The King of s*******r

Chang'an, Qinling Mountain. It was getting late, Su Qin drove a dilapidated SUV wobbly driving on the mountain road, the stereo played an old song that did not match his age. Su Qin's destination for this trip was located high in the Qinling Mountain, where the Su family's ancestral tomb and ancestral hall were located. His destination was not open to the public, and there were experts sitting guard all year round. The strangers could not even enter the periphery. Su Qin parked his car and walked slowly to the mountain gate. At the foot of the hill, a majestic memorial gate stood proudly with the four characters "Su Clan Ancestral Hall", which were strong and unforgettable. Under the memorial gate, an old man with white hair and wrinkled face hunched over Su Qin. "Who dares to break into the Su Clan Ancestral Hall?" The old man's gaze was like a torch, as if he had the penetrating power to see everything, making people difficult to see straight. Facing the old man, Su Qin's face sank like water and he did not reply. In the next second, he suddenly rushed towards the old man, leaping up high when he was three steps away from him, and hit the old man with a downward smashing elbow to the face. The old man was extremely calm, and he did not seem to be an ordinary person. His body slightly moved and easily dodged Su Qin's powerful elbow. At the same time, he gave a lightning-like shot, forcefully grabbed Su Qin's shoulder. With his footsteps wobbling and moving, he pushed Su Qin out with a gentle push. And this gentle push drove Su Qin a few meters away before he stand firm embarrassingly. Su Qin smiled instead of anger and once again launched an attack. The old man suddenly stroked his white beard and said, "Su Qin, if this continues, my old arms and legs will fall apart." But Su Qin did not stop for this, still rushing towards the old man. He did not stop until he rushed to the old man, and held him in his arms. "Grandpa Han, how did you know it was me?" Su Qin said with a naive smile. "Little brat, the old patriarch called me long ago, if I hadn't arranged in advance, do you think you could have walked to the mountain gate without any problems? We mausoleum guardians are not rubbish." The old man whom Su Qin addressed as Grandpa Han blew his beard vigorously and said with fun. Grandpa Han, as the Su family all respectfully call him Master Han, is the head of the Su Family Ancestral Hall, and all the guardians here are also managed by him. Su Qin hastily gave Master Han a shoulder and back massage, smiling and flattering, "I haven't seen you for ten years, but your body is still so strong, Grandpa Han." "My body was half buried, and it is worse year by year." Master Han shook his head and sighed bitterly, then looked to the top of the mountain and said, "Let's walk and talk." "Su Qin, you are the eldest son and grandson of the Su family, since you are here, you should give incense to your old ancestors anyway, right?" Su Qin did not say a word, but only nodded silently. Ten years ago, Su Qin's parents died. His grandfather took him and his sister moved overseas. After that they never came back and did not worship his ancestors, some people in the Su family quite had opinions. Su Qin helped Master Han to climb unhurriedly, chatting with him slowly. "How is your grandfather? Although your business is getting bigger and bigger overseas these years, I always feel that your grandfather is getting lonelier and lonelier." Mentioning his grandfather, Su Qin also felt some guilt. In fact, these years he did not have much time to spend with his grandfather. His sister studied abroad, and the old man had no families in foreign country. Every time he came home he felt that his grandfather became older and lonier than before. "He is fine, but just hurt his leg some time ago." Su Qin said calmly, but his eyes were full of murderous energy. Master Han seemed to sense something and asked with a frown, "Was it an accident, or?" Su Qin paused, did not say the truth, said casually, "Accidentally fell." Master Han knew that Su Qin was not telling the truth, but he did not ask anything further. "How long will you stay this time?"Master Han laughed and patted Su Qin's shoulder. "I'm not leaving. I'm ready to go to University in Chang'an. It is good in foreign country, but best in my hometown." Su Qin looked at the Qinling Mountain and opened his arms as if he was embracing the whole world. Master Han froze, the expression seemed to be some concern. And he said, "You are nineteen, it is time to go to University. Home is the best." "It's good to be home." The two walked and chatted, unknowingly walked to the top of the mountain, where also stood a memorial gate with the three big words "Turning the Tide". Looking at the memorial gate, Su Qin was deep in thought. Because, this memorial gate was erected by his grandfather. Twenty years ago, the Su family was deeply troubled by internal and external problems. His grandfather took over the situation, and took control of the problems to save the day, so that the Su family did not take long to revive and regain its glory. But also because of this, his grandfather made a lot of enemies and encountered many assassinations these years. The death of Su Qin's parents ten years ago was also related to this. He looked back at the clan hall not far away and was silent for a long time. "Forget it, no more worship, wait for grandpa to come back." After saying that, he turned to leave, leaving Master Han helplessly shaking his head with a bitter smile. Not long after Su Qin left, two stout middle-aged men appeared beside Master Han. Master Han commanded with gloomy expression, "No one is allowed to leak today's events, violators will be punished by the family law." The two middle-aged men nodded silently and then left, only their hearts were no longer at peace. It was getting late and the mountain road was not good, so Su Qin left the ancestral hall and drove back to the city. The nineteen-year-old boy had an unique maturity, with messy hair, dark skin, and slightly mellow eyes. The stereo played AC/DC classics loudly, and the restless rhythm kept releasing the restless emotions inside Su Qin. "I'm on the high way to hell. High way to hell. I'm on the high way to hell. Don't stop me......" At the time when Su Qin's emotions were at their highest, a woman suddenly appeared in the middle of the road a few dozen meters away. A woman in white dress was waving towards him to stop the car! Su Qin was scared. He hit the brake to the end immediately, and a feel of creepy haunted him! A woman in white stopped the car in the wilderness. He was on the high way to hell! Took a few deep breaths, he restarted the car, and drove slowly forward. Under the high beams, the woman showed a curved and delicate figure. Long white dress, black sunglasses, exquisite makeup, and long hair. Next to her was parked a red sports car with double flashes. Su Qin knew that there must be a demon, which may contain a killing machine. He did not slow down considering his safety. Stepped on the gas, Su Qin was ready to speed over. And the woman's belief in stopping the car seemed very determined, she had her hands over her eyes, like a stone statue in the middle of the road. "Twenty, nineteen...," Su Qin measured the distance. "Four, three..." The woman held her head and squatted, but still did not avoid. Su Qin only had to step on the brakes, muttered, "Okay, you win, let me see what you are in the end!"