Fighter of the Destiny

The second master of the Tang family remained silent.

The great priest said: "Xue Xingchuan will definitely stay in the palace tonight to preside over the imperial map. This man is very energetic and at the peak of his power. I don't have much chance of winning against him, and the Holy Queen will most likely kill Shuang." The Yu Divine Spear was delivered to him. If it is true, then he will have the ability to be infinitely close to the sacred realm."

The meaning of this sentence is very clear. If Xue Xingchuan holds the Shuangyu Divine Spear, then only a strong man in the sacred realm can defeat him. With the Tang family's thousands of years of foundation in the mainland, it may really be possible to invite a strong man in the sacred realm. Take action, but the providential murderous array in the palace is specifically aimed at the powerful in the sacred field.

It seems that this is an unbreakable situation. Only by taking risks can the great priest find a chance to break the situation.

The second master of the Tang family continued to be silent.

The big worshiper said: "The worshiper of the Akiyama family is not as strong as me. The Prime Minister is a treacherous man and will never arrive in Kyoto before the outcome is finalized. The King of Zhongshan is also a lunatic. There is no one else except me."

"No." The second master of the Tang family shook his head and said, "Our Tang family will only provide information, judgment and money. We will not give up anyone until the last moment."

"Who will break the willful murderous formation? Without entering the palace, even if the old man comes to Kyoto in person, there is no way to get the imperial map in his hands."

"That man told the old man that he would resolve this matter."

"The stakes are high. You can't trust people with this kind of thing. It has nothing to do with trust, but only with ability."

The second master of the Tang family said: "That person scares even me, so if I believe that he can do it, then he can definitely do it."

He didn't say who that person was.

Of course, Tang Sanshiliu couldn't know, but for some reason, he was very sure that he was talking about Chen Changsheng's teacher and the former dean of the National Education Academy, Shang Xingzhou.

"Since everyone's goal tonight is to invite the Holy Queen to return to the Xinghai, why not save Chen Changsheng by the way?"

He tried to keep his voice as calm and indifferent as possible, so as not to show that he cared too much.

But there was no way to hide it from the eyes of the second master of the Tang family. He looked at Tang Sanliu and said, "These are two unrelated things."

Tang Thirty-Six said: "If it is the will of heaven, allowing Chen Chang to live will more or less affect the Holy Queen's state of mind."

The second master of the Tang family laughed silently, and then said calmly: "First of all, we are not doing justice for heaven, but talking about human affairs. Secondly, our surname is Tang, not Chen. We are not those loyal ministers and righteous men who followed the seventeen princes back to the capital. , We shouldn’t care about Chen Changsheng’s life or death, because we want to ensure that we are alive.”

Tang Sanshiliu said: "Second uncle, have you ever thought about what will happen if you fail?"

The second master of the Tang family smiled and said: "If that person hadn't defeated the murderous array of God's will and helped us enter the palace, then we would naturally have no choice but to return to Wenshui."

Tang Sanshiliu said calmly: "Are you so sure that our Tang family will not be affected in any way?"

"Of course, because no one will ever see us in Kyoto."

The second master of the Tang family said calmly: "Don't forget what I said before, our Tang family will never do business that may suffer losses."

Tang Sanshiliu said: "But you also mentioned Wang Po's name before."

The second master of the Tang family did not get angry, and sighed and said: "Yes, besides Wang Po and Su Li, these are the two most losing businesses in the old man's life. If both of them are in Kyoto tonight, Su Li will be trapped in the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books." The Holy Queen asked Wang Po to calculate the changes in the formation, find the weaknesses, and then go straight into the palace to fight with Xue Xingchuan. Why do we need to come forward in person? What is the result? A person has to be a lonely celebrity and is tainted with shabbiness. , it is really a pity that a person has to be a prodigal son when he dies but cannot leave his beautiful wife behind."

"Don't mention that Wang Po was forced out of Wenshui by your second uncle."

Tang Sanliu looked at him and smiled and said: "When the Tang family needed them most, they were not there, or maybe it was because they all saw that, our Tang family, no, you Tang family can only count numbers, Talking about money makes them feel sick, not to mention in awe."

His smile was innocent, pure, and dazzling.

The second master of the Tang family looked at him quietly, then suddenly raised his right hand and slapped him in the face.

There was a crisp sound, and Tang Sanliu hit the wall hard. The left side of his face was swollen, and a line of blood flowed from the corner of his lips. He looked very embarrassed.

But he was still smiling, and he was still smiling so happily, which made him look even more dazzling.

"I said, I don't want to play such childish tricks with you." The second master of the Tang family looked at him and said very seriously.

Tang Thirty-Six stood up unsteadily, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, carefully wiped off the blood from the corners of his lips, and said, "No, it's because you know what I said is right."

The second master of the Tang family looked at him and said with a smile, "Do you really think that the second uncle dare not kill you?"

Tang Sanshiliu looked at him and smiled and said: "I already said it in front of so many people at the National Education Academy, Second Uncle, you have always wanted me to die. How could I think that you don't dare to kill me?"

Without waiting for the second master of the Tang family to speak, he continued with a smile: "I believe that the old man has already known about our conversation in the National Education College at this time. I believe that the great grandpa will also pass our conversation back to Wenshui. When I return home, I will I will also personally tell the old man about this matter, so if you don’t kill me today, Second Uncle, you will really be in trouble.”

