Several people who rushed up were stunned by her resolute gaze and could not help but stop. Everyone was stalemate, very quiet, and only the person who had just been hit on the shoulder squatted on the ground and cried.

At this moment, a sneer came from behind. Everyone turned around and saw a man strode towards him. His eyes were sharp, his lips were firm, and his skin was dark and shiny. Someone knew him, and it was Zhang Huan, the Eighteen Lang that Lin Pingping was looking for.

The disciples of the Zhang family went a long way and watched him walk past silently. Some people gloat about it, but more people were full of worry, and some even prepared to sneak away. Things were a bit big.

When Lin Pingping saw Zhang Huan, her tense heart suddenly relaxed. She hurriedly ran to him, her eyes turned red, and she pointed at the group of Zhang family's children and said, "Zhang Shiba, they bullied me!"

Zhang Huan nodded, pulled her behind him casually, raised his eyes and looked directly at Zhang Xuan and said, "The world is so big, there are so many aristocratic families. I, Zhang, can be the fifth one. I, is this a difficult task to get goodness? Since you are the legitimate man of Zhang and the eldest son of the family, you are expected by everyone. You should be in a broad mind and seek to be heard and gained from the world. But don't you feel that your words and deeds today are a disgrace to your identity?"

At this time, Zheng Qingming and Song Lianyu also rushed over after hearing the news. They guarded Zhang Huan from left to right. Zheng Qingming even threw off his hat and put on a stance of the overlord pulling the tripod. Judging from his meaning, he was preparing to die together.

Zhang Xuan stared at him tightly, his lips twitched violently, and his eyes gradually became vicious, "Good cursing! I, Zhang Xuan, have never been scolded like this since I was a child. It's good, I just like to make things difficult for good, especially for women."

He glanced back at Lin Pingping, smiled coldly and said, "Miss Lin's second lady, please go back and tell your father that I will take back the land of Linzhitang, and within three days, your Lin family will get out of here!"

"And you!"

When he turned around, his eyes staring at Zhang Huan immediately became gloomy, "You are the illegitimate son. My clan's rules clearly state that you will not be humiliated. If you violate the scepter, you will be 100 sticks. If you do not kowtow and confess your guilt to me within three days, I will personally take the stick and break your spine!"

"Since you think I am insulting you, then wait for me to kowtow to you and confess your guilt!" Zhang Huan smiled faintly, and he turned around and pulled Lin Pingping, "Let's go!"

But as soon as he took a few steps, he suddenly heard a flattering voice, "Young Master, he doesn't know which Taoist priest is a bastard. If you hit him, you will defile your hands. It's better for the young one to do it for you!"

Zhang Huan turned around suddenly, with a pair of mustaches, a pair of thief-like eyes, and Zhang Xuan's smug smile. Zhang Huan's pupils shrank rapidly into a crack, slowly rolling through a murderous intent!

He didn't say a word, and pulled Lin Pingping to take big steps and then left.

The gate of the academy gradually became quiet, and everyone left one after another, but no one noticed that in the pine forest next to him was an old man with a crane-haired and young face standing. The breeze through the forest blew his snow-like crystal hair. His waist was straight and his eyes were deep. He looked at Zhang Huan's gradually moving his long snow-white beards and nodded slowly.

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"Wow!" A large bucket of water fell from the sky, like a bright white brocade, pouring Zhang Huan moist from head to toe, "Okay! Uncle Mute."

Zhang Huan made a gesture, and a hunched old man slowly took back the wooden barrel. A surprise flashed in his turbid old eyes. It was still daytime, was he going to swim? He couldn't speak, so he turned around silently and went back to the house, brought a few iron sand bags, and tied them to his limbs.

Zhang Huan's eyes were calm. He slowly walked out of the yard and came to the riverside. He jumped into the river. The cold river water immediately wrapped his whole body. His body was sinking rapidly. A hint of green light in front of him disappeared. His thoughts and body fell into a dark world. He liked water. Only in the water can his whole body and mind be completely relaxed and his thoughts can be clear and thorough.

‘He doesn’t know which Taoist priest he is yet to be a beast!’

The evil slave's words deeply hurt him. His mother's life experience has always been a mystery. When he was ten years old, he suddenly became a monk and became a Taoist. In the Zhang family, this is a big and small mysterious thing.

But if the "mysterious" does not have an answer, many unspeakable things will arise in the hearts of boring people. Although he cannot stop their dreams, he will never allow anyone to publicly insult his mother.

His feet had already touched the bottom of the river, and his body rebounded, as if a gray water dragon rushed upwards in the faint green water. At the moment when it came out of the water, a poisonous plan to kill people with a knife had already flown into his mind.

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Dusk is the beginning of the night, and the night is the best cover for warmth. The Zhang family mansion is extremely busy at dusk, and the air is filled with restlessness and expectation for the night.

Zhang Huan turned sideways and asked two maids who delivered food to the inner courtyard to step into the gate of the inner courtyard, "Is there anything Shibalang?" Several guards of the ward guards stopped him politely. Although the clan rules did not prohibit the concubine's son from entering the inner courtyard, the inner courtyard was full of young women, so we had to ask clearly.

