It's not good for a beauty to be so irritable

When Han Ze heard Bai Lang say that the ghost worms were related to Su Qingfang, he was so frightened that his head was sweating, and when he heard that someone instructed Su Meng to secretly feed the ghost worms, he became even more frightened.

He raised his head and tried to stabilize his mind, "The Su family has passed away long ago, and Su Meng has nothing to do with him. I think it is unreasonable to speculate about the relationship between these two people and ghosts."

Hearing this, Bai Lang sneered and said, "Are you sure?"

Han Ze looked at him with firm eyes, "Naturally."

Bai Lang looked at his sweaty forehead, noncommittal.

Han Ze stood up, ready to leave, "The old man respects the reputation of Iron Eagle Fort, so he came to talk to you two about the existence of ghosts and insects in detail. It is a shame and a great shame to suffer groundless suspicion here today."

After all, turn around and leave.

Bai Lang watched him go, but didn't want to stay. He rubbed his chin and said with a smile, "Is he guilty of being a thief?"

Bai Han didn't answer.

This is normal, and Bai Lang is used to it.He clapped his hands, said to Bai Han, "Castle Master, I'll follow up and have a look," and planned to run away.

It's just that before he stepped out, he was stopped by a figure that suddenly stood in front of him.

Bai Lang raised his head awkwardly, "Castle Master."

Bai Han turned around and said to the outside, "Bai Yue."

Bai Yue appeared immediately, bowing and obeying orders.

"Go." Bai Han ordered briefly.

Bai Yue bowed her hands in salute, stepped on her toes, and fled away without a sound.

"It's so fast, ha." Bai Lang flatteringly said to the cold-faced Bai Han.

Bai Han looked at him intently, and when Bai Lang was embarrassed to avoid it, he suddenly reached out and touched Bai Lang's chin, "Don't go."

Although his voice was still as cold as iron, Bai Lang could hear a faint request.

My heart softened at this moment.

Sour and astringent.

Bai Lang pulled the corner of his mouth, but he didn't smile, so he had no choice but to face the unnatural smile, pretending to be relaxed, "Castle Master, this subordinate won't leave."

Bai Han nodded silently, staring at him like a god, without blinking.

Bai Lang felt uncomfortable being watched by him. The two of them stood for a long time before they slapped their foreheads and said with a smile, "Forget it, the castle owner hasn't eaten yet. I'll go get the meal." When he moved his feet again to follow up, he turned his head and said, "My subordinate will be back soon." As he said, he practiced his lightness kung fu and ran towards the back kitchen as if flying.

Bai Han stared at his leaving back, clenched his fists, and controlled himself not to follow.

Bai Lang said he would come back, don't worry.

He said to himself over and over again in his heart.

Bai Lang quickly picked up some food and came back quickly.

At the moment of entering the door, seeing Bai Han, who maintained the standing posture when he left, obviously relaxed his body, he couldn't tell what it felt like.

Ever since Bai Bing appeared, Bai Han has become more and more strict with him. In the past, he could leave Iron Eagle Fort and wander around the rivers and lakes before returning, but now that he walks away for a while, Bai Han is very nervous.

Is this the sequelae brought by Bai Bing?

Bai Lang smiled wryly.

Han Ze returned to the mansion and ordered the housekeeper to return to the room alone without seeing any visitors today.

On the table, the tablet that was broken last time has been tidied up and placed in the center of the table.

He stood in front of the table with an uncertain face.

There are still scratches on the edge of the tablet, which is the trace left by the last drop.

The light in the room was dim, and the word Su could be vaguely seen.

This is the memorial tablet that Han Ze set up for Su Qingfang in the room.

Su Qingfang had always wanted to be the main wife, and he felt sorry for her passing away so early, so he privately made a tablet for her named after his wife.

But after so many years, the love in the early years has gradually faded away with the passing people.

It's like Su Qingfang's traces in this world are slowly disappearing.

People are always fickle.

