Who is the heretic?

Tang Rufeng was very depressed. He had a rich family background and good upbringing. He often presented himself as a handsome gentleman, but that didn't mean he didn't have a temper. A

person without a temper couldn't survive in the Tang Sect, not to mention that he was chosen as the young master at the age of ten. People who knew him knew that his temper was notorious in the circle.

"I have tolerated you for a long time, do you know that, Brother Zhao?"

Tang Rufeng's voice was very calm, and his mood was also very calm, but he was really angry.

Zhao Yulin always had that expressionless dead face, two delicate eyebrows drooping, across the silence of life and death: "I know, but it's a pity that you can only endure it all the time, because you can't do anything to me."

"A person with outstanding martial arts skills is not necessarily invincible." Tang Rufeng said, and his voice, which originally sounded very comfortable, added a bit of coldness, like the wind blowing the fallen leaves in autumn: "You haven't reached the state of no desire and no desire."

Zhao Yulin whispered: "No desire is strong, and if the mortal nature is not eliminated, it is not considered to be unmoved by the eight winds. There are always some things that can break the state of mind. I admit that I really haven't reached the state you said."

In fact, many people have not reached that state. Even the old monks who meditate in the mountains may not have cut off all karma.

"So why are you so crazy?" Tang Rufeng asked, not because he was dissatisfied, but because he was really curious.

According to his understanding of Zhao Yulin, a person who has experienced a true life-and-death catastrophe should be very mature in mind, and another name for maturity is calmness.

He has never seen even a trace of calmness in Zhao Yulin. From the first meeting outside the gas station to now, the actions of the Sixth Soldier King in his eyes are inseparable from the word "frivolous".

Frivolous, frivolous, and frivolous, a man in his twenties, but he seems to have the mentality of a teenager.

Zhao Yulin did not answer the confusion of the young master of the Tang Sect. He crossed his legs and said, "I roughly know the conditions you want. You wanted those two knives three days ago, and now you should add some price."

Tang Rufeng frowned: "It's easy to appear uneducated if you turn a deaf ear to other people's words."

"That's right, I also want to add some price now." Zhao Yulin said.

Tang Rufeng's brows were still furrowed, neither deeper nor lighter, and he said, "Because you are the heir of Yangdanlu, this reason is not sufficient."

Zhao Yulin said again, "My brother-in-law doesn't want to owe a favor to the Sun family, but he can owe a favor to me. Let me borrow the power of the Tang Clan in Yanjing. I will solve the problem of the store for him tomorrow, and I will be happy to have some free time."

"You know, it's not comfortable to bask in the sun in this season."

"I don't agree." Tang Rufeng said coldly.

After two rounds of talking to Niu Danqin, the young master finally got angry. His demeanor was blown away by the action of frowning, and he seemed very annoyed.

Of course, handsome men tend to be more handsome when they frown.

Zhao Yulin poured himself another cup of milk tea. The teapot has excellent heat preservation performance and it is still warm now. He held the teacup in his palm, looked at the handsome face, and said, "I don't think you should refuse."

"You should believe that I have the right to refuse because of my status." Tang Rufeng looked cold.

"This deal is very cost-effective, you won't refuse." Zhao Yulin seemed a little stubborn, but his mood was extremely calm. He didn't seem to be negotiating, but rather giving instructions.

But it happened that what irritated Tang Rufeng was his self-righteous attitude.

"I'm sorry, I'm just a mortal with seven emotions and six desires. I can't always focus on the benefits and make myself uncomfortable. Sometimes I need to take care of my mood."

The young master's reason was perfect and reasonable.

It was just not acceptable to some unreasonable people.

And it just so happened that Zhao Yulin was a typical unreasonable ruffian who had been domineering since he was a child. Anyone who couldn't beat him would be bullied.

"I don't care about your mood." He said calmly.

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Twenty minutes later.

The room was empty, and only the young master of the Tang Sect was left at the tea table. The famous Sixth Soldier King yawned and went back to his room to sleep.

The verbal battle ended, and the two young men who symbolized the two forces also let the dust settle on the negotiation of alliance or hostility.

Tang Rufeng finally agreed to Zhao Yulin's request.

Of course, there was no threat in the process. Zhao Yulin never liked to use coercion to get things done. Just like he said when he left Mao County, even if the two sides were willing, they might turn against each other. How could a forced sale be safe and secure?

Tang Rufeng nodded by himself. There was no knife on his neck, but he had two knives in his hands. Murasame Muramasa was his initial asking price. After the negotiation, Zhao Yulin gave the two Fuso Demon Swords to him, and of course he didn't charge for it.

The value of the famous swords is indeed high, and even cannot be measured by money, but they are now in China, not in their ancestral homeland. In the eyes of the Chinese, these two swords have no special meaning. They are just two very sharp collectibles.

Since it is a collection, there is no such thing as a priceless treasure. As long as you have enough money, you can always afford it.

For the huge Tang Sect, two swords are nothing, and it is even more impossible to exchange for the friendship of the entire Tang Sect, but it can become a bond between the Tang Family and the Sun Family.

This is the real meaning.

"The swords of the chief mercenary king and the chief assassin king have both fallen into the hands of Tianluo. This answer is enough to shut up the old man in the Xuanshufang who is afraid of trouble."

