The Tang Old Master calmly gazed at him for a very long time, like he was looking at a strange stone that could not be seen at all.
Qiushan Jun faintly smiled. "Is this request very strange?"
The Tang Old Master replied, "It truly is very strange, because the one standing outside the door is Chen Changsheng, not Xu Yourong."
Qiushan Jun said, "I feel that Chen Changsheng's request is very reasonable."
The Tang Old Master asked, "Why?"
Qiushan Jun smiled. "Your second son poisoned his first son."
The Tang Old Master jeered, "And you know?"
Qiushan Jun replied, "I didn't see it, and neither did Junior Sister, but he's Chen Changsheng, Shang Xingzhou's student! If I don't believe him, who do I believe?"
The Tang Old Master's eyes were still slightly narrowed, his eyes extremely like the ancient well in the courtyard, serene and deep, and also increasingly cold from the falling snow.
The voice that came from his lips was also so cold that it made one's hair stand on end.
"Even if it's true, so what? Emperor Taizong killed all his brothers, but he still created a peaceful and prosperous era, becoming a wise sovereign through the ages. "
The Tang Old Master expressionlessly said, "Even if my second son poisoned me to death, as long as the family business was not ruined, it would be a good thing."
Qiushan Jun's smile gradually faded as he calmly looked into the Old Master's eyes.
"But your second son colluded with the demons."
From the moment he entered the old estate and began speaking with the Old Master, Qiushan Jun's tone had always been very casual and natural, extremely like that of a cute and obedient junior.
Many of his words ended with the word 'ah'.
Ah, unfilial.
Ah, embarrassing.
Ah, pretty good.
Ah, reasonable.
The young men and women of Jiangnan spoke with very pleasant accents, babbling and babbling.
When he spoke, he still ended his words with the word 'ah', but this time, the feeling was completely different.
The snowstorm in the north was too great. In order to send a military order further, one had to shout so that his comrades could hear.
Run!
Charge!
Kill!
Quickly come and save them!
Qiushan Jun did not say these words, but shouted them.
"Your second son colluded with the demons."
His expression was solemn and his will was firm. His voice was like steel and iron, extremely bright and clear. It could pierce through the wind and snow and be heard by both his living and dead companions.
No matter how heavy the snowstorm was, it could not drown out his voice. Everyone around the old house heard it.
Presumably, it wouldn't be long before all of Wenshui City would hear it, and then the entire continent would hear it.
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The old house was abnormally quiet. It was deathly still, and the snowfall was also silent.
The Tang Old Master narrowed his eyes and looked at Qiushan Jun in silence for a very long time. Suddenly, he asked, "Was it very enjoyable?"
Qiushan Jun had already regained his composure and said, "It feels pretty good."
The Tang Old Master asked, "Is there a need to go this far?
Qiushan Jun said, "Some things, if you don't find a way to shout it out, then it may never be heard by others."
The Tang Old Master asked, "You think that the entire world must believe your words?"
Qiushan Jun said, "I used twenty years to protect my reputation. Now that I think about it, it might be because I wanted the world to believe in me for once."
The Tang Old Master said nothing.
When it came to fame, no one could compare to Qiushan Jun.
Many things and many people over the years had long since proved this point.
In Mount Li, the words of Su Li and the Sect Master were not as influential as his.
In the south, not even Wang Po was as trustworthy as Qiushan Jun, because Wang Po was still a person of Tianliang County.
Qiushan Jun said, "Back then, Martial Granduncle had no money, so this Yellow Paper Umbrella was always left in Wenshui. After that incident, you promised Martial Granduncle that as long as you saw this umbrella, you would agree to one of his requests. Chen Changsheng did not know of this matter, but I did."
The Tang Old Master's gaze fell on the old umbrella in his hand.
"In the end, this umbrella is still somewhat different from the one from before."
"Yes, it's still lacking something."
Qiushan Jun extended his hand and pulled out a sword from the sheath at his waist.
This sword was as clear as the autumn waters, clearly not ordinary.
The Tang Old Master's pupils constricted at the sight of this sword. Even a powerful figure like him was somewhat astonished.
"He actually didn't take this sword with him?"
"Martial Granduncle left the sword with me and left the umbrella with Chen Changsheng. Now that the two of us have come, it's equivalent to him coming."
Qiushan Jun thrust the sword into the handle of the old umbrella.
There was no sound. It was like the sword had always been a part of the umbrella.
Seeing the umbrella was like seeing the person.
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When Chen Changsheng once more entered the old estate, he realized that Luo Bu had already left, but the umbrella was still there.
He silently gazed at the old umbrella, thinking to himself, I truly am stronger than Senior Su Li, so I did not take the umbrella.
"You want two hours of Wenshui City, and I'll give it to you."
The Tang Old Master expressionlessly said, "But you cannot use the Orthodoxy's people, only my Tang clan's people."
Because of the agreement from back then, he had agreed to Chen Changsheng's request, but it was clear that he could not allow the Orthodoxy's priests to search the residences of the various branches of the Tang clan, much less permit the Orthodoxy's cavalry to rampage through Wenshui City. This was the Tang clan's bottom line.
The problem was that neither Chen Changsheng nor the other important figures of the Orthodoxy understood the specific circumstances of the Tang clan's various branches. Even if the Tang clan's strength seemed to obey the Tang Old Master's orders, how could they guarantee that the Tang clan's people were truly willing to put in effort?
In short, using the Tang clan's people to investigate the matters of the Tang clan was absurd, even laughable.
But the Tang Old Master would not make a single concession.
Chen Changsheng said, "Wenshui City's two hours need not be given to me."
The Tang Old Master asked, "Then who should I give it to?"
Chen Changsheng replied, "I have a friend."
The Tang Old Master narrowed his eyes.
Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "Sir once gave him twenty years, but now you're not even willing to give him two hours?"
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The Tang clan's ancestral hall was very old, as old as the old estate, even older than the capital's Imperial Palace.
Whether it was the white walls that were painted over every three years or the black eaves that were repaired every seven years, no matter how new they looked, they could not completely conceal the ancient aura exuding from the cracks in the bricks and the eaves.
Many memorial tablets had been placed in the ancestral hall, many candles lit on the table, and a prayer mat in front.
The prayer mat was also very old.
Perhaps because of the environment, the young man sitting on the prayer mat had a weathered expression on his face.
The beard on his face was of different lengths and looked very messy. His hair was even messier and his clothes were somewhat dirty. One could describe him as disheveled and dirty.
His eyes used to be very bright, even threatening, but now they were deathly still.
His lips were still thin, but their former harshness and joy had all been reduced to silence.
After being imprisoned here, he had not spoken for half a year.
In the spacious and quiet ancestral hall, his figure was lonely.
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