Hanfu.

The courtyard is a little deep.

The red bricks and green tiles are golden and brilliant, and there are towering trees stretching out their branches and leaves in the far depths, and the green leaves are hunting in the breeze, full of life.

Among the green trees, there is a cobblestone path with a width of half a meter, which spreads into the depths of the green trees, connecting pavilions and corridors everywhere.

On both sides of the bluestone path, there are rockeries, flowing water, rockeries piled up together, ups and downs, endlessly, there is a majestic momentum, in the gaps of the rockery, there is a clear water trickling and flowing, the original bluestone is because of the impact and flow of the water, so as to show a color of moss traces.

The water flowed, fell under the rockery, and converged towards a pond not far away, the pond water was gentle, with weeping willow branches rippling in it, stirring a pool of autumn water, ripples spread in all directions of the pond.

And in such a quiet environment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps, and as the sound of footsteps got closer and closer, between the shaking of the branches and leaves of the woods, a tall and tall nobleman wearing a brocade and rust suit appeared.

The noble prince's face was full of anger, and a kind of angry and corrupt mood spread from his face, and he walked faster and faster, and a group of slaves followed behind him, these slaves walked vigorously, not ordinary slaves, but seemed to have martial arts.

"Childe, Childe, you wait!"

The many slaves shouted loudly while following closely, hoping that the noble prince in front of them would stop.

"As the master said, these days, I hope that the son can study hard behind closed doors, don't step out of the house at will, and ask the son not to embarrass the old slave. ”

The noble prince turned a deaf ear, and rushed out of the copper leaf gate with a move.

"What are you shutting down, for so many days, I have been nesting in the mansion, suffocating me, our Han Mansion is a big force in Baiyang City, who dares to touch me, isn't it looking for death? Dad is really too cautious. ”

The noble son is the eldest young master of the Han Mansion and the only young master Han Biao, these days, he has been grounded in the mansion and is not allowed to go out.

This is Han Baichuan afraid that his only son will be killed, after all, he hired the old woman of the Black Tiger Temple to use a secret method to find the bad luck of the pair of young people.

Now, the old woman of the Black Tiger Temple has disappeared, an inn is finished, and all the people in the inn have also disappeared.

The old woman of the Black Tiger Temple may have died with others, or she may have been seriously injured and did not dare to show up, but hid in a hidden corner to recuperate from her injuries.

But there is also another possibility, that is, the old woman of the Black Tiger Temple was killed.

And the person who killed the old woman of the Black Tiger Temple is afraid that he is also investigating the ins and outs of the matter, once they know that it was the old woman sent by the Han Mansion to the Black Tiger Temple to kill them, this person is afraid that he will also sprinkle his surging anger on the Han Mansion.

When the cultivator is angry, the wind and clouds will change color, and the heavens and the earth will be moved.

Once the secret method is cast, all the characters in the entire Han Mansion will probably die.

However, fortunately, the Dao Gu Zhenren of the Tianxing Pavilion of Chengyang Mansion lived in the Han Mansion, as long as everyone did not go out of the Han Mansion, with the cultivation of the Dao Gu Zhenren to build the peak realm, I am afraid that no cultivator would dare to easily set foot in the Han Mansion to kill people and set fires.

"Master, the son didn't listen to the advice and went out of the house. ”

As soon as Han Biao's footsteps stepped out of the Han Mansion, he was a subordinate of the Han Mansion, and reported the matter to Han Baichuan, the real person in charge of the Han Mansion, at the fastest speed.

"What? Don't you want to live?"

Han Baichuan was furious, these days, even he was walking on thin ice, cautious, and unwilling to take a step out of the mansion easily.

After all, before the matter was clarified, he couldn't determine whether the pair of young cultivators who had been living in an inn were dead.

If they hadn't died, would they have known that it was the old woman they sent to the Black Tiger Temple to take their lives?

"Hurry up and send someone to bring that son back to me, if he doesn't agree, immediately knock him out for me, and tie him up for me, and never allow him to take half a step out of the Han Mansion at this time. ”

Han Baichuan was standing in a study, holding a book in his right hand, and at this time, he was angry in his heart, and with a snap, he smashed the book on the desk, making a loud noise.

And there is also a great momentum on his body, which is mighty and mighty, like a long river flowing eastward, completely exuding.

