Chen Changsheng and the members of the National Church returned to the Taoist Hall.

The wind and snow did not stop and fell for a whole night.

He also waited for a whole time.

There was no movement in the Tang family, nor any signs of turmoil.

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

But his disappearance did not seem to have any 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 the head of the old man Tang.

What made the members of the National Church and Chen Changsheng uneasy was that the whole night passed and the door of the ancestral hall was still closed.

Tang Sanshiliu has not been released yet.

When the first ray of light fell on the 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 everyone was not mentally prepared, just like the old house of the Tang family sent a letter to the Taoist hall.

There was thick snow on the streets and alleys in the city, reflecting the warm red morning glow, looking like burning grass.

Chen Changsheng and the National Church and his group came to the old house again. This time he received much more treatment than yesterday. Old Master Tang was waiting for him in the yard.

"I should have gone to the Taoist Palace to worship the Muslim Pope, but the wind and cold have not healed, and I am so impatient." Old Master Tang said to Chen Changsheng.

Neither expression nor tone are sincere, and of course they do not need sincerity. Both of them know that they are just for others to see.

Chen Changsheng said along the way: "Don't know what's wrong with Mr. Chang's illness?"

Disease here is naturally called poison.

Old Master Tang said: "Someone went to Changsheng Sect yesterday to invite the master 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 achieved with the Tang family's ability.

Hearing this sentence, Chen Changsheng finally felt relieved and removed the poison of the underworld on Su's body. Although he could not poison him and Nanke, he and Nanke were not confident that they could detoxify others.

While speaking, the two of them had already come to the house, and all their sights were isolated. Naturally, they no longer needed hypocritical politeness and went straight to the topic.

"If you can detoxify, it's better. Even if you can't detoxify, it doesn't matter. Just die."

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

Because he has many sons, and he should be able to live for decades or even hundreds of years, and he still has time to educate and cultivate a qualified heir to the head of the family.

Chen Changsheng did not believe what Mr. Tang said.

If Tang Sanshiliu was really killed yesterday, the Tang family would inevitably face the counterattack of Chen Changsheng and the National Cult. 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 that.

Old Master Tang wanted him to know that under the situation yesterday, he could not give the Tang family to the second house, so in today's situation, he could still not give the eldest house.

Because Chen Changsheng and Tang Sanshiliu had too close relationships, the relationship between Changfang and the National Church has always been too close.

Old Master Tang deposed the second master's position as head of the family, but he still chose to stand on Shang Xingzhou and the court.

He looked at Chen Changsheng and asked, "Do you can't understand why I support your master so firmly?"

Chen Changsheng thought about the dog he saw on the street yesterday morning, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I probably understand a little, because you are a fellow practitioner."

"The word "comrade" is very useful, because many years ago, after Luoyang rescued, my master Shang and Yin were indeed returning to Kyoto, whom I and I were indeed "comrade""

Old Master Tang looked at the well in the courtyard, his eyes fell on the snow along the well.

"I traveled all over the past few years, but I knew that I was the eldest son of the Tang family. No matter whether it was the previous dynasty, the Taoist sect or the rebel kings, who dared to be disrespectful to me at all and had no chance to experience the hardships of the world. I thought that this was probably the case in the world. Even if some people might live a hard life, what does it have to do with me? After all, I am the noble son who is rich and well-off and no one dares to mess with. However, who would have thought that Luoyang City was surrounded by demons for three months, and countless tragic things were happening in the meantime... In the end, who would still pay attention to you, would you be the eldest son of the Tang family?"

Old Master Tang narrowed his eyes slightly, occasionally wrinkled at the corners of his eyes, with a little self-deprecating, but more painful.

The war was for three months, and even the Red Eagle that was sent to Luoyang City was secretly slaughtered and eaten by some powerful people, and don’t expect there to be any bark. The demons raped, killed and plundered outside the city, and sporadic human soldiers were crazy in the city because of despair. The demons ate people everywhere on both sides of the Wei River, and people in Luoyang City were also ate people, and bones were everywhere in the water.

Even though he was as cold as he was, he didn't want to have more memories of the scenes of that year.

Of course, he didn't want to see such a scene appearing again in front of him.

so.

"You can't be confused, it's the three words I care about the most in my life."

"This is what I want to accomplish most in my life."

"The Tang family is strong enough and has the qualifications to choose. So how do you choose between the state religion and the imperial court?"

"I'll choose the strongest one."

"What is strength? In addition to who has a bigger fist, it also depends on who has a more stable punch."

Old Master Tang looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "Your fist is not big enough now. As for stability, it is much worse than your teacher."

Chen Changsheng knew that this was Mr. Tang’s final attitude, so he did not express his opinion on this.

"I have nothing else to say. I just want to take him away. I came to Wenshui to pick him up, not to convince the Tang family to change their minds."

That day in the Taoist Palace, he also said this to the second master of the Tang family.

But the second master of the Tang family didn't believe his words and replied with a silent and sarcastic smile.

Old Master Tang’s eyes were much better than his son, so naturally he could see that Chen Changsheng was telling the truth.

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

Old Master Tang remembered the interesting things that happened on his journey with Shang and Yin from Luoyang countless years ago, and was silent for a long time.

Their generation is almost dead now. Even though he and Shang Xingzhou are alive, they are old, but they are young after all.

"I promise you." Old Master Tang looked at him and said, "Speaking of this, he should have come out at this time."

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Today's Wenshui City is much more lively than it was in the previous few days.

The second master of the Tang family was imprisoned. The second house lost power, and the account check and cleaning were in progress simultaneously, but the shops along the street had already opened and there were more pedestrians.

On the main street in front of the ancestral hall, there was even louder people at this time. The manager of the Tang family, the shopkeeper and the servants, protected Mrs. Tang and waited outside the door.

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

Tang Sanshiliu came out of it.

Just like when he walked out of the Heavenly Book Mausoleum many years ago, he had a unkempt and covered in dust, and had become 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 calmer.

Looking at his son, Mrs. Tang's eyes were slightly wet, forcibly suppressing her emotions and did not dare to cry out loud.

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

No matter half a year after being imprisoned in the ancestral hall, his expression and temperament are already very different from before.

He asked to the crowd, "Where is that old man?"

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Chapter completed!