The people who are in front of you every day may not be cherished. Those who have already left are like loose sand in the wind. With a slight blow, they disappear.

This is the case for Su Qingfang and Han Ze.

Except that seeing the tablet in front of him can make Han Ze think of Su Qingfang once in a while, as if in a lifetime, he can't think of her at other times.

The affectionate past in the past, when I think about it now, it seems like it is separated by a curtain, I can't see clearly, I can't touch it, and I can't resonate with him.

As if the person who had the same strong love as Su Qingfang was not him.

In his whole life, when he was young, he was full of love and hatred.

When I was young, I met the most beautiful and charming flower in the rivers and lakes, and was once crazy about love.

But at some point, he realized that these were not what he wanted, and all of them were not worth the comfort of the Jianghu knights who bowed their hands and said that they were the leader.

Only at this time, his heart seemed to be floating among the clouds, full of joy.

Only then can I deeply understand what the sentence I saw on Mount Tai back then means all the mountains are small.

That is what he has always pursued, the pride and arrogance of standing on the top of the highest mountain and overlooking the world.

but……

Han Ze stretched out his hand, slowly placed it on the table, and stared at his hand fiercely.

These once steady and powerful hands have gradually decayed like dead branches. He doesn't need a bronze mirror. From these hands, he can know how many wrinkles are on his face and how many white hairs are on his head.

Heroes are late.

It was time for him to wash his hands in the golden basin.

In martial arts, who would want a white-haired and chicken-skinned person to be the leader?

How many young talents are eyeing his position.

They are now, just like him back then, under the cloak of chivalry, there is unstoppable ambition.

Han Ze smiled wryly, clenched his hands, and his shoulders trembled.

He was not reconciled.

When the feelings were strong, Su Qingfang didn't hide it from him.

Therefore, he knows a lot of inside information that many people in the martial arts do not know.

Including ghost bugs and ghost bug legends.

What he didn't expect was that the people in Iron Eagle Fort had already guessed everything before he could lay out the situation.

Su Meng is a waste, he exposed the existence of the ghost worms in advance, so he had to launch a plan in advance to release the ghost worms.

But the plan that should have gone smoothly was difficult to implement because of the arrival of Yuze Palace and Iron Eagle Fort Baiyue.

Bai Yue has secretly investigated him since the day Jinpen washed her hands.

In order to get rid of the suspicion, he ran around looking for a way to eliminate ghost bugs.

In order to bring disaster to the east, he named Master Shande.

At first he chose Yuze Palace.

However, Qin Ge, the young master of the palace, ignored him.

While he was struggling to think of a countermeasure, the owner of Iron Eagle Fort came to the door again.

From the moment he heard Su Qingfang's name, he knew that everything was going to be bad.

Sure enough, there were hints in Bai Lang's words, and every sentence made him tremble with fear.

The older you get, the more things you care about.

But this deteriorating body could no longer support his ambitions.

The secret hidden under the ghost worm is his last fight.

In this world, who doesn't want to rejuvenate a dead tree and stay young forever?

Han Ze grabbed Su Qingfang's tablet, his eyes full of madness.

"You always say that I'm not smart enough, but who stipulates that being a martial arts leader must be extremely smart?" Han Ze muttered to the tablet, "I have been a martial arts leader for so many years, and I will definitely continue in the future." He said Knocking on the memorial tablet, parting the corners of his mouth, he laughed, "Just wait and see."

"Is he crazy?" On the roof, Chu Jing patted the people around him and whispered.

They had been lying on the roof for an hour, and finally waited for Han Ze to come back, but saw that he had been staring at the tablet on the table without speaking.

Now he has spoken, but he also said that he wants to be the leader of the martial arts.

Chu Jing looked at Han Ze's figure, and thought to himself, this person must be stupid.

Han Feng covered his face with a rag, laughed inexplicably, and did not answer.

Chu Jing was puzzled, so he simply sat up and didn't look inside the house.

Anyway, Han Ze has nothing to do with him, so forget about him.

