In the early morning, Qin Yun woke up to the crisp and melodious chirping of birds in the forest.
Qin's Manor is located at the foot of Xiaogu Mountain, surrounded by greenery and a beautiful environment. Behind the cabin 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 the day to return to the clan for selection, Qin Yun endured the discomfort and got dressed.
The wound on his back was okay, it was just a flesh injury. With his body that had been trained in the Nine Heavens to advance to the Qi Refining Realm, it would take at most two or three days to heal after applying the medicine.
But the sword wound that pierced his left shoulder was very troublesome because it damaged the bones and tendons, and it would take at least a month to fully recover. He was still unable to use his own Qi to heal the wound.
This also means that he will not be able to fight anyone within this month. Thinking of the inexplicable Second Young Master Qin, Qin Yun's heart is really angry for no reason.
Even if he only has his last breath left, he will never let the other party get what he wants!
Seize! Seize!
There was a knock on the door of the room. The visitor was obviously very polite and knocked softly with his hand.
Qin Yun was slightly startled.
Since that night at Longqing Restaurant, all the newcomers have treated him with respect and stayed away. Even Qin Haishan moved away early, making him an alternative figure in the Qin Manor.
Who will come back to find him at this time?
With a trace of doubt, Qin Yun opened the door.
Standing at the door was an old man in gray clothes, with gray hair and beard, a wrinkled old face with a kind smile, and a pair of seemingly cloudy old eyes with a faint sparkle.
"Old man, who are you looking for?" Qin Yun asked, he didn't know the other person at all.
The old man in gray clothes smiled: "You must be the little guy named Qin Yun? I have been ordered to talk to you about something."
"I am Qin Yun..." Qin Yun made a generous invitation gesture: "Old man, please come in."
It's a blessing, not a curse, it's a curse that can't be avoided! No matter what the other party wants to talk about, Qin Yun doesn't feel like he has any room to resist.
This seemingly ordinary old man in gray clothes is probably not an ordinary person. If something is really going to harm him, it is probably just a matter of waving his little finger.
Qin Yun's politeness and calmness surprised the old man in gray a little.
Judging from the information he obtained, Qin Yun was just a kid from a remote country, with just a bit of talent and luck.
But looking at Qin Yun's conversation and behavior now, he is definitely not the ignorant and rude country boy. He is more like an elite child raised in the family since he was a child. He is neither humble nor arrogant and behaves well.
However, he was surprised, and the old man in gray didn't pay too much attention to it. After all, even the Qin family's children scattered around had many family connections.
After sitting down in the small living room, the old man in gray didn't talk nonsense. He placed a sheathed long sword he brought with him in front of Qin Yun, and 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, what are you..."
The old man in gray clothes smiled and said: "This is a little compensation for you. Someone has done something wrong and he has been punished enough. I sent these things here on the order of the Lord."
Qin Yun didn't look at the things on the table. He pondered for a moment and asked, "Who is your master?"
Good guy! This time, the old man in gray clothes really looked at Qin Yun differently.
He has met many children of the family, but few can be so calm at Qin Yun's age, especially when he is a collateral child with no foundation.
The old man in gray didn't know that when Qin Yuanfeng left him alone on his deathbed, the loyal Qin Yang spent more than ten years on Qin Yun's body.
A hard-working mentor, a difficult environment and the test of life and death tempered Qin Yun's current will and character.
In contrast, most of those children who were trained in big families are just flowers in the greenhouse and have not experienced much baptism of wind and rain.
"My master is Qin Lihai, the master of Muyang Daoxing Hall..." The old man in gray said straightforwardly. He believed that Qin Yun should be able to understand his purpose: "He admires you very much. He heard that you were accidentally injured.
So I was sent to deliver a bottle of healing pills and a bottle of Qi-boosting pills."
"In addition, this thousand-forged black iron sword is also a gift he gave you. Using an ordinary iron sword is really not suitable for our status as a descendant of the Qin family."
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 shots in the Qin family very clearly.
Qin Lihai is definitely a dazzling figure in the Qin family, and being in charge of Muyang Daoxingtang is enough to illustrate his status in the family.
And he is also Qin Wenbing’s father!
The admiration was completely an excuse. Qin Lihai knew about Qin Wenbing's attack on Qin Yun, but instead of showing favoritism to his son, Qin Lihai gave "sufficient punishment" to those who had done wrong.
As for the sword and the elixir, they were both compensation and hush money. Qin Lihai obviously didn't want this matter to expand or spread, so he sent someone here early in the morning.
Before that, Qin Lihai must have found out his details. He even knew that he was using an ordinary iron sword, which contained a hint of warning.
