Fighter of the Destiny

Mr. Tang said: "You little brat, what do you have to talk about?"

Tang Sanshiliu said with a smile: "Old guy, do you think this card game is over?"

I don't know why, but looking at his smile, Chen Changsheng just felt cold, and then felt a little sad for him.

After he came out of the Tang family ancestral hall, the first thing he said was, where is that old immortal?

Comparing the words "old immortal" and "old guy", of course the former expresses more resentment.

He is using the latter now, which does not mean that his resentment is getting lighter, but it can only mean that his attitude has become more and more indifferent.

Indifference is due to ruthlessness.

Mr. Tang is too ruthless.

On the surface, everything that happened yesterday was, of course, due to Mr. Tang’s wisdom and decision-making.

After he learned that his second son was colluding with the demons, he killed his relatives out of justice.

But Tang Sanshiliu didn't think so.

He had been thinking about it in the ancestral hall without saying a word for half a year, and he had already thought everything through clearly.

He had seen his grandfather through and through.

If Chen Changsheng had not come to Wenshui, his father would have died and he would have been imprisoned until death.

Whether it's poisoning or fighting for power, many things seem to be done by the second master of the Tang family, but whose Tang family belongs to the Tang family?

If Mrs. Tang hadn't kept silent, would these things have happened?

Not to mention, imprisoning Tang Sanliu in the ancestral hall was originally an order given by the old man himself.

If there is any mastermind in this matter, Mrs. Tang is the real mastermind.

It's just that Mr. Tang didn't expect that for the sake of his grandson, the Church of the Church would adopt such a tough attitude, even to the point of almost destroying him. The Chen Changsheng who appeared in Wenshui City did not look like a mature and steady Pope who put the national religion and the people of the world first. He looked more like a reckless man who was carried away by his passion.

Mr. Tang did not expect that Nanxi Zhai and Lishan Sword Sect would show such a decisive stance, especially the latter which caused the Qiushan family to retreat. He also did not expect that these young people would act so directly. Pushing the cards down allowed many people to see the truth of the game.

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The signs made of green bamboo kept rubbing and colliding, making a nice sound, and then gradually became neater.

Tang Sanliu shuffled the cards very skillfully, and he did not forget to chat with Chen Changsheng: "I have always wanted to play cards in this room since I was a child, but this old guy always said that I was still young and wouldn't let him. When I have this kind of opportunity, in fact, when it comes to playing cards, he is no match for me."

After knowing that Xu Yourong was poker friends with Old Man Tang, Chen Changsheng had always wanted to know why Tang Sanliu had not seen her. Only then after listening to these words did he realize that there was this story. In his eyes, Tang Sanliu was just a child, and of course he was not qualified to enter the house.

"Do you really think you are qualified to play cards against me?"

Old Mrs. Tang did not move, stroking the cane with his right hand, looking at Tang Sanliu quietly and asked.

Tang Sanliu had no intention of respecting the old man. He only numbered the cards in front of him and ignored the rest of the scattered cards on the table.

He said: "The game of cards that my second uncle and I played yesterday was good, right?"

Mr. Tang said: "That's because the cards I gave you are good."

Tang Sanshiliu said: "The last card is my own."

Both sentences are correct.

Whether it is Xingtang and Wei Shangshu, or the five kinds of people, as well as the hidden powers in the old house, they are the best cards of the Tang family.

When these cards fell into Tang Sanliu's hands, the second master of the Tang family did not have much power to resist, so the second master of the Tang family simply did not resist, but pinned all his hopes on the final thunder blow. , but did not expect that Tang Sanliu also prepared a particularly beautiful secret card.

Mr. Tang said expressionlessly: "Without my cards, you would have lost everything long ago. How would you have a chance to survive until the last round?"

"That makes sense."

Tang Thirty-Six raised his head and said, "Then I won't use the cards at home today and will use my own cards to fight you."

When he said this, he looked directly into the old man's eyes, or looked at him levelly. In short, he was very rude and tough.

Mr. Tang said with a mocking tone: "What good cards can a little brat like you have?"

Tang Sanshiliu said: "His cards are my cards, who dares to say those cards are bad?"

Then he turned to look at Chen Changsheng and asked, "Is it okay to borrow it?"

Chen Changsheng said: "It's not a book, you can take it if you want to use it."

"Why are you pretending to be generous?" Tang Sanliu said mockingly: "Back then, I wanted to show you my sword, but you didn't do it. You were so nervous."

This is about the old things in the Liziyuan Inn.

The two looked at each other and smiled without arguing.

Mr. Tang didn't smile, and his expression became solemn for the first time.

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In this card game between the Tang family's ancestors and grandchildren, there was only one bystander, and that was Chen Changsheng.

Although he did not participate in the battle, in fact he was not a pure bystander, because all his cards were on the table, in front of Tang Sanliu.

This game is not played in the Kyoto style, nor is it the bloody battle that is popular in Wenshui City, nor is it the bloody river that the disciples of the Lishan Sword Sect like to play most.

The gameplay chosen by Tang Sanliu is very consistent with his own personality, and can also be easier for a beginner like Chen Changsheng to understand.

than size.

The sound of banging kept ringing in the quiet room.

That was the sound of the green bamboo card colliding with the hard old pear wood card table.

The signs were thrown onto the table and lay there quietly, like geldings basking in the sun with their bellies exposed on the meadow.

When given an order, these soldiers and horses can line up in front and charge without rest.

In the middle of the red is the red military flag, rustling in the wind. It is the state cavalry, the Songshan Military Palace, and the Congzhou Military Palace.

Two were iron spears. The one who was hunted by the court for three years, but in turn killed many masters of the court, Xiao Zhang.

There are swords, dragons, tigers, and hundreds of millions of followers.

The rooster is a peacock, and it is also a phoenix.

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Tang Sanshiliu turned over all the cards in his hand.

Chen Changsheng asked uneasily: "Would neither of them be happy with this description?"

Tang Thirty-Six said: "The one who is in trouble is not as good as that...it's just a description, why should I be so serious? Besides, can you pick me a card that looks like a phoenix?"

Chen Changsheng only recognized all the brands yesterday. He couldn't pick them out, so he had no choice but to say nothing.

This was funny, but Mrs. Tang still didn't laugh, and his expression was even more solemn than before.

Tang Sanshiliu has finished playing the cards in his hand, but Old Man Tang has not touched it yet.

Countless mahjong tiles represent each other's power. If we only look at the strength of the cards, it is still unclear who will win and who will lose in the end.

If Mr. Tang plays cards and talks to the two juniors, he will definitely win.

However, the Tang family will definitely lose.