Zhao Shun's skin injury was just a flesh wound. After a period of recovery, he will be fine.
Tu Cunchan was seriously injured. His limbs were damaged and could not be recovered. His cultivation was also greatly reduced. His life was about to end, and now he was even more haggard. It looked like he didn't have much time left.
He was also aware of his situation and whispered to Zhao Chun: "Fellow Taoist Zhao, Mr. Tu has a merciless request..."
Zhao Chun helped him sit up: "Master Tu, please speak."
"Although family ugliness should not be made public, now I have nothing to worry about..." His face was covered with sweat and he only moved his mouth, "When my late father passed down the Tu family to me, I was not good at cultivation and only practiced Qi. The Tu family was unable to suppress the changes below, and the evil-minded people split the family apart, greatly reducing the power of the Tu family..."
"I wonder if you still remember the young man next to Cong Wen when you came that day?"
Zhao Shun nodded. Since he looked calmer than Tu Congwen, she was more impressed: "Is his name Tu Mian?"
"It's him. My Taoist friends must also think that he is better than Congwen." Tu Cunchan clenched his fists tightly, with veins popping out on his forehead. "His grandfather was my biological brother. He shared half of the family property and left. Now, It makes no sense to bring his grandson back to invade our family!"
Brothers' feud?
Zhao Shun frowned, and she didn't want to interfere anymore.
But then I heard Tu Cunchan continue: "If he really wants to revitalize the family, I won't be able to give up my position as the head of the family. However, he has an external enemy and his thoughts are focused on the main sect..."
Zhao Shun was immediately shocked and asked, "Is he going to betray his master?"
A vassal family and a sect betraying their master is something that is extremely despised in the world of Hengyun. It is the same as a disciple betraying the sect!
"I was just doubtful and didn't believe it yet. It's just that the black cicada today reminded me of something."
Zhao Chun asked: "The origin of that monster is unknown. Has the Tu family master ever heard of it?"
Tu Cunchan said solemnly: "As far as I know, there is something similar to it, and it is the Golden Cicada Shelling Gu in the secret art of Renyang's Insect Gu."
"Golden cicada sheds its shell Gu?"
"It is said that this Gu is planted with a black cicada into the mother's body, which greatly increases the strength of the mother's body. If the mother's body dies, it will suck out its flesh and blood and turn into a golden cicada to avenge the mother's body."
It's just that Jin Chan was not seen this time, and the Gu insect was still dark when it flew out. Seeing that Zhao Xun's brows were not loosened, Tu Cunchan said helplessly: "I really don't know the details of his sect's secret technique. But the Renyang Sect His name must be known to fellow Taoists no matter what."
Zhao Chun listened attentively.
"When Patriarch Weiye established the sect, thousands of sects came to congratulate him. It was so majestic. The Fenxuan Taoists sat side by side, and the great monk Ningyuan also walked through the banquet. My Tu family was also prominent for a while. There were two Ningyuanqi in the family at the same time. What it was like back then!”
"Who doesn't know that the Songshan Lingzhen Sect, with twelve points of Xuan Dao, is the leader of the sects in the Southern Region! But it is also such a large sect that after the great monks were led to the upper world one after another, the Renyang Sect took advantage of it and entered. , moved the clan to the deep valley in embarrassment..."
Even the Lingzhen sect in the valley is already a giant Buddha to Zhao Shun. What will happen to the Lingzhen sect as the leader of the sects in Tu Cun's Zen mouth?
Even if he is so powerful, he will suddenly become depressed...
"Think about it carefully. They encouraged the clan members to move to the valley at the clan meeting because they had the intention of seeking information about the main sect."
Zhao Shun knew that this matter was very involved and promised: "When I return to the sect, I will definitely inform the head and elders!"
"The Renyang Sect will not only pick on my Tu family. If the main sect can be vigilant because of this, it will be a great contribution to the Tu family..." After what he said, he felt much weaker, and his face was even more frail. There was no trace of blood, so Zhao Shun hurriedly fed him a pill to help him regain some energy and blood.
Fortunately, someone from the Tu family came, and they were shocked when they saw Tu Cunchan's miserable state. Knowing that it was not the time to ask, they sent the two of them back to the house first.
After Tu Cunchan informed him of what had happened, the eldest son Tu Xinhou was terrified. He looked at his father's empty left arm and said bitterly: "You..."
"At any rate, I survived. It doesn't matter if I lost an arm." He was open-minded. After living for such a long time, he had already given up on life and death. Only these children and grandchildren in front of him made it difficult for him to let go.
Tu Cunchan looked around, taking in all the various postures. He saw that his arm was broken and his cultivation was greatly damaged. They all looked frightened, as if they were mourning for their heirs.
Since his father handed the family into his hands, he has never dared to relax in supporting the younger generations and taking care of the people of the city. It's a pity that God didn't fulfill people's wishes, and all his descendants were unable to take on big responsibilities.
Only his great-grandson Tu Congwen remained calm among others.
It's a pity that he is too young and cannot support his family with his cultivation. Tu Cunchan shook his head and sighed, and said: "Cong Wen, come here and come to your great-grandfather."
"Fellow Daoist Zhao also invites you here."
Tu Xin's body trembled, guessing what he was thinking, and shouted urgently: "Master of the family!" However, Tu Congwen stopped him and advised: "Whatever the master of the family does, he has his own considerations."
Tu Cunzen used his only remaining right hand to hold the tea cup, with a sad look on his face, "I think that when the Tu family in Songshan was at its peak, there used to be a great monk Ning Yuan who was in charge. However, after the main sect moved, it gradually declined. The previous generation of the family leader was still practicing Qi. In the later stage, I stopped practicing the fourth level of Qi..."
"Now that my life is coming to an end, my cultivation has been greatly damaged, and Cong Wen has not yet fully grown up. I am deeply afraid that Zuo Tu's incident will happen again. I would like to ask my sect, Daoyou Zhao, to be my guest at home, so that Cong Wen can successfully take over the position of head of the family!"
"Master!"
"Master Tu!"
The voices of both parties sounded at the same time. Not to mention what the Tu clan members thought, even Zhao Chun himself was not willing to take over the responsibility of the clan.
"I know that the Tu family is declining, and I don't want it to become a burden to fellow Taoists. After Cong Wen takes over as the head of the family, the Tu family will, in addition to paying 50% of the annual income to the main sect, give another 30% to fellow Taoists. I represent The Tu family promises not to disturb the whereabouts of fellow Taoists, but only hopes that fellow Taoists can help when the family is in danger."
The heartfelt words made Zhao Chun move her eyelids. What really moved her heart was the 30% offer.
Money moves people's hearts, and she is no exception.
"In this case, I will accept the entrustment of the Tu family."
Tu Cunchan was not a stupid person. He took a fancy to Zhao Shun's talent and wanted to invest in the family early. The two of them got what they needed, and the only one who was depressed was the Tu family's descendants who couldn't handle what they wanted.
"There will be a clan meeting tomorrow, go down and prepare!"
Tu Cunchan always kept his word. He waved his hands to the tribesmen who had their own thoughts to go down, and then said to Zhao Shun: "Fellow Taoist, please sharpen your sword."
This is to remind her that there is still a tough battle to fight tomorrow.
Zhao Shun stroked the dagger at his waist, not feeling the slightest fear in his heart.
