(I wrote the second master of Tang’s family as the second master of Xue’s family yesterday... I have indeed reached a certain level of physical strength and mental strength recently. I tried to modify it, but because it is now the author section of the new version, I don’t know how to use it, so I don’t know if the modification has been successful. Or the same sentence, my physical strength and mental strength have been recently... Okay, I just confirmed it and the modification has been successful.)

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Wang Po understood.

They want to kill Zhou Tong.

The other party wanted to kill him and Chen Changsheng.

The choice of the Tang family in Wenshui was based on their different attitudes towards him and Chen Changsheng.

But he still has two things he hasn't figured out.

If the Tang family is regarded as a pure businessman and everything is based on interests, then why does the Tang family want Chen Chang to live and die?

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

"Baidicheng also disagrees with Chen Changsheng's succession as the Pope, which is also a question that many people can't understand."

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

The friendship with Chen Changsheng was Tang Tang, not the Tang family of Wenshui, nor the second master of his Tang family.

Wang Po said: "Since that's the 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 Mother the most. What Chen Changsheng did made the old man very dislike."

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

Chen Changsheng's figure appeared faintly in the wind and snow.

A muffled groan sounded, and the smell of blood penetrated the wind and snow and came here.

The battle there had begun, and Wang Po's iron knife was still on the table, not moving.

His gaze was withdrawn from a distance, landed on the iron knife covered by snow, and said, "Can't wait for more than ten days?"

The whole continent knows that the Pope's illness is getting worse and worse, and the winter snow is turning at will, and the season arrives, and it has reached the last ten days.

The Great Zhou court, Baidi City, and Wenshui Tang family, even if they want to seize the position of the Pope, why can't they wait for more than ten days?

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

The second master of the Tang family said: "What we need 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 Star Sea, everyone knows his arrangements, who dares to oppose his will?

Once the national religion unites as one, even if it is as strong as a businessman or as a plan as a Tang family in Wenshui, it will be difficult to drive Chen Changsheng out of the Li Palace.

Killing Chen Changsheng in advance is definitely a lot easier than waiting for him to take action before taking action.

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

No one would have thought that just before His Majesty the Pope was about to leave this world, Shang Xingzhou not only did not have the patience to wait, but insisted on taking 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 the decision of the Taoist Lord. I just provided my wisdom at the right time."

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

"No, because I'm only good at this." The second master of the Tang family curled his smile and said calmly.

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

From then until now, Zhuang Zhihuan has been amazed at his talent for cultivation, and even more amazed at how he would waste his talent for cultivation.

In the whole world, only the old man of the Tang family probably understood why he didn't care about his precious talent for cultivation and abandoned it like a piece of grass.

Because no matter how high his talent in practice is, he is not as high as Wang Po. No matter how diligent he practices, he cannot surpass Wang Po.

Many years ago, he realized this with great despair.

Therefore, the second master of the Tang family, who once had a bright future, became a playboy who bullied men and women in Wenshui City, and gradually became nameless.

No one knew that he had just given up practicing Taoism, and he had been working silently in other aspects. He knew that only in this way could he have the possibility of defeating Wang Po.

For example, wisdom, strategy, cold setting, and judgment and utilization of people's hearts.

"When it comes to fighting, I may not be as good as you in my life."

"But in other aspects, you don't deserve to carry my shoes."

"I know best what everyone cares about, what they want, what they can't cross the threshold, and where the shadows are invisible."

"Everyone in the world said that your king's sword is straightforward. If you seek fame and make fame, what you care about the most is naturally the name."

"Today, I will use the name you want to press your knife, what can you do?"

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

Just like usual, he opened his mouth without any sound.

Every word he said before was mocking and ridicule of Wang Po.

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

But what can he do?

He is not a person who sells fame and integrity.

But kindness is as heavy as a mountain.

The mountain was pressed down like this. Could he be able to cut it with one knife?

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Mrs. Mu walked out of the hall and looked up at the sky.

The sky is falling snow, and snow comes from the clouds. No matter how others see it, in her eyes, snow and clouds are sheep, with white and soft fur.

Wherever her eyes reached, snowflakes drifted and clouds gradually moved, like a flock of sheep.

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

She withdrew her gaze, looked somewhere next to the hall, showed a slightly cold smile, and asked, "Is my young girl here you punished me?"

In addition to the demon queen, she also has a great princess in Daxizhou. Her young girl is the former national tycoon giant Mu Jiushi.

Shang Xingzhou wanted to expel Chen Changsheng from the national religion and promote Mu Jiusi to become the heir to the pope, of course, it had a great relationship with her.

Hearing this sentence, Mao Qiuyu's expression calmed down instead, and her sleeves flicked.

The wind blew up the snow in front of the hall and swept around, passing through the shadows between the halls, revealing several figures.

Taoist Baishi.

The King of the Sea.

Eucalyptus.

Taoist Siyuan.

All five giants with the strongest strength in the State Education Association were present.

And this is Ligong.

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 country?"

"Different from Yin's opinion, is it an enemy of the state religion?" She said calmly: "Can't Shang represent the state religion?"

Mao Qiuyu, the King of Linghai and others' expressions remained unchanged, but Dao's heart was already cold.

They knew that if the handling was a little inappropriate today, the National Church would most likely welcome the biggest internal struggle after the Saint went to the south.

Shang Xingzhou is also a legitimate descendant of the national religion, and is also the senior brother of His Majesty the Pope. He lived in the palace a thousand years ago.

In a sense, after the Pope's death, he was the person who best represents the state religion.

Mrs. Mu's words are very clear.

The snow and snow in Ligong suddenly blew.

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The wind and snow in the palace suddenly became violent.

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

The door was pushed open, but the wind and snow were unable to enter because Shang Xingzhou walked out of it.

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

Today, he walked out.

He is ready to leave the palace.

He is going to leave the palace.
Chapter completed!