Looking at this scene, the old priest felt a touch of regret.
He had already guessed the identity of the dumb servant, so why didn't he think that these assassins used to belong to Tianji, and they were all subordinates of this person.
The old priest took a deep breath, looked at the dumb servant and shouted: "Liu Qing, come to fight!"
As expected of the semi-sacred powerhouse of the previous generation, even though he was seriously injured by a sneak attack, he still sounded like thunder and was extremely majestic.
The cold winter wind blew his hair, frantic to the extreme.
Yes, that dumb servant is Liu Qing, the former leader of the Tianji Pavilion Assassin Organization.
After Su Li and that mysterious assassin disappeared one after another, he became the most terrifying assassin in this continent.
Only he could successfully attack such a powerful figure, but he also paid a heavy price.
Tang Thirty-Six stood up, looked at Liu Qing and asked, "Is it okay?"
Liu Qing didn't speak, but nodded expressionlessly.
"Fight your head, fight!"
Tang Thirty-Six brushed off the snow dust from his body, looked at the old priest covered in blood on the stone steps and said, "Now it's our turn to gang up on you."
After saying this, he waved his hand vigorously.
Liu Qing and the seven assassins headed towards the stone steps and killed them.
At the same time, the door of the ancestral hall was pushed open, and more people poured in.
The sharp and sinister sword intent left traces on the wall of the ancestral hall from time to time.
Crossbow arrows and hidden weapons whimpered in the snow.
There was blood everywhere, and the white courtyard walls looked like they needed to be painted again.
After an unknown amount of time, the chaotic sounds finally disappeared, and the ancestral hall became quiet again.
It is very quiet, you can hear the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground, and you can also hear the rapid panting of people.
There was blood everywhere, and everyone was wounded, Tang Sanshiliu was no exception, with two broken ribs.
In order to attract the attention of the old priest, he did not allow himself to retreat to the back.
Facts have proved that his approach is effective, and none of the besieged people died.
The old priest died, leaning on the incense table in the ancestral hall, with wounds all over his body, the blood had been drained, and he looked very miserable.
His eyes were still open, and some remorse and bewilderment could still be vaguely seen inside.
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The people who came to help were all from Tang's family.
In the past six months, there were no stones thrown into the wall, and no kites pierced the sky, but since the dumb servant was Liu Qing, Tang Thirty-Six naturally maintained a close relationship with the long house. The houses near the ancestral hall have already been secretly controlled by the long house, just waiting for the moment when it needs to be done.
But Tang Thirty-Six really did not expect that the old priest would become the second uncle's man.
If Liu Qing wasn't here today, he would surely die.
Tang Thirty-Six asked the elders to leave the ancestral hall, looked at Liu Qing and said, "Brother Idol, you have worked hard for the past six months."
He first met this legendary assassin when he went to Hanshan to participate in the Stone Boiling Conference.
At that time Liu Qing wanted Chen Changsheng to be the new leader of the Assassin organization, but Chen Changsheng of course refused.
Tang Thirty-Six really wanted to do it, and wanted to get Liu Qing's contact information.
Chen Changsheng knew exactly what he wanted to do, so he didn't agree.
But after Tang Sanshiliu was imprisoned in the ancestral hall, the situation changed, and Chen Changsheng naturally had different thoughts.
Thus, Tang Thirty-Six and Liu Qing got in touch.
Liu Qing said blankly, "It's just a collection of money to do things."
Tang Thirty-Six suddenly asked: "Do you have any idea of being my Tang family's enshrined?"
Liu Qing glanced at him and said, "We'll talk about it when you become the Patriarch."
In order to protect Tang Thirty-Six's safety for the past six months, Liu Qing pretended to be a dumb servant in the ancestral hall, so naturally he couldn't speak.
He didn't say a word no matter whether he was in front of others or behind the court or in the dark room alone or even after sleeping.
This is not an easy thing.
That is to say, from that day on, Tang Thirty-Six stopped talking.
Some Tang family members thought he was doing this out of desperation, and some thought it meant silent confrontation.
No one knew that he just wanted to spend a period of quiet introspection and accompany Liu Qing by the way.
Tang Thirty-Six looked at the injured assassins, and said, "After I become the Patriarch, I will take care of you for the rest of my life."
These assassins originally belonged to the Tianji Pavilion, but now they are the court's servants. Today, Liu Qing ordered them to act. It's been like this for many years, who would really want to be a lonely ghost
Tang Thirty-Six's words were very direct. Although it seemed a little distant now, it was a promise after all.
The assassins nodded to him, asked Liu Qing for instructions with their eyes, and then disappeared into the wind and snow.
Liu Qing asked Tang Thirty-Six: "What do you do next?"
Tang Thirty-Six looked at the re-closed gate of the ancestral hall, said after a moment of silence, "Wait."
Liu Qing glanced at him, left the ancestral hall without saying anything.
Everyone is gone.
There is only him in the ancestral hall, and there are dead people everywhere.
He went to the stone steps, moved the corpse of the old enshrined from the incense case, and took a new futon from under the case.
The wind and snow fell silently in the courtyard.
He sat on the futon, looked at the snow scene outside the door, and calmly waited for the final outcome.
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What happened in the ancestral hall was quickly reported back to the old house.
Chen Changsheng looked at the snow scene outside the door, and the expression on his face gradually relaxed, like wintersweet that had escaped from the thick snow, its luster was gratifying.
The steward of the old house looked at the second master of the Tang family, lowered his head and said, "The young master has something for the second master."
The second master of the Tang family didn't speak. Looking at the scattered signs on the table, he didn't know what he was thinking.
Old Mrs. Tang said, "What joke is this kid going to say?"
Hearing these words, Chen Changsheng turned around and glanced at Mrs. Tang.
From the title, it was obvious that the old man's attitude towards Tang Thirty-Six had changed.
No one knows the specific details of the assassination in the ancestral hall, but it must be bloody and cruel.
Everyone, including Mrs. Tang, thought that Tang Sanshiliu would be killed by the second master of the Tang family. Although Chen Changsheng knew that Liu Qing was always by Tang Sanshiliu's side, he felt that the situation was extremely dangerous.
But the ending of the assassination in the ancestral hall was completely opposite to what everyone thought.
The steward of the old house said in a low voice: "The eldest young master said that the assassins should be raised by themselves to be useful. What others give you is not your own after all, just like your skills."
This sentence sounds a little messy, what exactly is the ability
Others can't understand, but the second master of the Tang family can understand.
Knowing the ending in the ancestral hall, no matter how shocked he was, he still maintained his superficial calm.
Until now, upon hearing what Tang Thirty-Six said, he could no longer support it, and his face instantly turned pale.
No matter how smart you are and good at conspiracy, if you are not strong enough and you can only use others to do things for you, then sooner or later you will have problems.
He thought of what Wang Po said on Xuejie Street three years ago, and what Zhexiu said in the Daoist Hall the day before yesterday, and he couldn't help feeling a little dazed, wondering if he was really wrong all these years
Wei Shangshu didn't come, but those shy young men in the execution room who came.
The second master of the Tang family was taken away.
No one knows where he will be imprisoned, when he will appear before the eyes of the world again, or if he will die tonight.
It's like the words that the old priest thought of when he looked at Tang Thirty-six in the ancestral hall.
The Tang family practiced the way of merchants, the winner takes all, and the loser would have nothing left, that's all.
It's also like the sentence Tang Sanshiliu brought to Mrs. Tang, "Freedom to testify, where evidence is needed, and where there is no real reasoning."