Inscription of Different Cases

The fact that Han Lang returned to the Han family's ancestral home was like falling into a piece of cake in the refugee team, and there were people surrounding him everywhere.He was like an unlucky guy who was kidnapped and sold into the mountains, his eyes were blindfolded, and he was carried all the way into the house in a sedan chair.After coming down, of course, I have to clean up the dust. A group of old servants who are not young directly surrounded me, wiping their faces with cloth towels, rubbing their shoulders and beating their backs.

He was hurriedly changed into clothes, and surrounded by crowds to invite him to dinner.Along the way, he didn't even have the right to speak, no one would listen to what he said, and he would be disciplined if he behaved out of line.After tossing and tossing for two hours, someone finally led him into the pre-packed bedroom, and there were two guards standing at the door, no matter what he said, he would not be let out.Wang'er, who was serving him, was still there, and he added two additional maidservants, and said respectfully to him: "Young master, if you need anything, just ask the maidservants directly."

Not to mention He Yijiu, he didn't even see the rest of the Han family along the way.He felt like a prisoner. Although someone would come up to serve him at the flick of a finger, it was no different from house arrest after all.

How long will this day last?

What exactly is Master Han thinking? Do you think that as long as his freedom is restricted and he is threatened to make him the head of the family, everything will be fine?

Han Lang felt that he was in a situation of isolation and helplessness. No one in the Han family turned to him, and the servants didn't even know what to ask.His daily actions are closely monitored, and the scope of activities is very narrow. So far, he has not even seen the gate of the Han family.Presumably Master Han was still afraid of him escaping, so he had been strictly on guard for a long time, leaving no chance for him to take advantage of it.Now Han Lang didn't dare to hope naively anymore, he decided to stand still and pretend to obey, to see if the Han family would relax their vigilance.

This was really tormenting him, not only did he not dare to ask anything, but he also had to cheat, pretending to care about the Barren Mountains every day.For a while, he asked Wanger if he could take him to see how the disciples of Huangshanliu cultivated, and for a while, he wanted to inquire about the family's situation in recent years.For the food that was delivered, he was full of praise on purpose, and sometimes when he went out, he even praised that the courtyard was well-built and the place was comfortable to live in.Wang'er was as clever as he was clever, but he couldn't hide things. Han Lang saw him laughing at him several times, so he knew what was going on.When this kid went to report to Master Han, he would definitely say that he was infected by the atmosphere at home and didn't want to leave.

But what was strange was that Master Han kept saying that he would be the successor to the patriarch, but he never told him about the situation of the family, how to be the patriarch and what to learn, Han Lang had no idea at all.And he felt that no matter how bad Master Han was, he would have to introduce himself to other relatives. He had to know a few people, but none of these procedures had happened.He did come back, but it was as if he had been hidden in the snow and no one knew about it.

Why is this, could it be that he is still waiting for himself to completely accept his fate?

Han Lang couldn't understand it, since Master Han hadn't appeared in front of him since he came back.He was doing nothing all day long under the watchful eye of his servants. Although he was anxious, he didn't know what to do.

Seeing that seven or eight days had passed, he didn't know where He Yijiu was, and he didn't dare to risk looking for it.That night, he suffered from insomnia again, lying on the couch tossing and turning alone.He really wanted to go outside to get some fresh air, but when he thought of the overly attentive appearance of those maids and servants, his face instantly sank and he didn't want to remember.The night was already very deep, and the moonlight was cool and piercing, slanting in.He saw a bag in the corner of the wall, it was the bag he had been carrying with him all the time, it was checked by the Han family before, and finally returned to him.

He tiptoed off the bed, put on his robe, and leaned against the window alone, lost in thought.A dazzling light flashed outside from time to time, and it was the servants guarding him who were still patrolling the courtyard.Thinking that he was full of martial arts, but he was so aggrieved that he could only hide in the room and sigh. "Feng Buyan" was taken away a long time ago, and now he really can't think of any decent way except passively stalling for time.

He sighed slightly, pushed the burden over with his feet, lifted it on his knees and checked it.There was not much left in it, there was the cinnabar yellow talisman he had brought before going out, a simple silver plate, and a wooden box.Inside the box was the soothing sachet He Yijiu gave him, and the luminous pearl.It's sad to think about it, the night He Yijiu made him a sachet, he happened to have a nightmare, and he didn't take it seriously at first, but he didn't expect it to be an ominous dream.At dawn, He Yijiu was taken away.

Why didn't I think of this layer at the time?Han Lang pressed his forehead remorsefully, feeling the sour and bitter taste in his nostrils.Even if it was the later time, they still met in the prison. If they knew what would happen in the future, they should have escaped with him long ago.Anyway, now he has lost his official position and became a prisoner. Even if he robs the prison, the consequences will not be worse than now.But now... alas.

He put the sachet in front of his nose, and took a slow and greedy breath like a drowning man struggling to get ashore.He also took out Ye Mingzhu, and wrapped it in a cloth towel, for fear that the light would attract the guards outside.Now she looks like a boudoir.He thought to himself mockingly, and simply fetched the kettle on the table, poured some clear water into the silver plate, and then used cinnabar to write and draw on the yellow paper, and performed a round light technique.

