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Chapter 343 Hello, may I come in? (Seeking monthly votes!)

Inside Tangjiabao.

In an elegant courtyard filled with peach blossoms, a woman in palace attire with white hair stood by the window, holding a bamboo flute in her hand. She gently moved her fingers and played a tune, the melodious sound of the flute captivating the ear.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and the sound of her flute changed, becoming low and melodious, sobbing and lamenting, as if expressing her innermost feelings.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, the sound of the flute rose and became passionate.

The woman's face grew increasingly sorrowful and vicious, her once beautiful features becoming distorted. It felt as if a venomous snake was biting her heart, and her anger burned ever brighter. The sound of her flute rose higher and higher, like an angry arrow shooting into the sky.

With a rustling sound, nearby birds fell to the ground, and leaves fluttered down, stirred by the sound of the flute.

Snapped!
The sound of the flute faded away, and the bamboo tube split in two.

The woman paused, moved the flute aside, and stared blankly at the crack.

This woman looked to be no more than thirty years old, with a face as white as snow and eyes as clear as autumn water; she was truly a beauty of unparalleled grace.

Dressed in palace attire, she looked stunningly beautiful, like a peony in full bloom, facing the sun and withering at sunset, so dazzling that it was hard to look directly at her.

However, from a distance, it still exudes an air of elegance and nobility that is captivating.

Just then, someone approached from afar and bowed respectfully: "Greetings, Madam Tang!"

The woman in palace attire stared blankly at the broken flute for a long time before finally saying indifferently, "Eighteen, did you fail?"

"Yes!" The newcomer's voice was cold and hard. "The Undersea Divine Target is useless against Ren Shaoyang." He paused and said in a hoarse voice, "This person used an internal skill that I have never seen before. His whole body is covered in black evil energy, his body is indestructible, and his destructive power is astonishing."

"Sigh," Grandma Tang sighed, "Eighteen, Twelve, and Twenty-six are all good children, it's just a pity they ran into the 'White-Robed Sword God'."

The "18, 25, 26" here refers to Tang Qigeng, Tang Shi, and Tang De, who died at Ren Shaoyang's hands last night.

They were all second-generation disciples of the Tang Clan, and also the most powerful masters besides the "Five Great Masters of the Tang Clan".

"Grandma, Ren Shaoyang is now approaching Tang Family Fortress, and the 'Five Greats of Tang Clan' are all in Jinling," the man asked. "Please recall them to protect Tang Clan!"

"No!"

Grandma Tang resolutely refused, her tone deep: "Tang Peng and Jun Shang have been lurking in the Power Gang for many years and have become high-ranking members. Now they are poised to strike and achieve their goal in one fell swoop. We must not recall them."

The man seemed anxious: "But Ren Shaoyang..."

Grandma Tang remained calm and said indifferently, "Compassion, do you think I'm really old?"

The man, named Tang Cibei, ranked sixteenth, immediately knelt down and said in a trembling voice, "Cibei dares not!"

Grandma Tang sneered, "If he dares to come, let him taste the power of the 'Six Senses of the Tang Clan'!"

"Unless the sky collapses and the earth crumbles, the Tang Clan is destroyed, the seventy-two disciples of the Sage reappear, the madman Yan's unparalleled palm power is unleashed, and someone is willing to die for your resurrection, only then can you break through this formation!"

Tang Cibei was overjoyed and said, "Have my six uncles already emerged from seclusion?"

Grandma Tang nodded: "He's out, he's playing chess with Ya Yu." She paused, then said expressionlessly, "He's playing chess with Ya Yu."

Tang Cibei paused, not daring to reply.

The "Ya Yu" that Mrs. Tang mentioned was her husband.

Although he was not a member of the Tang Clan, his background was extremely astonishing. His hidden weapons and mechanisms were unparalleled in the contemporary era, and no one in the Tang Clan dared to disobey or disrespect him.

However, this person was too upright and cold, and had long disagreed with the ambitious Old Mrs. Tang, so the Tang family dared not talk about him in front of her.

"By the way, where's Tang Fang?"

Tang Cibei lowered his head and said, "Miss, go, go to the Xiao family in Huanhua to find Tang Da."

"Nonsense!" Old Madam Tang's phoenix eyes flashed. "Xiao Qiushui has already become the de facto 'successor of the Sword God' by receiving the sword from Ren Shaoyang. She is irreconcilably opposed to the Tang Clan. How dare she go over at this critical juncture!"

"Tang Da is stupid, is she my daughter too?!"

Tang Cibei thought for a moment and finally couldn't help but reply, "Grandma, perhaps the eldest daughter's personality is more influenced by her father?"

Ok? !

Old Mrs. Tang suddenly looked up and stared at Tang Cibei.

Tang Cibei was so frightened by that piercing gaze that he quickly lowered his head.

"Hmph!" Old Mrs. Tang snorted coldly. "Although I'm very angry, upon further reflection, what you said makes sense. I'll let you off this time!"

"Thank you for your kindness, madam."

"Speak less next time."

"Yes."

Grandma Tang paused for a moment, then asked, "Where did Ren Hongxiu and Li Ding'an go?"

