The uncle of Jiaer Lane wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Brother Tang, have you misunderstood something? I, a foreign surname, don't have the courage to join the housework."

Tang Sanshiliu looked at him and laughed, saying, "I said, uncle, it's already this time. Can't you make things simpler? Ning Shiwei is your nephew. If you were so obscene, do you think your wife will let you go? Hurry up and think about it."

Before the last time, Mr. Tang Qi spoke, Tang Sanshiliu curled his smile and looked at him and said seriously: "Aunt Qi has been sleeping with his second uncle for so many years, don't you know?"

Mr. Tang Qi's face became extremely ugly, but unexpectedly, he calmed down again after a moment.

"Of course I know you know, but no one else knew about it before, but now I've told you this, can you still pretend you don't know?"

Tang Sanshiliu looked at him with pity and said, "How to solve this problem now? Helping me kill my second uncle is your only choice."

The old worshipper of the Tang family has been standing at the card table.

No matter what secrets the conversation in this card game involves, his expression has not changed.

But in the end, he looked at Tang Sanshiliu and had more admiration in his eyes.

The three elders who were called to the ancestral hall by him today are not very prominent in the Tang family on weekdays. Only few people know that they are the real right-hand men of the second master of the Tang family. His conversation with these three elders was not profound and his methods were not very great, but... very suitable.

He knew what these three elders feared the most, cared about the most, and what their truest temperament was.

This kind of understanding is the most terrifying thing, and it is also the most necessary quality for the head of the Tang family.

An hour finally arrived.

Wenshuicheng left Tang Sanshiliu's hand and returned to Old Master Tang's hand.

The door of the ancestral hall was closed again, and I don’t know if there will be a day when it will be opened again.

The three elders left with their own different emotions, and the last game of cards on the table had not been finished.

The old worshipper of the Tang family did not leave, but was still standing behind Tang Sanshiliu.

He was waiting for news about the Tang family’s old house.

That news will determine what he should do.


This is how merchants are.

Winners take all, losers leave.

If Tang Sanshiliu wins, he will leave alive.

If he lost, because of Chen Changsheng, he would not die, but he should never leave again.

...

...

The game of the Tang family’s old house ended earlier, when the old man heard that Tang Sanshiliu sent someone to Jiming Temple outside the city to ask for a vegetarian meal.

In fact, until the end of an hour, Na Suzhai was still in the kitchen of Jiming Temple and had no time to prepare it.

The wind and snow fell in the courtyard of the old house without any sound, just like the arrival of the skinny old man, it would not alarm anyone.

The King of Linghai stared at the skinny old man's face and felt more familiar.

The skinny old man walked into the house and counted his eyes.

Even Chessie felt a little nervous, not because of the identity of the thin old man, but what he wanted to say later.

Chen Changsheng was not nervous, but was just making preparations silently. If the next thing could not make Old Master Tang change his mind, then he had to use other means.

He didn't want to use that method. Although he had a very powerful helper outside Wenshui City, he didn't want things to develop to that point.

But no matter what, he would not let Tang Sanshiliu continue to be locked in the Tang family's ancestral hall.

The thin old man saluted to Old Master Tang first and then saluted Chen Changsheng, just like when he first appeared in the old house.

Chen Changsheng didn't know the true identity of the Skinny Old Man, but looking at Old Master Tang's respect for him, he knew that this person must have an extraordinary origin and gave him a serious gift.

Mr. Tang asked, "What's the result?"

The thin old man said calmly: "The Pope is not wrong. The uncle was indeed poisoned. It was arranged by the second master. I have sent someone to the Changsheng Sect to ask for the antidote."

Hearing this sentence, Chen Changsheng and Cheshui looked at each other and finally relaxed a little.

Old Master Tang didn't react much. After a while, he said, "Thank you for your hard work."

He did not ask the skinny old man about specific things, such as evidence, or motives.

It seemed as if no matter what the thin old man said, he would believe it.

The King of Linghai became more and more curious outside the house. Who is this thin old man, what is the punishment hall of the Tang family, and why is it so trusted by Mr. Tang?

The skinny old man walked out of the old house.

Looking at his back, the King of Linghai finally remembered who this person was, his face changed slightly, and he said, "Are you Shangshu Wei?"

Hearing this, An Lin's expression suddenly changed and she looked at the thin old man.

The skinny old man seemed to have not heard it, and did not stop at all, and soon disappeared into the wind and snow outside the old house.

Chen Changsheng didn't know who Wei Shangshu was. Seeing that King Linghai and Yan Lin reacted so much, he thought he should be an amazing person.

But he had no chance to ask at this time, because the skinny old man had just left, someone came to the old house again.

Like the arrival of the thin old man, it was also silent. Neither the two national religion giants or Chen Changsheng and other three people noticed it.

The person who came was a blind pianist.

The blind zither ignored the rest of the people in the room, and did not salute Chen Changsheng. He directly said to Mr. Tang: "That monster is hidden in the second master's manor. It is indeed the Huangquan lineage. He practiced the Changsheng Sect's martial arts, not a good thing."

Old Master Tang was silent for a moment and said, "There is no reason not to stay."

The meaning of this sentence is very clear. In the old man's opinion, since the blind pianist takes action, no matter how difficult the monster is, he will not be able to escape.

The blind pianist was silent for a long time and said, "I can't bear it."

Old Master Tang also felt a little emotional when he heard this and said, "The past is gone, why bother remembering it?"

The blind zither said, "That is the last wisp of my junior brother's soul. I always want to stay in the world for more time."

Chen Changsheng listened to this conversation and was shocked after a moment of understanding the meaning.

According to his judgment and analysis, the biggest possibility of Casu being the first-class descendant of Huangquan is the result of the corpse of the former sect leader of the Changsheng Sect.

The blind zither said that it was the last wisp of his junior brother's soul... Could it be that his junior brother is the former leader of the Changsheng Sect?

Wouldn't that mean that this blind zither master is the senior brother of the sect leader?

Then he is the elder of the Changsheng Sect with a very high generation, and may even be the only previous elder?
Chapter completed!