Suddenly the wind stopped, clouds obscured the sunset, and the night seemed to come early, and the golden thread on the water gradually faded.

In a short period of time, the banks of Wenshui became cold for a few minutes, whether it was those closed houses or the two iron chains, they all revealed a sense of danger.

Rob sat in the restaurant, listening to the sound of the blind pianist, slowly closed his eyes, and his right hand fell on the hilt of the sword, rubbing gently.

In the face of the unfathomable strength of the Tang family, even he didn't have any confidence, if it was in the past, he could only find a way to warn at most, but now he wanted to give it a try.

Because the sword he used before was an ordinary green steel sword made from a few taels of silver in the blacksmith shop in the town under the mountain, but now he has changed to a sword.

With this sword in hand, he can step on the frost grass as a sword and turn it into a sword, even in the face of the powerhouses of the divine realm, he can maintain the clarity of the Dao heart.

He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the piano coming from downstairs, the sound of the water hitting the shore rocks, the sound of the iron chain touching the water and then separating, and perceiving everything between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, his ears twitched.

He opened his eyes and looked into the river, his gaze getting deeper and deeper, and the place he saw became deeper and deeper, and finally he landed in the aquatic plants.

He felt that there was something strange about the aquatic plants, darker than the aquatic plants next to them, but he couldn't see anything else peculiar.

At this time, the blind luthier on the riverside seemed to have heard something, looked at Wenshui, and forgot the movement of his hand.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, very suddenly.

The strange atmosphere on both sides of the river suddenly became a little different.

The ironclad ships upstream and downstream retreated silently.

The two houses were empty.

The scents of the woods were gone.

The Tang family worship and entourage in front of the Dao Hall became a lot silent.

There were only seven vendors, six servants, three fortune tellers, two old men selling hemp candy, and a little girl buying fat powder, and they all seemed to never leave.

The door of the hall was pushed open, and the second master of the Tang family walked out, his face was very ugly.

He didn't even look at the King of the Sea and Eucalyptus.

The death of Shiraishi Daoren shows that the position of the state religion is extremely tough and cannot be changed.

Walking out of the stone steps, there is a big tree, standing under it with folded sleeves.

The second master of the Tang family knew what he wanted to say, and said indifferently: "It's not easy for you to live to this day, don't talk casually." ”

folded his sleeves and said expressionlessly: "It is not easy for a weak person like you to survive to this day." ”

The second master of the Tang family slowly raised his eyebrows, his expression remained unchanged, and his heart was actually extremely angry.

Back then, on the snow street in Kyoto, Wang Po once told him that when he gave up his cultivation and began to learn strategy and pursue power, he became a weakling.

Today, he was once again evaluated like this, and the other party was still a junior.

The more angry he was, the more indifferent he became, looking at the folded sleeves and asking, "Do you want to die?"

Folding Sleeves didn't answer his question, and said, "Don't do anything to that guy." ”

The second master of the Tang family stared into his eyes and said, "Actually, I haven't understood how a wolf cub like you could become friends with that loser." ”

"I'm not friends with him. ”

Folded sleeves were silent for a while, and continued: "He's my employer, so don't touch him. ”

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The people of the Tang family have all withdrawn, the night is dark, and the banks of Wenshui are quiet.

Chen Changsheng came to the shore, the king of Linghai and the others followed left and right, and Nanke stayed in the Dao Hall according to his instructions.

The starlight fell on the water, and countless silver scales appeared, and even if you had good eyesight, it was difficult to see the movement under the water, let alone the aquatic plants in the depths.

Uncle Tang's family, that is, Tang Thirty-Six's father, has always been in poor health, especially in recent years. This is something that many people in the mainland know, including Chen Changsheng, no one has ever doubted this, and even Tang Thirty-six did not mention it in his previous letters.

But today, after listening to the words of the second master of the Tang family, he always felt that something was wrong.

