He withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward.
The world is like this, some people are destined to not be able to walk on the same path.
When we returned to Yuelai Old Inn, the sky was already dark.
Yang Wudi was sitting at the table, falling into silence, seeming to be thinking about something.
Dugu Bo sat opposite him, also saying nothing.
Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun sat aside, drinking tea quietly and enjoying this rare quiet time.
After a long time, Yang Wudi finally spoke, "I have seen many white-eyed wolves in my life. But this is the first time I have seen one like Tang Clan."
Dugu Bo couldn't help but laugh, "Why, can you see it clearly now?"
Yang Wudi shook his head. "It's not about seeing clearly, it's about giving up."
He paused, and his voice was low and heavy. "Back then, my son died on the battlefield. He could have survived, but Clear Sky Sect's order asked him to lead the charge into the battle with his tribe. When we finished the battle, they ended up with the least casualties and the greatest credit."
"My son was only thirty-five when he died!"
Dugu Bo was silent, knowing all this in his heart.
"What happened next?" he asked, "Clear Sky Sect Did anyone come to apologize?"
Yang Wudi sneered, "Apologise? They didn't even fart."
He looked out the window at the night with cold eyes. "Today that boy said that Tang Sect is independent and has nothing to do with the Clear Sky Sect. It's really ridiculous. His father is Tang Hao, he is Uncle is Tang Xiao, and his aunt is Tang Yuehua. The surname is Tang, and the blood of the Tang Clan is flowing on her body. Can he not want the things from the Clear Sky Sect?"
Dugu Bo nodded, feeling the same in his heart.
Tang San's talent, when he grows up, will Clear Sky Sect those old guys come to him? Will they not let him recognize his ancestors?
At that time, what is the single attribute Four Clans?
They are just chess pieces that can be discarded at any time.
"Brother Yang," Dugu Bo said, "You can see clearly, I feel relieved."
Yang Wudi waved his hand. "I have lived for almost eighty years, and I am not fooled by a young boy."
"I'll keep these two pieces of Spirit Bone for now. When you figure it out someday, come back to me and ask for it."
Zhou Qiubai glanced at the two pieces Spirit Bone and shook his head. "Senior, this junior will not want it."
Yang Wudi stared at him, wondering. "Why?"
Zhou Qiubai thought for a moment and said seriously, "The way of juniors does not require these."
Yang Wudi was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled, "Okay. Very good."
"Then I'll take my leave. At Heaven Dou City, you must be careful."
Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun stood up to see each other off, and Dugu Bo also stood up. "I'll give you a ride."
The two walked out of the inn side by side, and Zhou Qiubai watched from the door as their backs gradually disappeared into the night.
Yang Guyun stood beside him quietly, saying nothing.
After a long time, Zhou Qiubai suddenly spoke, "Brother Yang."
Yang Guyun looked at him.
"Your grandfather," Zhou Qiubai said seriously, "Is a good man."
Yang Guyun was silent for a moment and nodded. "I know."
Zhou Qiubai said nothing, looked back, and was about to turn around and go back to the house, when suddenly his brows moved, and a sense of alarm surged in his heart.
There is murderous intent.
Far away, but really paying attention to them.
He didn't look back, he just turned slightly sideways quietly and scanned the roof with the corner of his eye.
The sky above the roof was empty, there was nothing.
But Zhou Qiubai knew in his heart that someone was there.
And that smell was all too familiar to him.
Tang Hao, who is so angry with his own father.
He turned his head and looked at Yang Guyun. At this time, Yang Guyun had an expressionless face and looked far away, seemingly unaware of anything.
However, he held Returnless Spear's fingers tightly.
He felt it too.
The two looked at each other, understanding each other, then turned around and walked into the inn silently.
The door closed gently behind him, blocking out the deep night outside.
"Tang Hao." Yang Guyun whispered.
Zhou Qiubai nodded.
"Is he still out there?"
Zhou Qiubai walked to the window and looked out through the window paper.
The streets were deserted, with only a few lanterns swaying gently in the wind.
But he knew that that person was still in the dark.
"He wants to take action." Yang Guyun said.
"Not necessarily." Zhou Qiubai shook his head, "This is Heaven Dou City, he doesn't dare."
Yang Guyun fell silent.
Zhou Qiubai is indeed right.
No matter how arrogant Tang Hao is, he would not dare to take action openly in Heaven Dou City.
Once recognized, it will bring trouble to the Clear Sky Sect.
Once the reputation of being a big bully of a small one is confirmed, then the name Clear Sky Douluo will no longer exist.
Even when Zhou Qiubai was originally pursued, it was only because of Suotuo City that he took action.
After all, it is really embarrassing to the Clear Sky Sect. This is absolutely unacceptable to a "sect slave" like Tang Hao.
"He's just waiting." Zhou Qiubai said slowly, "Waiting for an opportunity."
Yang Guyun raised his eyes and looked at him.
"Outside the city, in a sparsely populated place." Zhou Qiubai said, "Or Soul Beast Forest is pretending to be Spirit Beast to commit murder. He came today, obviously to see if there is any chance."
"Any chance?"
Zhou Qiubai chuckled, with a hint of sarcasm in his smile.
"No." He said, "Dugu Bo is here, and Elder Yang is here too, but he doesn't dare. Now that they are gone, he has also been exposed. He knows that we have noticed him, and if we attack again, it will not be a sneak attack, but an open kill."
He paused for a moment and looked at the night outside the window. "He doesn't want to cause trouble to the sect. Therefore, he will not take action today."
Yang Guyun nodded and did not ask any further questions.
As for the Tang Clan people's temperament, they have figured it out.
Outside the window, the moonlight is still shining.
On the rooftop diagonally opposite, a dark figure lurked in the shadows.
Tang Hao's eyes were fixed on the window that had just been closed, his brows were furrowed, and a complicated light flashed in his eyes.
That White Clothes boy, that look back just now...
Is it a coincidence?
Or did he really notice himself?
Tang Hao doesn't believe it.
But that moment of gaze...
Tang Hao remembered Zhou Qiubai's glance just now. Although she didn't look directly at him, she happened to glance at his hiding place, stayed for a moment, and then moved away as if nothing had happened.
What a coincidence.
Tang Hao felt uneasy in his heart.
He couldn't help but think of the boy he chased outside Suotuo City more than a year ago.
At that time, Zhou Qiubai but Soul Grandmaster escaped from his pursuit by relying on his weird footwork and keen perception.
Two years have passed and that boy has reached level 40.
Level 40, Soul Ancestor.
This growth rate is not even much slower than his son Tang San.
But Tang San is Twin Martial Souls, the peerless genius of Innate Full Soul Power.
Where is Zhou Qiubai?
A gangster Rogue Cultivator, without the resources of a sect, without the guidance of a famous teacher, has made it to where he is today with only a broken sword and that desperate ferocity.
Tang Hao couldn't help but feel regret in his heart.
He shouldn't have let that kid leave alive at that time.
It would be great to go down the cliff and look for last-hit shots.
At that time, he thought that even if Zhou Qiubai had good talent, it would not be possible for him to become Titled Douluo in thirty or forty years.
At that time, Tang San had already complemented Soul Ring of Clear Sky Hammer, and it was easy to pack up a Titled Douluo.
But he ignored one thing.
The growth rate of Zhou Qiubai.