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The Tang Old Master looked into his eyes and asked, "Even if he taught an Emperor and a Pope, he still doesn't have the right?"
Chen Changsheng calmly replied, "Since one is the Emperor and the other is the Pope, why not let them do it themselves?"
The young eagles had already left their nests and began to learn to fly. The saplings were strong and no longer feared the wind and rain, so they should be allowed to freely grow.
Only in this way could they become mighty eagles soaring over the horizon. Only in this way could they soar into the heavens and obtain even more rain, dew, and sunlight.
"All the books in that old temple in Xining Village were given to me, and the rest were left to Senior Brother. No matter how large the family business is, it still has to be passed down to the younger generation."
Chen Changsheng continued, "And this is the world, not Master's home alone."
The Tang Old Master said nothing.
The steward of the old estate walked over from somewhere and quickly took away the bowls and plates on the table without making a sound.
Soon after, a teapot and two cups were placed on the table, but the tea in the teapot was not poured into the cups.
Chen Changsheng formally bowed to the Tang Old Master as a junior, and then without waiting for a response, walked over to the table and sat down.
He raised the teapot and filled the cup in front of the Tang Old Master, then filled the cup in front of him.
He felt like he had returned to the past, returned to that stone table in the Hundred Herb Garden. The last of his nervousness vanished, and he truly calmed down.
The Tang Old Master could clearly sense the change in his mental state, and a hint of admiration appeared on his face.
"I also don't like the phrase 'rule over the world,'" he said to Chen Changsheng, "but do you feel that you have the right, the ability, to rule over the world?"
Treating was treating an illness, but also governing.
Chen Changsheng replied, "I believe that Senior Brother has the ability. As for me, I am also learning."
The Tang Old Madam fell silent for a very long time, then suddenly asked, "When you first entered the old estate, what was your first feeling?"
Chen Changsheng very seriously thought it over, then replied, "It was more ordinary than I imagined. Even those plaques on the gate felt very deliberate, deliberately made to appear ordinary."
To ordinary clans, even to those orthodox clans, those plaques on the gate of the Tang clan's old estate were supreme glories. But to the Tang Family, these glories were somewhat intentional, because the Tang Family didn't need them. On the contrary, these glories would dilute the Tang Family's sense of mystery. In Chen Changsheng's words, they would appear ordinary.
The Tang Old Master explained, "Because the old estate has always been a very ordinary courtyard. The reason it's not ordinary is because all the successive heads of the Tang clan have lived here."
Chen Chang Sheng understood what the Old Master meant.
Many people believed that the Tang Old Master was mysterious because he had never fought with anyone, because the Tang clan was too frightening. No one dared to show him the slightest disrespect, so his true cultivation might not be as frightening as the legends said.
But the Tang Old Master's words to Chen Changsheng today were very clear.
The reason why the Tang family was so terrifying was because the Tang family's successive patriarchs were all very powerful, including the Old Master himself.
Chen Changsheng said, "But you are willing to meet me in the Old Mansion, which means you are willing to listen to me."
The Tang Old Master replied, "I haven't seen an outsider in many years. You are the fifth outsider I've seen in the Old Mansion."
Chen Changsheng knew that Su Li and Wang Po were assuredly among these five, but he didn't know if Mo Yu had seen the Tang Old Master when she came to Wenshui. If she hadn't, then who were the other two?
"Xu Yourong." The Tang Old Master said, "I have a rather good relationship with her. I was willing to meet you today largely because I was very curious just what sort of person she likes."
This time, Chen Changsheng was truly shocked. Only last night did he learn that Xu Yourong had come to Wenshui to treat the illness of the Tang clan's First Master before her death seclusion. He had not expected her to have this sort of relationship with the Tang clan. He thought in confusion that although Xu Yourong was the Holy Maiden of the south and had enough status to converse with the Tang Old Master, there was a gap of countless years between the two of them. There was simply no way to find any similarities, so why did the Old Master say that he had a rather good relationship with her?
The Tang Old Master explained, "There are countless relationships in this world, friendship, family, friendship, friendship, friendship … all of these relationships have their own inconveniences, their own conflicts, their own hypocrisy or concessions. Only one kind of relationship is the most honest and simple, one that allows one to clearly see what the other is thinking without exhausting too much brain power."
Chen Changsheng asked, "What kind of relationship?"
The Tang Old Master put down his teacup and lightly tapped the table twice. "Mahjong friends."
Chen Changsheng stared blankly for a very long time.
Only now did he notice that the table in front of the Tang Old Master was no ordinary table. The table was square and made from the most precious and tough ironwood. The surface of the table was extremely smooth, but if one carefully examined it, one could see many fine lines on the surface. One could imagine that these lines had been worn out over the years by some rather hard objects. Then he realized that there was a small flat box hidden on each of the four sides of the table. Were these boxes used to store banknotes and copper coins?
It turned out that this was a mahjong table.
The Tang Old Master had played mahjong at this table for several hundred years and had changed his mahjong friends countless times.
He also didn't know when it started, but he had a new mahjong friend.
It was a little girl from South Stream Temple.
"Yourong likes to play mahjong?" Chen Changsheng found it rather hard to imagine.
"Not only does she like it, she plays it especially well. Even I can't beat her. Many times, I was tempted to call Po'er back."
The Tang Old Master's eyes were like that old well in the courtyard, calm and unfathomable. "But it's clear that you don't like to play mahjong, and you're even worse at playing mahjong. Since this is the case, I recommend that you never come to this table in the first place."
After saying this, he raised the teacup and slowly drank, not caring whether the tea was hot or cold.
To serve tea was to send off a guest. After drinking half the tea, the guest should know the difficulty and retreat.
Chen Changsheng did not think this way.
He was well-versed in the Daoist Canon, knew astronomy, geography, and countless sword styles, but he did not know how to write the word 'difficult'.
He looked at the Tang Old Master and said, "Sir might really not know what I want to say."
The Tang Old Master said no more.
No matter how the wind howled, how could the bottom of the old well ripple?
If the Tang Old Master did not want to hear, who could force him to?
"Sir drank my tea," Chen Changsheng said.
The Tang Old Master replied, "So what? And this is my tea. "
Chen Changsheng replied, "In the old temple of Xining, Senior Brother was the one who boiled and distributed the tea. In these last few years, I've only poured tea for one person."
The Tang Old Master was rather interested and asked, "Who?"
Chen Changsheng recalled those nights in the Hundred Herb Garden, his mood somewhat complicated. He said, "The Divine Empress."
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