Chapter 192 Compassionate Han Changshuo

Kuixingfang City, a certain inn.

In a certain guest room, there was a pile of clothes scattered on the floor. Han Changjiong and Lu Yue lay naked on the same bed.

Han Changjiong showed a satisfied expression on his face. The emperor paid off the rich. He spent thousands of spirit stones on Lu Yue and finally won Lu Yue.

Han Changjiong is a beginner with no experience, but Lu Yue knows a lot and serves Han Changjiong very comfortably. Han Changjiong feels that Lingshi is not in vain.

"Han Lang, you can't let the slave family down, the slave family will be yours from now on."

Lu Yue's face was full of charm, and her voice was whiny.

She originally hoped to have a ceremony and formally marry Han Changjiong as a concubine, but Han Changjiong couldn't resist her temptation, and was in a hurry to do something, Lu Yue couldn't shirk it, so she gave it to Han Changjiong.

Han Changjiong gave an evil smile, and said with a smirk: "Don't worry! Follow me, I will guarantee you delicious food and spicy food, but you have to save a little on spending spirit stones, I am a second-level talisman maker, and I can't help you spend so much, life is not like this of."

Han Changjiong really likes Lu Yue, what a man he is! It's okay, Han Changming has married his sister Hua, and it's not too much for Han Changjiong to have a concubine.

Lu Yue had already spent thousands of spirit stones on him, and no matter how many spirit stones Han Changjiong had, he couldn't help spending so much.

"I know, I just want to see Han Lang's attitude, I will rely on you from now on."

Lu Yue's whole body was attached to Han Changjiong's body, her beautiful eyes were as tender as water.

Han Changjiong smirked and said, "Han Lang? It's time to change your name."

"Husband."

Lu Yue's voice was so sweet that Han Changjiong felt like he was going to fly.

"Ma'am, I'm not full yet, come again?"

Lu Yue's face was full of charm, and the bedding bulged up.

"hiss!"

Han Changjiong took a deep breath, grasped the quilt with both hands, and felt that the three souls and seven souls were about to leave the body. The feeling cannot be described in words.

In a secret room, a middle-aged man with an elegant face and a young woman in a green skirt are playing chess.

"How is it? Brother Seventeen, did the fish take the bait?"

The young woman in the green dress took a sip of spiritual tea and asked with a smile.

"That fat man is notoriously lustful. It's hard for him not to take the bait. This matter should not be rushed. It needs to be done slowly. It blocks our way of making money. If he wants to die, then we can't blame us for being cruel. If you want to blame, blame his surname Han. "

At the end of the middle-aged man's words, a cold light appeared in his eyes.

"Brother Seventeen, you have to be careful, don't show off your feet, it would be bad if your family gets involved, that Han Changming of the Han family is powerful, and he has been in the limelight in the past few years, and the number of foundation-building monks in the Han family is increasing. recovered."

The young woman in the green skirt exhorted a little worriedly. When Han Changming was mentioned, her eyes were full of jealousy.

When the Han family was prosperous, there were more than a dozen foundation-building monks. Later, many of the foundation-building monks of the Han family died, and now they are slowly recovering.

Several major events have occurred in the Red Algae Sea Area in the past few years. One is that many cultivating families attacked Huoyunmen, and the other was a fight with the Golden Eagle Sect in the Golden Eagle Sea Area. Han Changming participated in both of these incidents and gained a lot of limelight.

"Don't worry! Lu Yue is not our peripheral personnel, but just a pawn. Even if she rebelled, she would not implicate our family. Let the Han family and the Chen family dog ​​bite the dog! No matter who dies or is injured, our family will not Affected, Han Changming is a character. We have worked hard over the years to weaken the strength of the Han family with the help of the Chen family. After Han Changming established the foundation, he helped the Han family recover. This son cannot be kept. We must find a way to get rid of him Just do it."

The young woman in the green skirt nodded and said, "That's right, but this matter can't be rushed. We must find a safe way. It's best to use the hands of the Chen family to get rid of Han Changming, or use the power of Tinghai Pavilion. In short, we can't Show up."

