"You, Tang San, can only be where you are today because of me, Yu Xiaogang!"

Those so-called theories of his are just picking up the wisdom of others and packaging the basic knowledge of many sects into his own original ideas.

In addition to letting Tang San and others run and endorse, his teaching method also has any real help?

Tang San's talent, Tang San's hard work, Tang San's opportunities - these are the reasons why he can reach this day, not Yu Xiaogang's theoretical theories on paper.

What Yu Tianjun has to do is to tear apart this disguise and let Tang San see Yu Xiaogang's true face.

At night.

Outside Wuhun City, in a quiet grove, the moonlight casts mottled light and shadow through the gaps in the leaves.

The night breeze blew gently, bringing with it the noise of celebrations in the distance, but in this forest, there were only the sounds of insects and wind.

Under the power of Yu Tianjun, it couldn't be easier to influence the spirits of two people.

He doesn't even need to use much divine power. He only needs to gently stir the thread of fate to make everything develop according to his plan.

He only made a slight move, and Yu Xiaogang and Tang San headed to the woods outside Wuhun City in unison.

One is driven by inner irritability and wants to go out for a walk.

The other one was pulled by an inexplicable force and came here unknowingly.

Yu Tianjun stood in the void, overlooking the two people below.

His eyes were calm, without malice or guilt, only a kind of detached indifference.

It's like a chess player dropping a piece on the chessboard.

"Gangzi, don't blame me."

Yu Tianjun whispered to himself, his voice dissipated in the night wind, "There are some things that you are not worthy of taking."

He raised his right hand and tapped his index finger lightly.

A black stream of light shot out from his fingertips and disappeared silently into Yu Xiaogang's mind.

That is not control, but amplification.

Yu Tianjun did not directly control Yu Xiaogang's spirit, but amplified the dark side deep in his heart.

Those suppressed jealousies, unwillingness, vanity, selfishness - all the negative emotions that Yu Xiaogang himself was unwilling to admit were infinitely amplified at this moment.

"If you are really good to Tang San, it will naturally be fine."

Yu Tianjun's voice drifted in the night wind.

"It doesn't matter even if I give you the title of Master of God, but if your heart is filled with utilitarianism and calculation...then don't blame me."

The moment he finished speaking, Tang San's figure had been pulled not far behind Yu Xiaogang.

Tang San had just finished the celebrations and was about to go back to his residence to rest, when he suddenly felt an inexplicable pulling force, making him involuntarily walk towards this small forest.

He was confused, but he didn't resist, he just followed the force.

When he pushed aside the last bush and his eyes suddenly opened up, he saw the back of Yu Xiaogang.

Tang San's eyes lit up and he was about to say hello when he heard Yu Xiaogang talking to himself.

There was a bit of madness, a bit of pride, and a bit of long-suppressed catharsis in that voice.

"Champion...the disciples I teach are champions!"

Yu Xiaogang suddenly started laughing wildly, and the laughter seemed particularly harsh in the silent woods.

"Hahaha! I am the most authoritative master in the martial arts world! From today on, who dares to question my theory? Who dares to say that I am deceiving the world and stealing my reputation?"

Tang San looked stunned when he heard these words.

He never knew that Yu Xiaogang had always been so depressed.

In his impression, Yu Xiaogang has always been a calm, wise, and indifferent scholar.

But the man laughing wildly in front of him was completely different from the master in his impression.

A trace of sympathy surged in Tang San's heart. Just as he was about to step forward to comfort him, Yu Xiaogang's next words made Tang San change his expression instantly.

"Accepting Tang San is indeed the biggest investment in my life!"

Yu Xiaogang's voice was full of pride and complacency.

"Fortunately, I saw his Clear Sky Hammer background in advance and saw the support of the Clear Sky Sect behind him. Otherwise, how could I accept a useless Blue Silver Grass spirit as a disciple? A Blue Silver Grass with innate soul power? Haha, who would believe it? If it weren't for the Clear Sky Sect behind him, I wouldn't even care about a Blue Silver Grass spirit!"

After Yu Xiaogang said this, he laughed proudly.

That laughter was filled with the satisfaction of having succeeded, as if everything was under his control.

As for Tang San, his expression had become extremely gloomy.

He stood there, clenching his fists unconsciously with his hands, and his nails almost dug into his palms.

His body was trembling slightly, not because of fear, but because of anger - the anger of being deceived and used.

Yu Xiaogang's words meant that their initial relationship between master and disciple was adulterated.

It means that the master-disciple relationship between them was not pure teaching and learning from the beginning, but a transaction mixed with interests and calculations.

Tang San recalled the scene when he became a disciple.

At that time, he had just awakened his twin martial souls and knew nothing about the world. The sect considered that he wanted to learn from the bottom and sent him to Notting Junior College.

Yu Xiaogang took the initiative to come to the door and said that he would accept him as his disciple.

He was so grateful at that time that he thought he had met someone who truly appreciated him.My own mentor.

But now that I think about it, what Yu Xiaogang was interested in was never Tang San, but the Haotian Sect behind him, and his identity as the son of Tang Hao!

Those so-called theories, those so-called teachings, those so-called cares - they are all fake!

Tang San's eyebrows were gloomy, he took a deep breath and walked straight behind Yu Xiaogang.

His footsteps were very light, but in the silent woods, they were particularly clear.

"Master."

Tang San's voice was terrifyingly calm, without a trace of ripples.

"Do you really mean what you said?"

The sudden sound startled Yu Xiaogang.

He turned around suddenly and saw Tang San's gloomy face, and his heart suddenly became chaotic.

His pupils shrank violently and his lips trembled. He wanted to explain, to deny, to say that it was just nonsense he said in a moment of confusion.

But when the words came to my lips, their taste suddenly changed.

Under the influence of Yu Tianjun's black light, the dark side of Yu Xiaogang's heart was infinitely magnified.

He wanted to say, "No, mistress, please listen to my explanation," but what he said was.

"Tang San, why did you come to me? To eavesdrop on me? Is this your attitude towards your teacher?"

Tang San did not respond to his question, but lowered his voice and continued to ask. There was no sadness or joy in his voice, but it made Yu Xiaogang feel cold from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

"Master, do you mean what you say? Are you really accepting me as your disciple because of my Clear Sky Hammer background? Rather than because of my talent and hard work?"

Yu Xiaogang was very anxious. He wanted to deny it and redeem it, but under the influence of Yu Tianjun, he uttered more hurtful words.

"Seriously? So what! Without my guidance, how could you join Shrek? Without my recommendation, how could you get Yu Tianheng's recognition? Without my theoretical guidance, how could you get to where you are today and win the championship?"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and his voice became louder and louder.

"Everything is due to me, Yu Xiaogang! It's me who discovered your potential! It's me who taught you how to practice! It's me who helped you plan the configuration of your soul ring! Without me, you Tang San are nothing!"

When Tang San heard this, he laughed angrily. The laughter was full of irony and disappointment, and looked particularly desolate in the night wind.