As the envoy of Tianhexuan, Yang Chusheng almost walked sideways in Qinghe County. Even Pei Qian respected him.
Therefore, the house he lives in is naturally the one with the best location, the highest price and the highest specifications in Qinghe County.
The minimum requirement for a house of this level is to be warm in winter and cool in summer. At this moment, it was warm spring in March, but Yang Chusheng felt a bone-chilling chill running up his spine.
In an instant, he was frozen in place.
"Sir... Sir, this, this is..." Yang Chusheng was lying on the ground, the hairs on his arms standing up.
The figure in the smoke looked at him and said quietly: "I told you from the beginning, our target is Xiao Qingshan. Not Xiao Qingguan, let alone the little Taoist priest."
"Whether you let Zhongtongmen annex Xiaoqingguan or you want to kill the little Taoist priest, these are just means, but they are not our ultimate goal."
"If Zhongtong Sect can successfully annex Xiaoqingguan and let us get the land deed of Xiaoqingshan, that would be great. But if Zhongtong Sect can't do it... just use another tool."
"Do we have to change our original purpose because of a tool?"
Yang Chusheng was stunned, looked up in sweat and said: "What do you mean, sir... give up Zhongtong Sect?"
"I just suggested that you should change your tool."
The old man continued: "Whether it is Xiaoqingguan who surrenders to me on his own initiative, or whether Zhongtongmen annexes Xiaoqingguan and then surrenders to me, what is the difference?"
"hehe."
The old man seemed to have thought of something, smiled softly, and continued: "What's more, a little Taoist priest who can resist the superior sect and almost win, isn't it obviously better than the Zhongtong sect?"
Yang Chusheng calmed down a little, and saw that this gentleman was cherishing Jiang Chou's talents. After thinking for a moment, he said: "But... that little Taoist priest wants to be independent of the sect! The subordinates are afraid that he will not obey...
"
"Anyone who establishes a sect should not aim at the independence of the sect?"
The old man said calmly: "Is there anyone in this world who is willing to be someone else's dog? I would like to see if he can do this."
Yang Chusheng said: "Then... my subordinates will inform the Zhongtong Sect not to attack Xiao Qingguan again."
The old man sighed.
Yang Chusheng's mind, which had just been relaxed, suddenly became tense again. This adult's thoughts were really difficult to figure out.
"Only through sufficient training can real talents be cultivated." The old man said slowly, "If the Zhongtong Sect can defeat the little Taoist priest, it means that his talent is nothing more than this. What's the pity for me?"
Yang Chusheng trembled all over and slowly calmed down.
He touched his head heavily to the ground and said respectfully: "Subordinate... I understand."
"Go ahead, don't put too much pressure on me." The old man said calmly.
The smoke immediately dispersed, and in the quiet courtyard, Yang Chusheng knelt on the ground for a long time before getting up.
My back was already wet.
His eyes were a little panicked.
"Go ahead and don't put too much pressure on it."
The old man's last words were still ringing in his ears.
This sounds like letting him relax, but Yang Chusheng is not stupid.
Combined with the old man's previous words, it is not difficult to guess what the old man really means... Not only is Zhongtong Sect a tool to him, but even Yang Chusheng is just a tool.
If Yang Chusheng does not do well, the old man will simply abandon his tool and replace it with a new one.
The old man told him to relax simply because he didn't care how Yang Chusheng did!
The more Yang Chusheng thought about it, the more frightened he felt, and he felt a chill in his heart...
Maybe...he is not the only one helping the old man with this matter?
"No, I have to... finish this!"
For this matter, he, Yang Chusheng, had almost blocked everything in his life. His apprentice died before he could take revenge. If he couldn't finish it, even if the old man wouldn't do anything to him, there would be no place for him in Tianhe Xuan!
"Jiang Chou... Xiao Qingguan, just wait for me!"
"boom!"
Yang Chusheng punched the ground hard, causing the ground to tremble in an instant, mud and rocks flying, leaving a huge deep hole in the ground.
With a ferocious face, he turned into a golden rainbow and headed towards the central door.
…
"Snapped"
In the Zhongtong Gate Hall, the furious Yang Chusheng threw the white porcelain cup in his hand to the ground, looked coldly at the person in front of the Zhongtong Gate, and forced out a sentence through his teeth: "I'll give you a chance to say what I just said again."
The person in the middle passage was pale, but it was not because of Yang Chusheng's oppression, but because of the serious injuries he suffered from the headless injury last night.
The person in the middle passage looked up at Yang Chusheng who was sitting on the main seat, and said calmly: "Elder Yang, I have seen you too. Wu Yong Bu San is dead, Elder Bu Si is in jail, and I am seriously injured. In such a tragic situation, Zhongtong Gate
I really can’t afford to take action against Xiao Qingguan anymore.”
At this moment, the Zhongtong Sect has almost lost all its core strength, with only dozens of disciples in the Qi Refining Stage left.
What's more, after seeing Jiang Chou's sword, how could anyone in Zhongdao dare to have any thoughts about Jiang Chou?
Yang Chusheng stared at the person in the middle passage, confirming that even if he killed him now, he would not change at all, and the anger on his face slowly dissipated.
"I understand." He stood up and said, "Since the friends in the Middle Path have concerns, I can't force others to make things difficult for me. But I want to ask the friends in the Middle Path to watch a good show tonight. Please be sure to show your respect."
The people in Zhongdao were confused and didn't want to agree.
"Friend of the Middle Path, I did not use my status as a sect to oppress you. You should know that this is my sincerity." Yang Chusheng said calmly.
The people in the middle passage were silent for a moment, then sighed and agreed.
Soon, night falls.
The people in the middle passage followed Yang Chusheng and walked into a house in the west city of Qinghe County.
Opening the firewood shed, one could vaguely see the extremely high pile of firewood in the dim environment, and at Yang Chusheng's feet was a broken bowl with only a small mouthful of muddy water.
In front of the bowl, a man was tied up and dying.
The man was very fat, and the rope was tightened extremely tightly, leaving blood marks on his round belly, and there were still vague restraints on his body.
"He is the former head catcher in Qinghe County, his name is Chu Banshan." Yang Chusheng said.
The person in the middle passage narrowed his pupils and said nothing.
Although the former police chief of Qinghe County is not a big shot, there must be something hidden behind him appearing here so miserably at this moment.
Obviously, it has something to do with Yang Chusheng.
"He has a close friendship with Taoist Priest Xiao Jiang, and," Yang Chusheng turned his head and said with a smile, "this daughter of Chu Baotou is now a disciple of Xiao Qingguan."
"Dong dong dong"
At this moment, there was a cautious knock on the door outside the house.
The person in the middle passage glanced at Yang Chusheng warily. Yang Chusheng smiled slightly, turned around and opened the door.
After a while, he came back.
Behind him, there was a figure.
As soon as the figure saw Chu Banshan on the ground, he let out a cry, pushed aside Yang Chusheng and the people in the middle passage at all costs, and threw himself on Chu Banshan.