The Summer Palace is wrapped in silver and is particularly enchanting.
The only royal garden among the four famous gardens, it more or less imitates the scenery of the West Lake in Hangzhou, and has the elegance of the south of the Yangtze River. It also tries its best to highlight the grandeur of the imperial palace. In the eyes of Tang Zhan, who was walking in the snow on the Seventeen-hole Bridge, this was really neither fish nor fowl.
, there are countless flaws.
"Second brother, is the man named Yang really so powerful?" Tang Rui, who was in a hurry to return to Beijing, asked in disbelief. He never thought that Yang Chen could draw with his second brother.
The first person in Chinese martial arts.
This is definitely not the second brother's boasting.
In ten years, the second brother, who is almost as talented as a demon and obsessed with martial arts, has defeated all the masters in the world, including his mentor who has extraordinary cultivation and has become a saint. He has been transferred to Chixiao to take charge of the Tang Sect.
Tang Rui couldn't accept that Yang Chen, who was nearly ten years younger than his second brother, was so defiant.
"Being able to take on my shocking sword is enough to show his strength. What's more, the forces behind him are intertwined. Those in Zhongnanhai should treat him with courtesy and avoid provoking him as little as possible." Tang Zhan told Tang Rui with an expressionless face.
Tang Rui smiled bitterly, thought for a while, and couldn't help but argue: "Second brother, our Tang family is not a soft persimmon, and you have been in charge of the Tang family that has been passed down for thousands of years, how can you increase the ambition of others and destroy your own prestige."
Tang Zhan shook his head, stood on the bridge railing with his hands behind his back, and said: "You don't know how difficult it is for three generations of our family to get to where we are today? If you want to go a long way, you must be cautious and avoid making strong enemies. In the past two years,
Zhang Xi covers the sky with one hand. Now, the tree has fallen and the hozen has scattered. No matter how strong you are, you should still be in awe. As for the Tang Sect... what you protect is the Chinese martial arts, not a tool for me to pursue my own selfish interests."
Tangmen, Tang family.
There is one word difference between the two.
The only connection is Tang Zhan, other than that there is no other connection.
The Tang Clan was an organization established thousands of years ago by a group of martial arts masters who were unwilling to accept the collapse of the Tang Empire. Their mission was to restore the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty and protect China from decline, and it has been passed down to this day.
"Second brother...I..." Tang Rui still wanted to say.
Tang Zhan turned his face, stared at Tang Rui, and said calmly: "You are the hope of the future of the Tang family. How can I feel relieved if you can't even understand this?"
Tang Rui was speechless.
The ancients said that the eldest brother is like the father, but among the four brothers, Tang Zhan, the second eldest, is the most prestigious. The eldest, third and fourth brothers all serve Tang Zhan.
"You called to apologize to Wang Xiaofei earlier, but you didn't do enough. You must admit your mistake with sincerity. Wang Xiaofei has a bright future, and there is no harm in making friends with your heart. The rise and fall of the Tang family depends on you, not me. The day I stepped into the Tang Sect, my life was destined.
We can no longer compete for fame and fortune for our family, worldly affairs are all complicated, and I don’t want to get involved too much and disturb the Qingxiu spirit, so I’ll just say this.” Tang Zhan said with serious intentions, patting his younger brother’s shoulder.
Tang Rui nodded and sighed in his heart.
The second brother is obsessed with pursuing his dream, which is the biggest loss to the Tang family.
"Why don't you go home and take a look?" Tang Rui asked tentatively.
"I won't come back..." After Tang Zhan said that, he waved his hand freely and uninhibitedly, signaling Tang Rui to leave on his own, and then walked across the stone bridge alone in the wind and snow, his thin green shirt fluttering, and his shoulder-length hair flying.
Like mortals who eat the fireworks of the world, the snowflakes in the sky never fall on them.
"Second brother, take care." Tang Rui murmured reluctantly, turned around slowly, took three steps and looked back, until his elegant and fairy-like figure disappeared into the wind and snow.