If Han Feng hadn't dragged him along the way, he would have gone to look for Big Brother and Xiaoyu a long time ago.

After waiting for a while, Han Feng finally stood up, and said to Chu in a muffled voice, "Let's go."

Chu Jing stood up, pointed down, motioned him to look down, "Just go like this?"

Han Feng stood up, looked down loudly, and smiled, "Did you attract it?"

In the yard, Han Lin and a group of people were looking at the two of them.

Chu Jing scratched his head, "Maybe he came to pick you up, aren't you the son of this family?"

With a hoarse voice, Han Feng sneered again in an unclear manner.

Chu Jing got angry when he heard him sneer.

His voice is hoarse, like the old sealed box after the smoke and fire, and he always sneers like others.

Who is this sneer at?

Chu Jing also sneered twice in his heart, and when he turned around, he kicked Han Feng's ass.

Han Feng was caught off guard, straightened his waist, pouted his buttocks, and fell down neatly.

Han Lin hurriedly led people out of the way so as not to affect Han Feng's landing.

Chu Jing stared, seeing that there was no one answering below, Han Feng hit the ground with a thud, and then rolled around on the ground, unable to get up.

"Why don't you continue?" Chu Jing said angrily.

The people who got out of the way looked at Han Lin one after another.

Han Lin froze for a moment, stepped forward and clasped his fists and said, "May I ask your Excellency?"

"You don't care who I am." Chu Jing replied vehemently, walked up to Han Feng, and kicked his ass that just landed on the ground, "Get up, Zhuang, what are you pretending to be."

"Xiao Chu, come and give me a hug." In full view of everyone, Han Feng reached out his hand shamelessly to Chu Jing.

Chu Jing was shocked by his growing thick-skinned, his face was slightly red, and he reprimanded, "Get up by yourself."

Han Feng refused to obey him, and stubbornly stretched out his hand to wait for him to pull.

Everyone in the courtyard stared at the two of them, surrounded them in the middle, and blocked the airtight.

"It's just right, Xiao Chu, now people outside can't see it," Han Feng happily moved to Chu Jing on the ground, and stretched his hand upwards vigorously, "Come and pull me."

"Do you think these people are dead?" Chu was so shocked that his scalp would explode, "These people are watching." His face was as cold as ice, and he burst out word by word.

Han Feng waved his hand, "I'm afraid they will do something to you, pull me up quickly."

I don't know if he was in a hurry, but he coughed desperately while talking.

Chu Jing's heart softened, and he handed it over uncontrollably.

Han Feng happily took Chu Jing's hand, exerted a little force, and before Chu Jing could react, he nestled in his arms, "You are so kind." He shyly put his head on Chu Jing's shoulder.

"..." Chu Jing's face turned red.

"I knew you didn't want me to suffer." Han Feng was immersed in the shyness of a little girl. He didn't notice Chu Jing's face that turned from red to black. Hua, her butt hurt, and she fell to the ground again with stares in her eyes.

"Xiao Chu." There seemed to be tears in Han Feng's eyes.

Chu Jing raised his forehead, really wanting to give him another blow.

He was wrong just now.

It wasn't Han Ze who was crazy, it was Han Feng.

"You," Chu Jing pointed at Han Feng, not knowing what to say.

"Xiao Chu..." Seeing him looking over, Han Feng held his throat hoarsely and said softly, "Pull me up..."

It's okay not to mention this, but when Chu Jing is mentioned, his feet itch, and there is a desire to step on his face.

He turned around coldly, and said blankly to Han Lin who didn't know what he was thinking, "This is your brother."

Turning around again, he said to Han Feng who was lying on the ground and stretched out his hand again, "I'm leaving."

After finishing speaking, before Han Feng could speak again, he turned his head and left.

"Xiao Chu—"

A startled, hoarse, heart-piercing voice sounded from behind.

Chu was startled, his foot trembled, he couldn't stand firmly, and staggered.

He was furious, turned around abruptly, and shouted, "Han Feng!"

