Way of Choices

(Yesterday, I wrote the second prince of the Tang family as the second prince of the Xue family... Recently, my physical and mental strength have indeed reached a certain level. I tried to modify it, but because it is a new version of the author’s area, I don’t use it very much, so I don’t know if the modification was successful, or that sentence. Recently, my physical strength and brainpower...well, I just confirmed it and the modification was successful.)

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Wang Po understood.

They want to kill Zhou Tong.

The other party wants to kill him and Chen Changsheng.

The choice of the Tang family in Wenshui was based on different attitudes towards him and Chen Changsheng, and there were deviations.

But he still has two things he didn't want to understand.

If the Tang family is regarded as a pure businessman, and everything is prioritized, then why should the Tang family want Chen Chang to live and die?

Everyone knows that Chen Changsheng and Tang Tang are intertwined. If he can succeed the pope, it will be of great benefit to the Tang family.

"Bai Dicheng also disagrees with Chen Changsheng's succession to the Pope, which is also a problem that many people do not understand."

The second prince of the Tang family said: "That is because Baidi City has a better choice. For my Tang family, Chen Changsheng is the best choice, but for me, it is the worst choice."

It was Tang Tang who had a good relationship with Chen Changsheng, not the Wenshui Tang family, nor his second Tang family.

Wang Po said: "If so, why would the old lady listen to you?"

The second grandfather of the Tang family said, "You know, the oldest man dislikes the Queen Mother most, and what Chen Changsheng does does makes the old man very unhappy."

At this moment, a clear sword sounded in the snow at the end of the street, and then a sword light came on.

Chen Changsheng's figure was looming in the snow.

With a muffled hum, a **** smell penetrated the snow and came here.

The battle over there had already begun, and Wang Po's iron knife was still on the table, unmoved.

His eyes retreated from a distance, and fell on the iron knife covered by snow, saying, "Can't wait for more than ten days?"

The entire continent knows that the Pope’s illness has become more and more serious, and the autumn will be turned into winter and snow at will.

In the courts of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Baidi City, and the Tangs of Wenshui, even if they wanted to win the position of the Pope, why can't they wait another ten days?

"His Majesty the Pope is a saint. When he dies, there will be a thunder, and there must be arrangements."

The second grandfather of the Tang family said: "What we have to do is to disrupt his arrangements and use the simplest methods to solve the most complicated things in the future."

Even if His Majesty returns to Xinghai, he knows his arrangements around the world, who dares to oppose his will?

Once the national religion has become a city, it is difficult to drive Chen Changsheng out of the palace, even if he is as strong as a business boat or as a Tang family in Wenshui.

Killing Chen Changsheng ahead of time is definitely much simpler than waiting for him to take the position of the Pope.

From this point of view, this is the most correct solution, but no one will think of this before this solution appears.

No one would have thought that just before His Majesty the Pope was about to leave the world, the Shangzhou Zhou not only did not have the patience to wait, but he wanted to do it before he left the world...

"Whose decision is this?" Wang Po asked, looking at the second Tang family.

The second grandfather Tang family said with a smile: "Nature is Dao Zun's decision. I just provided my wisdom at the right time."

Wang Po looked into his eyes and said: "After many years, you still like to play these methods."

"Yes, because I'm only good at this." The second Tang family smiled and said indifferently.

Many years ago, Zhuang Zhihuan, the dean of the current Taoist Academy, met him in Wenshui.

From then to now, Zhuang Zhihuan has always marveled at his spiritual talents, and even more amazed that he would be so wasteful of his spiritual talents.

In the whole world, only the old lady of the Tang family probably understood why he didn't care about his precious talent for spiritual practice, and abandoned it like a rut.

No matter how high his talent for spiritual practice is, he is no higher than Wang Po. No matter how diligently he practices, he cannot exceed Wang Po.

Many years ago, he realized this unwillingly but desperately.

Therefore, the once-promising second prince of the Tang family became a dude who bullied a man and a woman in Wenshui City, and became gradually unknown.

No one knows, he just gave up the monasticism. He has been working quietly in other areas. He knows that only then can he defeat Wang Po.

Such as wisdom, such as strategy, ruthless setup and judgment and use of people's hearts.

"When it comes to fighting, I may not be able to reach you in my life."

"But when it comes to other things, you don't deserve your shoes."

"I know best, what everyone cares about, what they want, what can't be overcome the threshold, where is the shadow that can't be seen."

"All people in the world say that your Wang Po's sword is straight, selling the name and selling the straight, the thing you care most about is the name."

"Today, I will press your knife with the name you want. What can you do?"

The second Tang family looked at Wang Po and laughed.

As usual, he opened his mouth without any sound.

Every previous sentence that came out of his mouth was a mockery and ridicule of Wang Po.

Wang Po looked at his face, the desire or impulse became stronger and stronger.

But what can he do?

He is not a man who sells his name.

But grace is as heavy as a mountain.

This mountain is so depressed, can he cut it with a knife?

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The shepherd walked outside the hall and looked up to the sky.

The sky is falling and snow is coming from the cloud. No matter what other people think, snow and cloud are sheep in her eyes, with white and soft hair.

As far as her eyes are concerned, the snow drifts and the stratus cloud gradually moves, like a herd of sheep.

Looking at this scene, Mao Qiuyu's expression became very solemn, his sleeves moved without a wind.

She withdrew her eyes and looked somewhere beside the temple, showing a slight cold smile, and asked, "Is my young girl here punished by you?"

In addition to the queen of the demon clan, she also has the status of a big princess in Western China, and her younger sister is the former state education giant-Mu Jiu poetry.

At that time, Shangxing Zhou wanted to expel Chen Changsheng from the foreign religion and promote the pastoral poetry to become the heir to the pope. Of course, it has a great relationship with her.

Hearing this sentence, Mao Qiuyu's expression became calm, and his sleeves flicked.

The wind rolled up the snow in front of the temple, swayed around, and covered the shadows among the temples, revealing several figures.

Baishi Taoist.

King of Linghai.

Eucalyptus.

Siyuan Daoren.

The five giants with the strongest national education strength were all present.

And here is the divorce.

Even if she is a saint, she is not necessarily invincible.

Not to mention, although His Majesty the Pope is seriously ill, he is still the Pope.

Mao Qiuyu looked at her and asked in a deep voice: "Ma'am, do you really want to be an enemy of our religion?"

"Different from Yin's opinion, is it an enemy of the state religion?" She said calmly: "Can't a merchant represent the state religion?"

The expressions of Mao Qiuyu and the King of Linghai remain unchanged, but Dao Xin has been cold.

They know that if it is not properly handled today, the state religion will most likely welcome the biggest civil war from the Saints to the South.

The Shangxing Zhou is also the orthodox heir of the National Church and the brother of His Majesty the Pope. He lived in the Palace away from the millennium ago.

In a sense, after the Pope's death, he is the one who can best represent the state religion.

The meaning of Mrs. Mu's sentence is very clear.

A sudden snow storm from the palace.

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The wind and snow in the palace suddenly became violent.

The west wind was rolling with broken snow, slamming against the door on the side of the hall.

The door of the house was pushed open, but the wind and snow could not enter, because the business boat came out from inside.

In order to conquer the Tianji Pavilion and to help His Majesty stabilize the game in the shortest time, he stayed in this room for many days.

Today, he came out.

He is ready to leave the palace.

He is going to leave the palace.

More than ten elite Taoists from the realm came from the snow and followed behind him.

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