Time passed day by day, and Qin Fengshan frantically performed tasks within the family to hone his strength.
Changes occur almost every day. As his fame grows, the warriors traveling through Yanjing City all know that a young master has suddenly appeared in the Qin family's residence recently. His name is Qin Fengshan, and he has attracted countless young disciples to pursue him.
With continuous training, Li Feng's soul has gradually adapted to this new body. Due to his physical condition, he can only use martial arts skills and cannot use telepathy techniques.
These days are the most relaxing days for Qin Fengshan.
In his free time, Qin Fengshan practiced swordplay by the lake, and Lin Qingyin played the piano in the pavilion.
Wow!
A melody like a flowing spring flows, like a stream flowing in the night, sometimes passionate and surging, sometimes cheerful and flying, sometimes continuous and gurgling.
The cadence, the ethereal clarity, the lingering sound, make people have endless aftertaste!
Beautiful notes seemed to be floating in the sky over the entire lake, which seemed extremely pleasant to the ear.
Qin Fengshan had been killing too much and had a violent temper these days. Every time he heard this beautiful music, his turbulent mind seemed to be caressed by a pair of invisible hands, and gradually calmed down without any disturbance.
He was even surprised to find that his spiritual power was slowly improving under the nourishment of beautiful musical notes.
Although the speed of this improvement is very slow, it is more than a little better than before, which has not increased at all.
I have to say that having Lin Qingyin by his side is a great blessing to him.
After getting along with each other for more than half a year, Lin Qingyin also discovered that Qin Fengshan was not as ignorant and idle as the servants and servants in the mansion had said. Instead, she found him very easy to get along with.
He felt very comfortable, approachable, gentle and considerate, which was completely different from the young men from wealthy families he had met before.
It made her feel an unprecedented sense of security and trust.
In this way, one year passed quickly.
Qin Fengshan performed a large number of life and death missions. Although his strength had improved, it was relatively slow, and he felt that his spiritual realm had been stuck at a bottleneck and could not break through quickly.
So he decided to take Lin Qingyin out for a walk, travel around the world, and see the prosperous mountains and rivers of the Daxia world.
After making this decision, he immediately told his father Qin Yanhu.
After Qin Yanhu learned of his idea, he didn't stop him too much, so he allowed him to travel, but he had to be accompanied by Cao Jin and Xia Houxiong.
Soon, the group of three people left Yanjing City and set off towards the east.
After leaving Yanjing City, walk more than two hundred miles to the east and you will enter another town, Blue Maple City.
On the way, he joined a caravan and headed to Blue Maple City disguised as an ordinary warrior.
Most of the people in the caravan are traders and pawns traveling around, and there are also some warriors who lick blood from their swords.
At night, bonfires were set up, people sang and danced, drank heavily, and ate meat. It was so lively.
The tourists were warm and hospitable. They sat together at night, chatting around the campfire and telling anecdotes. The atmosphere was very harmonious.
In such an environment, Qin Fengshan seemed to have forgotten his worries and indulged in the sounds of dogs and horses.
On the second day, the caravan continued to move forward, walking slowly and leisurely on the wasteland.
Qin Fengshan rode a horse and looked at the rising sun in the distance, feeling the majestic vitality.
Looking at the dew on the grass blades, the sprouting weeds, the breeze blowing in his face, and smelling the fresh air in the air, he felt the unique breath of all things in the world, interpreting the power of life in his mind.
This brand new feeling is like a seed breaking out of the ground in my heart and beginning to take root and sprout.
On the third day of the journey, they encountered a group of robbers.
This group of bandits consists of thirty or forty people, but they are not coming for the caravan, they are chasing three people.
The three people are a middle-aged man, a woman and a child.
All three of them were injured, stumbling and hiding along the way, their faces full of anxiety and fear.
When the caravan saw this scene, it stopped several hundred meters away and watched from a distance.
After the middle-aged man broke off a scimitar in his hand, the woman took the child and ran away in a panic on the mountain road.
