It wasn't until Qin Yun turned around to leave that he suddenly woke up from a dream, grabbed the money and knelt down and kowtowed: "Thank you, thank you for the kindhearted people!"
But at this time, Qin Yun's figure had disappeared into the bustling crowd.
Qin Yun didn't go far, he randomly chose a pub on the street, went in and sat down at the wine table by the window, and asked the waiter to order four dishes and a basin of steamed rice.
The shopkeeper was very enthusiastic: "Guest, would you like a pot of newly brewed mountain spring wine? It's delicious and only costs one or two silver."
Qin Yun smiled and said: "Then have a pot. If it doesn't taste good, I want a refund."
"I guarantee you a drink. If you don't want it, you won't have to pay for it!" The waiter was quick with his hands and feet, and even more eloquent. After collecting the money for the food and wine, he immediately shouted in the hall: "Braised wild boar, crispy roast duck, vegetarian three delicacies,
Dry steamed tofu, steamed rice, and a pot of mountain spring wine!"
The wine and food in the tavern here are much more affordable than in Xuanwu City. Four dishes only cost one or two and a half silver, but you have to pay first before the food can be served. I guess you are afraid of encountering someone who wants to eat the Overlord meal.
The mountain spring wine was quickly served. Qin Yun drank two glasses. It tasted clear and sweet, so he asked for another pot.
"You old guy, you didn't pay for the last time you set up a stall, and now that you have money, you still buy things secretly. Do you still want to hang out here?"
"Old guy, take out all the money quickly, or I'll beat you to death!"
"Don't hit my grandpa"
While Qin Yun was having a great time drinking and eating, there were sudden shouts, curses, and cries coming from the street outside.
One of the voices was vaguely familiar to Qin Yun, and he couldn't help but poke his head out of the window to see what was going on.
He saw at a glance the street not far away. Several strong men were surrounding an old man who was lying on the ground and beating him. There was a little girl beside him who was crying and trying to stop him, but was slapped on the ground.
Aren't this old man and the little girl the same old man and young girl who were huddled on the street corner just now?
Many pedestrians gathered around to watch the fun, but no one stepped forward to stop it.
Qin Yun suddenly became angry and slapped his right palm on the wine table. He jumped out of the window like lightning, landed on the ground and then jumped forward again. In an instant, he came to the place where the old man was beaten.
The onlookers only felt a flash before their eyes, and the three strong men flew out several steps with shouts and dances, and fell heavily on the hard bluestone ground!
Qin Yun glanced at several people coldly. He leaned over and helped up the old man who was beaten with bleeding from his mouth and nose.
The little girl rushed over and cried: "Grandpa, grandpa!"
The old man raised his head with difficulty. After seeing Qin Yun's appearance clearly, he burst into tears of gratitude: "My benefactor, it turns out to be you, my benefactor. Thank you, thank you!"
As he spoke, he wanted to kneel down on the ground, but Qin Yun held him back.
"Who the hell is looking for death? How dare you cause trouble for our Zhenwei Hall!"
"Third brother, hurry up and find the Tangkou elder!"
"Don't let him get away!"
The three strong men got up from the ground. Instead of shrinking in fear, they surrounded Qin Yun arrogantly. They looked completely confident.
At this time, some onlookers reminded in a low voice: "Young man, run quickly, they are from the Zhenwei Hall, and behind the Zhenwei Hall is the Beiming Sect. There is no one we can offend!"
That person was probably worried that Qin Yun didn't know the pros and cons, so he specifically pointed out the backstage background of Zhenweitang.
Qin Yun immediately understood. No wonder they were so arrogant, while others were just watching.
However, Qin Yun would never be afraid of the Beiming Sect, let alone the Zhenwei Hall.
He took out the bottle of healing pills from his waist pocket and handed it to the little girl: "Take two pills for your grandpa."
"Boy, take your life!"
A big man in the lead raised his huge fist and slammed it down at Qin Yun. The fist roared with great force, and he definitely used his full strength.
Click!
Qin Yun raised his arms to block, and when his fists and arms clashed, everyone nearby heard the crisp sound of bones breaking.
The leading man's face suddenly turned the color of pig liver!
Before he could open his mouth to shout, Qin Yun kicked him in the abdomen. He flew backwards, knocking down his companions who were following him and turning him into a gourd on the ground.
The remaining strong man had just drawn his weapon, but was intimidated by Qin Yun's display of strength and did not dare to take action.
However, in front of the public, he could not show any cowardice, so he bit the bullet and asked: "May I ask which sect you are a disciple of, and why do you want to interfere with the affairs of our Zhenwei Hall?"
Although the tone was questioning, his fierce and ruthless nature was fully exposed.
"Everyone is responsible for the injustice in the world. Did your Zhenwei Hall get its great reputation by bullying the weak?" Qin Yun sneered: "I, a disciple of the Tiancheng Sword Sect, just can't stand you scum that bullies the weak!"
As one of the ten major sects in Kyushu, the Tiancheng Sword Sect has been stationed in the south of Manglong Mountain to fight against the Wu Clan for hundreds of years. It has become famous in the vast continent. Many of its disciples have performed chivalrous and righteous deeds and are admired by countless people.
Qin Yun revealed his identity, and the strong man was immediately speechless. Even the two people who had just climbed up closed their mouths.
