Fighter of the Destiny

Mr. Tang looked at him quietly for a long time, like looking at a strange stone that he couldn't see what was good about.

Qiu Shanjun smiled and said, "Is this a strange request?"

Mr. Tang said, "It's really strange, because the person standing outside the door is Chen Changsheng, not Xu Yourong."

Qiu Shanjun said: "I think Chen Changsheng's request is very reasonable."

Mr. Tang said: "Why?"

Qiu Shanjun said with a smile: "Your second son poisoned the boss."

Mr. Tang mocked and said, "You know what?"

Qiu Shanjun said: "I didn't see it, and neither did my junior sister, but he is Chen Changsheng, a student of Shang Xingzhou. If I don't believe him, who can I believe?"

Mr. Tang's eyes were still slightly squinted, and his eyes were like the ancient well in the yard, deep and getting colder because of the falling snow.

The sound that came out of his lips was also so cold, it made people feel a little chilly.

"So what if it's true? His Majesty, Emperor Taizong, killed all his brothers and created a peaceful and prosperous age, becoming an eternal wise king."

Mr. Tang said expressionlessly: "Even if my second son kills me with poison, as long as the family business remains intact, that's good."

After hearing these words, Qiu Shanjun gradually stopped smiling and looked into the old man's eyes quietly.

"But your second son is colluding with the demons."

From the moment he walked into the Tang family's old house and started talking to the old man, Qiu Shanjun's tone has always seemed very casual and natural, like a well-behaved and lovely junior.

Many of his sentences end with the word ah.

Unfilial.

Show your embarrassment.

Pretty good.

That makes sense.

The young men and women in Jiangnan speak with very nice accents, like babbling.

When he said this sentence, he still ended it with the word "ah", but this time the feeling was completely different.

The wind and snow in the north are too strong. If you want to send military orders farther, you have to shout loudly so that your colleagues can hear them.

Run!

Go!

Kill!

Come and save people!

Qiu Shanjun didn't say these words, but shouted them.

"Your second son is colluding with the demon clan."

His expression was serious, his will was firm, and his voice was like steel, so bright that it could cut through the wind and snow and be heard by both the living and dead companions.

No matter how strong the wind and snow were today, it could not cover up his voice. Everyone around the old house heard it.

I believe that before long, the entire Wenshui City will hear it, and then the entire continent will hear it.

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The old house was extremely quiet, dead silent, and the snow fell silently.

Mrs. Tang squinted his eyes, looked at Qiu Shanjun, was silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "Is it very pleasant?"

Qiu Shanjun has regained his composure and said, "It feels good."

Mr. Tang said: "Is it necessary to do this?

Qiu Shanjun said: "Some things, if you don't find a way to shout out, then it is possible that no one will ever hear it."

Mr. Tang said: "Do you think the whole world must believe your words?"

Akiyama-kun said: "I have spent twenty years protecting my reputation. Now that I think about it, maybe it was just for the world to believe in me."

Mrs. Tang did not speak.

When it comes to fame, no one can compare to Akiyama-kun.

Many things and many people have proven this over the years.

In Lishan, neither Su Li nor the leader could speak as well as him.

In Tiannan, even Wang Po was not as convincing as Qiu Shanjun, because Wang Po was from Tianliang County after all.

Qiu Shanjun said: "My uncle had no money back then, so he kept this yellow paper umbrella in Wenshui. Later, after that incident, you promised my uncle that as long as he saw this umbrella, you would agree to his request. Chen Changsheng didn't I know about it, but I know.”

Mrs. Tang's eyes fell on the old umbrella in his hand.

"This umbrella is still a little different from the previous one."

"Yes, something is missing."

Qiu Shanjun reached out and pulled out a sword from the scabbard at his waist.

This sword is as bright as autumn water, and it is extraordinary.

Looking at this sword, Mr. Tang's eyes narrowed slightly. Even a big man like him was a little surprised.

"He didn't take the sword away?"

"Uncle-Master left his sword to me and his umbrella to Chen Changsheng. Now that both of us are here, it means he is here."

Akiyama-kun inserted his sword into the handle of the old umbrella.

There was no sound, as if the sword was originally part of the umbrella.

Seeing an umbrella is like seeing a person.

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…

When Chen Changsheng entered the old house again, he found that Rob had left, but the umbrella was still there.

Looking at the old umbrella, he was silent for a while, thinking that he was indeed better than Senior Su Li and did not take the umbrella away.

"You want an hour in Wenshui City, and I'll give it to you."

Mr. Tang looked at him expressionlessly and said, "But you can't use people from the state religion, you can only use people from my Tang family."

Because of the agreement that year, he agreed to Chen Changsheng's request, but it was obvious that he could not allow the priests of the State Church to search the Tang family's houses, and it was even less possible for him to allow the cavalry of the State Church to run rampant in Wenshui City. It is the bottom line of the Tang family.

The problem is that neither Chen Changsheng nor other big figures in the state religion know the specific situation of each house in the Tang family. Even under the orders of Old Man Tang, the Tang family's forces are ostensibly obeying their deployment. How can they ensure that the Tang family's strength is controlled by them? people are really willing to contribute?

All in all, using people from the Tang family to investigate things about the Tang family is ridiculous, even laughable.

But Mrs. Tang will never make any more concessions.

Chen Changsheng said: "You don't need to give me this hour in Wenshui City."

Mr. Tang said: "Who should I give it to?"

Chen Changsheng said: "I have a friend."

Mrs. Tang's eyes narrowed.

Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "You once gave him twenty years, but now you are not willing to give him even an hour?"

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The Tang Family Ancestral Hall is very old, as old as the old house and older than the Imperial Palace in Kyoto.

Whether it is a white wall that is repainted every three years or a black eaves that is meticulously repaired every seven years, no matter how new it looks, it cannot completely cover up the emanations between the brick joints and eaves. Those ancient vicissitudes of life.

There are many tablets placed in the ancestral hall, many incense candles are lit on the table, and there is a futon in front.

That futon is also very old.

I don't know if it's because of the environment, but the face of the young man sitting on the futon also has a sense of vicissitudes of life.

The beard on his face was of varying lengths and looked very messy, his hair was even messier, and his clothes were a little dirty. He could be described as unkempt.

His eyes used to be bright, even sharp, but now they are all dead.

His lips are still so thin, but all the harshness and joy he once had have gone silent.

After being imprisoned here, he didn't speak for half a year.

In the empty and quiet ancestral hall, his figure was so lonely.