Lin Xun: "Dad, you see, Master specially found a top-quality fur robe to give to you as compensation, so don't worry about it anymore."
Lin Ping: "Compensation? This means returning the property to its original owner. What kind of compensation is it? Why didn't the brat come? Shouldn't he have made a special trip to send it here? There is no sincerity at all!"
Shaoan was stunned: "That brat, who is...?"
Lin Xun reminded in a low voice: "It's Master."
That's too much. Why does this old man call Brother Thirteen that way?
Shaoan: "Uncle Lin, Thirteenth Brother is seriously injured and can't go out. I originally wanted to come and see you, but it's really inconvenient. Please forgive me."
Chang Shisan encountered a conspiracy from Shimen - however, this was only mentioned in the world, and most people had no idea what kind of conspiracy Chang Shisan encountered.
Neither the Tianyun Mountain Sect nor Shimen wanted to publicize such a shameful thing. The Tianyunshan Sect, which suffered a murderous attack, did not want to publicize its negligence, and Shimen, who used despicable methods, did not want people in the world to know about it.
Lin Ping sat up straight and frowned: "Severely injured?"
Shaoan: "Yes."
Lin Xun: "Dad, you don't know that Master almost died. Fortunately, Shaoan brought Master back. It was such a close call. I was almost scared to death that day."
Lin Ping stood up: "Is it so serious?"
Shaoan: "Yes. Brother Thirteen is very lucky, and he saved his life with the Blood-Shocking Pill."
Blood-Shocking Pill—Lin Ping’s best eldest brother, Xiao Dong, died from the Blood-Shocking Pill. These three words were deeply engraved in Lin Ping’s heart.
A heart-wrenching, uncontrollable worry suddenly surged into my heart.
Lin Ping: "How is that brat doing now?"
Shaoan: "The recovery is going well. After another detoxification, the poison of the Blood-Shocking Pill can be completely eliminated. Uncle Lin, don't worry, Brother Thirteen is fine."
Lin Ping: "Then, does his kung fu still exist?"
Shaoan: "It will take half a year to fully recover."
After hearing this, Lin Ping could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Chang Shisan is the backbone of the Tianyun Mountain Sect. If he falls, the Tianyun Mountain Sect will surely encounter a disaster. The crisis of 89 years ago must not happen again.
Lin Ping paced and muttered: "If that's the case, no wonder he slaughtered Zhangjiazhuang with blood."
Something suddenly occurred to his mind. He pulled Lin Xun and looked at it carefully: "It didn't hurt you, did it?"
Lin Xun shook his head: "No. Master, he protected me all the time until I lost consciousness. Dad, please stop blaming Master. Please forgive us. I brought you the fur robe to make amends."
He walked to the chair and sat down, holding his shaky hands behind his back as he sat down. There was still a dull pain in his knees.
"If master hadn't wanted to get a good sword for me, he wouldn't have gone to Zhangjiazhuang to find Qiu Zimei. If he hadn't gone to Zhangjiazhuang, he wouldn't have had to go through this disaster, let alone the bloodletting one after another. I... I feel heartbroken when I see it.
Extremely, I owe Master so much, Dad."
The more I talk about it, the sadder I feel and the more I blame myself.
When the poison entered his body and he couldn't bear it, Chang Shisan was still thinking about how to end Zhang Qin's life and how to save Lin Xun's life. He did what a master should do.
I am looking for the best sword for my disciple. If I don’t have this sword, I should avoid this difficulty.
Lin Ping noticed his movements and carefully touched Lin Xun's knees. Lin Xun took a breath of cold air.
"hiss……"
Lin Ping: "How?"
Lin Xun turned his head and said, "Master punished me, it's okay, it doesn't hurt."
It's not like Lin Ping didn't know that Chang Shisan's methods were always cruel and ruthless. He was worried about his youngest son being wronged from the beginning.
"Is it hard to follow him?"
Lin Xun: "No, it's pretty good."
Lin Ping grabbed Lin Xun's palm. His originally tender hands were no longer full of calluses. When he touched them, he no longer felt like a simple child.
The Xun'er in front of him seemed to have grown up instantly.
Lin Ping: "Show daddy if you have any injuries."
Lin Xun impulsively refused: "No!"
There were whip wounds on his body, especially on his back. They were all given by Chang Shisan. If his father saw it, his father would embarrass his master again.
Lin Ping's eyes were full of heartache, and he looked into Lin Xun's eyes affectionately: "It's very painful, isn't it."
At some point, a layer of crystal light blurred his eyes, and Lin Xun shook his head: "I am very happy to be the master's disciple, and it is not bitter at all. He is a true father."
Lin Ping was extremely pleased.
Xun'er has grown up. In a short time, his son has changed into a different person. He is no longer a delicate "young master". He understands what is valuable and who is good to him. Although the way
It wasn't great, but Xun'er learned to experience it with his heart.
Although he still maintains his usual "young master brother" pride in his temper, he has long kept etiquette and justice in his heart.
Shaoan: "Don't worry, Uncle Lin. Brother Thirteen and Xun'er are getting along very well. During these days, Brother Thirteen has never made any real move towards Xun'er. Not now, and certainly not in the future."
Lin Ping smiled: "Yes, I believe that."
Lin Xun also smiled, bright and innocent.
As for the theft of the fur robe, it was of course swept away by the wind like a fallen leaf.
Let him let bygones be bygones.
You brat, you deserve a lot of credit for teaching him the most difficult son to discipline.
Lin Xun was worried about how to apologize to his father and how to ask for his father's forgiveness. In the end, all his efforts were in vain. He forced Shaoan to be his shield, but it actually didn't come in handy.
Lin Ping: "Go and visit your eldest brother later. You haven't seen each other for a long time. Your eldest brother often talks about it."
Lin Xun nodded: "I know, Dad."
Lin Ping: "When are you leaving?"
Lin Xun: "At least I will get the chief helmsman before tomorrow's evening class."
Lin Ping felt a little disappointed in his heart. He came and went in a hurry. He had just entered the door and had to go back in one night. How could he let go.
Lin Xun seemed to see what his father was thinking: "Dad, the New Year is coming, I will definitely come back on New Year's Eve. By the gang annual meeting this year, I can stay with you for at least ten days."
Lin Ping: "Oh, okay. Shaoan, come with me and show you where I live."
…
Lin Ping: "Remember to tell the brat to keep warm..."
Shaoan: "I know, Uncle Lin."
Lin Ping: "Also, be more careful in the future. You still have to be wary of others, especially in his position. Be careful."
Shaoan: "Yeah!"
Lin Ping: "Let Xun'er take care of him more and don't let him idle around."
Shaoan: "Okay, got it."
Lin Ping: "By the way, I'm going to see him during the Chinese New Year. I won't bother you for the next few days and let him take good care of himself..."
Shao An thought: This old man is really nagging.
Lin Xun: "Dad, you are so annoying... ugh."
When leaving Fuliu Villa, Lin Ping specially brought Chang Shisan the ultimate wound medicine that Fuliu Villa had collected for many years. He also brought the high-quality Ganoderma lucidum that Lin Ping had never been willing to take as a tonic.