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, nodded and said, "It's natural, I'll take care of things, don't worry."

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Tinghai Pavilion, a certain valley full of exotic flowers and plants.

In the valley there is a courtyard with blue bricks and white tiles. In the center of the courtyard is a lake of more than ten acres. A three-storey blue attic stands in the middle of the lake. The lake is surrounded by a large spiritual field, where more than a dozen kinds of spiritual medicines are planted. The cyan spirit butterfly dances lightly in the spiritual field.

There is a blue stone pavilion next to the blue attic. Five men and two women are drinking tea and chatting, and Han Changshuo is also there.

The one with the highest cultivation was a ruddy old man in green robe. The old man in green robe had a shrewd face and a mustache.

"Senior Brother Yang, today is your birthday, and I don't have anything good for you. I give you this altar of century-old Drunken Immortal Dew. It was taken from the treasure house of our Han family. Our patriarch is reluctant to drink it."

Han Changshuo took out an exquisite wine jar and handed it to the old man in green robe.

Cultivating immortals is not only about fighting and killing, it is also necessary to know the world.

With the help of his family's financial resources, Han Changshuo made friends with the powerful fellows and paved the way for his future.

The green-robed old man's surname is Yang and his name is Zhenli. He is the deputy head of the Deacon Hall of Tinghai Pavilion, and is responsible for the assignment of Tinghai Pavilion disciples. This is a fat post.

Yang Zhenli is the uncle of Yang Zhenzhen's family. He has been in Tinghai Pavilion for more than a hundred years. He works seriously and has won the trust of the head of Tinghai Pavilion.

Yang Zhenli is a wine lover, and Han Changshuo naturally fell in love with him. This altar of drunken dew has been stored in the Han family's treasure house for a hundred years. For wine lovers, it is definitely an irresistible temptation.

"Junior Brother Han has a heart, but I can't accept it. If this matter gets out, other colleagues will think that the old man is taking benefits in disguise. If it gets to the ears of the Law Enforcement Hall, it will be troublesome."

Yang Zhenli showed a righteous expression on his face, and politely refused.

"Senior brother Yang is joking. You have worked hard for the sect for many years and worked hard. Listen to Haige, who doesn't admire senior brother Yang? My younger brother is a man who admires senior brother Yang. A jar of spiritual wine is nothing more than a bribe. If senior brother Yang doesn't accept it, I just look down on my little brother."

At the end of Han Changshuo's speech, a serious expression appeared on his face.

He was originally a key training object of the Han family, and he knew nothing about human relationships and sophistication. After getting started, he suffered a lot. After getting started for a long time, he gradually became more tactful.

"Senior Brother Yang, just accept it! If you don't even accept Brother Han's spiritual wine, we won't dare to give you a congratulatory gift. What's the matter with sending something between brothers in the same school? People in the Hall of Deacons celebrate their birthdays. It’s not about confiscating gifts.”

Yang Zhenzhen smiled and smoothed things over. She and Yang Zhenli belonged to the same clan, but in public, she had to address her senior brother and her clan uncle in private.

"That's right! Brother Yang, it's just a pot of spiritual wine."

Others agreed one after another. If Yang Zhenli didn't accept Han Changshuo's spiritual wine, they wouldn't dare to offer congratulatory gifts.

Yang Zhenli showed a look of embarrassment, nodded and said: "Okay! Don't make an example! This altar of drunken fairy dew, I will accept it."

Han Changshuo smiled, and said enthusiastically, "Senior Brother Yang, this glass of wine is my respect to you, let's do it first."

He raised his wine glass and drank the wine in the glass.

Others raised their glasses and toasted Yang Zhenli.

An hour later, everyone went back to their homes, and Han Changshuo also went back home.

Moisturizing things silently, Han Changshuo needs to contact Yang Zhenli more if he wants Yang Zhenli to arrange a good errand.

If you don't communicate with each other usually, and ask for help when you have something to do, who will take care of you?

This is what Han Zhangxiang taught Han Changshuo. Han Changshuo didn't understand it before, but now he understands it.

I can't believe it.