Tang Cibei's expression was strange as he said, "Grandma, these two cannot be judged by ordinary standards!"

Grandma Tang frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

"They were wandering around Guilin." Tang Cibei said, both amused and exasperated. "Ren Hongxiu had a 'Heroes of the World' token hanging around her neck. She would grab anyone she met and shout, 'The token is with me! You bastards from the Power Gang, come find me!' She caused quite a commotion."

Grandma Tang opened her mouth, but hesitated, unsure how to comment on Hongxiu and the other woman.

He could only wave his hand and say calmly, "You may leave."

"Yes!"

Tang Cibei respectfully withdrew.

Grandma Tang quietly walked back into the house, still standing at the window, gazing at the peach blossoms in the courtyard. Her thoughts drifted back to forty years ago.

Back then, she and her mother, "Grandma Tang," hid in Cai You's "Junior Guardian's Mansion."

Just a wall away is Zhuge Shenhou's "Yidiantang".

Forty years ago, the young Mrs. Tang would secretly watch the peach blossoms on the other side of the wall every day, listening to the mournful sound of the flute.

For some reason, upon hearing the sound of the flute, she felt a strange emotion, as if it were somewhat familiar, and she couldn't help but search for it. So she wondered if she should cross that wall.

Until one day, she finally mustered up the courage to climb over the courtyard wall.

Finally, I saw the boy in the wheelchair.

She felt as if she was seeing not a person, but a kind of aura.

A cold, aloof, lonely, and desolate temperament, even more so than that of a living, breathing person.

This is a lonely and helpless person, yet extremely self-confident and arrogant.

A disabled teenager.

He had just begun to gain fame at that time; his name was Sheng Yayu, and his nickname was "Ruthless".

He is Zhuge Liang's most relied-upon assistant and the leader of the Four Great Constables.

He was also her later husband.

But romance and fleeting moments could not ultimately mask the fact that the two were drifting further and further apart.

Old Mrs. Tang is ambitious and wants to unify the martial arts world.

Ruthless, on the other hand, is upright and incorruptible, and cold and hard.

The conflict between the two became increasingly irreconcilable until Wuqing moved out of the courtyard and lived alone in the dungeon.

Just like forty years ago, the couple remained separated by a wall, as if a cycle had come full circle.

"Ya Yu, for the rest of our lives, we will never see each other again." Old Mrs. Tang sighed, "If we die together, it may not be a bad thing."

suddenly.

Tang Cibei ran over frantically, shouting, "Grandma, hurry! Ren Shaoyang is here!"

Ren Shaoyang broke in?
Why didn't I hear a sound at all?
Grandma Tang was taken aback, then composed herself and asked, "What exactly happened?"

Tang Ci cried out in grief, "The Lotus Root Manor three miles away has been destroyed, and all fifty Tang Clan disciples are dead."

Old Mrs. Tang was slightly taken aback and said in surprise, "Merciful one, your son Tang Cuicui is also at Lotus Root Manor."

Tang Cibei wept and said, "Grandma, my son, my son is dead and his body is torn to pieces!"

"What a cruel heart! What a cruel person!"

Old Mrs. Tang gritted her teeth, then ordered him, "Compassion, activate the mechanism and gather the clansmen to meet the enemy!"

"Women, children, and disabled people inside the gate should enter the passage and be evacuated as soon as possible."

"Prepare the 'Swift Wind' and order the assassins to prepare. We must ensure that Ren Shaoyang never returns!"

"A gust of wind?" Tang Cibei was taken aback. "Is it the poison that even Wei Qingqing couldn't withstand?"

Grandma Tang nodded and said, "Yes." She paused slightly, then suddenly said, "Open the dungeon door, I'll lead him in!"

"Grandma, once this dungeon is opened, the mechanisms will crumble!" Tang Cibei cried out anxiously. "The mechanism to get out is impossible for anyone inside to activate! Even with unparalleled power, no one can break through this hellish pit made of strange iron from the inside."

"You, you're going to perish together with him!"

Grandma Tang smiled slightly: "Just in case. If this person doesn't die, the Tang Clan can never dominate the world!"

"Can"

Before Tang Cibei could finish speaking, a loud crash was heard in the front yard, sounding like a house collapsing. The entire backyard trembled.

Peach blossoms drifted down, petals falling like snowflakes, a vibrant tapestry of crimson and white.

It floated past the two of them.

Grandma Tang and Tang Cibei felt a chill run down their spines, thinking, "They're here!"

Just then, a flurry of footsteps sounded, and a large number of Tang family disciples rushed into the courtyard, surrounding Old Madam Tang in the center.

Looking at the peach blossoms trampled into a mess of red mud, Grandma Tang couldn't help but sigh, "What a splendid sight."

Just then, the sound of footsteps came from behind, slow and leisurely, as if one were strolling through a garden.

"coming!"

"he came!"

"Be careful!"

Everyone in the Tang Clan fell silent, their hearts pounding in their throats.

Just then, the footsteps stopped at the moon gate, paused, and seemed to be preparing for something.

"Clap clap~"

The person actually knocked on the door!
Then a clear and pleasant voice came: "Hello." He seemed a little embarrassed, "May I come in?"

(End of this chapter)