The Zhenwei Hall they belong to is just a third-rate force under the Left Dao. At most, it is a small role attached to the Beiming Sect. It has no courage and strength to challenge the Tiancheng Sword Sect.
"roll!"
Qin Yun's stern shout sounded like thunder in the ears of the three of them. They couldn't help but feel a huge shock all over their bodies. They immediately lost all courage and hurriedly turned around and ran away.
But in the process of escaping, a big man turned around and glared at the old man fiercely, indicating that he would never give up.
The old man felt much better after taking the healing pill. He kept thanking Qin Yun: "Thank you, my benefactor."
"Old man, there's no need to thank you again." Qin Yun shook his head: "Come with me over there to have a rest first."
He took his grandfather and grandson back to the tavern.
After the little girl sat down, she stared at the leftovers on the table and swallowed hard.
Qin Yun felt even more pity in his heart, and called the waiter over to remove the leftovers and replace them with new ones: "Brother, please, you can eat as much as you want, you're welcome!"
The little girl looked at her grandfather timidly. After the old man nodded, she whispered: "Thank you, brother."
She couldn't wait to grab the chicken legs, bit off the meat and swallowed it without chewing. She was obviously very hungry.
The old man was a little better, but he still ate two large bowls of rice.
After the two of them had eaten and drank, Qin Yun thought for a while and said, "You have offended the people of Zhenweitang. You can't stay in Heishanfang City any longer. I will return to Xuanwu City tomorrow morning and take you away by the way!"
The man from Zhenweitang is a local gangster in Heishanfang City. He was able to save his grandfather and grandson once, but he couldn't save them a second time. Taking them away was the only option.
The old man's lips trembled, and he seemed to have made a certain decision, and said in a trembling voice: "My benefactor, you are a disciple of the Tiancheng Sword Sect. Can you think of a way to get my granddaughter Xiaolan to become a disciple of the Sword Sect?"
"I am willing to give you my family heirloom as a gift!"
An ancient skill passed down from his family! Qin Yun couldn't help but be stunned.
On the other hand, the store clerk on the side couldn't help but jumped out and said in a choked voice: "Speaking of Old Man Sun, this young man is a good man and he saved two of your grandparents. What kind of ancestral treasures do you have the nerve to blind him with?"
This guy had just received half a tael of silver from Qin Yun as a reward, so he was very diligent in exposing the other party's scam and scolded him unceremoniously: "Don't be ungrateful, or I'll kick you out!"
The old man's face turned red, his lips moved a few times and he murmured: "I, I didn't lie."
The shop clerk sneered and said, "Who in the whole Heishanfang City doesn't know that that piece of crap in your hand, the iron-volume elixir book, even the appraiser at Jubaozhai said it was nothing more than a lump of iron? You are really pretending to be a treasure to deceive people!"
"That's because they have poor eyesight!" The old man tried his best to defend himself: "I'm not a liar!"
"Okay, stop arguing!" Qin Yun quickly stopped the two from arguing and ordered the waiter to get some more food and drinks.
He said to the aggrieved old man: "Old man, it's not that I don't want to help. I'm just an ordinary outer disciple of the Tiancheng Sword Sect. I really don't have the ability to help your granddaughter become a disciple of the Sword Sect."
In order to make Luliu his official disciple, Shui Wanning spent a total of 5,000 sect contributions. How could he get such a large amount of contribution?
As for whether the old man is a liar, Qin Yun feels that he does not seem to be deceiving himself. Maybe the treasure is real, but it has lost its effect now.
Hearing what Qin Yun said, the old man lowered his head in despair and burst into tears.
After questioning, Qin Yun found out that the old man's surname was Sun Chengdong, and his ancestors were originally from a local wealthy family, but later their family fell into decline and suffered repeated disasters. In the end, only he and his granddaughter Sun Xiaolan were left to depend on each other.
In order to give his granddaughter a good future, Sun Chengdong took her thousands of miles to Xihai and wanted to join the Beiming Sect, but he was kicked out as a madman.
Unwilling to be reconciled, Sun Chengdong turned around and came to Heishanfang City, hoping to sell the ancestral Iron Scroll Alchemy Book in his hand at a good price, and even if he could not join the Beiming Sect, he could still learn and establish himself in other sects.
It's just that no one in Heishanfang City regarded the things in his hands as treasures. Sun Chengdong stayed here for several months and couldn't find a buyer even after running out of money. If he hadn't met Qin Yun's generous help today, he might have died.
"Benefactor, I shouldn't make things difficult for you, but I really can't worry about my granddaughter. She is my only relative. I just want her not to suffer with me!"
The little girl next to "Grandpa" burst into tears, and the grandfather and grandson hugged each other and cried.
Looking at the old man in front of him, Qin Yun thought of his grandfather Qin Yang and couldn't help but feel sad.
"Old man Sun, it's better to do this." He thought for a moment and said, "Although I can't let Xiaolan enter the sect, it's still okay to let you and your grandson settle in Xuanwu City. Xiaolan is still young, so the future is uncertain.
There is an opportunity to get started.”
The Sword Sect stipulates that relatives of inner disciples can settle in Xuanwu City. Although Qin Yun is not an inner disciple, it is still easy for him to handle this matter. He only needs to ask Shui Wanning for help.
