In the cold winter many years ago, Tangmen.

The lonely house is filled with wine, and the people in the Tang Sect are all evasive here, for fear of being intoxicated by the bad luck here.

Because the owner of this lonely house is about to die, and he seems too alternative to the Tang Sect.

The Tang Sect's people should be ruthless, but the man in the lonely house drank sadly every night at the relics left by his two close friends. On the seventh day of the seventh month of the seventh month, he would hang white silk on his mansion. Therefore, almost no one in the Tang Sect understood him, and only a few elders were willing to deal with him, but in fact, anyone with a discerning eye could see that they were just coveting the "relics" in the hands of men.

Today, white silk is hung on the lonely house again.

In the lonely house, the man was lying on the sickbed, with several empty bottles of wine beside him. His eyes were deep and he looked at Tang Yunying standing beside the bed, wearing a robe like a night, "Senior Brother, I'm going to take a step first."

"Junior brother!" Tang Yunying hurried forward and held the man's pale hand as pale as paper, full of reluctance.

Neither of them were ordinary disciples of the Tang Sect. They abandoned the traditional mechanisms and hidden weapons of the Tang Sect, but took an extremely special path: one manipulated the shadow and the other man controlled the hair. These two paths that were contrary to the tradition of the Tang Sect were originally unwilling to the Tang Sect. However, Tang Yunying was the son of the previous old man Tang and the current ruler of the Tang Sect. The disciples dared not say much, but the man on the sickbed had been cold-eyed since the day he threw away the traditional hidden weapons. Only Tang Yunying admired him very much and insisted on commensurate with his brothers.

As for the master?

They are their own masters, and they are also their masters.

"Why haven't the doctor from Fuming Hall come yet?" Tang Yunying was extremely anxious, "Junior brother, hold on, I'll call someone now!"

"They were extremely reluctant to see me, let alone save me." The man stretched out his hand and used all his strength to hold him up.

After a long silence, Tang Yunying accepted the fact that the man said, "Junior brother, you still have a wish before your death."

The man raised his hand tremblingly, "He."

Tang Yunying followed and found that a child was sleeping in the wine jar piled up into a hill. He slept very peacefully, as if he had no idea what was happening now.

"It's your son." Tang Yunying said softly.

"I hope that after my death, my senior brother can teach me well." The man couldn't help coughing, and the candlelight next to the couch was swaying.

"It's a good seedling." Tang Yunying exclaimed, then looked at the man, "Yuxuan is escaping, and her whereabouts are unknown. I will definitely treat him as my own child. I will return the position of the sect leader to my mother in a few days, take him to the Guiying Pavilion to teach him carefully and raise him."

The man tried hard to smile, as if he was satisfied with Tang Yunying's answer. But then he remembered something and pointed at the dark sword beside him - this was the relic left by his close friend.

"Show mercy in the Mo Jian?" Tang Yunying recognized the sword.

"I would like to ask my senior brother to let him inherit the Mo Jian so that my dead best friend can have successors. I left too many regrets with my best friend back then. I hope that when A Tian grows up, he will be able to draw his sword for others without hesitation and move forward without any scruples."

The man suddenly started to cough violently, cried out a mouthful of blood and a strong smell of alcohol, and then closed his eyes.

“It’s been many years.”

As soon as the man in black robe stepped into the Tang family fort, he saw a shadow reflected on the wall beside him, covering up most of the moonlight on the wall.

"You're back." The shadow spoke in a sequential manner, which seemed particularly strange in the night.

"Yes." The man in black robe looked cold, as if he had been used to the strange scene in front of him.

"Yes. You seem to be stronger than you were then." The shadow on the wall calmed down slightly, and then spread out, turning into a few black water and flowing to the ground. A thin and slender figure stood up straight from the black water. As the black water continued to fade, the figure gradually became clearer and turned into a haggard man.

It is the leader of the Guiying Pavilion, Tang Yunying.

"Yes." The man in black robe felt the rain curtain falling from his cloak, his voice calmly and he could not hear the real emotions.

"Have you met a noble man?" Tang Yunying looked at the dark wide sword on his back.

"I met a young man of similar age as me, who taught me the first two sword techniques of the Ink Sword Art." The man in black robe raised his hat and exposed his young face below.

It is Mo Jian who is the current sword master, Tang Zangtian.

"Aren't you grateful to him?" Tang Yunying looked at Tang Zangtian's gloomy face and asked.

Tang Zangtian said with no thought: "It is nothing wrong for me to be a noble person, but I really want to kill him. He broke the heart of a woman."

Tang Yunying was stunned for a moment, then sighed, "Well."

Tang Zangtian looked up in shock, "Well? Don't you ask why?"

In his memory, his father died of depression and drinking, missing the age he should be taught the most. But after his father died, the man in front of him adopted him. That strictness and harshness, which was no less than devilish, filled the gap that should have belonged to his father.

But now it seems that this person is very tired.

It's like a vicious and vicious demon who takes too much life, trying to cleanse his sins overnight.

It's not easy.

"If you want to draw the sword for that woman, then go." Tang Yunying turned around, his mind was filled with the man full of alcohol, and suddenly threw a cloth bag at Tang Zangtian.

"Is this?" Tang Zangtian looked at the cloth bag and was quite surprised.

"Go away."

"After entering, go directly to the Blue and White Palace. Someone is waiting for you for a long time." Tang Yunying turned around after leaving this sentence.

The road that had just rained was muddy, and the soil was stuck on Tang Yunying's shoes. He slowly left in this hazy and misty rain and mist, disappearing at the end of the night.

Meanwhile, a woman in black appeared in a house on the top of the mountain, with a crow hanging on her shoulders.

The old woman stood in front of the window and turned her back, "I'm back, crow."

Tang Ya bent down and saluted, "Yes."

The old woman said softly: "He is back, too."

"Here I'm back."

"What are his plans?"

"What are your plans yet, but before returning to Tang Sect, he said this to me."

"What's the matter?"

"When he returns to the Tang Sect, there will be no Juxi Hall in the world."

Tang Zangtian walked to the Blue and White Palace.

This is a building in the center of Tangmen, adjacent to Guiying Pavilion. However, unlike the gloomyness of Guiying Pavilion, the elegance of this building exudes is consistent.

This is the place where the top leaders of the Tangmen decide on major matters.

What kind of person will be waiting for him here?

Tang Zangtian pushed the door open with questions, but when he saw the person standing in the center of the palace, he opened his eyes in horror.

What was waiting for him was a person who had been dead for many years!

"Old Master Tang!"
Chapter completed!