Tang Rufeng stroked the two exquisitely crafted ancient weapons on his knees, his eyes deep, revealing wise calculations.

On the tea table in front of him, there was a fruit brand tablet computer, which was conducting a long-distance video call.

The person in the tablet computer looked like a middle-aged man, wearing black clothes and black hair, with sword-like eyebrows and tiger eyes. He had a strong aura of a superior, and he was intimidating without being angry: "Feng'er, the current situation of the Sun family is still unclear . Have you really thought it through?"

Tang Rufeng said, "Do you think I am such a rash person to place a bet without thinking it through?"

He had already placed a bet, and the two knives lying on his knees were the best explanation.

"The current situation is chaotic. How long can the Tang family keep itself safe? I know better than me that it will come to an end sooner or later."

The middle-aged man in the video said, "Since you have decided to leave, your father naturally believes in your choice. But before you went to Yanjing, you hesitated for so long and refused to enter. Why are you so decisive today?"

Tang Rufeng still looked at the knife in his arms, his eyes wandering, and he said lightly: "The Sun family has official power as a backing, and the anti-Sun faction's trump card is unknown, and it is also not to be underestimated. The victory or defeat is hard to predict."

"But I met the person who gave me these two knives. With him, the Sun family dare not say that they will definitely win, but at least they can't lose."

The middle-aged man pondered for a long time and asked, "Is it Tianlan?"

Tang Rufeng nodded and said, "It is Tianlan, but after I came to Yanjing with him, I found that he has another identity." He raised his head and looked at the screen seriously, "Godfather, the Sixth Soldier King is Feng Duanyun's apprentice."

The man in the video did not speak for a long time, and silence replaced the pondering.

Pondering means thinking, but silence means that thinking is interrupted by some emotion.

After two quarters of an hour, he finally spoke, his voice sounding a little heavy: "Feng'er, your father understands your filial piety, but what happened back then is over, why do you still have to be angry with Yangdanlu?"

Tang Rufeng blinked and said: "There is no reason for the Tang Sect, which is so big, to be unable to raise its head in front of a declining sect."

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Zhou Yidian soaked in the medicine soup last night until his whole body became limp, and the medicine was not wasted at all. He was then forcibly dragged into the yard by Zhao Yulin, and ran more than 20 laps naked. He went back to the house to sleep at four in the morning, and was really exhausted.

However, the effect was significant. Although he got up after only sleeping for four hours, it did not affect his spring face this morning at all, and the whole person seemed to have regained vitality.

The symptoms of severe heatstroke have completely disappeared.

"Brother-in-law, I feel like I have endless energy now!"

After breakfast, he pulled Zhao Yulin out again, his fighting spirit was extremely high.

Yesterday, he basically went around half of Yanjing Center. Today, Zhou Yi planned to go around the Third Ring Road at 1:00. In comparison, there are more opportunities, and the location is not much different.

Zhao Yulin's face was full of fatigue. He didn't have a medicinal bath to soak last night, and he also served as a sparring partner for his brother-in-law. In fact, he was the one who suffered the most.

Those who have tried to fall asleep but can't wake up know that it is much more uncomfortable than staying up all night, so Zhao Yulin really wants to catch up on some sleep.

It's okay when your life is on the line on the battlefield, but he is not very willing to endure this in such a peaceful day.

"When I was a kid, I read a book of fables. There was a story in it called Sharpening the Knife is the Best Way to Chop Wood. I think we should go back to sleep after breakfast to conserve our energy and go out after lunch."

Zhou Yidian was unhappy and instantly turned into a tearful face: "Brother-in-law, time waits for no one. You are a martial arts master. If I can endure it, why can't you?"

Zhao Yulin cursed in his heart: Why don't you try soaking in medicine? You can't stand talking without back pain!

"Oh, let's go!"

Zhou Yidian saw that he was hesitant, so he grabbed him and used the tricks he used on his sister before on the man who took his sister away.

Zhou Caifeng felt distressed, and stepped forward to stop him: "Zhou Yidian! Look at your brother-in-law, he has been so tired, why don't you let him have a good sleep!"

Zhou Yidian, who had never been yelled at by his sister in his life, was stunned for a moment. Looking at Zhao Yulin, he looked listless and seemed to be really sleepy, so he had to let go of his hand helplessly.

Zhao Yulin rubbed his eyes, said nothing, and led Zhou Caifeng out of the door. After a while, Zhou Caifeng came back alone, with an extremely unnatural expression, looking left and right with panic in his eyes, and a hint of pink on his ears.

Zhao Yulin drove the Buick from yesterday, rushed to the far door of the villa, and shouted to Zhou Yidian: "Go, get out!"

His voice was loud, concise and powerful.

He was completely different from his previous sleepy look, and his condition was simply too good. Zhou Yidian felt that he was more energetic than a mental patient.

"Brother-in-law, have you taken the medicine?"

Zhou Yidian was stunned and ran to the car. Looking at Zhao Yulin who had been reborn in front of him, he couldn't understand it at all.

Zhao Yulin started the car and drove along the road to the outside of Zhuxi Garden. Hearing what his brother-in-law said, he thought for a moment and came up with a more literary explanation: "The power of love."

Zhou Yidian stared at the spring-like smile on his face, his eyes rolled a few times, and suddenly burst into an exclamation: "Oh my God!"

"You actually slept with my sister!?"

"You were so fast!?"