Chapter 240 Fishing in Troubled Waters (Please Vote for Me)

"Dad, I'm back..."

Yang Tiansheng strode into his study room, threw his butt loosely into the Taishi chair, leaned against the back of the chair and muttered: "I'm so exhausted... Ah Fu, make me a bowl of tea."

After writing the desk, Yang Yinghao, who was wearing a round-collar casual dress, put down the calligraphy brush in his hand, picked up the tea bowl next to him and asked curiously: "Why are you back so soon? Didn't you see Erlang?"

"See you."

Yang Tiansheng raised his head and said feebly: "But I haven't even stayed here for two days, and the leader has urgently summoned me to come back to fight against the black-hearted old man of the Five Poison Sect... Don't you know this?"

Yang Yinghao's face was a little gloomy, he put the tea bowl heavily on the desk, and said in a cold voice with dissatisfaction: "The leader is getting more and more excessive!"

Yang Tiansheng curled his lips and made a sound without adding salt to his old father's wounds.

Yang Yinghao glanced at him: "Have you asked me clearly? That day at Guangmingding, Erlang helped you?"

"Who else could it be but him?"

Yang Tiansheng laughed and said: "He still refuses to admit it, but how smart is your son? He deceived him in just a few words!"

"It turns out to be really him..."

Yang Yinghao clicked his tongue, feeling filled with emotion.

Previously, he and Yang Tiansheng secretly speculated about the battle at Guangmingding. At that time, they felt that there was no one else but Yang Erlang, but speculation was one thing and confirmation was another.

Thinking that he and Yang Potian were close friends who grew up together, he, Yang Yinghao, treated Yang Potian with all his heart and soul.

But why is the gap between friends so big?

"By the way, Dad, the second brother feels that if our three religions keep making trouble like this, there will be big trouble sooner or later. He wants to be a go-between for us three religions and ask the head of the three religions to find a time to sit down and have a cup of tea together and have a chat. ”

Yang Tiansheng sat up straight, pretending that he suddenly remembered this matter, and said with a smile on his face: "My son is thinking that you have been in the world for many years, and you have many friends and great face. I would like to trouble you to come forward to invite the three teachers on your behalf." As a family... look, can you spare the time?"

Yang Yinghao glanced at him, smiled angrily and scolded: "Don't do this to me, I'm not old enough yet to need you juniors to set up a stage to praise me..."

Yang Tiansheng quickly shook his head and said: "How can you! My son is asking you for help sincerely. Others don't understand your son, don't you? If you want to ask your son to fight with someone, there is no problem at all, but you He said that he wanted his son to hold a tea party...isn't this embarrassing for his son? This matter is Yang Laoer's face, so he doesn't want to trouble others. He calls you uncle and you, the old man, take care of it yourself. "

Yang Yinghao sneered and ignored his son, who was getting more and more clever. He picked up the tea bowl and took a few sips. He suddenly asked: "Erlang has a pure reputation. How could he suddenly think of adultery?" Are you causing trouble for me again?"

"I don't want to trouble him either..."

Yang Tiansheng exclaimed: "Well, what did he say? Since my son has taken the title of Young Master of Mingjiao, he must do what the Young Master should do. If he continues to let the brothers in the church harm the people in the south, all the unjust debts in the future will have to be attributed to his son." "

"He feels that since he persuaded me to stand up and take care of this nonsense, he has no reason to stand on the bank with his hands folded and watch the show, insisting on being a middleman for us three religions."

"I tried to persuade him not to come to this muddy water, but he didn't listen!"

After hearing this, Yang Yinghao drank tea and was silent for a long time without saying a word. After a while, he said with emotion: "Yang Erlang is Yang Erlang. He looks at problems differently from us Jianghu people..."

Yang Tiansheng also nodded regretfully: "The second brother is indeed a good person. It's a pity that he and the younger sister don't get along. It would be great if he could enter our house!"

Yang Yinghao sighed helplessly after hearing this: "The relationship between men and women is indeed not easy to explain... Okay, you should take care of your bad mouth and don't mention Erlang in front of your little sister. She is already a big boy, so don't misunderstand me." It’s her lifelong event.”

"Who mentioned it? Do you really think I'm careless?"

Yang Tian Shengcai refused to take the blame, but in the end he sighed: "But she has seen such amazing and talented people as Lao Er, how can ordinary people catch her eyes? Although this world is big, who else can except me?" Find a second person who can be compared with the second child..."

Yang Yinghao's fists hardened when he heard this: "Do you have anything else to do? If not, get out and don't disturb me in cultivating my mind!"

"Yes, I have!"

Yang Tiansheng hurriedly flattered him: "Aren't I discussing with you my little sister's lifelong affairs? Why are you so anxious..."

A big word "well" appeared on the corner of Yang Yinghao's forehead: "If you have something to say, say it, and if you have something to say, let it go. If you dare to nag again, I will beat you!"

"Yes, yes, who told you to be your father..."

Yang Tiansheng sat up straight and said seriously: "Dad, the sect has been arguing about the recruitment for so long. Not only has there been no result, but there are also signs that the big issue has been reduced to a trivial matter and nothing has been done... These days, the sect leader has been supporting me all over the southeast. You can't see what his plan is, right?"

