The lady is stunning, she hides her secrets

Regarding Ban Qing's preference for men or women, Zhong Ling still wanted to hear a few more words, but Master Ji refused to say anything after seeing him come out.

The food is served on the table, full of fragrance.

There was only Ban Qing on the table, and the spicy chicken under the table, eating happily without distractions.

The two young old foxes were left happily eating, chatting all over the world, but looking at each other calmly.

Ban Qing didn't notice the turmoil between them at all, and thought that the two of them hit it off so much that they had so much to say.

Master Ji tasted every dish, and praised: "No wonder Ban Qing is getting fat, Missy's cooking skills are really good."

The real Miss Da Da has servants to serve her at home, and few of them cook by themselves. This is the pit dug for Zhong Ling by the old master.

Zhong Ling easily jumped over this pit, seemingly casually replied: "I can't say you are a young lady, but you just happen to know how to cook two dishes."

Mr. Ji and Zhong Ling haven't seen each other for ten days, and at this time, Zhong Ling's hair is tied up, revealing a neat and fair neck.

So from Master Ji's perspective, he saw the Adam's apple on Zhong Ling's neck.

The Adam's apple is not very obvious, but it is there.

Mrs. Ji: "...Miss, is your surname Zhong?"

Zhong Ling smiled slightly: "It's too unfamiliar to be called a young lady. Now that I'm here... I'm no longer a young lady."

Hearing this, Ban Qing lifted his face out of the rice bowl, glanced at Zhong Ling, and smiled uncontrollably.

"Master Ji is Ban Qing's friend, just like him, just call me Zhong Ling."

Mr. Ji looked at Zhong Ling heartbroken, like watching a vixen come into the house, and after bewildering the head of the village, he calmly flaunted his might.

Then Ban Qing looked at him ungratefully, which made Mr. Ji feel very complicated.

Zhong Ling's surname is Fang, not Zhong.

But he didn't dare to say the word "fang", nor did he dare to recognize it.

During these years of traveling outside, he only used "Zhong Ling" as his last name, hiding his connection with the Fang family.

"In the past ten days, it seems that you haven't seen Mrs. Ji in the village much?"

Mrs. Ji smiled and said: "I went out to get some things and spent some effort. Speaking of which, I feel... Zhong Ling's voice is different from the first time I heard it when we met?"

"Oh, really? Ban Qing, do you hear any difference?"

Ban Qing was eating happily, and raised his head when he heard the sound: "No, your voice has always been so nice."

Master Ji: "..."

My heart is stuffy and I don't want to talk.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was still harmonious, Zhong Ling and Ji Fuzi glanced at Ban Qing and then at each other.

They probably understood that the other party was a slippery loach, so they looked at each other and smiled, temporarily ending the first round of inquiries.

But Mr. Ji is a man of action, and since he has doubts in his heart, he will not just sit and wait.

Zhong Ling always gets up very early. When he arrives in the village, he will get up early and go to the mountains to practice Kung Fu for a while.

This is the rule that Fangwu set up for him when he was laying the foundation when he was a child. After so many years of insisting on it, it has become a habit engraved in his bone marrow.

There are many open spaces and few people in the mountains, which is very suitable for practicing.

He picked up a dead branch from the ground, and just practiced a set of sword skills when he felt that someone in the forest was staring at him.

Zhong Ling ignored him and continued to practice his kung fu.

This set of swordsmanship was not passed down from his father Fang Tu, but Fang Wu learned martial arts from the Jianghu and taught him.

There is nothing fancy about the sword technique, but the moves are very practical. It is not as recognizable as the spear technique handed down by the Fang family. He can use it outside with confidence, and it will not reveal any information about his identity.

Ji Fuzi watched him in the woods for three days, but Zhong Ling pretended not to know.

Finally, on the third day, Mr. Ji made a move.

Mr. Ji's whip appeared from nowhere, and it was drawn towards the unsuspecting Zhong Ling.

Zhong Ling flipped backwards, dodging the blow of the whip just right.

In mid-air, the branch in Zhong Ling's hand dropped, like an arrow off the string, and flew towards Mr. Ji.

Master Ji knew his whereabouts were exposed, so he dodged quickly.

He dodged the branch with the momentum of thunder, and when he looked back, he completely lost Zhong Ling's whereabouts.

Empty and quiet all around.

Master Ji left a drop of cold sweat on his forehead, where did this man go?

Zhong Ling smiled on his head and jumped down facing him.

After a while, Mr. Ji was hung on a tree by his own whip.

Zhong Ling calmed down and said: "Speak, neighbors, neighbors, if you don't look up and look down, why are you attacking me?"

Mr. Ji seemed to have circles all over his eyes, and he was a little dazed, so he didn't answer for a while.

Zhong Ling: "Why don't you explain what you did just now?"

Master Ji said in pain, "Why are you so heavy? You jumped on me and almost died from the fall. My whole body hurts now..."

Zhong Ling said unhappily: "Ban Qing even hugged me, he never said that I am sinking. You are hot chicken, why blame me?"

Master Ji: "..."

