"Young Master can no longer bear your slackness. Since you are so unwilling to establish an intelligence system, then leave Chaochang!"

The middle-aged man looked at Sister Xiu'er who bit her lower lip and said nothing, and sighed: "Someone will take over your position in the future. After you hand over Chaochang's power intelligence and artifacts to her, you will go back to the Blood Tower!"

Sister Xiu'er, who had been silent all the time, looked up in shock when she heard this, and said, "Transfer? Leave? No, I can't leave!"

"This is an order!" The middle-aged man's face suddenly became gloomy: "You are a descendant of the Yun family, and the blood of the Yun family flows. Your way of life is paved with your life by the uncles and ancestors of the Yun family. The meaning of your life is to remember these things, rather than degenerate yourself!"

"I didn't want to fall into depravity." Sister Xiu'er said wailingly: "But what can I do if I take back the control of Chaochang? The one who really wants to destroy the Yun family is not the Xiang family. They are just an evil dog that has changed its owner. But even this evil dog has grown fangs now, and for hatred, it will be folded into the hope that Yun family has finally left behind. Is this what you want to see!?"

"Stop your mouth!" The middle-aged man was furious: "How could you, a villain, say such a ruthless thing? As a descendant of the Yun clan, if you can even forget the deep hatred of the sea of ​​blood, how can you talk about being a human being??"

"If it was really for revenge, the head of the family and the elders should have left their hope of life to the group of brothers who are ambitious in the clan, rather than us, the group of children who are learning to speak!"

Sister Xiu'er refused to give in and tried to argue: "The ancestors thought that although martial arts can save the world, they cannot support the world. Only business can. This is why the martial arts scriptures were destroyed after the human race became prosperous and abandoned martial arts. But now they have to overturn the thousand-year tradition and abandoned business and follow martial arts. I don't understand why!"

"Because Yun Zu's path was wrong!" The middle-aged man said coldly: "Yun Zu overestimated human memory and underestimated human greed, thinking that with the friendship of fighting monsters together, he could protect the Yun family forever. But what's the truth! The Yun family's ancestral hall was razed to the ground, and even Yulinzhai next to him was late. At this time, where was the friendship between saving the world together?"

"For thousands of years, the Yun family has opened up thousands of business palaces and has opened up countless business paths. It has more than just billions of people. But when the Yun family was in trouble, where were the people who had helped these Yun family? From the beginning, Yun Zu was wrong because his compassion would not make the aristocratic family stronger. No matter how much gratitude you get, it cannot be converted into strength, but it is just a false reputation!"

"In a great struggle, only strength is the foundation of one's life! Even if it is a thousand years late, with the talent of my Yun family disciple, I can still return to the top of the human race by day. At that time, if I owe the Yun family's debts, we will get them back one by one!"

"No, this is not right!" Sister Xiu'er burst into tears and shook her head and said, "Even if the Yun family returns to the top of the human race one day and brings to Xihe, it will only be destruction. All of them are Xihe's deaths. Even if she sits at the top of the human world, what's the point??"

"Ha." The middle-aged man's mouth slightly raised, and there was a bone-in-describable determination in the curve of contempt: "The reason why the Yun family destroyed the clan was because they did not have the ability to drag Xihe into the dead land. Do you think the human race is prosperous now and the holy land is harmonious because they love peace? It is just because they know that once the holy land is used, Xihe will become a wasteland, so the king's land is escaping the world and the saints will not leave."

"What are the saints doing when the human king who cannot escape the world?" The middle-aged man pointed to the way of heaven: "Do you know how many stars in this heaven are made by the King of Tiannan? How many solidified small spiritual worlds in Zhongzhou have been connected together, forming the prototype of the Zhongqian world; the human kings of Wusheng Mountain are even roaming in the void, wondering what they are looking for; why do these holy places have to make these preparations? Do you think they want to let Xihe Dachang!?"

"No one likes war, but it will come one day as promised, but do you think, when will this war begin?"

The middle-aged man's indifferent expression seemed extremely cruel: "I think at least when the holy land feels that he is ready, the standard of preparation is probably that even if Xiga becomes wasteland, it doesn't matter!"

"How much time is left for Yun from now to that day? Of course, you can close your eyes, shrink your head, and feel your own happiness and joy with those ignorant fools, but when that day comes, you will struggle and suffocate in despair like those sea fishes caught by the net."

"So, I said Yun Zu was wrong!"

"Go to help a dead land that is destined to become a wasteland. This is a dead end! If he hadn't kicked Yun from the holy land of the human world and pointed out a dead end to us, how could Yun's fall to the current level!"

The middle-aged man's facial features were a little distorted. The high respect he had at the beginning and the deep hatred he had now: "Now, it's time to wake up! Giving up the unrealistic ideal of business and helping the world and returning to the right path is what the Yun family disciples should do!"

"Ten days later, Yun Fang will come to Chaochang to hand over your work. In the past few days, you will work with me to investigate the content of the evil palace conspiring with Xiang!"

The middle-aged man turned his head and stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the immortal cloud soul."

Sister Xiu'er's heart was thrust, and there was only silence.

...

Tang Luo, who had been sitting in front of the hut for a long time, was in a mess. Sister Xiu'er fishing time was extremely fixed these days, and it was as precise as the rotation of the sun and the moon.

The sudden delay made him a little scared. The warrior's feelings were the most accurate. This whim response would never be aimless.

But the spiritual world passage should be secret enough, just going south to fish and fish. No problems should happen. So where does this inexplicable feeling come from?

It was never Tang Luo's character to sit and wait for death. He used one hand to form a seal to activate the formation. When the spiritual channel appeared, Tang Luo sank into it, trying to find Yun Xiu's trace.

Following the passage southward, Tang Luo's expression suddenly became gloomy because he saw a net of dead fish. Judging from the situation, he had been dead for several hours.

Sister Xiu'er, who loves life, even uses the fish bones. What's more, these freshly caught sea fish will throw the fishing net here, which means that the other party must have encountered something!

Tang Luo, who came to the conclusion, had a gloomy face and left the spiritual world passage directly, pushed his wheelchair into the city, and found a station for the Beast Control Sect.

After taking the paper and writing two letters, Tang Luo handed them to the official minister and said lightly: "These two letters will be sent to Beimeng, and the speed will be accelerated!"
Chapter completed!