In the early morning, Qin Yun woke up amid the crisp and melodious chirping of birds in the forest.

Qin Family Manor is located at the foot of Xiaogu Mountain, surrounded by green shade and beautiful environment. Behind the hut where Qin Yun lives is a forest.

The wounds on his back and shoulders were still aching, reminding him that the bloody battle last night was not a dream. Thinking that today was a resigned son who returned to his ancestral reign, Qin Yun endured the discomfort and got up.

The wound on his back was fine, but his skin was injured. He used his body to train the Ninth Heaven to advance to the Qi Refining Realm and could heal within two or three days after applying the medicine.

However, the sword pierced through the left shoulder is very troublesome because it hurts the bones and tendons and veins, and it will take at least one month to fully recover. He cannot use his true qi to heal the wounds.

This also means that he cannot fight with others within this month. When Qin Yun thought of the inexplicable Second Master Qin, he was really angry.

Even if he only had one last breath, he would never let the other party do what he wanted!

Take it! Take it!

The door of the room was knocked by someone, and the visitors were obviously very polite, and the sound of knocking with their hands was soft.

Qin Yun was slightly stunned.

Since the night at Longqing Restaurant, all the newcomers have kept him away, and even Qin Haishan has moved out early, turning him into an alternative figure in the Qin Manor.

Who comes back to find him at this time?

With a hint of doubt, Qin Yun opened the door.

Standing at the door was an old man in gray, with a gray-haired and wrinkled old face and a kind smile. A pair of seemingly turbid old eyes faintly showed a clear look.

"Old man, who are you looking for?" Qin Yun asked, he didn't know the other party at all.

The old man in gray smiled and said, "You must be the little guy named Qin Yun? I was ordered by someone and I have something to talk to you about."

"I am Qin Yun..." Qin Yun made an invitation gesture openly: "My uncle, please come in."

It is a blessing or not a disaster, it is a disaster that cannot be avoided! No matter what the other party wants to talk about, Qin Yun doesn’t feel that he has any room for resistance.

This seemingly ordinary old man in gray should not be an ordinary person. If it is really bad for him, it is probably just a matter of moving his little finger.

Qin Yun's politeness and calmness surprised the old man in gray a little.

Judging from the information he obtained, Qin Yunheng was just a boy from a remote countryside, but he was just a little talented and lucky.

But now, Qin Yun's speech and behavior are definitely not the kind of ignorant and rude countryman, but more like the jingying children trained in their family since childhood, with neither humble nor arrogant behavior.

However, no matter how surprised the old man in gray was, he didn't care too much. After all, even the Qin family scattered outside had many family backgrounds.

After sitting in the small living room, the old man in gray did not talk nonsense. He placed a long sheathed sword he brought with him in front of Qin Yun, took out two thin-necked porcelain bottles and placed them together.

Seeing the other party's actions, Qin Yun couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Old man, you are..."

The old man in gray smiled and said, "This is a little compensation for you. Someone did something wrong and he has received enough punishment. I sent these things on the order of the Lord."

Qin Yun didn't look at the things on the table, pondered for a moment and asked, "Who is your master?"

Good guy! This time the old man in gray really looked at Qin Yun with a different look.

He has seen many children in the family, and very few of them can still be so calm at the age of Qin Yun, especially the other party is still a son who has no background.

The old man in gray didn't know how much effort Qin Yang spent on Qin Yun over the past ten years to entrust his orphans to death.

A good teacher who worked hard, the hard environment and the hardships of life and death tests have tempered Qin Yun’s current mind and style.

In contrast, most of the children raised in large families are just flowers in greenhouses and have not experienced much baptism of wind and rain.

"My master is Qin Lihai, the head of the Muyang Daoxing Hall..." The old man in gray said bluntly. He believed that Qin Yun should be able to understand his purpose: "He admires you very much. He heard that you were injured accidentally, so he sent me a bottle of healing pill and a bottle of Qi cultivation pill."

"In addition, this thousand-forged black iron sword is also a gift he gave you. Using an ordinary iron sword is really not in line with our Qin family's identity."

So that's it! Qin Yun suddenly understood.

Who is Qin Lihai? Qin Yun has been here for several days. Although he has not made any friends, he still remembers the names of the big names of the Qin family very clearly.

Qin Lihai is definitely a dazzling figure in the Qin family. Taking charge of Muyang Dao Zhengtang is enough to show his status in the family.

And he is also Qin Wenbing's father!

What he said about appreciation is a complete excuse. Qin Lihai knew about Qin Wenbing's sending people to attack Qin Yun, but not only did he not favor his son, but instead gave the wrong person "enough punishment".

As for this sword and elixir, it was a kind of compensation and a hush fee. Qin Lihai obviously did not want this matter to expand or spread, so he sent someone early in the morning.

