The uncle of Jia'er Lane wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Brother Tang, have you perhaps misunderstood something? As someone with a different surname, I don't have the courage to participate in family matters."
Tang Thirty-Six looked at him and smiled, saying, "I say, Granduncle, at a time like this, can't we just make things a little simpler? Ning Shiwei is your nephew. After being tricked by you, do you think your wife will let you go? Quickly think of a way. "
Without waiting for the Tang Seventh Master to speak, Tang Thirty-Six's smile faded and he seriously said, "Seventh Aunt has been slept with by Second Uncle for so many years, did you not know?"
The Tang Seventh Master's complexion became extremely nasty, but after a few moments, he unexpectedly calmed down.
"Of course I know that you knew, but in the past, no one besides me knew. Now that I've exposed this matter, can you still pretend that you don't know?"
Tang Thirty-Six gave him a pitying glance and said, "How do you resolve this matter now? Helping me kill Second Uncle is your only choice. "
The old Guardian of the Tang clan had been standing by the mahjong table this entire time.
No matter what secrets were involved in this game of cards, his expression did not change.
But in the end, the admiration in his eyes when he looked at Tang Thirty-Six had increased.
The three elders that he had called to the ancestral hall were normally not very eye-catching in the Tang clan. Very few people knew that they were the Tang Second Master's true left and right arms. In his conversation with these three elders, his thoughts were not deep and his methods were not particularly impressive, but … they were very suitable.
He knew what these three elders feared the most, what they cared about the most, and what their true personalities were.
This sort of understanding was the most frightening thing of all, and it was also an essential quality for one to become the head of the Tang clan.
Two hours finally passed.
Wenshui City left Tang Thirty-Six's hands and returned to the Tang Old Master's.
The gate of the ancestral hall closed once more, and it was impossible to say if there would ever be a day when it would open again.
The three elders each had different emotions as they left. The last mahjong game on the table had not yet finished.
The old Guardian of the Tang clan did not leave. He continued to stand behind Tang Thirty-Six.
He was waiting for news from the Tang clan's old estate.
This news would determine what he should do.
This had nothing to do with right or wrong, only victory or defeat.
This was the way of merchants.
The winner takes all, and the loser leaves.
If Tang Thirty-Six won, he would leave alive.
If he lost, because of Chen Chang Sheng, he probably wouldn't die, but he probably wouldn't be able to leave again.
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The mahjong game at the Tang Family Mansion ended a little earlier, when the Old Master heard that Tang Thirty-Six had sent someone to the Chicken Crow Nunnery outside the city and asked for a vegetarian meal.
In fact, until the end of the two hours, the vegetarian meal was still in the kitchen of the Chicken Crow Nunnery. It was not ready in time.
The wind and snow fell silently in the courtyard of the old house. Just like the arrival of the emaciated old man, no one would be alarmed.
Linghai Zhiwang stared at the elder's face, finding it increasingly familiar.
The skinny old man walked into the room, and several pairs of eyes looked at him.
Even Zhexiu felt somewhat nervous, not because of the emaciated old man's identity, but because of what he was about to say.
Chen Changsheng was not nervous, only silently making his preparations. If what he did next could not make the Tang Old Master change his mind, he could only use other methods.
He did not want to use that method. Although he had a powerful helper outside Wenshui City, he did not want the matter to develop to that point.
But no matter what, he could not allow Tang Thirty-Six to continue being imprisoned in the Tang clan's ancestral hall.
The emaciated old man first bowed to the Tang Old Master, and then to Chen Changsheng, just like when he first appeared in the old estate.
Chen Changsheng did not know the true identity of the emaciated old man, but from the respect the Tang Old Master showed him, he knew that this person had an extraordinary background, so he seriously returned the bow.
The Tang Old Master asked, "What was the result?"
The emaciated old man indifferently replied, "His Holiness the Pope was correct. First Master truly was poisoned, and it was arranged by Second Master. I have already sent someone to the Longevity Sect to ask for the antidote."
Hearing this, Chen Changsheng and Zhexiu glanced at each other, finally relaxing a little.
The Tang Old Master did not have much of a reaction. After a moment of silence, he said, "You've worked hard."
He did not ask the emaciated old man for any specifics, like evidence or motive.
It was like no matter what the emaciated old man said, he would believe it.
Outside the room, Linghai Zhiwang felt increasingly curious. Just who was this emaciated old man, and just what was the Tang clan's Torture Hall, and why did the Tang Old Master trust him so much?
The emaciated old man walked out of the old estate.
As he watched him leave, Linghai Zhiwang finally remembered who he was. His expression flickered as he asked, "You are Minister Wei?"
An Lin's expression also instantly changed as she turned to look at the emaciated old man.
The emaciated old man acted like he had not heard. His steps did not pause, and he quickly vanished into the snowstorm outside the old estate.
Chen Changsheng did not know who Minister Wei was, but seeing Linghai Zhiwang and An Lin react so strongly, he thought to himself that he was probably an extraordinary person.
But he had no chance to ask, because right after the emaciated old man left, another person came to the old estate.
Just like the emaciated old man's arrival, it was also silent. Neither the two Prefects of the Orthodoxy nor Chen Changsheng's group of three noticed.
The person who had come was a blind zither player.
The blind zither player paid no attention to the other people in the room, nor did he bow to Chen Changsheng. He directly said to the Tang Old Master, "That monster is hiding in Second Master's estate. It truly is of the Yellow Springs lineage and cultivates the techniques of the Longevity Sect. It's not a good thing."
After a few moments of silence, the Tang Old Master said, "There's no reason why it can't stay."
The meaning of these words was very clear. In the Old Master's view, since the blind zither player had taken action, no matter how troublesome that monster was, it could not escape.
The blind zither player was quiet for a very long time, then said, "I found it somewhat unbearable."
The Tang Old Master also felt somewhat sorrowful at these words. "The matters of the past no longer exist. There's no need to remember them."
The blind zither player replied, "That was the last strand of Junior Brother's soul. I always wanted it to last a little longer in this world."
It took Chen Changsheng a few moments to understand the meaning of this conversation, and he was very shocked.
Based on his judgment and analysis, Chusu was a descendant of the Yellow Springs, most likely the result of the Corpse Execution of the previous Sect Master of the Longevity Sect.
This blind zither player said that it was the last strand of Junior Brother's soul … did this mean that his junior brother was the previous Sect Master of the Longevity Sect?
Didn't this mean that this blind zither player was that sect master's senior brother?
Then he had an extremely high status in the Longevity Sect, perhaps even the only elder of the previous generation?
Such a person was actually hiding in the Tang clan as a Guardian?
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