Fighter of the Destiny

Looking at this scene, the old priest felt a sense of regret.

He had already guessed the identity of the mute servant, but he never thought that these assassins once belonged to Tianjike and were all his subordinates.

The old priest took a deep breath, looked at the mute servant and shouted: "Liu Qing, come and fight!"

He is worthy of being a half-step sacred warrior from the previous generation. Even though he was seriously injured in a sneak attack, he still sounded like thunder and was extremely majestic.

The cold winter wind blew his hair wildly.

Yes, that mute servant is Liu Qing, the former leader of the Tianji Pavilion assassin organization.

After Su Li and the mysterious assassin disappeared one after another, he became the most terrifying assassin in the continent.

Only he could successfully attack such a powerful figure, but he also paid a heavy price.

Tang Sanshiliu stood up, looked at Liu Qing and asked, "Is it okay?"

Liu Qing said nothing and nodded expressionlessly.

"Fight you, fight!"

Tang Sanshiliu dusted off the snow flakes on his body, looked at the old priest covered in blood on the stone steps and said, "Now it's our turn to beat you up."

After saying this, he waved his hand vigorously.

Liu Qing and seven assassins headed towards the stone steps to kill.

At the same time, the door of the ancestral hall was pushed open, and more people poured in.

The sharp and sinister sword intent left traces on the wall of the ancestral hall from time to time.

Crossbow arrows and hidden weapons made whining sounds in the wind and snow.

There was blood everywhere, and the white walls looked like they needed to be painted again.

I don’t know how long it took, but the chaotic sounds finally disappeared and the ancestral hall returned to silence.

It was very quiet, you could hear the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground, and you could also hear the rapid breathing of people.

There was blood everywhere, and everyone was injured. Tang Sanliu was no exception, with two broken ribs.

In order to attract the attention of the old priest, he did not allow himself to retreat to the rear.

Facts have proved that his method was effective, and no one in the siege died.

The old worshipper died, leaning on the incense table in the ancestral hall. There were wounds everywhere on his body, and the blood had drained out. He looked extremely miserable.

His eyes were still open, and there was still a hint of regret and loss in them.

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Those who came to help were all from Tang's family.

In the past six months, there were no stones thrown into the wall, nor kites piercing the sky, but since the mute servant was Liu Qing, Tang Sanliu naturally maintained close contact with the eldest son. The houses near the ancestral hall have long been secretly controlled by the chief, just waiting for the moment when action is needed.

But Tang Sanshiliu really didn't expect that the old worshiper would actually become his second uncle's person.

If Liu Qing hadn't been here today, he would have died.

Tang Sanshiliu asked the elders to exit the ancestral hall, looked at Liu Qing and said, "Brother Idol, you have worked hard these past six months."

When he went to Hanshan to attend the Stone Cooking Conference, he saw this legendary assassin for the first time.

At that time, Liu Qing wanted Chen Changsheng to be the new leader of the assassin organization, but of course Chen Changsheng refused.

Tang Sanshiliu wanted to do it very much and wanted to get Liu Qing's contact information.

Chen Changsheng knew exactly what he wanted to do, so he didn't agree.

But after Tang Sanliu was imprisoned in the ancestral hall, the situation changed, and Chen Changsheng's thoughts were naturally different.

As a result, Tang Sanliu contacted Liu Qing.

Liu Qing said expressionlessly: "I'm just collecting money to do things."

Tang Thirty-Six suddenly asked: "Do you have any idea of ​​being a tribute to my Tang family?"

Liu Qing glanced at him and said, "We'll wait until you become the head of the family."

In order to protect Tang Sanliu's safety during the past six months, Liu Qing pretended to be a mute servant in the ancestral hall, so naturally he could not speak.

No matter in front of or behind others, in front of or behind the court, or living alone in a dark room, or even after sleeping, he never said another word.

This is not an easy thing.

From that day on, Tang Sanliu stopped talking.

Some Tang family members thought he was acting like this out of desperation, while others thought it meant silent confrontation.

No one knew that he just wanted to have some quiet time to reflect on himself and spend some time with Liu Qing.

Tang Thirty-Six looked at the injured assassins and said, "After I become the head of the family, I will support you all my life."

These assassins originally belonged to Tianji Pavilion, but now they are subordinates of the imperial court. Today, they acted under Liu Qing's order. If they rebel, they will inevitably be hunted down by the imperial court. Although they are used to living in the dark, if If this continues for many years, who would really want to be a lonely ghost?

Tang Sanshiliu's words were very direct. Although they seemed a bit far away now, they were a promise after all.

The assassins nodded to him, asked Liu Qing for instructions with their eyes, and disappeared into the snow.

Liu Qing asked Tang Sanliu: "What will you do next?"

Tang Thirty-Six looked at the closed door of the ancestral hall, and after a moment of silence he said, "Wait."

Liu Qing glanced at him, said nothing, and left the ancestral hall.

Everyone dispersed.

He was the only one in the ancestral hall, and there were dead people everywhere.

He walked to the stone steps, moved the old corpse away from the incense case, and took Zhang Xin's futon from under the case.

The wind and snow fell silently in the courtyard.

He sat on the futon, looking at the snowy scene outside the door, calmly waiting for the final outcome.

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What happened in the ancestral hall soon spread back to the old house.

Chen Changsheng looked at the snowy scene outside the door, and the expression on his face gradually relaxed, like a wintersweet that had broken free from the thick snow, its luster was pleasing to the eye.

The manager of the old house looked at the second master of the Tang family, lowered his head and said, "The eldest young master brought a message to the second master."

The second master of the Tang family didn't say anything. He looked at the scattered signs on the table and didn't know what he was thinking.

Mr. Tang said: "What witty words does this child want to say?"

Hearing these words, Chen Changsheng turned around and glanced at Old Man Tang.

It can be clearly seen from the title that the old man's attitude towards Tang Sanliu has changed.

No one knows the specific details of the assassination in the ancestral hall, but it must have been bloody and cruel.

Everyone, including Mr. Tang, thought that Tang Sanliu would be killed by the second master of the Tang family. Although Chen Changsheng knew that Liu Qing had been by Tang Sanliu's side, he felt that the situation was extremely dangerous.

But the outcome of the assassination in the ancestral hall was completely opposite to what everyone thought.

The manager of the old house whispered: "The eldest young master said that assassins should be raised by yourself to be useful. What others give you is not your own after all, just like your ability."

This sentence sounds a bit confusing. What does ability refer to specifically?

Others can't understand it, but the second master of the Tang family can understand it.

Knowing what happened in the ancestral hall, no matter how shocked he felt, he still maintained a superficial calm.

Until now, when he heard what Tang Sanliu said, he could no longer support it, and his face instantly turned pale.

No matter how smart you are and good at conspiracy, if you are not strong enough and can only use others to do things for you, problems will occur sooner or later.

He thought of what Wang Po said on the snowy street three years ago, and what Zhexiu said in the Taoist temple the day before yesterday. He couldn't help but feel a little dazed, thinking, had he really been wrong all these years?

Wei Shangshu did not come, but the shy young people from the execution room came.

The second master of the Tang family was taken away.

No one knows where he will be imprisoned, when he will appear in front of the world again, or whether he will die tonight.

Just like what the old priest thought of when he looked at Tang Sanliu in the ancestral hall.

The Tang family practices the businessman's way. The winner takes all, and the loser gets nothing. That's it.

It's also like the words Tang Sanshiliu brought to Mr. Tang, freedom of conscience, no evidence is needed, and no real reason.