Fighter of the Destiny

The entire Wenshui City was shocked by these words.

There was silence outside the ancestral hall, as quiet as a tomb.

After a while, someone finally woke up.

Mrs. Tang hid the fear in her eyes, walked quickly to him, raised her hand and was about to strike.

A loud slap in the face might make the old man less angry after hearing about this incident?

Mrs. Tang thought like this, gritted her teeth and hit her, not wanting to be soft because of regret, so that others would see the problem, so she used a lot of force.

Tang Sanliu looked at her with a smile and did not dodge.

With a snap, Mrs. Tang's palm fell on Tang Sanliu's face, making a crisp sound.

The left side of Tang Sanliu's face turned red at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, but because he hadn't washed his face for many days and was covered with dirt, it wasn't too conspicuous.

But he still had a smile on his face, a very sincere one, without any reluctance or any emotion.

Mrs. Tang was stunned and reproached with regret: "Why don't you hide?"

"The child is unfilial. He has worried you for the past six months and failed to wait at his father's bedside. He deserves a beating."

Tang Sanliu stepped forward, hugged his mother into his arms, and said softly: "You go home first and wait for me. I still have some things to do."

After half a year, they finally met. Mrs. Tang couldn't bear to do it, but she knew that the Pope was in the old house at this time, and what her son had to do must be important and she couldn't stop him.

"At least you have to go home to wash up and eat some food first. I have already prepared your favorite egg rice in the small kitchen."

Mrs. Tang looked at his obviously much thinner face and said distressedly.

"In the past six months in the ancestral hall, no one has dared to deprive me of food and drink. Even if I am greedy, my son in the kitchen at the old house is used to it."

Tang Sanshiliu looked into his mother's eyes, smiled and said, "If we finish that matter completely, everyone will feel more relaxed."

After saying this, he looked at the crowd on the street.

The stewards and shopkeepers of the long house and dozens of servants and wives were full of joy.

As for the maids and mothers who had served him personally for many years, they were already in tears.

"Why are you crying? Do you really think you are made of water?"

He looked at the maids and said, "Why don't you hurry up and arrange for me to take a shower, young master?"

Listening to these words, the shopkeepers couldn't help but think of the scenes they often saw in Wenshui City many years ago.

They thought, would that scene happen again today? His expression couldn't help but become extremely exciting.

The maids agreed in unison, and a servant who was used to doing this took out more than ten rolls of expensive variegated silk from the car, and brought in various wooden sticks. In front of the ancestral hall, a curtain was used to separate an open space of several feet in radius.

Those extremely capable maids unceremoniously knocked or smashed open a nearby shop, and took out all the hot water prepared in the workshop in the backyard of the shop with familiarity. The maids had long since He took out the wooden bucket and various toiletries from his car and hurried to the curtain.

Tang Sanshiliu had already walked into the curtain and took off all his clothes.

The hot mist is steaming, people are invisible, and the sound of water is extremely clear.

The girls in the city blushed and turned away, but they couldn't help but look back from time to time.

Mrs. Tang sighed helplessly, but her face was full of relief.

The shopkeepers and the people watching the excitement were first speechless in shock, and then they all laughed.

We haven't seen the scenery like Wenshui City in many years.

It didn't take long for the curtain to be removed.

The unkempt, thin and haggard young man before had now transformed into a handsome nobleman.

The eyes of the girls on the street became extremely bright.

A maid came forward with a sword in both hands and tied it around his waist carefully.

The sword looked a bit old, but when it was attached to him, it looked as if it had just been washed with water and was sharp.

It is Wenshui Sword.

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Tang Thirty-six stepped on the cloud boots and tied the Wenshui sword to his waist. He left the ancestral hall and went to the old house.

The crowd stopped far down the street, and no one dared to follow.

He didn't even glance at the plaques left by previous emperors and popes, nor did he pay attention to the extremely humble steward.

He opened the door of the old house and walked in, as natural as going home.

In fact, this place should have been his home.

He has lived here for many years, and in the entire Wenshui City, no one except the old man is more familiar with this place than him.

Entering the small courtyard of the old house, he began to greet people, greeting people like the master.

He patted the King of Linghai on the shoulder and said, "Here he comes."

He then asked Archbishop Eucalyptus Lin: "Are you still getting used to living here?"

He was stunned when he saw Nan Ke, turned around and said to the manager of the old house: "Why don't you quickly take out grandpa's best tea and brew it? Why are you standing here? Do you know who this person is? Although I I’ve never seen her before, but I can recognize her by looking at her strange features. Do you want to die?”

When he saw Zhe Xiu, he nodded without saying anything.

When he finally saw Guan Feibai, his eyebrows suddenly raised like swords, and he said, "Why are you here too?"

Chen Changsheng was worried that Zhusu would sneak attack Guan Feibai, so he stayed in the Taoist temple yesterday. Now Zhusu has been expelled from Wenshui City, and Guan Feibai knew that Tang Sanliu might be released, so he made a special trip to the old house After waiting like this, I didn't expect that after not seeing him for several years, this guy would still be as annoying as before.

"Can't I come?" Guan Feibai's eyebrows were raised like swords.

Just when he thought that Tang Sanliu would continue to tit for tat as before, Tang Sanliu laughed and said, "You are a guest from afar, and I welcome you most."

Then he changed the subject, suppressed his smile, pulled Zhexiu to his side, and said, "You have to welcome us when we go to Mount Li from now on."

Guan Feibai shook his head, thinking that he was still worried about whether this guy would have problems in prison, but now that he thought about it, it was really unnecessary.

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The thick curtain fell, and the hut became a unit of its own, blocking all sight from the snow on the edge of the well.

The cards on the card table are very scattered, some are standing, some have fallen down, some are facing up, and some are not visible to others. It is vaguely the same as the end game from yesterday.

Chen Changsheng and Mrs. Tang sat opposite each other, across the card table.

Tang Thirty-Six walked to the table, looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "Have you discussed it clearly?"

Chen Changsheng nodded.

Tang Sanliu said angrily: "Then why don't you get out of the way quickly?"

"Can I stop you from sitting on your chair?"

Chen Changsheng stood up helplessly and sat on the chair next to him.

Tang Sanliu sat down in his original seat.

It's the position opposite to Mrs. Tang.

The location certainly makes sense.

After he entered the house, he wanted to drive Chen Changsheng away. He wanted to sit in this position, which of course had deep meaning.

"Now it's our turn to talk."

Tang Sanliu looked at Old Mrs. Tang and said.

When he said this, the emotions in his eyes were very complicated.

There is admiration, sadness and sadness, worry and reluctance, disgust and loneliness.

When this sentence was finished, all these complex and unspeakable emotions disappeared, leaving only indifference.