The anger in Yang Yinghao's eyebrows subsided a little, and he asked thoughtfully: "What do you think?"

Yang Tiansheng pondered for a moment and said: "Dad, who can speak in the church about this matter? Who doesn't have a big family and good food and clothing? I hope these people will give up their power and let the brothers below surrender to the imperial court... until the end of the road is over. , I’m afraid we have to wait until the river flows back!”

"My son thinks that instead of letting these people sit in a high-rise building and talk without pain, it is better to give the opportunity to speak to the brothers below..."

Yang Yinghao looked at his eldest son in shock: "You want to rebel and seize the throne?"

"From what you said, hasn't my son already rebelled and seized the throne?"

Yang Tiansheng said with a "hehehe" smile: "What my son means is that we don't care what those old guys say, we will hand over a team of people to the court first to test the water and make a difference!"

"There are three advantages to doing this:"

"First, let the brothers below see them put down their swords and live a stable life, and suppress the voices of those old guys from the bottom up."

"Secondly, we started to make friends with you. Who else can say that we have evil intentions and can't stand and talk without pain?"

"Thirdly, the court's words are nice, but don't we and I have no idea what is going on? We will send a team of troops over first. If the court turns its back and refuses to recognize anyone, we will also It won’t deceive brothers from other branches... Of course, I think it is extremely unlikely that the court will turn its back on the person. As the saying goes, don’t look at the face of the monk to look at the face of the Buddha. Even if the court doesn’t look at the face of our father and me, it still has to take a look. The second child’s face.”

Yang Yinghao frowned tightly and thought for a long time before he said, "Tell me first which troop you are going to hand over to the imperial court."

Yang Tiansheng: "Of course it's me, Qingmu Hall. I'm the one who advocated this matter. Of course, if you want to make friends, you have to start with me. Besides, most of my brothers in Qingmu Hall followed me and my second brother to kill in Zhoushan." If you are a hero who has surpassed the Japanese pirates, and if you give the court two more courage, they will never dare to attack my brothers in Qingmu Hall..."

"I don't agree with this!"

Before Yang Tiansheng could finish speaking, Yang Yinghao had already interrupted him decisively: "Erlang regards you as his own brother. He always thinks about you, Yang Tiansheng. He is afraid of hurting your face and refuses to say a word even after helping you so much. But you Is there any friend like you who wants to pull off his skin?"

"Furthermore, you, the Heavenly King, are just empty-handed right now. Without Qingmudang running around for you, you will be just an independent person in the sect. You can't even fart without making a sound. Do you still want those sit-down tigers with heavy weapons in their hands to stay behind?" Can I listen to your greeting? I have read so many books, but I have never seen anyone who cut off his arms before accomplishing a great thing. Is it because others praise you Yang Tiansheng, but you don’t know your own surname? What happened?"

Yang Tiansheng: "Dad, don't get angry. If you have anything to say, let's talk slowly..."

Yang Yinghao waved his hand irritably: "I said I don't agree, I don't agree. Qingmu Hall is the biggest asset of our old Yang family. You, a prodigal son, just want to hand over Qingmu Hall to the court with just one sentence? It's easy to talk about other things. There’s no need to talk about this!”

Yang Tiansheng took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and tried to talk to his old father about this matter calmly: "Dad, you are the one who knows best why my son is trying his best to promote the recruitment, but now you are not even willing to surrender. , what kind of faces do we have to persuade the heads of other Tangkou branches to surrender? "

Yang Yinghao had a gloomy face and remained silent.

Yang Tiansheng glanced at his old father and then said: "Dad, times have changed. There is no guarantee that there will be a large number of people... Let's not talk about Yang Laoer for now, but only talk about me. I can fight for the position of the king. Is it because I have enough people in Qingmu Hall? No, it’s because my hands are strong enough! Do you believe that if you give your son two years, he can hang Yang Potian up and beat him?"

Yang Yinghao waved his hand impatiently: "It is possible that your martial arts can catch up with Yang Potian, but can you guarantee that your descendants can also have your talent? I don't ask you to save as much as you can for our old Yang family. Capital, I just ask you not to ruin our old Yang family’s business. Is this too much to ask for?”

Yang Tiansheng: "Dad, if we really think about future generations, then we should not just think about how to leave a share of self-protection for future generations, but we should try our best to create a stable and happy world for future generations!"

"Of course, you have the final say in this family. If you insist on not allowing your son to hand over the brothers of Qingmudang to the court, your son cannot go against your wishes."

"I just ask you to understand my son. You and your mother have given your son a seven-foot body. My son does not want to waste this seven-foot body on fighting for power and profit. My son wants to do more meaningful things in his lifetime. No. I have failed my parents in raising a child, and I have not failed my son to come to this world!"

After saying that, he stood up and solemnly clasped his hands to his old father, turned around, walked away and strode out.

Yang Yinghao sent him out with a struggling expression. It wasn't until Yang Tiansheng stepped out of the study room with one foot that he said in a deep voice: "Come back!"

