The new year is here, haha, what about red envelopes? How can there be no red envelopes for the New Year?

"Finally, you and me are the only ones left."

Han Qing smiled proudly, hypocritical and greedy eyes flashed.

Tan Weiran curled his lips: "Han Qing, if I were you, if I had even a little bit of self-knowledge, I wouldn't be smiling anymore. Because your smile is not so ugly, it's simply disgusting."

"Unsight? Disgusting? Who knows, haha." Han Qing looked around. The huge courtyard was empty, and only the slow flowing water flowed quietly between the rockery and the artificial lake: "It's like you and Xu Ming got a treasure, but who knows? Last time, I was still confused by you."

Last time? Tan Weiran was shocked. When he thought about it, he suddenly realized that Han Qing’s purpose was not for the last “treasure”, right? It was really not ordinary persistence.

Han Qing, who was staring at Tan Weiran, caught his expression and laughed immediately, saying, "Tell you a secret. Actually, I hate you aristocratic families."

"You aristocratic families who were born with golden spoons in their mouths have been frugal since childhood. Some of them are natural and earthly treasures to cleanse the marrow. They eat all of them, which are used to delay the stasis of the meridians. Children from ordinary families can only sit helplessly and watch the meridians increase the stasis bit by bit, and are helpless."

The huge difference in living environment will make the aristocratic family have a higher starting point in the birth of meridians, which is an indisputable fact. Even if the shameless aristocratic family is, I feel embarrassed to deny it in person.

As Han Qing spoke, his face, which was not much and hypocritical, gradually faded away: "You have had a good family background and good interpersonal relationships since childhood. You can rely on the connections between family and elders since childhood to join major sects, quickly become disciples of inner sects, and receive careful guidance from the master. But what about the children of ordinary families?"

"Ordinary children can only climb up step by step and show themselves step by step. By relying on talent and hard work, they have few opportunities to join some sects that are not big or strong. Then they have to have good relationships with their fellow disciples and try to please their masters, so that they have the opportunity to receive careful teaching."

Tan Weiran knew that Han Qing was right, just like when he joined the Xingtian Sect, his father and Xu Daoning had a certain role in it. Many times, it is also an indisputable fact that aristocratic families have this.

However... if you say you need to please your master, it is purely because Han Qing is too extreme. Whether it is competition or having a good relationship with your fellow disciples, it is inevitable and has nothing to do with your identity. If you say that the degree of careful teaching of disciples is different, it is simply certain. Inner disciples cannot expect to be treated as true disciples.

What a sect cares about is not the family background of the disciple, but the achievements of the disciple. How much can you learn, what step you can go, and whether you can inherit the martial arts and even morals of the sect.

But Han Qing didn't think so, especially when he remembered that he had been excited many times and rushed to join major sects, but he was often defeated during the assessment, and people even said that he was not talented or mentally ill.

As a result, he saw the aristocratic families joining those sects with satisfaction, but he could only wander around the world, seeking martial arts and skills everywhere, and looking for opportunities.

Fortunately, Han Qing had good luck, and he was lucky enough to get excellent skills, and his abilities were not bad. His talent, which was considered ordinary, gradually became unusual.

After decades, he finally became the best among the younger generation. He looks bright and beautiful, but no one knows how much hard work and how much hardship he has put in for it.

As he thought about it, Han Qing gritted his teeth and stared at Tan Weiran's white and tender handsome face, as if he had seen the aristocratic families who took away his opportunities and resources again, those hateful faces, and those hateful family backgrounds.

Finally, a trace of hatred that had been brewing in my heart for many years rushed to my heart and burst out from my throat: "The most hateful thing is that you aristocratic families, obviously have a higher starting point than us, more resources than us, and more interpersonal relationships than us, but none of them are willing to cherish all this and always treat all this with the frivolous attitude!"

"Why do you have everything but neglect it so much? Why!"

Han Qing's eyes were red, his tone was injected with an unknown hysteria, and his movements and behaviors gradually became fierce and manic, "If it were me, if I had the same origin as you... I have everything you have, those starting points, those resources, and those interpersonal relationships, my achievements would definitely be ten times greater than you! A hundred times!"

With a manic and hysterical roar echoed over the courtyard, desperately trying to drill into Tan Weiran's ears like thunder. But Tan Weiran only smiled slightly and held his forehead. He could hear that no matter how loud and manic Han Qing's voice was, no matter how full of hatred, it could not be concealed.

That sour taste, the sourness!

Why, why don’t I have such a good background? Why can’t I get the resources that have been wasted by the aristocratic families with my abilities and talents?

You know, Han Qing is confident that he can do ten times better, one hundred times better!

"Actually, sometimes, I personally don't like aristocratic family." Tan Weiran's words were unexpected and seemed to be from the heart, which made Han Qing stunned, but he didn't know what Tan Weiran said was true.

The roar gradually subsided, bringing a bit of cold silence to the empty courtyard. Han Qing's eyes became cold, like a poisonous snake, which made Tan Weiran feel a little chilling and uncomfortable: "Tan Weiran, the last time Pan Youmin's incident was as proof as a mountain. You can actually think of the excuse of the Shadow Clan to escape temporarily. I, Han Qing, cannot help but say "convinced" to you."

