Chapter 288 Time flies

Where is this? Zhao Haoran opened his eyes and found that he was lying in a large carved **. There was a faint sandalwood fragrance in the room, showing the extraordinary taste of the owner, and there was a cup of steaming tea on the table in front of him.

It seems that he was beaten in the inn, and then Zhao Haoran frowned, but found that he couldn't remember anything.

"Wake up, wake up, go and call the master."

The maid who was about to clean the room found Zhao Haoran's eyes open and immediately shouted. The identity of the guest was not simple. The master actually vacated his room and served him in person. He really couldn't see what this depressed middle-aged man could do.

Zhao Haoran sat up. Not long after, he heard a loud laugh, "Great, you all retreat."

"Brother Zhao, do you still recognize me?" In front of him is an old man with a smile, with a straight waist, but the old man can't hide it.

Zhao Haoran thought for a long time and shook his head. He didn't understand why this man called him big brother.

"Hahaha, Brother Zhao, I'm Zhong Ming. You helped us modify our Zhong family's swordsmanship back then."

In a trance, Zhao Haoran's thoughts flew to a hundred years ago. He had just escaped from the pursuit of the Eight Gate School. It was Zhong Nanhai and his wife who saved him, and then regained the position of the head of the family for Zhong Nanhai. Zhong Ming was still the teenager with a slightly curious eyes in his mind. There was really no way to get with the old man in front of him. Overlap.

Only a few looks between the eyebrows have not changed. "It turned out to be you, Minger, but I didn't expect you to be so... It's so big."

"Yes, now that the children and grandchildren are full, the power of the Zhong family has gradually expanded, mainly relying on the modified power of the Zhong family's swordsmanship." No one has called Zhong Ming like this for many years, which makes him sound very kind.

Zhao Haoran smiled and said, "It has nothing to do with me. I can only say that you are a good family leader. No matter how good your martial arts are, you can't solve any problems."

Speaking of this, Zhao Haoran can't help but feel a pain in his heart. His cultivation may be higher than that of the leaders of those sects, but what can Haiya still not want to be the bride of others.

Zhong Ming smiled, and the wrinkles on his face appeared. No matter how high the martial arts were, there was no way to resist the natural law of life, old age, illness and death.

"Bear by the way, Brother Zhao, why did you come here?"

"If you don't mention it, let you see my ugly side."

Zhong Ming did not ask again. After all, he is a person who has lived for hundreds of years. He has heard widely. Zhao Haoran has not changed much from what he looked like a hundred years ago. He should be the rumored immortal. If there is really any problem, I'm afraid he can't solve it with his ability.

Over the years, Zhong Ming's respect for Zhao Haoran has never changed from the bottom of his heart. He can see that Zhao Haoran's current situation seems to be something wrong. "Brother Zhao, have a good rest. This is your home. Don't be polite and tell me directly if you have anything."

Zhao Haoran nodded and did not refuse. The divine consciousness left in Zhong Ming's body subtly affected his body, otherwise the martial artist would not have entered the country so quickly. He still remembered that Zhong Ming wanted to become a soul man, but he did not agree to him. This road was indeed a road of no return.

The higher the cultivation, Zhao Haoran feels smaller and smaller. This smallness comes not only from the fear of higher cultivation, but also from some information received inexplicably.

The consciousness of the right arm of the ancient gods and demons has not been completely destroyed, but exists in another way. Zhao Haoran can feel it. One day, it will wake up.

According to time, Haiya should have become Zhang Fengnian's double cultivation partner at this moment. Zhao Haoran's mouth has a bitter smile. Maybe it is the best ending if he doesn't appear.

"Uncle Hai, you are so beautiful."

"Yes, our Uncle Hai is recognized as the most beautiful woman in the Eighth School. It is the blessing of Zhang Fengnian to marry a senior sister."

"Zhang Fengnian of the Wudang School is also young and talented. The delay in this wedding is his attention. It seems that he personally went to find Tianshan Xuelian for his uncle, which is said to be good for his uncle's injury."

Haiya held her chin in her hands and looked out of the window. "Okay, you little girl, go out. I want to be quiet alone."

Several disciples of Lanhai Sect did not dare to stay longer. They went out with a smile and still kept discussing.

Why are you unhappy? Haiya doesn't understand, but at this moment it has become a forgative conclusion, and no one can change it. Lanhaizong and Wudang School are both famous in the soul martial arts continent, and such a big event has declared the world. This time, Zhang Fengnian's self-made delay of marriage has aroused the dissatisfaction of ruthless Taoists.

However, Hai Fengtao agreed without hesitation, so as to show Zhang Fengnian's sincerity and not let his daughter suffer grievances.

It is said that Zhang Fengnian is not bad, but Haiya felt that she had never been moved, but she did not feel disgusted when she proposed the marriage, so it was finalized, and her fate was decided, but no one knew the deep depression in her heart.

