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Chapter Eleven Qianchao Qin Clan

The Qin clan's ancestral home is located in the southeast of Qianchao City. The tall dark green courtyard walls block most of people's sight. All they can see is the tall mansions with carved beams and painted beams, dotted with towering trees.

, everyone’s awe-inspiring aura made people feel awe.

At the main entrance of the Zongfu, the red lacquered door covered with copper nails is tightly closed. Two lifelike stone lions sit on the left and right, and four burly and sturdy warriors in armor stand on the marble steps.

Qin Yun stepped forward, clasped his fists to one of the warriors and asked, "Brother, I am here to participate in the selection process for returning to the clan. Where can I sign up?"

This warrior's eyes were originally cold and alert, but when he heard that Qin Yun was here to participate in the selection process for returning to his clan, the ice on his face softened: "You can walk less than a hundred steps from here. There is a special courtyard.

We welcome foreign children."

"Thank you!" Qin Yun smiled and walked in the direction he pointed.

Sure enough, after walking a few dozen steps, another portal opened in the garden wall. The two doors were open, and young men of the same age as Qin Yun came in and out.

Qin Yun walked in and found a small courtyard inside. A large plaque hung on the three-story wooden building opposite the gate, with three large golden characters of "Guizong Pavilion" written on it.

There is a wooden table placed in the center of the small courtyard, on which a middle-aged man is writing furiously. Behind him are two warriors, and there are about twenty boys and girls beside him.

It should be here! Qin Yun felt slightly excited.

Although he is said to have the blood of the Qin family, he did not grow up in the family after all. The Qin family is a completely unfamiliar behemoth to Qin Yun.

But the bloodline cannot be completely separated after all. Now that he has arrived at the Zuyuan Clan Mansion, his mood is inevitably complicated.

As for the past of his parents, because Qin Yang passed away in a hurry, he knew too little. He only knew that his father was dead and his mother was imprisoned. Qin Yang did not say anything wrong with the Qin family, so he had no objection to returning to the clan.

After calming down, Qin Yun walked to the wooden table.

Before he could speak, the middle-aged man raised his head and asked calmly: "Which branch and house are you from? Do you have any family credentials?"

Which branch and which house? Which family trust?

This really confused Qin Yun. He needed to conceal his true identity, let alone what kind of house he lived in.

After hesitating for a moment, Qin Yun replied: "My grandfather and I have been dependent on each other since I was a child. I only know that I am a child of the Qin family, but I don't know which branch or clan I belong to."

He took out the jade plaque from his arms and handed it over: "I wonder if this can be regarded as a family trust?"

The middle-aged man was not surprised. The Qin family has a long history and many branches. There are countless descendants scattered in various places. It is not surprising that he does not know the identity of the family.

The Qin clan holds selections for returnees every year, which is to select elites from many branches and descendants to replenish new blood. If a big family does not let go of the old and adopt new ones, sooner or later it will decay.

Taking the jade plate and looking at it carefully, the middle-aged man nodded: "Yes, this is our Qin family's jade nameplate, which can be used as a family letter, but..."

He changed the subject: "According to the rules of our clan, you still need to pass a blood test."

The middle-aged man pointed to a celadon sea bowl placed on the table: "It's very simple, just drop a few drops of blood into it."

Qin Yun had seen this sea bowl a long time ago and thought it was used to wash pens. He didn't expect that it would actually require a drop of blood for a blood test.

I saw half a bowl of light green water inside, and an inch-long piece of jade as thick as a thumb's worth settled at the bottom of the bowl.

This was undoubtedly a method used by the Qin family to prevent outsiders from imitating others. Qin Yun pricked his fingertip with a silver needle at the middle-aged man's request and dripped two drops of blood into the bowl.

The bright red blood fell into the water and did not spread out. Instead, it sank directly to the bottom and was close to the jade stone.

After a while, the two drops of blood were gradually absorbed by the jade, and the surface of the ruby-white jade soon turned into a light pink.

"No problem!"

The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction. He returned the jade plaque to Qin Yun, picked up the pen again and asked: "What is your name, where are you from, and how old are you this year?"

"Qin Yun, from Qinghe County, fifteen years old."

After the middle-aged man wrote the words "Qinghe Qin Yun Fifteenth" on the paper, he picked up a small iron plate on the table and handed it to Qin Yun: "This is your selection number. You will participate in the return meeting in four days."

For the selection of the Liugui Sect, you should wait aside first, and someone will come to take you to your accommodation later."

Qin Yun took the iron plate and looked at it. The words "三六八" were engraved on it.

Next to him were about twenty boys and girls who were holding iron cards in their hands like him. When they saw Qin Yun coming, some of them cast friendly glances at him, some were talking to others by themselves, and some looked away indifferently.

Open your eyes.

A burly young man was the most enthusiastic. He took the initiative to come over and said with a smile: "Brother, are you from Qinghe County too? Then we are fellow villagers! My family is in Lucheng, Qinghe, and my name is Qin Haishan!"

There are sixteen counties in the Yan State in Yanyun Prefecture. Guiyang is one of the largest counties, while Qinghe County is located in a remote area and is an out-and-out small local county.

Qin Yun knew that Lucheng was the prefecture of Qinghe County. This young man named Qin Haishan was very impressive and he should not have come from an ordinary family.

