infinite power system

Chapter 103 Letter from Desolation
Tang Feng smiled to himself, the theory of a white horse is not a horse and that of Zeno are both sophistry, but their fallacies are fundamentally different, so it is normal for the little monk Xuanzang to find it hard to get from one to the other.

"His Royal Highness is indeed extraordinary."

Qiu Daoming was really impressed by Tang Feng, and admired from the bottom of his heart.

Tang Feng shook his head and chuckled. These things may be difficult for people in this world, but for him, they are very simple and familiar.

"My lord, I have an unfeeling request. I wonder if you can agree to it." The little monk Xuanzang opened his big eyes and bowed to Tang Feng.

Tang Feng replied: "Little Master, please tell me."

Monk Xuanzang said: "Young master, can you explain to the young monk what is wrong with the statement just now?"

Tang Feng was slightly surprised, Zeno's theory was a fallacy, but it was rare for the little monk to discover it was a fallacy so quickly.

However, he finally smiled and shook his head, not obliged to explain to this barbarian little monk.

Monk Xuanzang curled his lips, looking a little frustrated.

"Little Master, if you really want to know the answer, you can find me in Desolation."

Tang Feng said half-jokingly, he was very curious about the little monk, and wanted to see what would happen to the little monk after seeing the little monkey in Tianxuanmen.

The little monk Xuanzang tilted his head, as if he was seriously thinking about Tang Feng's suggestion.

This startled the barbarian warrior, and hurriedly whispered a few words in the little monk's ear.

The little monk pouted, becoming more and more unhappy, but in the end he said helplessly:

"The little monk master said that the little monk can't leave the barbarians now, so he can't go to the desolate with you, young master."

"However, if in a few years, the little monk has not figured out the answer to this question, he will definitely come to Desolate to ask your son for advice."

Tang Feng smiled and nodded, but he couldn't help but feel a little regretful. In a few years, he might not be able to find the little monkey from Tianxuanmen.

"Since that's the case, the monk will take his leave."

The little monk Xuanzang returned to his serious appearance, put his palms together to salute Tang Feng, and then left.

When the little monk left, Tang Feng also let go of his smile, returned to the first seat, and flicked the wine bottle lightly.

The scribes in white and other Confucianism cultivators who had targeted Qiu Daoming before were pale and ashamed.

They were still ridiculing Lenghuang's lack of context before, who would have thought that the one who would finally win this discussion for Yunqin would be the prince Lenghuang.

Moyihe, who just woke up, is even more face like gold paper. Originally, he wanted to read Tang Feng's book, saying that Tang Feng had no law, and intervened in the discussion of Taoism as an exile.

But now this plan can only be put on hold, because Tang Feng's move is a great achievement, and it is unreasonable not to exempt Tang Feng from exile punishment, how can he send an order to add crimes.

Tang Feng tapped the bronze wine bottle lightly, without saying a word.

The reason why he stood up was not to save face for Yunqin, but purely to fight for Lianghuang.

Feeling that the atmosphere in the hall was somewhat oppressive, he flicked the wine bottle heavily for the last time, causing it to make a clear and clear sound, and then stood up.

"Mr. Qiu, let's go."

Tang Feng didn't even look at Mo Yihe and the others, and left with Qiu Daoming.

Show off your power, mock and fight back?He doesn't care at all!

Mo Yihe's eyes were complicated, looking at Tang Feng's white back, a few traces of fear that were difficult to be strictly aroused in his heart.

"Brother Mo, are you just looking at Tang Feng's arrogance like this?"

The scholar in white was not reconciled. Although Tang Feng didn't say much just now, his words and deeds were like an invisible slap, which made his cheek hurt.

Moyihe frowned, and said in a hateful voice:

"Of course we can't just forget it like this. We are the most prosperous in Shuntian. This is an indisputable fact. Then Tang Feng is just a little ghostly, what is it?"

Then, his eyes darkened, and he said with a sneer, "Let's drag Tang Feng for another two days, and then someone will come to suppress him."

The scribe in white thought for a while, and then said in disbelief: "Brother Mo said..."

The corner of Mo Yihe's mouth slightly raised, and he nodded.

In the room, the candlelight flickered, stretching Tang Feng's figure very long.

In his hand, there was a letter, but it was not written by Tang Tiannan, but by his younger brother - Tang Qi.

The handwriting is not pretty, crooked like an earthworm, but it makes Tang Feng feel sad for a while.

Tang Qi was born stupid. Although he was outstanding in battle, he couldn't read a single word. Now, because he missed him so much, he actually wrote a letter himself, and he didn't know how much hardship he went through.

"Xiao Qi, don't worry, I will definitely cure your illness!" Tang Feng's eyes were shining brightly, and he swore to himself.

"We have to hurry up and look for the sword mark of Kou Tian."

Tang Feng whispered, if he can't find the sword mark of knocking the sky again, he will have to find time to go back to the desolation, because the blood lotus has limited vitality after leaving the blood river and cannot bloom for a long time.

Finally, he carefully put away the letter paper, put it close to his body, and raised his beautiful eyebrows slightly.

The end of the letter was written by Tang Tiannan.

As he expected, from his exile to now, the people who secretly protect him in the Desolate Palace have solved many troubles, otherwise he would not have been able to enter the Tianxuan Gate smoothly.

"Tang Shuying..."

Tang Feng murmured, and mentioned this name at the end of the letter, saying that it was possible to come to Tianxuanmen to find him.

Memories about Tang Shuying, like reels of old movies, flashed slowly in his mind, with a touch of warmth.

Tang Tiannan has a daughter and two sons under his knees, Tang Feng is a dude, Tang Qi is stupid, Tang Shuying is a woman, but she is unrestrained, with a special heroic spirit.

This girl acted arrogantly, but she was really kind to Tang Feng's younger brother. She had to bear the punishment for Tang Feng since she was a child.

When Tang Feng went into exile and turned into a playboy, Tang Shuying never scolded him, and talked with him every night, often for a whole night.

From the beloved woman to the world of mortals to the world of monks, talk about everything, Tang Shuying's eyes are often bloodshot at the end, while Tang Feng falls asleep with the wine jar in his arms.

"Sister, are you... all right now?"

Tang Feng's nose was a little sore. Last year Tang Shuying went on a trip, and this trip lasted for a year. A mortal woman must suffer a lot.

He suddenly remembered that Tang Shuying used to love cherries the most, so he wanted to return to Tianxuan Mountain, and he must plant a cherry forest on the back mountain.

The wind at night was a bit cool, and it kept rolling up the corners of Tang Feng's clothes.

He stood alone by the window, his eyes were extremely deep, after letting go of the tenderness in his heart, a coldness appeared on his handsome face again.

In the underground palace of the ancient battlefield, who invited the man with the bow and the five people behind him?

Yunqin Imperial Palace, or Xu Tianwen?

"The most likely one is the Yunqin Palace."

Tang Feng said to himself, Xu Tianwen was in the desolation, with Tang Tiannan staring at him closely, he thought it would be impossible to make a big move.

"This wind is so fucking cold."

Suddenly, such a sentence sounded suddenly on the roof...

(End of this chapter)