"Master Fu, why did you come to me suddenly?" Tang Ming was a little surprised.
Then he made tea and handed it over.
Fu Santong took the teacup, took a sip and asked: "How is your recent work status?"
Tang Ming sat aside in embarrassment and pointed to several resignation applications on the table, "What else can I do? Of course it's as bad as ever. Now everyone in the sect hides away when they see me, fearing that I will follow my lead." Due to bad luck, even the old team members have left one after another, and now I am simply a polished commander."
If Lin Yao knew about such a predicament, his spirit in heaven would probably become furious.
Hearing this, Fu Santong also showed a smile, "I have long guessed that this would be the result. It is inevitable that the expedition team will be unable to recover. If you want to change the current situation, you can only survive and create a new world. A whole new team.”
"Creating a new team?" Tang Ming was a little at a loss.
"But now the disciples of the Martial Arts Holy Land are eager to leave immediately when they see me. Who would be willing to follow my team?"
If it were another qualified disciple, it might not be troublesome to find some personnel to supplement him, but Tang Ming was the only one who couldn't do it. His identity was too special, and he was also responsible for Lin Yao's death.
If you want to completely get rid of this guilt, you need to create some impressive characters to change the current inherent opinions of the disciples.
"Sigh, unless there is a task that an extraordinary person can complete, I'm afraid I won't be able to set up this expedition team."
After Fu Santong understood, a generous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Don't be so depressed, you see you will have a chance to use it soon."
After saying that, he took out a piece of information from his arms, "This is the clue that Xuan Xiaozi has found through many years of experience outside. There are many evidences of collusion between aristocratic families and the devil. Among them are traces of the Yinsha Sect. You can follow it This information may be able to uncover something.”
After receiving the information, Tang Ming took a quick glance. When he saw the list of families, his pupils suddenly trembled because the names of Lin family disciples were clearly on it.
"Master Fu, is this list really correct?"
Fu Santong felt a little regretful, "No one is perfect in the world, and it is inevitable to be corrupted by desire. This is true for the relatives of the Holy Son, let alone those people with the same surname who cannot be hit with eight poles."
After receiving the list, Tang Ming asked solemnly, "Do brothers Ye Yuntian know about this?"
"They don't know, otherwise I wouldn't let Ye Yuntian leave. Otherwise, such a tragic thing for the Hand Blade tribe would be too cruel for the two brothers. An outsider still needs to do this."
Up and down the sect, every disciple has his own mission. The strong ones monitor every move of the devil, while the weak ones run all the life of the sect.
The only person who can send out manpower at the moment is Tang Ming, who has just taken over the expedition team.
"In this matter, who else would you rather me? If it were Ye Yuntian, maybe he would be able to forgive his relatives because of his character. If it were me, it would be impossible to leave anyone alive."
Fu Santong had already heard rumors about Tang Ming's decisive killing, so this mission was perfect for him.
"But if Ye Yuntian asks, how should he answer?"
Hearing this, Fu Santong's eyes flashed with coldness, "Externally, I will tell everyone that the Lin family's clan members colluded with the devil and informed the Holy Son of his actions, and they will be punished for their crimes. No one will say anything at that time. One sentence."
"In extraordinary times, extraordinary means should be used. Now is no longer the peaceful era before. The devil is already acting secretly. If our sect does not take precautions, I am afraid that more people in Li will be plunged into disaster."
When an aristocratic family falls into the devil's path, the people of the city will suffer. They will become nutrients for the devil's cultivation. Their bodies will be refined into puppets, and their souls will become ghosts, causing harm to the world.
It is a helpless act to drive out all the clansmen who have fallen into the evil way. Only in this way can we be vigilant about the remaining aristocratic families and not collude with the evil way.
"Some things can be put on the table, and some things can only be dealt with in secret. This is the truth of the world, and it is also the cruelest fact. You have experienced life and death several times and human indifference, and you should know these things best."
Tang Ming understood what the other party wanted to say, and the reason why he did not let Ye Yuntian do it was entirely because he could not tarnish the reputation of the Holy Son. He needed to be the face of the sect.
Tang Ming needs to be in charge of the sect's affairs, and all matters that are too dark to be dignified can only be solved by him.
This will not only preserve Ye Yuntian's reputation, but also ensure that the Martial Arts Holy Land controls the sect.
But Tang Ming was the only one who suffered. He had to bear all the infamy silently, even if no one could understand.
"In this case, I will not stay any longer. If I stay for a long time, I am afraid that more people will suffer painful torture."
After saying that, Tang Ming stepped out of the room and started heading towards the road leading to hell.
Perhaps, no one could have imagined that the descendant of the Immortal Sword would become the sharp blade hidden behind the sect's back, the executioner of all injustices.
This path is also the most suitable for Tang Ming. It is already impossible to become the center of attention. Walking in the darkness is his unique path.
Now Tang Ming finally understood why Fu Santong asked him to take over the expedition team. It turned out that he had expected all this.
After stepping out of the sect, Tang Ming took a deep breath, wrapped himself in a thick bamboo hat, and went to the mortal world again, only this time his sword pointed at his close friend's relatives.
As the sun sets, a long and narrow figure slowly walks into the darkness, gradually disappearing into it, and no trace of it is seen again.
...
Hidden Evil Sect.
In the huge stone room, a young man was lying. His body was soaked in countless blood, and black evil aura kept coming out of his body.
And this person was none other than Xuanyuan Ming. His last defeat almost cost him half his life. Fortunately, with the help of the Blood Dust Sword Spirit, he was able to save his life.
"This kid's body can't be repaired anymore. I need a guy who is good at using swordsmanship to stay with me so that I can show my full strength."
"I heard that the Holy Land of Sword Dao sent a holy son to heal his wounds. I don't know what the qualifications of that boy are. He might be able to match the Blood Dust Sword and become a successor of the Demon Sword."