"My name is Qin Yun, and I come from Shangye Village, Qinghe County." Qin Yun replied with a smile.

"Shangye Village..." Qin Haishan scratched his head, obviously he had never heard of this name, but he turned around and said with a smile: "Come, let me introduce you to two fellow villagers. They also just came from Qinghe County."

One of the children from the same hometown introduced by Qin Haishan was his cousin Qin Mingzhu, who was beautiful and shy and attracted affection.

Another handsome boy, Qin Liren, who is fifteen or sixteen years old, comes from Dongshui City in Qinghe County.

After getting to know each other, the four of them quickly became familiar with each other. Qin Haishan said: "After we settle in later, we will have dinner together at the nearby Longqing Restaurant in the evening. Some of the fellow villagers who came first have booked a table there!"

It can be seen that Qin Haishan has a wide range of contacts, and he has already contacted other children from his hometown just after arriving. Qin Yun certainly has no objection.

He is not familiar with the place here, so it would be a good thing to get to know some fellow countrymen.

After a while, the sky gradually darkened, and a steward of the Qin family came over with several servants.

He led more than 20 Qin family disciples out of the small courtyard, followed the stone road for another hundred or so steps, and came to a manor with a hill at its back.

This manor occupies a vast area, surrounded by greenery and beautiful scenery, with rows of wooden houses scattered in various courtyards.

The steward of the Qin family divided the more than 20 people into each of them, and a small house accommodated two people. Qin Haishan, who had a straightforward temper, asked the steward to live in the same room with Qin Tian, ​​and got permission.

The strength of the Qin family can be seen just from this wooden house. Although the rooms inside are not large, they have bedrooms, quiet rooms, and bathrooms. There is also a small study room in the attic.

The interior furnishings are neat and clean, and even the bedding is brand new. It is at least much better than Qin Yun's original house in Shangye Village.

The steward told them that all new children who join the family will have to live here for a year and a half, and then the family will make arrangements based on each person's situation, and they may also live in the manor for a long time.

After settling down, Qin Haishan left and came back quickly. He hurriedly said to Qin Yun: "Let's go, they are already waiting at Longqing Restaurant!"

The restaurant Qin Haishan mentioned was not far from the Qin family manor, and the four of them could walk there in less than half a cup of tea.

Longqing Restaurant is also at the foot of the mountain, and there is a small lake like a mirror next to it. Qin Haishan has obviously been here. He told Qin Yun that the mountain in the city is called Xiaogushan, and it is very famous in Yanyun Prefecture.

Legend has it that thousands of years ago, before Qianchao City was built, Yan Beihui, the sword god of Yanyun, killed the strongest man of the Wu clan in the north on Xiaogushan Mountain, and drove back the millions of Wu clan's army, freeing Yanyun Prefecture from the

A catastrophe.

And Yan Beihui was the founding emperor of Yan, and even Qin Yun had heard many stories and legends about him.

At night, the seven-story Longqing Restaurant was brightly lit and business was booming. Qin Yun and others followed Qin Haishan to the second floor.

Fifty or sixty descendants of the Qin family from Qinghe County gathered together and opened seven banquet tables in the hall, almost occupying the entire floor.

Qin Haishan dragged Qin Yun to a young man with an arrogant look, who was none other than Qin Jun, the organizer of the hometown gathering in the evening.

Qin Jun joined the Qianchao Qin Sect five years ago and is now a disciple of the Qin Sect's Muyang Dao Law Enforcement Hall. He is considered the best among the Qinghe disciples.

Qin Jun was not very enthusiastic towards Qin Haishan, and was even more indifferent towards Qin Yun and Qin Liren. He nodded as a greeting, but Qin Mingzhu's eyes lit up and he said a few more words.

Most of the descendants of the Qin family here have just come to participate in the selection process for returning to the clan. The purpose of attending the party is just to cling together so that they can rely on each other. After all, there are many people in the Qin family in Qianchao, and they basically have no relatives or support here.

, it’s normal to communicate with each other and seek help.

When everyone arrived, the food and drinks were quickly served.

The location of Longqing Restaurant is very good. Although it is only on the second floor, you can see the beautiful scenery of Xiaogu Mountain through the open windows. The small lake not far away is sparkling, and the cool breeze is refreshing.

Qin Jun seemed to regard himself as the host and leader of his fellow villagers, and there were people on the side who flattered him and became more and more proud and proud.

"Returning to the clan is to select elite children for our Qin family. As long as they are children of the Qin family, everyone has a chance, but not everyone can get ahead because of it!"

"Who doesn't want to be a disciple of the Tiancheng Sword Sect? But the Tiancheng Sword Sect's gate opens every three years and can only recruit a maximum of 300 disciples at a time. Among them, our Qin family only has ten recommended places. It is extremely difficult to get this opportunity."

"The next best thing is that the Nulan Sect, a side sect of the Tiancheng Sword Sect, has a deep relationship with our Qin family. Every year, a group of disciples are recruited into the sect, but only twenty people are allowed. There are too many monks but too little food!"

In the restaurant, the only voice left was Qin Jun's voice, and all the descendants of the Qin family who had just arrived listened carefully.

Because what Qin Jun says now is related to their future and destiny.


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