The second master of the Tang family looked at him and smiled and said, "You should know the old man's eyes and temper better than I do."

Tang Sanshiliu chuckled and said: "Old man, no matter how nice your eyes are, they are almost dull, and no matter how bad your temper is, you still dote on your only grandson. Second uncle, even if you give birth to one child, and raise him to be as big as me, with such a sweet mouth, at least you will have to It will take several years, I guess it will be too late, so Second Uncle, if you want to continue your dandy life, or continue to tolerate it and act like a dandy when everyone knows it, or you may really need to wait until I return to Wenshui Kill me before, otherwise this game of you hiding it from me and me pretending to hide it from you really can't continue."

When the two of them were talking, they both smiled slightly. They looked very similar to each other and had two equally handsome faces. When facing each other like this, the picture was by no means harmonious. Instead, it made people shudder.

What kind of uncle and nephew are these.

The smile of the second master of the Tang family finally faded away. He looked at Tang Sanliu and said, "Are you forcing me to fight for the family property?"

Tang Sanshiliu said with a smile: "Our Tang family... no, don't you, the Tang family, like to use profit to manipulate people's hearts the most? I want to try it too."

Hearing these words, the second master of the Tang family laughed silently again, with his mouth open, looking a little scary.

"Don't laugh like that, second uncle." Tang Sanliu suddenly suppressed his smile, looked at him and said seriously: "This is very silly, this really looks like a fool."

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Because it is closer to the night sky, when there are stars on weekdays, the top of Tianshuling should be brighter than the ground. But tonight there are many clouds and no stars, so the night here is darker than other places in Kyoto. The area in front of the Shinto is made of clear light. The picture is set off more clearly, and even the smallest picture can be seen.

During the previous period, Chen Changsheng saw the National Education Academy and the middle-aged man who looked very similar to Tang Sanliu. He didn't know who that person was, but he could roughly guess, but how could he look like him now? I can't imagine what will happen between the uncle and nephew, and I don't know what the Tang family in Wenshui is going to do when they come to Kyoto.

Queen Tianhai should know a lot, but she didn't care.

She had thought in advance that someone from the Tang family would definitely come, and someone from the Tang family should also come. How could the old man who had been suppressed by the Wenshui River for more than two hundred years with her supreme authority miss the opportunity tonight?

It seems that everyone who is supposed to come has already arrived.

"People who shouldn't be here are here too."

Queen Tianhai's eyes left the night scene and looked into the distance.

The distance mentioned here is an extremely distant place.

Previously, no matter whether it was Zhu Luo and Stargazer, Infinite Bi and Different Red, or the appearance of the Seventeenth Route Rebel King or the four major families, they could not change the emotion on her face at all.

However, when she looked at that distant place, her expression finally became more solemn.

Kyoto is in the center of the continent, and the farthest place from here is either Daxizhou, the islands in the South China Sea, or the endless snowfield north of Snow Old City.

Or it's the cloud tomb.

There is a solitary peak in Yun Tomb, and there is a sparsely populated town three hundred miles away, named Xining.

There is an old temple outside the town, and there is a stream behind the temple. People say that the stream flows from the solitary peak in Yun Tomb.

At some point, there was a monk by the stream.

The monk was wearing a black monk's robe, which was covered with dust and cracks, but it had a feeling of being free from dust.

The monk had a handsome face, but he couldn't tell his specific age. He was probably middle-aged. There were a few faint wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. His eyes were peaceful and clear, filled with infinite compassion and love. It was as if he could see infinite distances and everything.

The monk put his feet into the cool stream and sighed.

The emotions in this sigh were extremely complicated.

His feet have traveled hundreds of thousands of miles and are too tired.

He and his people have been away from this continent for nearly a thousand years, which is too long.

There was an indifferent smile on the monk's face, and rain suddenly fell from the sky above the stream.

Tomb of Clouds is the destination of all clouds and the source of all water. It is very close to Tomb of Clouds, and this rain is the latest rain.

Tens of thousands of miles away, it also started to rain in Kyoto. Smoke-like rain penetrated the night and fell on the streets and mountains.

On an ordinary straight street in Nancheng, the falling raindrops were slightly deformed, and the light refracted back and forth.

A Taoist priest walked out of the rainy night and walked out of the sky.

He was standing on the night street in the autumn rain, but it gave people the feeling that he was not here.

He is somewhere, anywhere in the world. His true location is constantly changing and cannot be determined at all.

The drizzle fell silently, and on both sides of the ordinary streets, everyone was sleeping, and no one woke up.

He was the only one awake.

The Taoist looked towards the mountain to the south with a calm expression.

On the top of that mountain mausoleum, Holy Queen Tianhai was quietly looking at her in the night.

Chen Changsheng was also looking at the Taoist.

He called Master silently, but did not shout out.

Because the Taoist didn't look at him, just looked at the Holy Queen Tianhai.

He remembered that during the more than ten years he had lived in the old temple in Xining Town, the master often only looked at his senior brother and would not look at himself. It was as if he had never existed in the master's eyes.

"Empress, please abdicate." The Taoist said while looking at the Tomb of Heavenly Books.