically speaking, is indeed the best way to directly lift the curtain and find out the main messenger, but...

What if the main messenger is Mrs. Tang? Even if not, Wenshui City is the Tang family, and the Tang family is Mr. Tang. His Majesty the Pope wants to lift the heavy curtains on Wenshui City. Doesn’t it mean that he wants to lift up Mr. Tang’s clothes and take a look inside? How could Mrs. Tang agree?

The King of Linghai and others prepared to welcome Chen Changsheng back to the chariot and return to the Taoist Hall for further discussions.

Chen Changsheng shook his head again, turned towards the Tang family's old house, and stood in the snow.

Countless pairs of eyes fell on him, puzzled at first, and then quickly turned to shock.

Is His Majesty the Pope going to just stand in the snow and wait for Mr. Tang to change his mind?

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(Don’t the chapter names of these two chapters together become Cup of Snow? I have almost forgotten the content. I will read it again sometime.)