He smiled slightly at several guards, pointed inside, and shrugged helplessly. Although he said nothing, the servants seemed to understand. They looked at Zhang Huan with pity and made a way out.

Perhaps because of the fear that the servants would steal, the more they went inside, the fewer the servants would be in the guard house. Soon, Zhang Huan had already arrived at the largest inner house in the Zhang clan mansion. There was a family named Ruohao and his legitimate sons living here. Although it was just an inner house, the land still occupied a large scale, like a huge flower. In the middle was a delicate and elegant two-story red main building. This was the residence of Ruohao. Around it, there were five or six small courtyards arranged side by side like petals, all of which were bungalows. This was for the legitimate sons who had already started a family. Each single courtyard had three entrances. Outside, there were close maids and servants living in a row of houses, and there were several small houses for miscellaneous items. In the middle was the place where the owners usually lived and lived, and the innermost was the bedroom, where the legitimate sons and his wives and concubines lived.

Zhang Xuan's house is the first one at the left of the entrance. A high courtyard wall symbolically surrounded the house. At this time, Zhang Xuan and his wife went to the main building to have a meal with their father. The door was closed. It was time to eat. There was no one in the yard and it was very quiet. Zhang Huan's eyes swept to both sides, flashed into the yard, and then hid in the utility room.

As night and dusk gradually came, men from each mansion returned to their mansions one after another, and the Zhang mansion became lively. At this time, Zhang Xuan's voice came from the yard, and then the coquettish smile of a young woman sounded.

Zhang Huan's eyes passed through a pane and saw several people standing in the yard. In the middle, Zhang Xuan was a little drunk. Next to him was a young woman in palace clothes. She was standing in the dark. Although she couldn't see her face clearly, she should be Zhang Xuan's wife from the outfit. She was the granddaughter of the Shannan Wang family and Zhang Xuan's cousin.

But Zhang Huan was not paying attention to her. He was paying attention to two people. First, a charming young woman, wearing a nearly transparent gauze dress, with red powder on her face and picturesque eyebrows. She was Zhang Huan's favorite concubine Hua Erniang, and the coquettish laughter just now was her.

The other person was Zhang Erliu, the evil slave who insulted him at noon this day. He was Zhang Xuan's personal book boy and also lived outside the yard. At this time, he stood behind Zhang Xuan, bowed to accompany him to smile. His pair of thief eyes secretly glanced at Hua Erniang's body from time to time. Zhang Huan's eyes gradually narrowed, and he smiled coldly, and his body disappeared into the darkness.

The night gradually became deeper and the mansion began to quiet. Because Zhang Ruohao was in the mansion, the rules were a little stricter than usual. The children of the Zhang family did not dare to do anything randomly, so they washed their feet and went to bed early, and gradually fell asleep.

At the fourth update, it was when people were sleeping well that a black shadow quietly appeared under the window of Zhang Erliu's room. He gently pried with a small iron rod, and a crack was opened in the window. Zhang Huan jumped in.

The room was very dark and quiet, but his eyesight had already adapted to the darkness. He could see Zhang Erliu sleeping on the ground with a smile on his face, and he didn't know what kind of dreams he was having.

Zhang Huan stared at the two ugly beards. He sneered. Before he could wake up, he slashed on his earlobe with a palm. Zhang Erliu groaned and fainted.

Zhang Huan bent down and carried him on his shoulders, then put on his shoes, still went out of the window, ran along the wall, and quickly climbed over a flower wall and entered the backyard.

Zhang Xuan had not achieved fame and fortune, and according to the clan rules, he only had one wife and one concubine. The main house was naturally the residence of Zhang Xuan and his wife, while the side house was the residence of his concubine Hua Erniang, which was obvious at a glance.

Zhang Huan carried Zhang Erliu through a bamboo forest, came to the window of the side room, dipped his fingers a little saliva and poked a hole in the window paper, and looked inside quietly. This was the outer room, which was simple to arrange. There was a maid sleeping on the ground. Zhang Huan walked back a few steps, came to another window, and poked a hole. The curtains were not full, and a faint fragrance came to his nose. The room was elegantly arranged, and a copper tripod was flashing in the corner of the room, and a wisp of blue smoke was coming out.

Zhang Huan cried out inwardly, and there was only one woman sleeping on the couch. Zhang Xuan did not come here to spend the night. It must be that her coquettish smile aroused the dissatisfaction of his wife Wang.

Without further ado, Zhang Huan took off Zhang Erliu's clothes in two strokes, threw them under the window, jumped over, and carried him into the room.

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Hua Erniang suddenly woke up from her dream. She found a thin, naked body pressing on her body, and she was also naked. She was so scared that she screamed wildly, pushing Zhang Erliu out. She suddenly grabbed the torn dress, covered her breasts, and cried with all her might.

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By the river, Zhang Huan took a deep breath, jumped into the river, and with a "thump", the river water passed over his head, immediately isolated the faint roar from a distance from a dark world.
Chapter completed!