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Facing him was a very simple and crude wooden door.
But the stone eaves above the door were built with extreme care and exaggeration, even higher than the height of the door itself. From top to bottom, countless plaques were lined up.
Chen Changsheng raised his head and vaguely saw many familiar signatures.
These signatures belonged to successive emperors and successive Popes.
There were Emperors of the Zhou Dynasty, Emperors of the previous dynasty, and even more ancient Emperors whose names he had only read in books.
He was even more familiar with the names of these Popes. He realized that the Pope at the very bottom was none other than his own grandmaster.
The Emperor at the very bottom was Emperor Taizong.
There was no Tianhai Divine Empress, no previous Pope.
It was obvious that before that old man in the Tang clan's old estate passed away, the previous Pope and the Tianhai Divine Empress he disliked did not have the right to leave behind their mark.
The old Guardian of the Tang clan stood on the side, his expression unchanged, nor did he seem to urge him.
To these elders of the Tang clan, this sort of scene had already occurred countless times over the countless years.
This was the true foundation of the Tang clan, because this was all history that could be seen. It was incomparably real, even somewhat real.
Snow suddenly began to fall from the sky. The snow was not heavy, but it danced around the old estate.
Chen Changsheng took out an old umbrella from somewhere, opened it, and walked into the courtyard.
Upon seeing this old umbrella, the old Guardian's expression finally changed. His eyes narrowed, but it was impossible to see what he was thinking.
The old estate's main gate was very simple, and so was the main courtyard. Flat limestone covered the ground, washed by countless years of wind and rain, stepped on by countless people, so smooth that it was like a mirror. When one walked on it, it was very difficult not to think that Emperor Taizong had also walked on this same place. The limestone you are stepping on right now might have been stepped on by Zhou Dufu. That old well you see, perhaps Wang Zhice drank from it. Then when Su Li walked into this small courtyard, did he hold an umbrella?
The Tang Family's Old Guardian stopped at the gate.
Chen Changsheng held the old umbrella and walked up the stone steps. Arriving in front of the house, he looked inside.
There was a high threshold between the house and the house.
He stood outside the threshold.
The old man was inside the threshold.
In fact, that person's hair was completely white, but he didn't look old.
However, his eyes were like an old well in the courtyard, as if nothing in the world could cause any ripples.
Was this the Tang Old Master?
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For the past thousand years, the most mysterious person on the continent was naturally the Demon Military Advisor Black Robe.
To many people, the Tang Old Master of Wenshui City was equally mysterious.
The common people only knew that the Tang Old Master was the wealthiest person on the continent. Even when the Elder of Heavenly Secrets was still alive, his wealth was far inferior.
The common people also knew that the Tang Old Master was one of the most powerful people on the continent. Not even the Tianhai Divine Empress could do anything to him.
The common people also knew that the Tang Old Master was the longest-lived person on the continent. As far back as the era of Emperor Taizu, people had already seen him.
But no one knew just how much money the Tang Old Master had, just how terrifying the power he wielded, and just how old he was.
And even now, no one knew what the Tang Old Master's true strength was.
Back then, even the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets failed to find out. Of course, even if they did, they wouldn't dare to say it out loud.
After becoming clan head, the Tang Old Master had not exchanged blows with anyone, and it had been several hundred years since then.
Some people analyzed that the Tang Old Master had assuredly stepped into the Divine Domain long ago, but he didn't care or need to be famous in the secular world, so the common people did not know. Otherwise, how could he prop up the sky above Wenshui City? How could he stand as an equal with the Saints? How could the majority of the Storms of the Eight Directions greet him as a junior?
Of course, there were also many people who opposed this view. They believed that the Tang clan relied on its unimaginable wealth and deep roots to achieve such a transcendent status on the continent, and that the Tang Old Master was only skilled at managing the clan. He was not as powerful as people imagined.
Regardless of which conjecture it was, it was still a conjecture, and it seemed like it would never be proven.
Still, no one knew what sort of person the Tang Old Master was.
Other than a few elders of Wenshui City and a few descendants of the Tang clan's old estate, no one even knew what the Tang Old Master looked like.
In the capital's Orthodox Academy, Chen Changsheng had heard Tang Thirty-Six speak of the Tang Old Master many times. In Tang Thirty-Six's narration, his grandfather was a benevolent, amusing old man who loved to hold his only grandson on his knee and tell him stories of the past.
The Moon of the Demon race moved through the cotton-like clouds and the wind blew against the sails. In the night, it looked like a rope made of stars.
The scenery was constantly changing, and people naturally had many sides, and they could also change.
The grandfather in Tang Thirty-Six's eyes was naturally not the true Tang Old Master, or perhaps not the entire Tang Old Master.
And besides, the Tang Old Master now had a grandson.
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Several years ago, when Chen Changsheng was going to Hanqiu City, he had passed by Wenshui. The Tang Old Master had given him a gift, but he had not seen him.
Today was his first time seeing the Tang Old Master, so even he couldn't help but be a little nervous.
But he did not show it.
He calmly shook off the snowflakes on his old umbrella, put it back on the wall, and then stepped over the threshold into the room.
Both his movements and expression were very natural, like he was returning home.
The Tang Old Master was even more natural, because this had always been his home.
The Tang Old Master was eating porridge, and he was eating so heartily that he could clearly hear the sound.
Besides the bowl of porridge, there were also several small dishes on the table, all of them very ordinary.
It didn't take long for the Tang Old Master to finish the porridge in his bowl. He picked up a towel and wiped his mouth, then said, "There's a saying that says, 'Old Masters drink porridge, shameless and vulgar'. I've been paying more attention to my health recently, so I don't want to answer to this saying."
Chen Changsheng was dazed for a few moments before he understood the meaning of these words.
He glanced at the remaining porridge in the bowl and thought it over, then said, "If you want to strengthen your teeth, you can't eat things that are too hard, but eating porridge every meal is also inappropriate."
The Tang Old Master placed the towel back on the table and said, "If you don't mind living long, why would you eat porridge every day? This is just breakfast. "
Chen Changsheng did not follow up with this, saying, "For the sake of making a living, it's extremely good to boil some millet porridge or oats for breakfast. Rice, on the other hand, tends to harm the stomach."
The Tang Old Master glanced at him and asked, "Are you very skilled at these things?"
Chen Changsheng calmly replied, "My medical skills might not be as good as Master's, but in terms of health, he's not as good as me."
The Tang Old Master looked at him and asked, "Since you admit that your medical skills are not as good as your master's, why did you come to see me and say that you would treat my cold?"
Chen Changsheng replied, "Treating the sick and saving people is something that a doctor should do. Moreover, I am the Pope, so I should do this even more."
The Tang Old Master's expression did not change. "You feel that your master does not have the right to treat the sick and save people?"
Chen Changsheng's expression also did not change. "If the name is not correct, the words are not correct, and if the words are not correct, the matter will be difficult to accomplish."
These words were very interesting. If the Prince of Xiang and the others were to hear them, they would probably ponder over them for a long time, trying to discern more of their meaning.
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