Fighter of the Destiny

The movements in the ancestral hall and what was happening in the shops and houses inside and outside Wenshui City were reported to the old house one by one.

The person in charge of reporting the situation was the manager of the old house. He spoke very quickly but clearly, ensuring that everyone in the room could understand.

In this room now, in addition to Mr. Tang and Chen Changsheng, there are also Zhexiu and Nanke. They are also here to tell stories. They have just finished telling the story of the Snow Ridge and the story of the rocky mountain.

"The three people he called to the ancestral hall first looked like nothing on the surface, but in fact they were the arms that the second brother relied on."

Mr. Tang said to Chen Changsheng, like a storyteller, "I didn't expect that my grandson has been imprisoned for three years, but it turns out that there are still people sending him news, and their eyes are very poisonous. His methods are also neat, first of all First cover the eyes, mouth and nose of the second child, and then scatter the cover with the force of thunder, but after all, it is still too routine."

Chen Changsheng didn't know what to say. He didn't know much about these things and wasn't good at them.

Not long after, the steward of the old house came outside again and told what happened in the ancestral hall.

"What did you say he was doing? Playing cards in the ancestral hall?"

Mr. Tang's eyes were slightly narrowed, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly smiled at Chen Changsheng and said, "Your Majesty, the Pope, are you interested in playing a few games with me?"

Chen Changsheng has no interest in playing cards. He doesn't even know how to play cards.

Fortunately, for him, who has read Daozang Kenshin since he was a child, it only takes a short time to learn it, at least less than an hour.

Four people are needed to play cards, and Nan Ke and Zhe Xiu also sat down.

Folding sleeves also needs to be learned now. Although Nanke has played with several sisters in Xuelao City, he is not good at it.

So of course this card game went very slowly.

While they were shuffling and building cards, news about the ancestral hall and Wenshui City kept spreading into the old house and reached the card table.

"The eldest young master asked the Feng group to go to Zhuyuan."

"Group Yun went to Jingyu and said they found several maps."

"Chuan Tang went to Hesi, but the account the eldest young master asked for was never found. There were burnt marks in the snow behind the house."

There are two card tables in Wenshui City in the wind and snow.

One is in the ancestral hall and the other is in the old house.

In fact, today's card game is played by two people.

Tang Sanshiliu and the second master of the Tang family who did not go to the card table.

As more and more news was reported, Mr. Tang played cards slower and slower, and the expression on his face became more and more complex.

There is relief, regret, vigilance, uneasiness, and a touch of determination that is hard to see.

At some point, a skinny old man in gray robes came to the door without making any sound.

The skinny old man had a calm expression and looked like a retired official who was unconcerned with the world.

But both Zhe Xiu and Nan Ke felt the strong danger. Even though Mr. Tang was sitting at the top of the card table, they were still ready to transform.

King Linghai and Yulin ignored the obstruction of everyone in the Tang family's old house and forced themselves to the small courtyard outside the house.

Because they also felt extreme danger.

There were so many strong men, but no one noticed when this skinny old man appeared and how he quietly walked into the old house.

The King of Linghai looked at the profile of the skinny old man and felt that he looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it.

Even Mr. Tang showed surprise at the appearance of this skinny old man.

"The snow is so heavy, why are you here? Is the rheumatism okay?"

The skinny old man shook his head to show that he was fine, but did not speak. If he was not unable to speak, then he cherished his words like gold.

The steward of the old house glanced at the skinny old man uneasily, and while wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he said in a trembling voice: "The young master wants to use the torture hall."

After hearing this, Mr. Tang was silent for a while and took back the card he was about to play.

"Let him use it, but only for an hour. As long as he doesn't burn the ancestral hall, he can do whatever he wants."

The manager of the old house trembled, obviously not expecting that Mr. Tang would really agree to Tang Sanliu's request.

Chen Changsheng glanced at King Linghai outside the door and wanted to know what the execution hall was. King Linghai shook his head imperceptibly, indicating that Li Palace had no information about this.

The skinny old man saluted Mr. Tang, nodded to Chen Changsheng, and left the old house without saying a word from beginning to end.

The card game in the ancestral hall should have continued, and the card game in the old house had also started again. Just when Mr. Tang won the first game, the steward came again.

This time there was more sweat on his forehead and his voice was trembling.

"Young master... we need five kinds of people."

The surroundings of the old house suddenly became extremely quiet.

Mr. Tang's expression changed slightly, he slammed a card onto the card table, and said angrily: "Is he really planning to demolish the ancestral hall?"

The steward has not seen the old man so angry for many years.

As for Chen Changsheng and others, they had never seen it before. They were surprised and even more curious. The name Five Kinds of People was so strange. What exactly was it?

Mr. Tang's anger gradually subsided, and he said with deep eyes, "Let him use it."

Not long after, the steward came to the house again. This time, his clothes were all wet with sweat.

"Tonglu...Tonglu was burned down. The young master ordered the fat son-in-law to light the fire himself."

"Tonglu is my second son's favorite study. It contains many paintings and calligraphy that he bought with his personal money over the years."

Mr. Tang said to Chen Changsheng.

It was strange that this time Tang Sanliu directly sent people to burn down the Tang family's second master's study, but the old man's reaction was very calm.

Obviously, in his opinion, Tang Sanliu's actions that might intensify conflicts and ignite the anger of the second room were far more important than the torture hall and the five kinds of people.

Then new news came from the ancestral hall.

The news this time was somewhat insignificant, just a trivial matter to be precise.

The steward said: "The eldest young master said that his stomach was not feeling too well, so he sent someone to bring a table of vegetarian food to Jiming'an outside the city."

Upon hearing these words, Mr. Tang's fingers when touching the cards trembled slightly, and then he was silent for a long time without knowing where he was thinking.

Finally, he pushed down the cards in front of him and said to Chen Changsheng, "No more playing."

The card game in the old house ended here, and I don’t know when the card game over there in the ancestral hall will end.

Chen Changsheng suddenly figured out something.

It turns out that this is not a card game between Tang Sanliu and the second master of the Tang family, but a card game between Tang Sanshiliu and Mrs. Tang.

Through the things that happened before, Tang Sanliu proved that he knew all the cards in the old man's hand, and he could play these cards very well.

For example, the execution hall and the five types of people.

But what’s going on with the vegetarian food at Jiming’an?