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No. 18 Beichizi Street is easy to find. Dong Chang, the manager of the billiards club, parked his car on the side of the road, opened the door and got out of the car, and looked at the grand courtyard door. He was amazed and his heart was raised in his throat, wondering who lived in this place.
Is it okay for an ordinary dignitary to come to your door and ask for money?
"Brother understand, what do you think we should do?" the accompanying young man asked timidly. He volunteered and was impassioned before coming, but gave up when the situation came to an end.
"Now that you're here, let's be safe. I'll ring the doorbell." Dong Chang made up his mind and walked towards the door. The small door on the right opened with a creak, and the housekeeper Zhao Si came out, which made Dong Chang tremble uncontrollably.
"Are you here to withdraw money?" Zhao Si asked with a smile.
"Yes, yes." Dong Chang nodded hurriedly, his heartstrings tense.
"Please come in with me." Zhao Si made an invitation gesture and led the way. Dong Chang, who followed behind, was full of emotions. As the saying goes, the prime minister's family is a seventh-rank official. People who live in this courtyard, regardless of whether they are gardeners or nannies,
Everyone has the capital to despise him, but they treat him with courtesy, which is commendable and touching.
One hundred thousand.
The amount of compensation listed by Dong Chang.
In fact, the amount of re-laying the floor and replacing two standard snooker tables, plus the delay in doing business, was definitely more than this amount. Zhao Si took out ten stacks of cash wrapped in black plastic bags, a total of 100,000.
Dong Qichang kept saying words of gratitude before taking it. When Zhao Si sent him out of the front room, more than twenty imposing men in black poured into the courtyard gate.
"Don't be afraid, this is our Young Master Yang's retinue." Zhao Si comforted the frightened Dong Chang, personally walked him to the door, and waved goodbye.
Dong Chang got into the Magotan sedan he had just bought. He paused for a long time and admired sincerely: "Significant wealthy and noble people are just different."
"Brother Dong, you came out so quickly and didn't have any money?" The young man accompanying him pointed uneasily at the tightly wrapped cash in Dong Chang's hand.
"If you order whatever you want, it's absolutely fine if people want to pay. If you don't want to pay, if we don't pay a penny, there's no point in cheating?" Dong Chang reminded the young people with one sentence.
Siheyuan backyard.
Long San quickly walked into Yang Chen's suite and reported the latest news from Japan.
Yang Chen, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, listened to Long San's words and said with a cold smile: "I originally wanted to be accommodating, but now it seems that it is not necessary. Let's mobilize people and kill them all before they take action."
"Yes!" Long San nodded excitedly. After enduring for so many years, he finally waited for a devastating blow to the barely surviving Hades Shrine.
What a pity.
Yang Chen sighed secretly in his heart.
Hades Shrine has many talents, and the original plan was to force them to surrender and take them for his own use, but little Japan always refused to shed tears without seeing the coffin, and actually prepared to retaliate against his relatives, lovers, and friends, forcing him to give in.
Late at night three days later, hundreds of men in black quietly surrounded the Hades Shrine nestled in the mountains and rivers on the western outskirts of Kyoto, Japan, and forced their way in.
In the third courtyard of the shrine, in the small square in front of the four-story majestic pavilion, more than a hundred dead warriors wearing black samurai uniforms and wearing wooden clogs were lined up neatly, with white cloth strips printed with the red sun on their heads, solemnly holding farewell wine and drinking it.
With this bowl of wine, they went to neighboring countries to perform dangerous tasks related to the survival of the shrine.
The five people standing at the forefront of the phalanx are the only remaining masters on the divine list other than the chief priest of the shrine, Ryuichi Akutagawa, Takumi Abe, Tatsuno Matsushita, Ryota Hoshino, and Rikuto Watanabe.
"Fight for Hades!"
The five people shouted in unison and drank the farewell wine. More than a hundred people behind them followed suit with great courage. At this moment, the closed courtyard door suddenly collapsed and several corpses rolled in, which was shocking.