Mr. Ji tried to make a big deal into a small one: "The neighbors are playing with you, why are you so fierce?"

Zhong Ling said kindly: "Anyone who wants to joke with me is dead, are you sure you don't want to change it?"

Sensing the danger, Mr. Ji straightened his face: "I followed you, but I just wanted to know what you came to our village for?"

Zhong Ling's eyebrows skipped a beat.

"I don't know what you can dream of in our small and remote village."

What is the picture?

too much.

Zhong Ling has been trying to figure out who Ban Qing's master is, and what he gradually senses is the secret that everyone in this village hides by coincidence.

During the half month since he came to Shinan Mountain, Zhong Ling did not rush to investigate immediately, but worked calmly to integrate into the local life and gained everyone's trust.

He has always been inseparable from Ban Qing, trying to create an impression for everyone that he was left because of Ban Qing.

Ban Qing was willing to jump off the cliff for him, and he was deeply moved, so his heart was moved.Staying in the village for love is probably an explanation that everyone in the village likes to hear and is quite willing to accept.

But someone as smart as Mr. Ji probably started to doubt his purpose a long time ago, right?

Ji Fuzi: "Our village doesn't accept outsiders. In the past ten years, you are the first outsider accepted by us because of Ban Qing."

Zhong Ling stared at him: "Oh? Hearing what you said, I'm more interested in you. There are so many people in your village, why do you want to isolate yourself from the world on purpose?"

"Look at the place where your village is, not to mention the nine bends and eighteen bends of the mountain road, but also in various places, the positions of trees and boulders are artificially changed, and the natural resources in the forest are properly used to form a blinding formation... If I hadn't dabbled a little in the art of formation, I really didn't know that there were such hidden dragons and crouching tigers in your unattractive village."

"You have already started deploying these preparations many years ago. Why are you making such rigorous and comprehensive preparations?"

Master Ji's back was covered in cold sweat.

After a while, he said: "It seems that you have coaxed Ban Qing to teach you the way to enter the village. What do you want to do next?"

Zhong Ling was silent.

Ji Fuzi rarely showed weakness: "No matter what you want to do, please don't take advantage of Ban Qing. He has a really good personality and really likes you. If you do this, it will hurt his heart too much."

Zhong Ling said coldly: "I need you to talk about my matter?"

Ji Fuzi's expression was not good, he attacked Zhong Ling first, and now it fell into Zhong Ling's hands.

Early in the morning in this wilderness, with no one around, it was a perfect crime scene.

He was afraid that something bad would happen.

Now, Mr. Ji is not afraid of offending him: "You are not a woman, are you?"

Zhong Ling looked stern: "What do you think?"

Mr. Ji smiled wryly: "I'm stuck here, and Ban Qing will seek good luck for himself in the future. I hope that no matter what, you don't hurt the people in the village. They are all people who have nothing to do with the world."

Zhong Ling frowned, and accurately grasped the information that Master Ji inadvertently leaked: "Why should I hurt the people in the village?"

Master Ji closed his eyes after saying this, and his mouth was also tightly closed, as if he was waiting to die with his eyes closed, unwilling to say a word.

Zhong Ling looked at him coldly for a while, but finally did nothing to him.

He put Master Ji down.

Mr. Ji rubbed his bloody wrist, stunned for a while, before realizing that he was let off by Zhong Ling.

The two of them didn't speak for a while.

The cold wind of early winter blew Zhong Ling's clothes, and he didn't even mess up a hair.

Standing with the embarrassed Mr. Ji, it looks more and more like he has stepped out of the painting.

Mr. Ji looked at him in a daze: "No wonder Ban Qing has already fallen for you. Since you have had a relationship since you were young, it is God's destiny to have a reunion after ten years."

"It's just that you treated him...a little too hard. He treated you sincerely, but you came back with him for other purposes...he will know in the future, how sad it will be."

Zhong Ling finally said angrily: "What do you know about me? Do I have to be that kind of heartless white-eyed wolf? Am I sure to hurt Ban Qing's heart!?"

Master Ji was startled.

Zhong Ling was emotional: "What do you know about me? What do you know about me? You don't know anything, so why slander and make judgments casually?"

He kept his name incognito for the rest of his life, and many years of heartache and grievances erupted at this moment, and were immediately suppressed again.

He lost his temper.

Zhong Ling's chest kept rising and falling, and he took a short breath before calming down again.

He flicked his sleeves, didn't even bother to look at Master Ji again, and walked back by himself.

Ji Fuzi, who was still in shock, slipped and fell to the ground. He leaned against the big tree and rested for a long time before he regained some strength and stood up slowly.

"Who are you, Zhong Ling?"

Master Ji looked at the direction where he disappeared, and murmured, "What exactly do you want?"

The author has something to say: Old Chi: You are so heavy.

Zhong Ling: You are the one who is sinking, your whole family is sinking!Ban Qing carried me back to the mountain, and he didn't even say I was heavy!

Ban Qing whispered: Actually, I said in my heart, lady, you are really heavy...

Zhong Ling:......