Everywhere this momentum reached, an invisible wind was stirred out, and swept away in all directions, and the books in the study were also messy in the wind, turning page after page, and even some books were overturned on the ground, in disarray.

"Master, please calm your anger, the old slave will do it, and he will definitely bring the young master back as soon as possible. ”

The servants in the mansion immediately said goodbye to Han Baichuan, took a group of people with them, and strode towards the outside of the Han mansion.

"Childe, where did you go?"

In front of the gate, he asked the guards guarding the door.

"Steward Qiyu, the son went in the direction of the Baiyang Conference, he should have gone to catch the Baiyang Conference. ”

The Baiyang Convention is a large-scale bazaar that will be customary in Baiyang City every ten days, and at such a time, people from many villages in all directions of Baiyang City will take advantage of this time to come to Baiyang City Conference to buy and sell some things.

"Let's go!"

The housekeeper of the Han Mansion is an old man of about sixty years old, he is the companion of the previous master of the Han Mansion, the son of the Han Mansion, and he has been a descendant of the Han Mansion for generations.

He grew up with the current lord of the mansion, Han Baichuan, so he is quite majestic in the Han Mansion, and many of the subordinates of the Han Mansion have great respect for this housekeeper.

Even if Han Biao was a little frightened by this housekeeper, he didn't dare to offend this housekeeper easily.

......

When Han Biao left the Han Mansion, he escaped from the cage like the bird, and the fish swam into the sea, full of joy, light steps, high spirits, and a smile on his face.

"Finally come out, this time out, you must have a good time, I haven't come out for so many days, I don't know how many girls have contracted lovesickness, I have to moisturize them well. ”

Han Biao's eyes turned wildly, and he kept glancing at the body of the woman walking on the street, and whenever he saw some beautiful figures, a pair of eyes seemed to bloom with light, very bright.

"Look, this figure is graceful and graceful, and the mountains are undulating. ”

"This is also good, concave and convex, born with a fairy cave, infinite scenery in the dangerous peak. ”

"This is not good, the legs are too short. ”

"This doesn't work, my chest is flat, like a man, and I don't have any taste. ”

The women who came and went flashed in Han Biao's eyes, and he kept commenting while watching, this time when he came out, he had already decided in his heart that he must be looking for a beautiful woman to get to the mansion to enjoy it wantonly, so that he could vent the pure yang essence accumulated over the past few days.

A group of people, when they walked on the streets of Baiyang City, had already attracted everyone's attention, and for the people of Baiyang City, they were already familiar with Han Biao's face.

As soon as I saw that this person was on the street, they were so frightened that their faces were colorless, and those women who were slightly beautiful and had a sense of shame in their hearts hid their faces at a very fast speed, and only those shameless women would greet Han Biao uncontrollably, hoping to have a one-night joy with the son of the Han Mansion.

"Let's go, that jackal from Hanfu has come out to patrol the streets again. ”

"This dog-day thing, when I go to the street, I will go to flirt with a woman from a good family, and when I see something I like, I will go directly to get it, and I won't give money. ”

"How can there be such a person in our Baiyang City, how can he not be killed by God's thunder. ”

"I wish he would die at once, so that he would not bring evil to the world. ”

Seeing Han Biao's locals, they gritted their teeth at Han Biao one by one, but they also dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, even if they dared to speak, they were just cursing in private.

"Isn't this Han Biao?"

In the crowd, Lin Lei and Li Cuiling, who had just come out of Wenchang Street after buying things, turned their eyes, and they happened to see Han Biao who was showing off his might.

Han Biao led his minions to wander the streets, and bumped into a foreign mother and daughter.

When he saw that the young woman was as beautiful as a flower, he suddenly became lustful and wanted to come forward and flirt.

The old mother beside her was busy protecting her daughter and asked loudly: "Who are you? Why are you so unreasonable, aren't you afraid of the king's law?"

"Wang Fa, the little master is Wang Fa, dodge!" he said, and pushed her to the ground with a wave of his hand.

Then, like a hungry wolf, he pounced on the girl.

The girl ran away, after all, it was a three-inch golden lotus, extremely inflexible, and she was about to be caught up by the gangsters, so she stumbled and fell into the river on the side.

Han Biao ordered his subordinates to go to salvage like a mad dog.

But after much effort, and pulling the girl up, he realized that she had drowned.