Qin Yun's mind was astute and he thought clearly about the cause and effect in a flash.
"Thank you, Hall Master Qin Lihai, I'm so scared!" He stood up and saluted him: "I will definitely come and say thank you when I have time!"
If the other party behaves like this, other disciples would probably just burst into tears of gratitude and fear.
Qin Yun knew that he couldn't refuse. With the opponent's strength and status, it would be very easy to crush him, an insignificant newcomer.
Strength determines everything. He is still too weak now. If he doesn't know how to endure and compromise, he will have no chance to grow up.
The old man in gray clothes stood up and nodded, very satisfied with Qin Yun's understanding: "Okay, I will pass your words to the Lord."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly slapped Qin Yun on the left shoulder.
The movements of the old man in gray were like lightning. Qin Yun, who was unprepared, had no time to dodge and was shot squarely.
Qin Yun was immediately shocked, but then he felt a strong and gentle breath coming out of the other party's palm, instantly invading his body.
The injured shoulder felt warm and comfortable as if immersed in a hot spring. The injured tendons and bones seemed to have been mostly healed in an instant. At least the burning pain was gone.
The other party obviously didn't mean any harm.
The old man in gray clapped his palms away, and said with a smile: "I used the real energy to condition your muscles and bones, and then used a healing pill to be taken internally and externally every day. You will definitely be cured within ten days, but remember that you must not do anything before you are cured.
Luck and others do it."
"Little guy, you have actually mastered the Red Flame Heart Technique to the fifth level of Dzogchen, which is very rare!"
He gave Qin Yun a meaningful look.
The exposed hand of the old man in gray made Qin Yun feel awe-struck, and he quickly said: "Thank you very much, old man. Could you please give me your name?"
The old man in gray smiled brightly: "You will naturally know it later, little guy, work hard!"
After he left, Qin Yun took a long breath.
Although the old man in gray did not reveal any trace of his spiritual energy, a gentle slap of the palm healed most of his injuries. At the same time, it was also possible to see the level of his true energy cultivation, and his strength was absolutely extraordinary.
As for whether this matter is good or bad, and whether Qin Wenbing will come to trouble him again after suffering a loss, Qin Yun understands that this is beyond his control. At worst, the soldiers will come to cover up the water!
So he simply put it aside and picked up the medicine bottle on the table.
When you open the cork that tightly seals the mouth of the bottle, a unique fragrance of medicine immediately fills the room. Smelling it makes you feel refreshed and makes you understand that what is inside is definitely good stuff.
In the past, when he was taking a break from martial arts training, Qin Yang explained some principles of elixirs to Qin Yun.
Healing Pills and Qi-Building Pills are both very precious elixirs. The former is used to treat various internal and external injuries and is much more effective than ordinary injury medicines, while the latter is a good auxiliary medicine for cultivating Dantian Qi.
This type of elixir is difficult to buy on the market. Most of them are controlled by side sects and wealthy families, and are refined by specialized alchemists. They are usually only for internal use and rarely sold to the outside world.
Among the ten major sects in Kyushu, one of them, Qinglian Medicine Sect, is the major sect that refines elixirs. It is said that the top elixirs they refine can revive human flesh and bones, and can also help warriors break through to great realms, with endless magical effects.
However, Qin Yang also told Qin Yun that although taking pills can quickly increase his strength, it is definitely not as solid and reliable as his own hard work, and if he takes too much, he will become dependent and will never be able to give up in the future.
After putting down the elixir, Qin Yun picked up the long sword again.
Clang!
The long sword was unsheathed, and a cold light instantly flashed across his eyes, and a cold and murderous military aura rushed towards him.
What a sword!
Qin Yun couldn't help but secretly admire that this Thousand Forged Black Iron Sword was straight and extremely sharp. Just by looking at it, it was not much inferior to his hidden Qinggang Sword.
What's special is that its sword spine is pure black, with a finger-width blood groove on it, which invisibly adds a bit of murderous aura.
The blades and points on both sides of the sword were polished to a sharp finish. Qin Yun took out a piece of silver and tried it. He cut it into two pieces with a single swipe 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 taken out now. It will also attract people's fear and covetment.
He suddenly thought, might Qin Lihai have any bad intentions in giving this sword to him?
Thinking of this, a layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back.
No matter what, Qin Yun decided to keep his ordinary iron sword.
Dang! Dang! Dang!
At this time, a loud bell sounded outside, reminding Qin Yun that the most important moment of the day had arrived and he must not miss the time.
Qin Yun suddenly became energetic, put away the Thousand Forged Black Iron Sword and two bottles of elixirs, and left his room.