During the few days in Zhongyuan, when my cousin came to visit him, he told him to be careful of Mr. Han.What else did he say?By the way, he also said, don't use any spells in front of Master Han.Thinking of this, Han Lang was a little confused.He could understand the first half of the sentence, but he couldn't understand the second half.Forget it, don't use it, now that he is hiding in the house, Mr. Han will definitely not know.

The silver plate gradually glowed, like an immortal moon lamp, dispelling the darkness in the room.Han Lang hurriedly glanced out of the window, and hurried back to the couch with the tray in his hand, lifted the quilt to cover his upper body, and hid himself in the narrow space.Following the brilliance of the night pearl, he saw the water in the plate rippling and becoming clearer, reflecting his own face.Seeing this, he closed his eyes and began to whisper He Yijiu's name.

The water waves became more and more chaotic, and the water surface began to become cloudy.Han Lang thought it was because he didn't have enough spiritual power, so he frowned and tried secretly.After a short while, there was finally a hazy picture in the water, which was the reflection of a huge house.Han Lang looked over and over, and became more and more sure that this was the main house of the Han family where he was, but he wanted to find out the location, but the round light technique didn't respond anyway.

It seems that he still hasn't learned how to do it, only 01:30 slack, but what he sees is enough to make him feel at ease.According to the book, the round light technique cannot find the dead, so He Yijiu is still here, although he doesn't know where he is hidden, but at least he is safe.

The window was not closed tightly, and the cold wind blew in, knocking down the bundle he had placed on the stool.The sudden movement immediately alarmed the guards outside. Seeing several lights approaching quickly, Han Lang hurriedly poured water from the silver plate, wrapped the plate and Ye Mingzhu in his arms, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.The guard arrived soon, opened the door and called "Master".Han Lang pretended to be woken up just now, and murmured in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong, it's in the middle of the night?"

The guard shined a light on the inside of the room, and saw that Han Lang was lying on the bed in an orderly manner, a bag had fallen out of the room, and there was nothing unusual about it.They picked up the bundle and checked it, then put it back in the corner: "Young one is being rude, please forgive me, young master."

"If you have nothing to do, don't disturb people's dreams."

The guard immediately bowed to apologize, turned and left the house.Han Lang hugged these things tightly. Although his face was still gloomy, there was a hint of warmth in his arms.

"Master, master, are you there?"

Early in the morning, just as Han Lang was "arrested" back into the house from the dining room, someone knocked on the door outside.He answered "Come in", Wang'er smiled and pushed the door in, bowed and said: "Master, someone invites you."

"Who?"

"Master Dai, he said he would take the young master to learn the rules."

Anyone who is older in the family is called the master, and Han Lang can't tell who is who. He gets a headache when he hears the word "rule", and he said angrily: "Isn't it that I am not allowed to go out?"

"Master Han allowed this time," Wang'er said respectfully, "Master, please come with me, it will be bad if you delay too long."

Han Lang curled his lips, got up and followed.Wang'er took him all the way to the side courtyard of the mansion before leaving, letting him in alone.Han Lang saw that the place was fairly hidden, but there were still a few guards standing outside, their eyes closely following him.No way, he rolled his eyes, still raised his legs across the threshold, and walked in alone.

He didn't know who this Master Dai was, he presumably must be a relative with a different surname, and he hoped he would be easier to talk to.The interior of the house is very spacious and simple, with a niche in the center, a few sticks of incense sticks burning beside it, two rows of futons neatly arranged on the floor, and nothing else.The windows are wide open, the sun is blocked by clouds and mist, and there is only a faint camel color left on the horizon. In the dim light, floating dust is flying around like fluff.Han Lang covered his mouth and nose and almost sneezed.

"No one has come to this place for some days," a familiar voice sounded from the side, "I'm sorry, only this place is more hidden."

Han Lang followed the prestige and saw that his cousin was standing at the door, smiling very kindly.Only then did Han Lang suddenly realize that his grandmother's surname was Dai, so his cousin must be Master Dai.Uncle finished speaking apologetically, stepped into the room, folded his hands together and muttered a Buddhist name in front of the altar, then turned to Han Lang and said, "I've been here for a few days, I've wronged you."

"It's nothing, I expected this to happen sooner or later." Han Lang rubbed his nose. After staying in this prison-like place for so many days, he finally saw a familiar person. It was hard to hide his joy, "Cousin, long time no see."

"If you voluntarily go home to visit your relatives, then I will be happy, and I will call relatives and friends to help you clean up the dust." Cousin smiled wryly, "I didn't expect that now... alas, it has turned into this situation."

Han Lang felt sad when he heard it, exchanged some pleasantries with him, and immediately asked about He Yijiu's whereabouts.The cousin shook his head to express his ignorance, and sighed: "Your grandfather has already prepared for this time, and your friend may have been taken by him to take care of him at any time."

"Is there really no hope of saving people?"

