Fighter of the Destiny

(Yesterday, I wrote the second master of the Tang family as the second master of the Xue family... Recently, my physical and mental strength have indeed reached a certain level. I tried to modify it, but because it is a new version of the author area, I am not very good at using it, so I don’t know if the modification has been successful. Again, my physical and mental strength have been poor recently... OK, I just confirmed it and the modification was successful.)

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Wang Po understood.

They wanted to kill Zhou Tong.

The other party wanted to kill him and Chen Changsheng.

The Wenshui Tang family's choice was biased based on their different attitudes towards him and Chen Changsheng.

But there were two things he still hadn't figured out.

If the Tang family is regarded as a pure businessman who puts profit first, then why does the Tang family want Chen Changsheng to die?

Everyone knows that Chen Changsheng has a close relationship with Tang Tang. If he can succeed the Pope, it will be of great benefit to the Tang family.

"Baidicheng also disagrees with Chen Changsheng's succession to the Pope. This is also an issue that many people cannot understand."

The second master of the Tang family said: "That's because there are better choices in Baidi City, and for me, the Tang family, Chen Changsheng is certainly the best choice, but for me, it is the worst choice."

It was Tang Tang who was friends with Chen Changsheng, not the Wenshui Tang family, and not even his second master of the Tang family.

Wang Po said: "In that case, why would the old man listen to you?"

The second master of the Tang family said: "You know, the old man dislikes the Holy Queen the most. What Chen Changsheng did makes the old man very unhappy."

At this moment, a clear sword cry sounded in the wind and snow at the end of the street, and then a sword light lit up.

Chen Changsheng's figure was looming in the wind and snow.

There was a muffled groan, and the smell of blood penetrated the wind and snow and came here.

The battle over there had already begun, and Wang Po's iron sword was still resting on the table, motionless.

He retracted his gaze from a distance, fell on the iron knife hidden by the snow, and said, "Can't you wait for more than ten days?"

The entire continent knew that the pope's illness was getting worse and worse. Autumn turned to winter snow at random, and the season came, and it was already in the last ten days.

Even if the Zhou court, Baidi City, and the Tang family in Wenshui wanted to win the papal position, why couldn't they wait for more than ten days?

"His Majesty the Pope is a saint. When he dies, there will be thunder and there will be arrangements."

The second master of the Tang family said: "What we have to do is to disrupt his arrangements and use the simplest method to solve the most complicated things in the future."

Even if His Majesty the Pope returns to the sea of ​​​​stars and the whole world knows his arrangements, who dares to oppose his will?

Once the state religion is united, even if it is as powerful as Shang Xingzhou and as strategic as the Wenshui Tang family, it will be difficult to drive Chen Changsheng out of the palace.

It would definitely be countless times easier to kill Chen Changsheng in advance than to wait for him to take the throne of the Pope before taking action.

At this point, this is the most correct solution, but before this solution appeared, no one would have thought of this.

No one would have thought that just before His Majesty the Pope was about to leave this world, Shang Xingzhou, instead of waiting patiently, would actually... take action before he left this world.

"Whose decision is this?" Wang Po asked, looking at the second master of the Tang family.

The second master of the Tang family smiled and said: "Of course it is Tao Zun's decision. I just provided my wisdom at the right time."

Wang Po looked into his eyes and said, "After so many years, you still like to play these tricks."

"That's right, because I'm only good at this." The second master of the Tang family suppressed his smile and said calmly.

Many years ago, Zhuang Zhihuan, the current dean of Tiandaoyuan, met him in Wenshui.

From that time to now, Zhuang Zhihuan has been amazed by his talent for cultivation, and even more amazed that he would waste his talent for cultivation in such a way.

In the whole world, only the old man of the Tang family probably understands why he doesn't care about his precious cultivation talent and abandons it like worn out shoes.

Because no matter how talented he is in cultivation, he cannot surpass Wang Po. No matter how diligently he practices, he cannot surpass Wang Po.

