Fighter of the Destiny

Chen Changsheng and everyone from the National Religion returned to the Taoist Hall.

The wind and snow did not stop and fell all night.

He also waited all night.

There was no movement in the Tang family, and there was no sign of any unrest.

For the past three years, the second master of the Tang family has actually been in charge of the family business and the internal affairs of the houses, and is undoubtedly the most important person in the city.

But his disappearance appears to have had no impact on the city.

This once again proves that Wenshui City will always be the city of the Tang family, and the Tang family will always be headed by Mr. Tang.

What made everyone in the State Church and Chen Changsheng feel uneasy was that a whole night had passed and the door of the ancestral hall was still closed.

Tang Thirty-Six has not been released yet.

When the first ray of light fell on Wenshui River in the morning, the last snowflake also fell at the same time, and then the snow stopped.

The wind and snow stopped so suddenly that no one was mentally prepared, as if the Tang family's old manor had sent a letter to the Taoist temple.

The streets and alleys in the city are covered with thick snow, reflecting the warm red morning glow, making them look like burning grass.

Chen Changsheng and the Guojiao group came outside the old house again. This time he was treated much grander than yesterday. Mr. Tang was waiting for him in the yard in person.

"I should have gone to the Taoist Hall to pay homage to the Pope, but the cold has not healed and my old body is unbearable." Old Master Tang said to Chen Changsheng.

There is no sincerity in either look or tone, and of course there is no need for sincerity. Both of them know that they are just doing it for others to see.

Chen Changsheng followed suit and asked, "I wonder how the elder's illness is going?"

The disease here naturally refers to poison.

Mr. Tang said: "Yesterday, someone went to the Changsheng Sect to ask an expert to come and treat him."

The treatment mentioned here naturally means that the Tang family has confirmed that the Changsheng Sect has an antidote, and it can naturally be obtained with the Tang family's ability.

After hearing these words, Chen Changsheng finally felt relieved. Although the poison from the underworld in Su's body could not be poisoned by him and Nan Ke, he and Nan Ke were not confident that they could detoxify others.

While they were talking, the two of them had already arrived in the room, and all sight was cut off from the outside. Naturally, there was no need for false politeness and they went straight to the topic.

"It would be best if you can detoxify. Even if you can't detoxify, it doesn't matter. Just die."

Mr. Tang said indifferently: "The second brother didn't understand this either. Even if he killed Brother Tang yesterday, I wouldn't choose him."

Because he has many sons, and he should live for decades or even hundreds of years, and there is still time to educate and train a qualified successor to the family head.

Chen Changsheng did not believe what Mr. Tang said.

If Tang Sanshiliu was really killed yesterday, the Tang family would inevitably face a counterattack from Chen Changsheng and the National Religion. Even in order to gain the support of Shang Xingzhou and the court, he would push the second master of the Tang family to the position of head of the family.

But Chen Changsheng understood why Mr. Tang said this.

Mr. Tang wanted him to know that under yesterday's situation, he could not give the Tang family a second wife, and in today's situation, he still could not give the eldest wife.

Because the relationship between Chen Changsheng and Tang Sanliu was too close, the relationship between the eldest son and the state religion had always been too close.

Mrs. Tang deposed the second master as the head of the family, but still chose to side with Shang Xingzhou and the court.

He looked at Chen Changsheng and asked, "Are you confused about why I support your master so firmly?"

Chen Changsheng thought about the dog he saw on the street early yesterday morning. After a moment of silence, he said, "You can probably understand a little bit, because you are of the same mind."

"The word "comrades" is used very well, because many years ago, after the siege of Luoyang, your master Shang Youyin and I returned to Kyoto in the same way."

Mrs. Tang looked at the well in the courtyard, and his eyes fell on the snow on the edge of the well.

"In those few years, I traveled around various places. However, knowing that I was the eldest young master of the Tang family, no matter whether it was the previous dynasty, the Taoist sect, or those who rebelled against the king, no one dared to disrespect me at all. I had no chance to experience the hardships and dangers of the world. I thought This is probably what happens in the world. Even if some people may have a harder life, what does it have to do with me? After all, I am the noble son who no one dares to mess with. However, who would have thought that Luoyang City But you were surrounded by demons for three whole months, during which countless tragic things happened... In the end, who will care that you are the eldest son of the Tang family?"

Old Mrs. Tang squinted his eyes slightly, with occasional wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, a bit self-deprecating, but mostly sad.

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and even the red eagles that sent messages in Luoyang City were secretly slaughtered and eaten by some strong men, let alone expect there to be tree bark anywhere. The demons were raping, killing, and plundering outside the city, and the sporadic human rebels were mad in despair inside the city. The demons were eating people everywhere on both sides of the Wei River, and the people in Luoyang were also eating people. There were bones everywhere in the water.

Even if his mind is as cold and hard as his, he doesn't want to have any more memories of those scenes from back then.

Of course, he didn't want to see such a scene appear before his eyes again.

so.

"No chaos, these are the three words I care about most in my life."

"Destroying the demon clan is what I want to accomplish most in my life."

"The Tang family is strong enough and has the qualifications to choose, so how to choose between the state religion and the imperial court?"

"I choose the strongest one."

"What does it mean to be strong? In addition to whose fist is bigger, it also depends on who punches more steadily."

Mr. Tang looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "Your fist is not big enough yet, and as for stability, it is much worse than your teacher."

Chen Changsheng knew that this was Mrs. Tang's final attitude and did not express any further opinions on it.

"I have nothing else to say. I just want to take him away. I came to Wenshui to take him away, not to persuade the Tang family to change their mind."

He also said the same thing to the second master of the Tang family that day in the Taoist Hall.

However, the second master of the Tang family did not believe his words and responded with a silent and mocking smile.

Mr. Tang's discernment was infinitely better than that of his son, so he could naturally see that Chen Changsheng was telling the truth.

The whole thing is so simple, and it is so simple for young people to do things.

Mr. Tang was silent for a long time as he thought of the interesting things that happened on his journey from Luoyang with Shang Yuyin countless years ago.

Almost all of their generation are dead now. Even though he and Shang Xingzhou are still alive, they are already old, but they were young after all.

"I promise you." Mr. Tang looked at him and said, "Talk about it, he should have come out by now."

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Today's Wenshui City is much more lively than the past few days.

The second master of the Tang family was imprisoned unknown where, the second house lost power, and audits and cleanings were being carried out simultaneously, but the shops along the street had been opened, and there were more pedestrians.

The main street in front of the ancestral hall was even more noisy at this time. The stewards, shopkeepers and servants of Tang's family room were waiting outside the door to protect Mrs. Tang.

Suddenly, the heavy wooden door of the ancestral hall slowly opened.

Tang Thirty-Six walked out of it.

Just like when he walked out of the Tomb of Heaven's Book many years ago, he was unkempt, covered in dust, and much thinner, as if he had suffered a lot.

But his eyes became brighter, his expression was much calmer than before, and his temperament was calm.

Looking at her son, Mrs. Tang's eyes were slightly moist. She suppressed her emotions and did not dare to cry.

What happened next proved to people that he was still the same Tang Sanshiliu.

No matter that after being locked up in the ancestral hall for half a year, his expression and temperament were already very different from before.

He asked the crowd, "Where's the old immortal?"

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(Tang Sanshiliu finally came out of the ancestral hall, and Mr. Xian Tou also got married. I took a look at the wedding photos. The bride is so beautiful. It’s really irritating. I wish you a happy life.)