Tan Weiran felt that he was really convinced by Han Qing, and he still firmly believed that the Shadow Clan said it was an excuse he used to lie and get out of it. It can be seen that this person is not ordinary persistence, nor is he ordinary self-confidence and self-righteousness.

"You are a smart person." Han Qing's voice was smooth and cold, giving people the feeling of a poisonous snake spitting out a letter: "You know what I want."

"Well... I guessed it." Tan Weiran asked silly: "Do you really believe that Xu Ming and I got the treasure last time?"

"It's over, what's the use of hiding it?" Han Qing asked back. He was the person who knew the most about the fragrance at that time. He knew it was definitely a top treasure. Others believed that Tan Weiran didn't get it, but he didn't believe it: "I don't want all the things handed over. If you leave one with Xu Ming, then everything will be peaceful. I hope you understand that casual cultivators like me sometimes work hard for an opportunity."

"Especially, I hate aristocratic families!"

"You are a smart person and a noble family. Some of you have endless cultivation resources and some are connections. Anyway, you will be wasted most of the things you get, so there is no need to fight us desperately."

Han Qing talked freely, and could not see his previous hysterical appearance. His expression showed a kind of tolerance and kindness, as if he did not take away everything, it was the greatest tolerance of Tan Weiran.

The robbery made such a reasonable sense, as if you were unwilling to give it to the mantis arm and were just acting against the chariot. Tan Weiran was angry and funny, and shrugged, "I don't have the treasure you mentioned, and I can't take it out. Even if there is, I won't share you, because... you smiled so ugly, and you disgusted me." It was not that I had nothing, no one recognized the golden jade divine wood box, so he simply put it away.

Tan Weiran turned around and left leisurely. The smile on Han Qing's face completely restrained, but the cold light in his eyes flashed from time to time, reflecting a mixture of viciousness and greed.

As soon as I arrived at a corridor, I turned around and there was a qi coming to my face. Two black shadows attacked from left to right, and they were extremely fierce in their attacks, pointing straight to the vital point.

Hum? Tan Weiran slightly raised his eyebrows, stepped on the ground and trembled, and the ground trembled, and the hand roared out a dull sound of shock. Fang Shishi contacted him and couldn't help but be stunned: "Both are the late stage of the hug? Only know the true intention? I dare to sneak attack me, is Han Qing a bad mind?" After a change of thought, he restrained his energy immediately to avoid killing people.

With the qi rushing, an astonishing thunder sound burst out. In a blink of an eye, the two of them who were attacking and attacking were all humming and squirting blood and flying backwards.

At the same time, a shrill howl, tearing the air with lightning speed and sweeping across all directions: "The Shadow Clan has appeared!"

Shadow Clan?

Tan Weiran was slightly stunned and turned his head to look around. He saw Han Qing not far away. Zhengzhi was so satisfied that he looked calm and said arrogantly: "Tan Weiran, you still have time to regret it now."

At this moment, a faintly distant aura came from all directions, and occasionally a little noise was approaching at the fastest speed:

"Where is the Shadow Clan? This time, we must capture the Shadow Clan and let the people talk about Weiran's innocence."

"Is it really the Shadow Clan? Could it be that Tan Weiran is really innocent?"

After a second thought, Tan Weiran understood what Han Qing wanted to do. He glanced at Han Qing and said, "Idiot."

Han Qing's face changed, and his anger became boiling. He thought to give this Chan Weiran a chance again and again, but the other party did not understand his tolerance again and again. The so-called reason why the person who sees has a share is not to want everything, he just needs to divide it all.

Why is Tan Weiran so arrogant and ungrateful, and he is reluctant to give him good things to him!

He asked himself that he didn't want much.

Since Tan Weiran doesn’t know how to live or die, then he should die, and he deserves to die!

A murderous intent that was hard to control surged in his heart. Han Qing sneered at Tan Weiran, his expression turned into panic and angry. He rushed towards Tan Weiran and roared: "Why did you attack the Zhao brothers? They obviously have no grudges and grudges with you!"

A figure flew over like lightning and shot towards him. The sword energy like frost stopped Tan Weiran. When he saw Tan Weiran's face clearly, he was stunned: "Tan Weiran, is it you?"

The matter of the Shadow Clan is undoubtedly something that everyone pays attention to. In just a short while, almost everyone who hears the shouts has come back.

Seeing the surprise and sudden gazes from these people, Tan Weiran knew that this time, he was really out of the question.

The younger brother of the Zhao family brothers was unconscious with blood on his face. Tan Weiran's body was splashed with blood, and he stood beside him with helpless expressions.

On the side was the Zhao brother who supported his younger brother and stared at Tan Weiran with his pair of angry eyes. Even Tan Weiran admired him. The scene with this look was so powerful. This person was just a drama bully, and Han Qing was glaring at him, and he was sad and immersed in the play.

This is a frame-up!
Chapter completed!