"Master Zhao, you're here again. It would be good for us to do these rough work. If the master knows how to punish us." The speaker is a middle-aged man in gray cloth, named Zhong San, a gardener of the Zhong family. Years have carved a deep imprint on his face, and he is always nervous when facing Zhao Haoran.

Zhao Haoran smiled and said, "How many times have you said it? You just need to call my name in the future. Master, I am willing to come to build flowers and plants. Even if Zhong Ming comes, he can't blame you."

"Yes, yes." Zhong San's face was sad. He really didn't know how Zhao Haoran's brain grew. He put a good room without resting and insisted on running to this back garden to build flowers and plants. Isn't it nothing to look for trouble, but he only dared to think about it in his heart and dared not say it on the surface.

In the past few days, everyone knows that Zhao Haoran is a distinguished guest of Zhong Ming. Judging's attitude, he seems to regard himself as a junior, and the subordinates are even more trembling for fear of making Zhao Haoran unhappy and dismiss him. Although he is a subordinate, the Zhong family gives a lot of money, which cuts his forehead and squeezes in. It can't be because of negligence. If you lose a good position, you will lose a lot.

However, Zhao Haoran is very peaceful and will not deliberately trouble others. Even if sometimes he does something inappropriately, Zhao Haoran just smiled and did not blame him, which made these servants responsible for serving him much more relieved.

Only at this time can he really calm down. Zhao Haoran breathes evenly, his body's aura squeezes in, and slowly moves the shifting meridians in his body. Naturally, the servants of the Zhong family can't see all this. For Zhao Haoran's special hobby, they all have Some headaches.

"Uncle Zhao, Uncle Zhao, you have to help me this time." A chubby little boy ran over to Zhao Haoran breathlessly.

Zhong San's black face, "Little rabbit, how many times have I told you to call you master, or your buttocks will bloom."

Zhao Haoran stopped Zhong San and said, "Okay, don't embarrass Erhu. I asked him to call like this. Go ahead. I'll call you if anything happens."

Zhong San smiled at Zhao Haoran and turned his head with a threatening expression on his face, afraid that this son would do anything out of the way. Zhao Haoran saw all this.

"Come here, Erhu, tell me, what's wrong?" Zhao Haoran was quite fond of this chubby little boy. He told Zhao Haoran everything he had to say. He would talk about everything in a few days, which was even more intimate than his own father.

The second tiger has just passed ten years old. Because he has been in Zhongfu since he was a child, he has eaten much better than those poor people outside. His whole body is fleshy, but he runs slowly.

"Uncle Zhao, that dog bullied me, and you have to avenge me."

Zhao Haoran was stunned, "Didn't you tell me yesterday that you were happy to play together?"

Erhu shook his head vigorously and felt that his mouth was high. "The dog egg is too bad. Originally, the fat girl wanted to follow me, but... Result..."

As he spoke, he cried sadly and angrily, and tears hung on his face, as if he had been greatly wronged.

Zhaoran also knows who the fat girl is. He often hears Erhu talk about marrying her as his daughter-in-law. Naturally, Zhao Haoran will not take it seriously what a ten-year-old child said, "Slowly, what's wrong with the dog egg?"

"Today, the three of us played together. The fat girl who was talking was my daughter-in-law. I don't know why the dog didn't agree. I had to let the fat girl be his daughter-in-law, I, I..."

Zhao Haoran had a bitter face and didn't expect him to come to solve this ridiculous problem for a child one day. "Then what do you think I should do?"

Erhu was very happy when he heard it, "I can't beat him. Uncle Zhao, please help me beat him up so that he doesn't dare to grab fat with me anymore."

Erhu is really smart and clever. Although he is not old, he speaks logically. He doesn't look like a ten-year-old child. What he first thought of was not of was Zhong San, because he felt that his father was far less powerful than Uncle Zhao. The child's directness was the most sensitive, and Uncle Zhao was kind to people and should be easy to talk to.

"I can't help you. Since Fatty is not your daughter-in-law, forget it. This kind of thing can't be forced."

"No." Erhu blushed. Unexpectedly, Zhao Haoran directly rejected his suggestion, turned around, turned his head and was ready to run away.

"Where are you going?" Zhao Haoran grabbed Erhu's shoulder, but he was just a ten-year-old boy. There was no room for resistance under Zhao Haoran's power.

However, this boy was very stubborn. He bowed his head and tried his best to break away from Zhao Haoran's control, which was also Zhao Haoran appreciated most. He seemed to see his own shadow.

"What's the matter? Because of this little thing, I still don't talk to Uncle Zhao." Zhao Haoran asked with a smile.

(I have entered the final stage. I have to update the previous plot. I may update less. Please forgive me)