Later, as they continued to move forward, Tang Chuan did not observe their actions through his divine sense, but quietly pondered. [No pop-ups. 】

As Steward Tang said, they didn't dare to disobey their casual orders, even if that Ai Qing thought that his words were not credible and there was no need to pay attention to them.

As long as there are many people, it is impossible to have the same mind. At this time, you need a person like Lu Xiaobu, who has the temperament of a leader and can lead others to the results they want.

Ai Qing dared to bet, but Lu Xiaobu didn't dare. The others don't have so many opinions, they only know that those who obey Tang Chuan may have a way to live, and if they don't obey, they can only use it to sacrifice the flag.

Turning his gaze, Tang Chuan's blazing eyes stared straight out of the window, he wanted to know what role Steward Tang played in this matter? Add fuel (oil) to the fire?

He knew Tang Chuan's strength, and he had always been to let more enemies come to him. What Tang Chuan knew was that Li Manhuang's prestige came from him.

The sky gradually became clearer, but there was an extra person at the door, a very familiar figure. If Tang Chuan is not mistaken, the one standing in the snow and shivering is yesterday's Sun Le.

Accidents are always sudden, and yesterday it would have been the same no matter who came to it. But here he came, and the black cauldron was his.

Carrying a black pot is not strictly a bad thing, especially this kind of unjustified disaster. Sun Le heard the driver call last night that he was knocked unconscious, and when the car was gone, he almost sat on the ground.

Fortunately, the Tang family manor came to call later, and the old voice on the other end of the phone said, "Everything is under control." ”

He didn't know what it meant to have everything under control, but he decided to come out early in the morning and plead guilty.

Well, the historical guilt must be summer, if it is left in Yanjing at this time, it will be sent directly to the crematorium.

Rao was wearing a thick one, and it was difficult to resist the low temperature of minus 29 degrees, and the whole person was almost freezing.

Sun Le, who was frozen into a dog, didn't know if Tang Chuan would appear according to his ideas, as for the people in the Tang family, he didn't dare to accept their kindness, so he could only freeze in the ice and snow silently.

What he didn't know was that those subordinates would not tell Tang Chuan about these things, but just shook their heads silently and informed Steward Tang.

Steward Tang silently glanced out the window, and then began to arrange for people to clean the manor, which had shrunk by nearly half, to prepare for the New Year. People outside, he didn't bother to pay attention.

He believed that all this Tang Chuan was clear, and why he didn't do it was not known to Steward Tang.

There has never been love without a reason in this world, and there is no hate without a reason. His actions are undoubtedly indebted in his heart.

After all, when a subordinate passed by Tang Chuan's room, he was stopped, lowered his head and went outside the manor, picked up the guy who was covered in small gray particles, and arranged it.

After he finished speaking, he entered his room, and the next person hurriedly completed Tang Chuan's words.

Here, his words are holy decrees, and no one dares not to do their best.

Although it is not ancient now, servants are no longer so common, in fact, there are still some old servants in the big family like Yanjing, who are equivalent to their own family. They are all the playmates of those old men when they were young, assistants when they were young, and their status is even higher than that of those children of the family who are not very outstanding.

As for the newly recruited, it's called a servant, a security guard. It's useless at all, and no one wants to keep them at home, it's just a simple money relationship.

In the case of the Tang family, most of the servants are newly recruited, and with a high salary, plus the screening of Tang Chuan and Tang Steward, the rest of the people have no opinions, but they have a certain ability.

The rare big boss spoke, and they were naturally very attentive.

When Sun Le was sent in, it was already dawn, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting in the snow or how cold he had been. He only knew that he would never do this again.

Successful people since ancient times have not failed, it is precisely because of repeated failures that they always summarize and become successful with perseverance.

Holding a glass of ginger syrup, Sun Le didn't know how many failures and humiliations there would be in the future. He only knows that his future is bright.

After a while, Tang Chuan, who was dressed in pajamas, came down with an ancient book and sat down until Sun Le, who was only left with a sweater and windproof pants.

Due to the snow seeds on his body, Sun Le had to take off his coat, revealing a thick turtleneck.

"Yesterday's ......"

"I don't blame you"

Tang Chuan slowly raised his head and shook it slightly. Everyone knows that Sun Le is not to blame, he just gave him a step.

For a full hour in the snowstorm, most people couldn't hold on. Even if you stick to it, it won't necessarily be as quiet as it is now.

Anger will come to everyone, but if there is a weak person in front of you, it will be a different look.

"Which domain are you from?" It was not abrupt, but it surprised Sun Le. According to the information available, Tang Chuan is a doctor and a martial artist.

After all, he didn't make a strong move in Yanjing, and the things that the word demons did were all for cultivators, and no one would reveal these things to mortals.

The remnants of the battlefield have been cleared by the government department. They have a good hand at rubbing P shares.

There is nothing to hide, this is the first thought in Sun Le's heart, and it is very easy to talk about it: "Purple Gold Domain." ”

Raising his eyebrows, the surprise on Tang Chuan's face was not noticed by Sun Le, and his gaze stayed on the very special-tasting ginger syrup in his hand.