"Stop and catch them."
"You idiot, if you still want to escape, I'll kill you."
The leader of the robbers was a one-eyed man, holding a halberd, soaring into the air and stabbing the middle-aged woman.
Who would have thought that a blade of light would strike from the air and instantly intercept the swift halberd.
There was a clang and sparks flew everywhere.
The middle-aged man who blocked the halberd was a burly man with a resolute face, disheveled hair, and dark complexion. He held a curved scimitar and flew the halberd away, then punched the opponent's crotch horse with a punch.
With a loud bang, the strength of the fist exploded.
The war horse raised its head and neighed, causing the horse to flip over.
The one-eyed man rose into the air, holding a halberd in both hands, and slashed with great force.
"Go to hell!"
The middle-aged strong man held the crossbar of the sword, and the huge force of the impact instantly knocked him down and caused the earthquake to crack.
When the bandits around them saw this scene, they immediately roared excitedly, rushed forward, and surrounded the mother and son.
"Haha, little bastard!"
"Kill them all!"
When the caravan saw this group of aggressive bandits, no one dared to step forward to stop them. They all stood by and watched for fear of causing trouble.
"Sir, that mother and daughter are so pitiful, please save them." Lin Qingyin felt pity for the mother and son who were killed by the bandits, and her face was full of sympathy.
Qin Fengshan sighed softly: "In the Great Xia Empire, monsters are plundering and thieves are rampant. In such an environment, the common people have no support and are always the most miserable."
Having said this, he immediately turned to Cao Jin and said: "Cao Jin, go and help!"
Upon hearing this, Cao Jin immediately received the order, put his hands on his waist, and instantly took out ten flying knives and swung them out.
Phew! Phew! Phew!...
Ten flying knives flew out, instantly cutting through a space of nearly 100 meters, and fired towards the group of bandits.
Puff puff!...
Just when the bandits surrounded the mother and son and were about to chop them down with their swords, numerous hidden weapons flew towards them, instantly hitting the ten bandits around them. A stream of blood spattered out, piercing their chests and killing them on the spot.
"ah!"
"There is a hidden weapon!"
"It's an ambush, who, who, get out of here."
The bandits were riding horses, looking at the fallen figures around them. They immediately held the reins, looked around, and let out waves of frightened roars.
At this time, Cao Jin waved ten more flying knives and shot them out with terrifying force.
Puff puff!...
Those bandits were unable to dodge, and they were all shot to the point of being knocked over. The remaining bandits who survived saw that the situation was not good, turned around and started to run away crazily.
The bandit leader looked at the chaotic scene around him, his expression changed drastically, and he couldn't help but look up at the caravan ahead. He immediately realized that there was a hidden weapon master hidden in the caravan ahead, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.
He gritted his teeth, grabbed the halberd and stabbed it hard, trying to penetrate the middle-aged man in front of him.
Who would have thought that a flying knife would shoot out like lightning, pointing directly at the center of his eyebrows.
The terrifying murderous intention struck him, and he was so frightened that he quickly turned over to dodge, then quickly jumped onto the horse of a subordinate next to him, and quickly fled the battlefield.
With the help of the mysterious master, the middle-aged man, mother and son were quickly saved.
After a while, the caravan slowly approached, and the first guard leader walked out of the group and started chatting with the middle-aged man.
After several conversations, out of sympathy and pity, the caravan took the three of them in.
Soon night fell, and the caravan set up camp in the wilderness, lit up bonfires, and recharged their batteries.
The middle-aged man and the mother and son who were taken in by the caravan during the day were well taken care of.
After some conversation, everyone realized that the three of them were not a family.
The mother and son were originally the wife and son of a wealthy family. Unfortunately, their family fell into decline, they were homeless, and they were hunted down by their enemies.
Fortunately, this middle-aged man came to the rescue and escaped.
But the ghosts of those enemies were still there, and they chased him all the way, and it took many twists and turns to escape here.
If there hadn't been a mysterious master secretly helping me today, they would have ended up here.