Fighter of the Destiny

If you choose the latter, the Tang family is very likely to win a turmoil, and may even be divided. In the end, the former has a greater chance of winning.

Then this multiple choice question is very simple.

Mr. Tang decided to support Shang Xingzhou, so he naturally had to give up on Chen Changsheng.

Mr. Tang decided to pass on the Tang family to his second wife, so he naturally began to suppress the eldest brother.

If Tang Sanliu was a mediocre person, this matter would be relatively simple.

But he is not, and he has a friend, the contemporary Pope.

So Mr. Tang could only lock him up in the ancestral hall.

He may be imprisoned for the rest of his life until he turns into a white-haired madman decades or centuries later.

Of course, the greater possibility is that when Shang Xingzhou regains control of the state religion and gets rid of Chen Changsheng, he will be given a bowl of poison.

Yes, poison, dagger, white silk, earth pit, no matter which method is used, it will eventually lead to death.

If it were a few years ago, Tang Sanliu certainly wouldn't think that the old man would do this.

Now he has long understood that the so-called kind grandfather is just an illusion, or an illusion.

Mrs. Tang held him on his knees, telling those long-lasting stories and describing the splendor of the future. He was extremely doting on him. This was of course love.

But what he loved was not the little boy in his arms and knees, but the future of the Tang family.

Now, Mrs. Tang has arranged a new future for the Tang family and has a new grandson.

So, for the sake of the future of the Tang family, how much he doted on Tang Sanshiliu at the beginning, but how cold he is now.

From the moment he understood this matter, Tang Sanliu never expected his grandfather to let him out.

He didn't want to be imprisoned in the ancestral hall for the rest of his life, nor did he want to die silently.

He wanted to get out of here, but he didn't make any attempt.

Because the day after he was imprisoned in the ancestral hall, many of his father's loyal subordinates tried to rescue him.

Those people were all dead, and more people died in the long house afterwards.

He could only remain silent.

Whether it was a note stuck in a stone thrown in from outside the wall or a secret message carved on the bottom of a dish, he could only pretend not to see it.

Gradually, there were no more urchins throwing stones into the wall, and no kites appeared in the sky.

The main entrance of the ancestral hall has not been opened for a long time.

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No matter how well maintained it is, there will always be some unpleasant squeaking sounds when a door that has not been opened for a long time is opened again.

The main door of the ancestral hall opened, and a cold winter wind mixed with snowflakes drifted in.

Tang Thirty-Six sat on the futon and stared at the top row of memorial tablets without looking back.

The old priest of the Tang family came up behind him and said, "The old man has something to say to you."

There were no small talk after a long separation, no greetings, not even a summary of past relationships.

The old priest looked at his back with no expression on his face.

"You need to find out whether the second master has poisoned me and whether he has colluded with the demons."

"You have one hour, and during this time, the entire Tang family belongs to you."

Tang Thirty-Six did not turn around, still looking quietly at the tablets that looked like tablets in the dark ancestral hall.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally spoke.

When he spoke for the first time in half a year, his voice was slightly hoarse and his pronunciation was a bit stiff.

"That guy is here?"

The old priest said: "Yes."

Tang Sanshiliu still didn't turn around and asked, "What did he say to the old man?"

The old priest was silent for a while and repeated the previous conversation between Chen Changsheng and Mrs. Tang in the old house without making any mistakes.

Then he said: "You've wasted two cups of tea."

"This is the Tang family. If I want to do something, why do I need so much time?"

Tang Thirty-Six stretched out, and dust burst out of his clothes.

He stretched this lazy waist very much, and you could even hear a faint clicking sound.

Then, he got up from the ground, wiped the dust off his butt, took out a Taishi chair from the ancestral hall and sat on it.

Now he is still unkempt and covered in dust, but his eyes are no longer indifferent, but extremely bright, even a bit sharp.

There was no sense of lifelessness anymore, his body was filled with vitality that came from nowhere.

Looking at this scene, the elder of the Tang family narrowed his eyes slightly.

"That monster from the Changsheng Sect is called Zhusu? His name is very arrogant. I admire it very much."

Tang Thirty-Six stretched out his hand to take a bowl of tea from the mute servant's hand, took a sip and continued: "If he has left Wenshui at this time, where can I catch him?"

The old priest didn't know what he was thinking of, and his expression was a little strange. He said: "From the first day he entered the city, the old man sent people to keep an eye on him. He can't leave."

"Then what else do I need to do?" Tang Sanliu put his index finger into the tea bowl, dipped some tea in it, flicked it at the densely packed tablets behind him, and said, "As for the second item, it's very simple. I'll enshrine it to you." There’s no need to worry, I have a way to prove to the old man the relationship between my second uncle and the demons.”

The old priest said expressionlessly: "Then what are you going to do at this time?"

"Call the seventh uncle over, call the sixteenth uncle over, and invite the uncle from Jiaer Lane over here."

Tang Sanshiliu said seemingly casually: "I haven't seen these relatives for a long time. Don't tell me, I really miss them."

The old priest didn't know why he wanted to see these people, and what it had to do with the two things he wanted to investigate.

The people guarding outside the ancestral hall didn't know either.

But Mr. Tang made it very clear that Tang Sanshiliu was in charge of everything in Wenshui City at this moment.

Don't say that he just wants to see these people. Even if he wants to call the whole clan to the ancestral hall, he has to do it.

Even though the snow was a bit heavy today, no one dared to disobey Mr. Tang's will. It didn't take long for the three people to arrive at the ancestral hall.

Looking at Tang Sanliu sitting in the Grand Master's chair, the three of them had very complicated emotions, and they didn't know how to face him.

When the Pope came to Wenshui City, the door of the ancestral hall was opened. I heard that the old man also gave Tang Sanshiliu great power. What does this mean?

Could it be that Changfang, who was about to lose power, is about to make a comeback again?

"Nothing else. The old man gave me a rare moment to relax and said I can do whatever I want."

Tang Sanshiliu looked at them and said, "So I asked you three to come over and play cards with me."

The three of them were a little surprised, looked at each other, and then looked at the old worshiper.

Tang Sanliu looked at the old worshiper and said, "You can do anything, including playing cards, right?"

The old priest said expressionlessly, "Yes."

The card table was soon ready.

The green jade bamboo mahjong pieces are arranged neatly, which looks very comfortable.

"It's pleasing to the eye just looking at it, don't you think so, Uncle Qi?"

Tang Sanshiliu gently rubbed the back of the card with his fingertips, and said with emotion: "I wonder what the scenery in the bamboo garden is like in this cold winter month."

Including his seventh uncle, the other three people on the card table just looked at the cards in front of them without responding or reacting. "

"Let the people from Fengtang go over and take a look and seal the bamboo garden. No files or people inside can be thrown away." Tang Sanliu said while looking at the cards.

The old worshiper didn't speak, and you couldn't tell without looking carefully that he nodded slightly.

Outside the ancestral hall, there were countless stewards and subordinates of the old house waiting and then left.

After hearing these words, the seventh uncle finally couldn't help but look up at Tang Thirty-Six.

Tang Thirty-Six didn't react at all. He touched a card and continued: "Yun Group goes to Jingyu, and Chuantang goes to Hesi. I want Jingyu's map and Hesi's bill."

At this point, the two remaining people on the card table finally raised their heads.