"Hey." Han Feng, who was still lying on the ground, got up cheerfully, rubbed his buttocks, trotted all the way to Chu Jing, squeezed his throat and said, "Xiao Chu, are you still Distress me?"

Distressed ass.

Chu Jing pulled his head away, and said coldly, "Don't be a monster anymore, I really have to leave."

Han Feng's eyes blinked, and the watery light appeared again.

Chu Jing turned around with a headache, not looking at him.

Han Lin happened to be standing opposite Chu Jing, and when he saw him turn around, he hurriedly said, "Chu...Young Master Chu."

Chu Jing responded lightly, and had no time to talk to him.

Han Lin smiled nonchalantly, looked at Han Feng who was hiding behind Chu Jing, his whole body was surrounded by a rag, only two eyes were exposed, and his voice was still hoarse, and he said tentatively, "You are... second brother ?”

Han Feng imitated him and leaned forward, and said in a hoarse voice, "Are you... a follower?"

Han Lin looked around uncomfortably, and everyone in the Han residence quickly lowered their heads.

Someone started to feel embarrassed, but Chu Jing was not so embarrassed.

He looked at Han Lin with a smile, and saw that his face was red and his ears were red, but he still had to act like a modest gentleman, so he couldn't help feeling disgusted.

"Second brother." Han Lin stepped forward emotionally, "What's wrong with you?"

He stretched out his hand, wanting to hold Han Feng's hand, and asked with concern, "Why do you look like a beggar?"

Han Feng shrank, dodged Han Lin, and got behind Chu Jing, "I don't have any money with me."

It was only then that Chu Jing knew why he was dressed in such shabby clothes. It was probably because the house was burned down and he would not be able to bring some money out in the future.Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel soft-hearted again. When Han Feng reached out behind his back to hold his hand, he didn't refuse.

Han Lin looked at the hands of the two, his eyes flickered, and asked, "Are you..."

"We are husband and wife."

Before Chu Jing could answer, Han Feng spoke first.

The Han family was in an uproar.

Chu Jing was so angry that he shook off Han Feng's hand, and said in embarrassment, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Han Feng blinked, "Isn't that so?"

Chu Jing kicked him, "Is that so?"

This time Han Feng learned the tricks, and when Chu Jing stretched out his feet, he jumped to dodge, hid three steps away and said aggrievedly, "You don't want me?"

Chu Jing was so angry at his rascal appearance.

When Han Lin saw that the two of them were coming and going, it was clear that they were very close, and he believed it in his heart.

"You haven't returned for many years. I don't know that something happened at home." He cleared his throat, waved his servants back, and whispered to Han Feng.

Han Feng's eyes flashed, "What happened?"

Before Han Lin could say anything, the door of Han Ze's room opened. He walked out quickly and said in a serious tone, "Feng'er, since you're back, go and offer incense to your mother."

Han Feng was stunned.

It was only then that Chu Jing realized why Han's residence was covered with white curtains.

The two of them rushed here without stopping.

Ghosts and insects are rampant in the rivers and lakes, and there are news of ghosts and insects wherever they go.In comparison, the news of Mrs. Han's death in the Han family is not worth mentioning at all.

When he first entered the house, Han Feng dragged him up to the roof of Han Ze's house as soon as he saw the white curtains hanging in the mansion. How did he know that the person who died was his mother.

"Because of what?" Han Feng still leaned on Chu Jing's shoulder, looking lazy.

Only Chu Jing knew that this person had vented all his strength, and his whole body weight was on him.

Chu Jing glanced at him worriedly, and secretly stood firm so that Han Feng could lean on him steadily.

"Ghosts." Han Ze grieved, "Ghosts have entered the mansion, your mother..." He choked up at this point.

Han Lin who was standing aside also lowered his head sadly.

"Ghost bug?" Han Feng repeated inexplicably.

"Exactly." Han Ze wiped his eyes.

Han Feng remained silent for a while, then suddenly laughed, and said hoarsely, "It's ridiculous."