If this kid keeps going at this pace, for thirty or forty years?
I'm afraid twenty years is enough.
Twenty years later, how old will Tang San be?
He is in his early thirties. No matter how talented he is, how far can he grow?
But taking action now is too risky.
You must know that this is Heaven Dou City. Once someone recognizes it, it will bring trouble to the Clear Sky Sect.
And next to that White Clothes kid is Yang Guyun, a Soul King, and a Soul Ancestor.
Although it is not worth mentioning in his eyes, if the movement is too big and alarms the old guys in the city...
Xie Ru.
Tang Hao's pupils shrank slightly.
That Silent Douluo is Back Mountain in the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
Too deep.
It's so deep that even Titled Douluo, who is level 95, can't see through the depth.
If we take action in the city, Xie Ru will be alarmed...
Tang Hao took a deep breath and suppressed the murderous intention in his heart.
No rush.
There are still many opportunities.
Wait until Tang San joins Soul Master Tournament, wait until they leave Heaven Dou City, wait until there is no one around in the wilderness...
There is always an opportunity.
Tang Hao turned around and disappeared into the night.
He didn't notice that the moment he turned around, there was a pair of eyes in the window of Yuelai Old Inn, staring closely at the direction he left through the gap in the window paper.
Zhou Qiubai stood by the window, motionless.
Yang Guyun was sitting in the dark without a light.
"Gone?" he asked.
Zhou Qiubai nodded. "Let's go."
Yang Guyun was silent for a moment. "Is it him?"
"Hmm."
Yang Guyun didn't ask again.
Zhou Qiubai stood by the window for a long time, until the vague murderous intention completely dissipated in the night, then he returned to the table and sat down.
There was a pot of cool tea on the table. He poured himself a cup and tasted it slowly.
"What is he thinking?" Yang Guyun suddenly asked.
Zhou Qiubai thought for a moment, "You want to kill me, but you don't dare to do it."
"Why don't you dare?"
"Because this is Heaven Dou City." Zhou Qiubai said, "Once someone recognizes you, Clear Sky Sect's reputation will be ruined."
Yang Guyun remained silent.
Zhou Qiubai continued, "For him, killing me is a small matter. Clear Sky Sect's reputation is a big deal."
Yang Guyun Got it.
He has seen too many Soul Masters like this. Those Soul Masters who come from sect families often value their family's face more than their lives.
Although I hate you to death in my heart, I still have to maintain my grace on the outside. I obviously want to kill you, but I want to find a hundred reasons to prove that I am a good teacher.
Too hypocritical.
But it was this hypocrisy that gave them the chance to survive.
Otherwise, the two of them, little Kara, would not be able to beat Tang Hao.
"Will he come again?" Yang Guyun asked.
Zhou Qiubai thought for a while and nodded.
"Yes. But not now."
He paused and suddenly smiled, "He thought there were still many opportunities. He thought that when Tang San became Titled Douluo, he could kill whoever he wanted."
"People like Tang Hao can only see things like cultivation, soul rings, things that can be held with hands, and things that can be seen with eyes. As for what he can't see, he doesn't believe it."
Yang Guyun was silent for a moment and asked, "Do you believe it?"
"I don't know," he said, "But I'm willing to wait and see."
Yang Guyun did not ask any further questions.
He closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing.
Another hundred years later, Tang San and Tang Yuehua are walking back to the Shrek Academy.
Tang Yuehua glanced sideways at Tang San.
The young man lowered his head and walked silently, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.
"Xiao San."
Tang San raised his head and forced a smile, "Aunt, I'm fine."
Tang Yuehua looked at him and sighed in his heart.
This child is exactly the same as his second brother when he was young.
He looks gentle on the outside, but there is something hidden inside.
He doesn't want to talk about being wronged, and he doesn't say anything when he suffers a loss. He just digests it alone in the dead of night.
"What happened today," she said softly, "Don't take it personally."
Tang San shook his head. "Don't worry, aunt, I didn't take it to heart. What Patriarch Yang said... is not completely unreasonable."
After all, he has to maintain his pure and innocent persona, and since he is an elder, he cannot be rude.
Tang Yuehua raised his eyebrows.
Tang San continued, "It is indeed true that Clear Sky Sect abandoned the single attribute Four Clans. Breaking Clan suffered the heaviest loss, and it is also true. I can understand that Patriarch Yang has resentment in his heart."
He spoke very calmly, with no emotion in his tone.
But Tang Yuehua heard something else.
So calm.
There was a movement in her heart, but her face remained calm as she nodded lightly. "It's good that you think so."
She paused and then said, "Yang Wudi was so angry today that he couldn't listen to anything he said. In a few days, when Four Clans gets together, there will be another chance."
Tang San looked at her. "Four Clans party?"
"The old tradition of single-attribute Four Clans." Tang Yuehua said, "Every few years, the clan leaders of Four Clans will get together to reminisce about the past and exchange knowledge. Although Clear Sky Sect abandoned them back then, the affection between them has remained for decades."
"When the time comes, I will take you there. You behave well and let Yang Wudi see your sincerity. Although Breaking Clan is stubborn, he is not unreasonable."
Tang San nodded. "Thank you, auntie."
Tang Yuehua smiled and patted his shoulder gently.
Tang San lowered his head and remained silent.
In other words, there is still a chance.
But Tang Yuehua knew clearly what he was thinking at this time.
She has worked hard in aristocratic circles for decades, met many different kinds of people, and seen through too many thoughts.
Tang San Although she hid it well, her little thoughts could not be hidden from her eyes.
It is true that I want to win over Breaking Clan.
It is also true that I want to grow Tang Sect.
However, the unwillingness and vague hatred in my heart are also real.
Tang Yuehua is not broken.
In her opinion, this emotion is normal.
It is not a bad thing for young people to be a little tempered and angry.
As long as you know how to measure yourself and know when to endure and when to fight, that's enough.
As for what Yang Wudi said...
Just listen to what "Breaking Clan would rather be cut off than be a slave" and what "Tang Sect is no different from the Clear Sky Sect".
The single attribute Four Clans was the vassal of the Clear Sky Sect back then, but now it is the down-and-out Rogue Cultivator.
With no foundation and no backing, after struggling in this cannibalistic world for decades, I should have understood a truth...
Living is more important than anything else.
When they are desperate, they will naturally want to figure out who can really give them a way to survive.
Tang Yuehua withdrew his thoughts and looked forward.
The gate of the Shrek Academy is not far away.
"Xiao San." She said suddenly.
Tang San looks up.
Tang Yuehua looked at him seriously. "Remember, those who achieve great things don't stick to trivial matters. Today's things are in the past. The days to come will be long and there will be many opportunities."
Tang San was silent for a moment and nodded. "Auntie, I remember."
Tang Yuehua smiled and said nothing more.
The two walked into the college gate.