Before this, Qin Lihai must have found out his background clearly, and even knew that he was using an ordinary iron sword, which contained a hint of jing's advice.

Qin Yun was quick-witted and thought clearly about the causes and consequences.

"Thank you, Master Qin Lihai, I'm so frightened!" He stood up and bowed to the other party: "I will definitely come to thank you when I have time!"

If the other party is so handsome, if he is the other child, he will probably only be grateful and trepidated.

Qin Yun knew that he could not refuse. With the opponent's strength and status, it was very easy to crush him, a trivial newcomer's son.

Strength determines everything. He is still too weak now. If he does not know how to endure and compromise, he will have no chance to grow up.

The old man in gray stood up and nodded, very satisfied with Qin Yun's perception: "Okay, I will pass your words to the Lord."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly slapped Qin Yun's left shoulder with a palm.

The old man in gray was like lightning. Qin Yun, who was unprepared, had no time to dodge and was shot in a straight shot.

Qin Yun was shocked, but then he felt a powerful and gentle aura coming out of the other party's palm and invading his body instantly.

The injured shoulders were as warm as if they were immersed in a hot spring. The damaged tendons and bones seemed to heal most of them in an instant, at least the scorching burning and pain was gone.

The other party obviously had no malicious intentions.

The old man in gray slapped his palm and smiled and said, "I have used my true energy to condition your muscles and bones, and then take one internal and external application every day. You will definitely be cured within ten days. But remember that you must not be lucky enough to deal with others before healing."

"Little guy, you have actually practiced the Red Flame Heart Art to the fifth level of Great Perfection, which is very rare!"

He glanced at Qin Yun with a meaningful look.

The old man in gray showed his move and made Qin Yun feel stern and hurriedly said, "Thank you, I'll ask for your name?"

The old man in gray smiled and said, "You will know in the future, little guy, work hard!"

After he left, Qin Yun let out a long sigh.

Although the old man in gray had no trace of his jing Qi, he cured most of his injuries with a light pat on his palm, and at the same time he could also see his true qi cultivation level, and his strength was absolutely extraordinary.

As for whether this matter is good or bad, will Qin Wenbing come to cause trouble for him again after suffering losses? Qin Yun understands that this is not something he can control. At most, soldiers will come to block the water and soil!

So he asked Xing to put aside his thoughts and picked up the bottle of medicine placed on the table.

When I opened the cork at the mouth of the bottle, a unique fragrance of medicine suddenly spread in the room. It makes me feel refreshed when I smelled it, and I understand that what I put inside is definitely a good thing.

In the past, when I was resting in my martial arts practice, Qin Yang explained some principles of elixirs to Qin Yun.

The healing pills and the qi cultivation pills are both precious pills. The former is used to treat various internal and external trauma and is much more effective than ordinary trauma drugs, while the latter is a good auxiliary medicine for cultivating the true qi of the dantian.

This type of elixir is difficult to buy on the market. Most of them are controlled by sects and wealthy families. They are refined by specialized alchemists. They are usually only used internally and rarely sold for external use.

Among the ten major sects in Jiuzhou, one of the Qinglian Medicine Sect is the main sect for refining elixirs. It is said that the top elixirs they refine can kill human flesh and bones, and can also help warriors break through the great realm. They have infinite magical uses and magical effects.

However, Qin Yang also told Qin Yun that although taking pills can quickly increase their strength, they are definitely not as solid and reliable as they have learned to practice hard. Moreover, if you take too much, you will become dependent and will never be able to give up again.

Putting down the pill, Qin Yun picked up the long sword again.

clang!

The long sword was unsheathed, and a cold light instantly passed through his eyes, and the cold and solemn aura of the soldiers rushed towards him.

Good sword!

Qin Yun couldn't help but secretly admired that this thousand-forged black iron sword was straight and sharp. Just looking at the appearance, it was not much inferior to his hidden Qinggang sword.

What's special is that its sword spine is pure black, and a blood groove wide of fingers is opened on it, which invisibly adds a bit of killing aura.

The sword edges and sword tips on both sides were sharpened and Qin Yun took out a ingot of silver and tried it. With a light wave, he cut it into two pieces without any effort.

The sword is a good sword, but in Qin Yun's opinion, this thousand-forged black iron sword, like the Qinggang sword, cannot be used now, and will also attract fear and covetousness.

He suddenly thought, would Qin Lihai give him this sword, would he be malicious?

Thinking of this, a layer of cold sweat suddenly oozed out of his back.

No matter what, Qin Yun decided to continue to keep his ordinary iron sword.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

At this moment, a loud bell came from outside, reminding Qin Yun that the most important moment today has come, and you must not miss the time.

Qin Yun was immediately excited, put away the thousand-forged black iron sword and two bottles of pills, and left his room.
Chapter completed!