The uncle still shook his head: "Don't underestimate your grandfather, the No. 14 descendant of Huangshanliu, he knows several times more spells than all of us combined. You know martial arts, I know that, but this is not a fight with others. The fight is so simple. Cousin is here to persuade you from the bottom of his heart, don't take risks."

Han Lang lamented again, such a passive scene made one feel distressed: "Is it true that only by becoming the Patriarch can we find another way?"

When the uncle heard the words, his expression became very strange, with an indescribable evil: "Do you really think that your grandfather took all the troubles to bring you back, and it's really just as simple as letting you be the head of the family?"

This inexplicable sentence made Han Lang seem to be strangled by someone suddenly. Although it was only for a moment, there was an ominous premonition.When he was about to inquire further, there was a sudden sound of brisk footsteps in the atrium outside, and then a person laughed and said, "Brother Han, long time no see."

Han Lang walked to the door and saw that it was indeed Shen Minggui in a Taoist robe, looking at him with a sly smile on his face.Before he could answer, Shen Minggui had already turned to his cousin and said, "Master Dai, I'll excuse you to watch the battle from the sidelines."

"Watching the battle?" Han Lang didn't react, "What do you mean?"

"Let's compete," said Shen Minggui, throwing a cloth bag at his feet directly into Han Lang's hand, "Remember, this is a fighting method. If you dare to use a little bit of martial arts, you will be considered a loser."

Han Lang opened the bag and found several common magic weapons inside.At this time, my uncle had entered the house and moved out two futons, throwing one to each of them.The censer was brought out, the incense sticks were burned, and a white porcelain bowl filled with cinnabar was placed in front of the two of them.Han Lang was confused, saw Shen Minggui had bowed three times facing the east, pulled out a piece of yellow paper and burned it clean.

"Wait, wait!" Han Lang is completely ignorant of this aspect. Although he has read it in books, he has no experience at all. "For no reason, why should I fight with you?"

"It's just a contest." Shen Minggui burned all the yellow paper, raised his right hand, and a row of talismans and seals appeared in his hand like a fan, "It's useless to talk, I'll strike first!"

After speaking, Shen Minggui moved his right hand, and a talisman struck Han Lang's face like a hidden weapon.Han Lang instinctively dodged, but a smear of red flame rose from the talisman in the air, and instantly burned to ashes.At this time, Shen Minggui formed seals with his hands, glanced at Han Lang with his eyes hanging down, and said with a smile, "Brother Han, you have to be careful—show up!"

In an instant, a dark wind blew across the face, and a pitch-black crack appeared out of nowhere in mid-air, right at the place where the talisman disappeared.Shen Minggui changed his fingerprints again, closed his eyes and muttered something, seeing that the crack was getting bigger and bigger, it was as tall as half a person in an instant.Han Lang was in a bad mood, he could only hear ghosts crying, something struggling to crawl out.

Uncle Biao was standing aside and watching, completely ignoring Han Lang's bewildered eyes.The next moment, the crack disappeared, and a ghost appeared in front of him, it was the female ghost who kidnapped him in Yunhai Villa that time!

At this time, Uncle Biao suddenly sighed: "Your cultivation has improved again, and you can even summon ghosts without using a magic circle."

"That's natural," Shen Minggui said leisurely, showing a sly smile, and looked at the bewildered Han Lang provocatively, "Could it be that Brother Han can't even handle this?"

"You--" Han Lang was at a loss for words for a while, feeling that arguing with him would only expose his shortcomings, so he wiped characters on the yellow paper three times and threw them fiercely, "Don't underestimate me!"

The smile on Shen Minggui's lips grew stronger, when the talisman thrown by Han Lang touched the female ghost, she let out a howl, retreated half a step, but did not disappear at all. "Ghost-binding curse? This is too childish," Shen Minggui said, "If brother Han keeps doing this, the poor will take the lead."

After all, the talisman in his hand flew out again, like throwing a boulder in a calm lake, the air waves in mid-air vibrated, and the wind blew against his face.Han Lang didn't dare to be negligent. Fortunately, he had practiced diligently some time ago. Although he was not very proficient, he learned a lot.Seeing the evil spirit rushing towards his face, he hastily bent over to take a mouthful of clean water, formed a golden knife in his hands, spewed out a mouthful of water, and instantly turned into a ball of red lotus flames, scalding the female ghost and screaming. , the body shook a few times, and disappeared out of thin air.

"Good technique!"

The cousin who was watching the battle couldn't help feeling emotional, even Shen Minggui showed an expression of interest, looked at Han Lang and said: "It seems that although you have no one to help you, you have learned something."

Han Lang gave him a gouged look, and said in a deep voice, "What on earth are you going to do? Is it to test whether I have the qualifications to be the head of the family?"

"Well..." Shen Minggui dragged his voice on purpose, and made seals with his hands again. This time it was obviously much more complicated than before.Han Lang felt vaguely ominous, and the air froze in an instant. Although the surrounding scene did not change, there was a suffocating silence.

"If this formula can be resolved, Pindao will think about it and tell you."