Her mother was in pain, so she grabbed Han Biao to go to the official theory, Han Biao kicked her violently and said, "Old woman, your daughter is looking for death by herself, she can't complain about me, get out!"

And he walked away. Only the old woman crying and grabbing the ground was left, and a group of onlookers were left.

Lin Lei, who was in the distance, saw it, his heart was full of anger, his brows furrowed, and he took out his pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and traced it.

Kind-hearted passers-by took out copper coins to support the poor old woman, and suddenly heard someone exclaim: "This girl is not dead!"

Everyone looked intently, and saw that the girl's body had reacted slightly, and suddenly, she opened her eyes, coughed up a few mouthfuls of water, and gradually regained her senses.

The old woman hugged her daughter: "My miserable child, you can scare me to death!"

Suddenly, I heard another exclamation: "Look at this picture!"

Only then did everyone see a scroll on the ground, and the person in the painting was the drowning girl, who seemed to be lifted out of the river by the water, and everyone couldn't help but be amazed.

A few lines of small words loom on the painting: Be reborn, stay away quickly, bring this painting with you, you can avoid the disaster star.

Only then did everyone remember that this painting was made by Lin Lei, and at this moment, he had long since disappeared.

"Is he a man of God who has not yet known the prophet?"

"Leave that alone, just do it. ”

With the help of everyone, the mother and daughter took the picture scroll and left in a hurry.

At this moment, Han Biao was bored and went to a theater alone.

When he was hearing the emotion, a roe deer-headed minion ran outside the door: "Childe, the woman who fell into the water today did not drown, and now she has gone to the south of the city with her mother!"

When Han Biao heard this, he immediately became interested: "Quick, take me quickly!"

"Childe, why do you need to come out for such a trivial matter, I will call the brothers to invite her. ”

Han Biao was overjoyed: "Okay, I'll go to Baixian Building to book a banquet, and you have to respectfully invite the two of them here." ”

In the evening, Han Biao sat in the private room of Baixian Building, waiting for the arrival of the beauty.

At this moment, there was the sound of light footsteps outside the door, and then there was the sound of the door opening softly, and a figure appeared in the doorway.

When he looked up, his face suddenly changed! At this moment, it was not the beautiful girl he was looking forward to pushing the door in, but a young scholar in green clothes.

"Who are you, how did you come here!" the scholar in Tsing Yi said quietly: "Childe, please don't get me wrong, I'm just a painting seller." ”

As he spoke, he took out a few scrolls of calligraphy and painting from the cloth bag behind his back and raised them in front of Han Biao.

Han Biao replied coldly: "Master, I have something to do today, I have no intention of talking nonsense with you, leave quickly!"

The scholar in Tsing Yi was not angry, but stepped forward with a smile: "My painting is not an ordinary product, you will definitely be fascinated after seeing it!"

As he spoke, his eyes fixed on Han Biao's cheeks.

It's strange to say that after Han Biao's eyes made contact with him, he suddenly felt like an electric shock, and for a while, he was a little dizzy.

He replied blankly: "In that case, please submit calligraphy and paintings!"

The scholar in Tsing Yi took a scroll of paintings and slowly unfolded it, Han Biao looked up and couldn't help but be surprised.

This is a fine brushwork, the scenery in the painting is vivid, and it is indeed a rare treasure in the world. "This, this painting is so weird!

The scholar in Tsing Yi smiled and said, "Childe, there are many wonderful points in this painting, please take a closer look." ”

Han Biao immediately came to his senses, he stretched his neck and leaned over.

At this moment, the scholar in Tsing Yi slowly approached, and his right hand suddenly pushed behind him, Han Biao suddenly felt dizzy, his body was unstable, and he actually fell forward.

In an instant, it was pitch black in front of him, and there was a gust of wind in his ears, which frightened him to close his eyes.

I don't know how many times he suffered, but the light suddenly brightened in front of him, he looked up, and couldn't help but exclaim: "How did I come to the painting, am I dreaming?"

It turns out that the scene here is the courtyard in the painting. He was instantly horrified: "Hit the ghost, hit the ghost!"

In a panic, Han Biao looked around to find the figure of the scholar in Tsing Yi, but there was no trace.

"Is that scholar a demon?

Thinking of this, he became more and more frightened.

When he was amazed, he heard the sound of footsteps behind him, and when he looked back, he saw a bright red figure looming in the green bamboo forest, and it was a delicate girl walking slowly.