Outside Wushuang City, inside the hut.

Qin Nan looked at Qin Shuang'er with a tender and doting face.

It took five hours for Qin Nan to finally expel the coldness from Shuang'er's body.

However, after three days of torture in the dungeon, the cold air enters the marrow and penetrates the heart veins. Even if his spiritual energy is special, it cannot be completely solved, so he can only temporarily suppress it.

But Qin Nan believes that immortality will not give up. As long as he is stronger, he can fundamentally solve it.

Looking at Qin Shuang'er who was sleeping, a long-lost smile appeared on Qin Nan's face.

"From now on, you will be my only relative of Qin Nan. As long as Qin Nan survives for one day, no one will be allowed to hurt you."

Qin Nan whispered, and he looked up at the window. The sky was completely dark before he knew it.

When I made an appointment with Qin Zhan for one month, I had to do something. With my current cultivation level, I was far from being a match for Qin Zhan.

Taking advantage of the darkness of the night and wind, Qin Nan decided to return to Qin Mansion and retrieve his own things. As the eldest master of the Qin Mansion, Qin Nan still has many treasures accumulated over time, especially spirit stones and elixirs, among which there are elixirs that are of great help to Qin Shuang'er's injuries, and they are hidden in his residence.

"It seems like I'm going back."

Qin Nan quietly closed the door and disappeared quietly into the night.

Under the night, Qin Nan's figure was like a ghost.

Now, Qin Nan finally saw the horror of the immortal sword soul.

His transformation is not just the regeneration of the sword soul.

It is a comprehensive transformation.

Now his speed is much stronger than before, and he can't compare even at the peak of Qi Gathering Realm.

Soon, Qin Nan came to the darkness opposite the back door of the Qin family.

Just standing here, Qin Nan was full of thoughts.

Things change, human nature is weak and cold.

Once upon a time, he was a genius of the Qin family and the pride of the Qin family. All the people of the Qin family were proud of him.

They were like dog legs, with their saddles in front of the horse and showing off their flattery.

But now, once you lose power, people are worse than dogs!

Even when you go home, you have to use this sneaky way.

"Ha, human nature!"

Qin Nan smiled bitterly.

This is human nature. When you can do it, you will say whatever you say. If you can't do it, no matter how brilliant you were, you are now a dog and everyone despises you.

But soon, Qin Nan became firm.

Sentimentality is useless, strength is the key.

"Hurry up, the young master is breaking through seclusion. The lady has already told me to strictly prevent someone from entering the Qin Mansion."

"What a joke? Who dares to go in?"

"Who dares? Have you forgotten Qin Nan before? When he rushed to the dungeon alone, do you think he dares?"

"Hey, it's really. Since it's already a waste, just accept your fate. Why do we have so many troubles that we can't be at ease."

In front of the door, the two guards were communicating one by one.

Hearing these words, Qin Nan's eyes were cold and angry.

Once upon a time, they feared themselves like gods, but now they open their mouths and shut up their mouths, and every word they say is beaded in the heart.

But Qin Nan forced himself to calm down.

He can't expose himself.

Qin Nan activated the soul of the immortal sword, and the sword intent rippled all over his body, and his aura was also hidden at this moment.

Qin Nan did not hesitate. His steps were like the wind, like a ghost walking in the night. He quietly crossed the high wall while moving.

Qin Nan was so familiar with this place. He was like a raccoon cat who had always been strong, without showing any sound, and soon came to the villa where he used to live.

There are mountains and water in the other courtyard, and the environment is elegant, and the lights are brightly lit at this moment. It seems that after the sun sets in the west, even his residence is occupied.

"Tsk tsk, Qin Nan is worthy of living in such a place? He is also worthy of such a delicate maid? Is he worthy?"

In the room, someone laughed proudly, and there was uncovered humiliation in his voice.

Qin Nan's eyes were cold, and the sword intent surged, surging his eyes.

He flashed out of the doors and windows of the room, and the scenes in the room were fully visible.

"It's him!" Qin Nan felt cruel in his heart, and murderous intent burst out instantly.

If it weren't for the operation of the immortal soul that made Qin Nan sober, he might be unable to control it.

The person in front of me was Qin Fu, the housekeeper of Qin Mansion.

He is Song Lan's number one lackey. He took a lot of effort to deprive him of his sword soul.

So at this moment, Qin Nan almost lost control.

But what Qin Nan couldn't tolerate was that it was in the room at this time.

Qin Fu sat upright on the recliner.

One of his former maids pinched his back behind his back, and the other knelt on the ground to wash his feet.

And seeing that their faces were all red, they had obviously been beaten.

"Say, is Qin Nan a waste?" Qin Fu asked again.

"Young Master... he is not a waste!" The maid Xiaolian stopped the movement in her hand and gritted her teeth.

Bang!

"How dare he be stubborn? Bitch."

Qin Fu had a slap with his backhand.

"You said, Qin Nan is a dog? No, he is not even as good as a dog now. Hahaha, seeing that, everything he has now is mine. The house is mine, the things in the house are mine, and you are mine, too." Qin Fu laughed arrogantly.

At the same time, he stood up and grabbed another maid's neck.

"Answer me!"

The maid struggled, her hands doodling in the air.

Outside the room, Qin Nan felt angry when he saw this scene.

He couldn't stand it! This old dog not only occupied his own villa, but also bullied his maid.

He had only one idea now, which was to dispose of Qin Fu.

But now is not the time to be impulsive. The purpose of this trip is to retrieve the things and wait until the things are obtained before teaching this old dog a lesson.

Qin Nan walked towards a side room not far away. He quietly opened the door and closed it casually. There was a dark cube in the deepest part of the side room, which was the place where he stored his treasures.

Qin Nan was familiar with the road and opened the dark grid. In the empty dark grid, there was nothing except a discarded painting.

"It's gone."

Qin Nan frowned, very disappointed, but was expected.

When he picked up the scroll, Qin Nan couldn't help but sigh. This scroll, which was discarded like garbage, was Qin Nan's favorite painting. He gently opened the scroll, and the scene of the landscape swordsman appeared in front of him.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, a generation of swordsmen.

Let’s look at the painting, a stunning sword, proudly above the sky, with a proud aura, solitary and independent, extraordinary. This is also the reason why Qin Nan liked this painting. He once received it in a market, but because he liked it, he put it away.

Buzz...

Suddenly, a hurricane suddenly surged on the divine platform, and the soul of the immortal sword trembled slightly.

And the picture in front of me began to blur.

"What's going on? Why did this painting cause the restlessness of the immortal sword soul?"

Qin Nan was shocked. He shook his swollen head and looked at the scroll. The peerless battle sword that was proud of the sky actually came alive and burst out thousands of golden lights, which made Qin Nan unable to open his eyes.

The next moment, Qin Nan felt like he was being involved in the painting, with mountains and rivers still, the void solidified, and there was only a sword left in the whole world.

In a trance, a sound suddenly fell into my ears.

"I am Li Chunyang, the Marquis of Chunyang Sword."

"Before the age of thirty, I was left alone with the sword."

"At the age of thirty, provoking bullies, and their families were destroyed. Under endless hatred, the Pure Yang Sword Soul awakens."

"From then, swords danced in the wind and clouds, and slapped the world to kill all evil people."

"At the age of sixty, I suddenly realized. Although the sword is sharp, it is difficult to destroy people's hearts."

"In despair, I have to hold my own sword intent in the scroll, leaving it to those who are destined to be."
To be continued...