"You're also from the Purple Gold Domain?" Tang Chuan smiled slightly and asked quietly.

Sun Le nodded and explained: "In fact, the changes in China for hundreds of years have a certain relationship with the Purple Gold Domain, because there are many strong people who are not of the Han nationality here......"

Tang Chuan knows that even if it is summed up by the name of a Chinese country, the Han nationality is still different from other ethnic groups, and there are many disputes between them.

History, that is, the past, Tang Chuan did not want to pursue it. Nodding slightly, he motioned for him to continue.

Sun Le looked around, he had come twice, strange with familiarity, especially the overlord who seemed to be laughing.

He learned to plant, but he didn't like it very much, and now he is just curious to see the overlord. In his few impressions, the growth of the overlord will not be so good.

The firewood in the closet burst open, and the sparks hit the special glass, still unable to escape.

Hurriedly lowered his head, feeling that he was too self-righteous.

He whispered: "The Purple Gold Domain has been a three-legged trend for nearly one or two hundred years, and the strongest is the Qingyun Gate that has moved from other major domains, followed by the local Evergreen Gate and Qingling Gate. Among them, the Xuankong Realm powerhouse of the Qingling Gate may not have died. At present, there are still powerhouses in the Xuankong Realm in the Evergreen Gate, but they are already old. ”

Tapping lightly on the table, Tang Chuan had a clear understanding of the Purple Gold Domain. Under the three-legged stand, the Qingyun Gate, which is supported by other major domains, is unruly for the local forces of the Purple Gold Domain, and his origin is to suppress the Purple Gold Domain.

In this way, this incident can be regarded as having a cause and effect. But I'm not so tyrannical.

"Do you think Qingyunmen can dominate the Purple Gold Domain?" Tang Chuan asked what he was thinking.

Sun Le's face was embarrassed, he was not an all-rounder, what he said above was a general understanding of the Purple Gold Domain, and he could say it to anyone who was found in the Purple Gold Domain, no matter how specific he was, or speculated, he was not able to catch it.

After struggling for a long time, he smiled with relief, he inevitably pursued perfection in the past: "I don't know much about Qingyunmen, and I don't know how true or false the rumors of other sects are, and what hole cards they have." ”

"However, the Evergreen Sect and the Qingling Sect are not orthodox cultivators, and they also have some shamanic witchcraft, which is very difficult to entangle."

The answer was not unexpected, if Qingyunmen had the ability to suppress other sects, it would not be as three-legged as it is now.

As for the external support in Sun Le's mouth, it is just speculation. For cultivators who like to save face, it is much better to destroy nature than to hold on to each other. But it is very likely that the monopoly Zijin Domain will be privatized and completely become Qingmen Yun's subordinates, which no one wants to see.

Thinking about it this way, Tang Chuan was clear about the situation in the Purple Gold Domain.

Even if a cup of ginger syrup is only used to relieve embarrassment, it has bottomed out, and there is still a little residue on the transparent cup wall, which was solemnly held in the palm of Sun Le's hand.

wanted to open his mouth to drive people away, but Tang Chuan suddenly remembered Fang Yue, who was locked up in the Tiger Prison and the Five Tiger Generals, and his mother.

As a J who was killed as an example monkey, Tang Chuan still has a good impression of him. To be honest, he expects no less from TCM than others.

Even more than in the Chinese Medicine Association, the guy who only knows how to make money attaches more importance to the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine, waiting for a few talents to appear in it and be able to become the spokesperson of the new generation.

This is what he is most looking forward to as a leader of Chinese medicine.

"What are you going to do with Fang Yue? Another drink? Tang Chuan asked, seeing that the cup in his hand was empty, he personally got up and took a cup of warm ginger syrup from the hands of his attentive subordinates, and handed it to Sun Le, who was gradually calming down.

Sun Le had already prepared his words, and at this moment, he was pleasantly surprised, and he opened his mouth to come, with a slight trill: "The decision of the college is to expose everything in his family at the beginning of the next semester and call on the students in the school to donate to each other. While gaining sympathy, he announced the college's decision to let him continue to return to class. There is also the question of asking Director Sun to accept him as a disciple. ”

Not much to say, how long they have been preparing for this bureau, Tang Chuan doesn't know. I don't know what college students are like nowadays, with books and TV as carriers, always thinking about making their voices heard.

I don't know when objectivity and fairness have become illusions. It's just that the college students in their mouths don't seem to be very satisfied.

Relatively speaking, those who are not young, or may have a lack of memory or something, but they stay in school all day, haunting between classrooms and libraries.

They are two kinds of people, one knows what they want, and the other doesn't know what they should do, just go with the flow, listen to the arrangement of stupid parents, and choose a major that everyone else will choose, but they are not good at for four years.

Compared with the wide entry and strict exit of correspondence education, the college students who are strict and wide are not as good as the former.

In the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the contrast is particularly stark.