"I haven't figured out what the disease is to this day, but it's confirmed that it's not poisoning. ”

Archbishop Eucalyptus said: "In the past, the Thirteen Divisions of Qingzhen and Nanxi Zhai have sent people to come and see. ”

Bishop Wenshui glanced at Chen Changsheng's face, lowered his voice and said, "Report to Your Majesty, before Nanxi Zhai and Zhai...... He used to come. ”

Fasting is a retreat, and there has only been one retreat in the Holy Maiden Peak over the years that needs to be specifically mentioned, so the identity of the person he mentioned is naturally about to come out.

Eucalyptus Lin showed a look of surprise, and the King of Linghai raised his eyebrows slightly, because the palace didn't know about this matter at all.

Chen Changsheng was even more surprised, wondering why she didn't tell herself?

Bishop Wenshui whispered, "That won't let us speak. ”

If Uncle Tang was not sick but poisoned, he should be cured by Tianfeng's true blood.

Xu Yourong must have thought the same way at that time.

Now Uncle Changfang is still lingering on the sickbed, and if he looks bad, it means that he is indeed not poisoned, but sick.

The change in Mrs. Tang's attitude should be very directly related to this matter.

Chen Changsheng knew why Xu Yourong came, because she knew that Tang Thirty-six was his best friend, and he was very grateful for it.

After thinking about it, he decided to go to the long house tomorrow.

It's not that he doesn't trust the abilities of the Thirteen Divisions of Qingji and Xu Yourong, it's just that he wants to see if he can change the sad ending of that elder with his medical skills. And he always felt that this matter was not so simple - after the second master of the Tang family said that sentence, after meeting that little monster in the Liusu of Hanqiu City.

"Go and check a disciple named Su in the Immortal Sect, this person's practice is very weird, no matter how tightly it is hidden, some people should have heard of it. ”

He said to the King of Linghai and Eucalyptus Lin respectively: "You write a letter to urge Nanxi Zhai, and I asked them to check whether there is any result." ”

Eucalyptus didn't know about his letter to Nanxi Zhai, and asked puzzledly, "Why are you in such a hurry?" ”

Chen Changsheng said: "I want to know where the practice inheritance of Huangquanliu falls, and whether it is possible to be in the south. ”

The King of Ling Hai contacted him earlier and said that the practice of the Immortal Sect disciple named Su was very strange, and his expression changed suddenly.

Eucalyptus's face also turned a little pale, and she muttered, "Could it be that the Immortal Sect dares to do such a crazy thing?"

"I have no proof. Chen Changsheng was silent for a while, then looked at Bishop Wenshui and said, "You find someone to check if the Tang family has anything to do with this matter." ”

The three kings of the sea took the order and left.

Guan Feibai walked out of the Dao Hall with his sword in his hand.

He didn't want to chat with Chen Changsheng, he just felt that there couldn't be no one by Chen Changsheng's side now.

Looking at the river under the starlight, Chen Changsheng was speechless.

He really had no evidence, the only clue was what the Demon Lord said in the Snow Ridge at that time.

The Demon Lord said very clearly, that young formation master was a little monster of the Immortal Sect called Su Ji, and it was a means of Shang Xingzhou and the Tang family.

That day in the kitchen of Han Qiu City in the early morning, the monster of the Yellow Spring Flow that he and Nanke encountered was full of poison and extremely terrifying, he didn't expect it at the time, and only afterwards remembered the words of the Demon Lord, and linked the two things together. The problem is that the Demon Lord's words cannot be used as evidence, and everyone knows that his words may be a means of sowing discord.

Chen Changsheng pondered these questions, not knowing that in the depths of the mercury-like river, a mass of aquatic plants was gently fluttering. The clump of aquatic plants was a little different in color from the surrounding ones, and suddenly drifted away from the bottom of the river, slowly approaching the rocks below the river bank, looking like a mass of mud that had been melted by water, and did not make any sound.