Yang Tiansheng paused, then immediately turned around and returned to the study. He lowered his eyebrows and bowed his hands to his old father and said, "What other instructions do you have?"

Yang Yinghao stared at him with an unkind expression: "Where do you want to go?"

Yang Tiansheng raised his head and his eyes shone faintly: "Northern Xinjiang, Southern Xinjiang, overseas... Dad, the world is so big, the Mingjiao is just a small pond, or a stagnant pond. I always stay in this small pond and look out, just Like a frog at the bottom of a well, sitting in a well and looking at the sky!"

"Is it your turn to teach me a lesson?"

Yang Yinghao suddenly became furious and waved his hand: "Ganggun, you can do whatever you like, I don't care, I don't care!"

Yang Tiansheng carefully observed his old father's face: "Father, don't you stop your son from handing over Qingmu Hall to the court?"

Yang Yinghao was so angry that the three corpse gods jumped up. He rolled up his sleeves and came out from behind the desk, wanting to give this rebellious son a taste of his father's love.

When Yang Tiansheng saw this, he ran away without hesitation. As he ran, he shouted loudly: "Thank you, Dad..."

Yang Yinghao watched his back with his legs swung out and disappeared. The scowl between his eyebrows slowly dissipated. He turned around and returned to the desk with a sense of loss. He picked up the big pen and murmured to himself in a low voice: "Very humane, very human." Things, extraordinary things turn into extraordinary people... The bamboo shoots out of the forest are taller than their mothers!"

It was also at this time that he realized belatedly that his rebellious son had never changed. He was still the monkey who wanted to live a more meaningful life...

…

Within a few days, word spread in the southern martial arts world that Yang Erlang, the "March of Revealed Saints", would act as a mediator to mediate the fight between the Ming Sect, the White Lotus Sect, and the Five Poison Sect.

People in the southern martial arts world have mixed opinions about this matter.

Some people were overjoyed and ran away with great joy. They looked forward to Yang Erlang's journey south just as they looked forward to the rain after a long drought. They praised Yang Erlang as the best man in the world, and he indeed had the courage and responsibility to be the best in the world.

Some people also think that Yang Erlang is just trying to gain fame and gain fame. Otherwise, why didn't Yang Erlang come earlier and had to wait until the three sects had almost wiped out the southern martial arts world?

Some people believe that Yang Erlang is aiding the emperor. Not only does he not uphold justice for the weak, hoe the strong and help the weak, but he also defends the Three Religions, evil heretics that eat people without spitting out their bones. He is in vain to be the best person in the world...

Yang Tiansheng was right when he said that the current martial arts world in the south is like a puddle of muddy water. No matter who wades into this puddle of muddy water, they will never be clean.

At the right time, Wei Heng, who was in western Hunan and was in charge of the factory guards' encirclement and suppression of the Five Poison God Cult. After receiving Yang Tiansheng's personal letter, he immediately led a group of elites from the West Factory to go northward, passing through Yueyang Lake, diverting to the Yangtze River, and heading to Fengyang along the river.

Unexpectedly, Xichang and his three large ships were intercepted by a small boat as soon as they entered Jiujiang.

After receiving the report from his subordinates, Wei Heng thought of something, and was secretly shocked. He stood up and walked quickly from the cabin to the bow, looking at a awning boat approaching on the foggy river. On the stern of the boat, a man wearing a bamboo hat on his head The figure in black is vaguely visible...

Wei Heng's heart was racing, and he cupped his fists and cupped his hands with a smile on his face: "Liu Xian of the Dongchang of Zajia, may I ask who you are? Why are you blocking my way to the Dongchang?"

"I am Xu Hongru, King of the West of the White Lotus Sect..."

The man on the stern of the boat jumped into the river and hurriedly walked across the water several feet at a time: "I have been ordered to come and take the head of Mr. Wei!"

Wei Heng's expression changed drastically, and without hesitation he grabbed Cao Ying, the second stall keeper who was standing beside him, and said urgently in a low voice: "The person coming is either Yang Potian of the Ming Sect or Yan Shoujin of the Five Poisons Sect. It is most likely Yang. Po Tian... leave quickly!"

After saying that, he flew towards the man on the river, shook his hands and punched twice, shooting out two dragon-shaped energy filled with golden light.

The man on the river was striding forward as if he were walking on flat ground, but it was not clear how he was trying to die. A fiery red energy that seemed like a fire phoenix spreading its wings and soaring into the sky flattened two dragon-shaped energy and crashed into Wei Heng.

Wei Heng was horrified and shouted hoarsely: "The Overlord carries the cauldron!"

The powerful Tiangang Boy Kung Zhenqi surged out, forming a shadow of a giant bronze cauldron outside his body.

"Bang."

The fiery red energy shook the giant bronze cauldron. Wei Heng spurted blood and flew backwards, crashing into the ship behind him. He looked at the man in black who was rushing towards him with splitting eyes, and yelled with all his strength. Said: "You are..."

"Bang."

The man in black collided with Wei Heng, broke through the ship's deck, and smashed into the cabin.