Many years ago, he realized this unwillingly but desperately.

Therefore, the second son of the Tang family, who once had a promising future, became a playboy who bullied men and dominated women in Wenshui City, and gradually became unknown.

No one knew that he had just given up on practicing Taoism and had been silently working hard in other areas. He knew that only in this way could he defeat Wang Po.

Such as wisdom, strategy, ruthless setting up, and judgment and utilization of people's hearts.

"When it comes to fighting, I may never be as good as you in this life."

"But in other respects, you are not worthy of carrying my shoes."

"I know best what everyone cares about, what they want, what thresholds cannot be crossed, and where are the shadows that cannot be seen."

"Everyone in the world says that your sword skills, Wang Po's, are straight. You only sell your reputation for your straightness. Naturally, what you care about most is your reputation."

"Today, I will use the name you want to crush your knife. What can you do?"

The second master of the Tang family looked at Wang Po and laughed.

As usual, he opened his mouth and made no sound.

Every word that came out of his mouth before was a mockery and ridicule to Wang Po.

Wang Po looked at his face, and that desire or impulse became stronger and stronger.

But what can he do?

He is not a person who sells his integrity just because he is famous.

But the kindness is as heavy as a mountain.

This mountain was pressed down like this. Could he cut it through with a single blow?

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Mrs. Mu walked outside the palace and looked up at the sky.

Snow is falling in the sky, and the snow comes from the clouds. No matter what others think, in her eyes, the snow and the clouds are both sheep, with white and soft fur.

Wherever she looked, snowflakes were falling and clouds were gradually moving, like a herd of sheep.

Looking at this scene, Mao Qiuyu's expression became extremely solemn, and his sleeves moved without any wind.

She withdrew her gaze, looked somewhere beside the hall, showed a cold smile, and asked: "Is this where my little sister was punished by you?"

In addition to the queen of the demon clan, she also has the identity of the eldest princess of Daxizhou, and her younger sister is the former giant of the state religion - Mu Jiu Shi.

At the beginning, Shang Xingzhou wanted to expel Chen Changsheng from the state religion and promote Pastoral Wine Poetry to become the successor of the Pope. Of course, it had a lot to do with her.

After hearing these words, Mao Qiuyu's expression calmed down and his sleeves flicked.

A wind blew up the snow in front of the palace and swayed it around, spreading through the shadows between the palaces and revealing several figures.

Taoist Baishi.

The King of Linghai.

Eucalyptus lin.

Taoist Siyuan.

The five most powerful giants of the state religion were all present.

And this is the palace.

Even if she is a saint, she may not be invincible.

Not to mention, although His Majesty the Pope is seriously ill, he is still the Pope.

Mao Qiuyu looked at her and asked in a deep voice: "Empress, do you really want to be an enemy of our national religion?"

"Having a different opinion from Yin is an enemy of the state religion?" She said calmly: "Can't Shang represent the state religion?"

The expressions of Mao Qiuyu, King Linghai and others remained unchanged, but their hearts were completely cold.

They knew that if things were not handled properly today, the state religion would most likely face the biggest civil war since the Saint went to the south.

Shang Xingzhou is also the orthodox successor of the state religion, and is the senior brother of His Majesty the Pope. He has been living in the Li Palace a thousand years ago.

In a sense, after the death of the pope, he is the person who best represents the state religion.

The meaning of Mrs. Mu's words is very clear.

When leaving the palace, there was a sudden storm.

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The wind and snow in the palace suddenly became violent.

The west wind carried scattered snow and slapped on the door on the side of the hall, making a crackling sound.

The door was pushed open, but Feng Xue could not enter because Shang Xingzhou walked out of it.

In order to conquer Tianji Pavilion and help His Majesty stabilize the court situation in the shortest time, he stayed in this room for many days.

Today, he came out.

He is preparing to leave the palace.

He is leaving the palace.

More than a dozen Taoists with advanced realms came out of the snow and followed behind him.