Martial Sage

The noisy discussion stopped again, and everyone was a little surprised.

A pair of eyes looked at the sitting old man.

Yu Yu was originally a genius who never came out of the public in a hundred years. He was also a capable man who carried the banner of family honor and disgrace. He was highly respected in the entire family.

If it is said that the whole Tang Dynasty, Tang Wang said Nine Cauldrons, it is not to be violated. In this group of public losers, the words of public losers are like this imperial decree.

Meng Yuqi's originally joyful face was suffocated for an instant, never expected that grandpa would make such a decision.

After a moment of dazedness, Meng Yuqi stepped forward, took the arm of the Gonglu Qu, and shook it back and forth, persuading him with a touch of coquetry.

"Grandpa! Since Tang Hao has already opened the box as you agreed earlier, we should keep our promise and realize our plan of revitalizing the family as soon as possible."

"Why at this moment, let's... let's go back and forth?"

Gong Yu Qu's rough big hand patted the back of the delicate hand, raised his head and glanced at the same puzzled people, his tone was flat.

"The ancestors have a family rule that the public loser should not be involved with the noble family, but they are afraid that they will be burned again and the entire public loser will be implicated."

"At the root of it, the reason why the ancestors were good at making artifacts was simply their desire for the war to die out as soon as possible and the people to live and work in peace and contentment."

"Three years ago, God gave instructions to the public losers, which made the old man firmly believe in the idea of ​​benefiting the people of Datang."

The old man stood up slowly holding the wooden table, and walked slowly along the house with the support of Meng Yuqi.

"The old man is responsible for the rise and fall of the family, and the life of the clan on his shoulders. Every step he takes is trembling, like walking on thin ice."

"This choice is a bet on the safety of the entire tribe, do you understand?"

The whole house was quiet, and everyone gradually became serious and lost in thought.

What Li said was not alarmist or exaggerated.

Throughout the dynasties, talents are too outstanding, and those who are sharp and sharp will end up miserably.

The Mausoleum of the First Emperor's Ten Thousand Mu is a mystery of the ages, and it is said that all the skilled craftsmen in it are buried.

Another example is Han Xin, an immortal soldier of a generation, who is a warrior of ghosts, who uses soldiers like gods, but he is framed by others, and he is hammered to death amidst chaotic sticks.

The sly rabbits cook, the birds do their best to hide.

The artisan talents of the Gongzu clan are second to none, but who can guarantee that they will not follow in the footsteps of these famous historical figures?

There was a lot of silence inside and outside the house, mentioning life and death, invisibly, a depressed breath lingered in everyone's heart.

The public transport clan hid for several generations, and must not bear the fate of annihilation in your own generation.

Everyone understands the truth, and Meng Yuqi gradually calmed down from the previously blind joy.

"But... Grandpa, Tang Hao has already gone to Yangzhou and went to the agreement of our clan."

"If it is God's will, and let's avoid seeing it, wouldn't it be a missed opportunity?"

These words are very pertinent, and it is also the current reality.

The crowd around the door glanced at each other and began to whisper.

"That girl Yu Qi said, it would be a shame if we were so negligent if it was God's will."

"Yes! How many times has the powerful Tang Dynasty been in these hundreds of years? How many times can the heavens give us instructions?"

"Hey~ If we miss it, I'm afraid that in our life, we won't see the time when the name of the public losers will go down in history and the glory of the ancestor."

The noisy sound gradually arose, and the door commotion rose again.

Listening to the words in his ear, Li Yu was also a little unwilling.

When I was young, I was already working with artisans to show off. When he was young, he made a lot of inventions and creations to earn a lot of fame among the public losers. But alone in old age, there is no glorious achievement.

It would be a bit regretful if he slept in Jiuquan forever like this.

Yu Yu frowned and walked slowly in the house, but his heart was like a hot pot ant, extremely anxious.

At the beginning, I focused on searching for the chosen person, but I never thought that this person has nothing to do with the public loser, and has no trace of origin.

But it was precisely such a person who had never been in contact with craftsmen, who broke the two secret locks that were not passed down by the public losers!

Now this person has gone to the appointment, but it is the turn of the public losers to hesitate!

Gong Yu Qu took a long sigh, stopped abruptly, and said under the gaze of countless eyes.

"This time the lock box was cracked, and no public losers were present."

"Why wait for Tang Hao to arrive in Yangzhou, and then dispatch disciples to test him."

The old man paused for a moment and added.

"If he can really pass our test, I guess you won't have any more objections."

This approach may be the most stupid approach, but it seems to be the only approach at present.

The surrounding people nodded secretly, and the joy just now was diminished a lot.

A touch of sadness flashed in Meng Yuqi's eyes, like the loss of drawing water from a bamboo basket, and the reluctance of quicksand between his fingers.

But at this moment, she clearly knew that even if she knew Tang Hao's personality, this was not the time to be emotional.

Raising his head slightly, Meng Yuqi murmured softly while looking at the scorching sky.

"Prince Tang...the chosen one...is that you?"

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