Qing Ming looked in the direction from which the sound came, and saw an old man over sixty years old standing at the door, holding a bowl of soup in his hand. The old man staggered to Qing Ming's side, put down the soup in his hand, and hurriedly

He supported Qing Ming and said: "Master, your injury is so serious, you'd better lie down first!"

"Old man! What is this place? Why am I here?" Qing Ming only remembered that he was walking forward in a daze, not knowing where he was, let alone where he was going.

"This is the Han family in Luo City. This morning...ahem..." the old man coughed a few times and continued in a hoarse voice, "this morning our Han family's warriors went into the forest to hunt monsters and came back.

Passing the main road, I happened to find you unconscious in the middle of the road, so I brought you back by the way. The person who brought you back..." The old man wanted to continue, but another heroic voice came from the door:

"Oops! Little brother, how come you woke up so quickly? With your injuries, I originally thought you would have to lie down for at least ten days and a half before you wake up!"

Qing Ming shifted his gaze and looked at the doorrail, only to see a tall man with a beard standing at the door and stepping into the door.

"Mr. Han, thank you for your hard work! My little brother is now under your care!" The big man with cheeks smiled and said respectfully to the old man.

"Where is this? I'm just doing my job, old slave. How can it compare to you licking blood from the edge of a knife all day long and working hard for our Han family!" The old man also smiled slightly, and then realized something.

, turned to look at Qing Ming and said, "Oh! By the way, Master, this is the person who rescued you. His name is Fan Zhong."

When Qing Ming saw this, he naturally understood the principle of repaying a favor with kindness. Although his face was pale, he did not hesitate in his movements. He quickly raised his hands and said, "Thank you, Brother Fan, for saving your life!"

"Hey! It doesn't matter, it's just a little effort. In this chaotic world, it's right to help each other. Besides, if it were other people, I think they would do the same!" Fan Zhong said with a chuckle.

"I wonder where my little brother lives? Why did a man go to the monster forest?" Fan Zhong looked at Qing Ming again and said.

Qing Ming's face turned even paler when he heard him ask about his home. Home? What is home? Master, senior brother, Changtingzhou... everything happened yesterday like a dream.

Fan Zhong saw the change in Qing Ming's face and naturally knew what happened to him. He quickly patted his chest and comforted him: "Little brother, it doesn't matter. I, Brother Fan, will be your family from now on. If you have any difficulties in the future,

I, Fan Zhong, will support you!"

"Sir, don't think too much, just take good care of yourself here. Although our Han family is not very powerful, we still have a certain status in Luo City!" The old man also looked at Qing Ming with a smile.

Qing Ming nodded gratefully to them, Fan Zhong nodded to the old man, and the old man agreed. He looked at Qing Ming again and said, "Sir, you stay here to recover from your injuries. We have some things to do!"

"It's okay, you can go about your business!" Qing Ming forced out a smile.

"Haha... Little brother, have a good rest. We are one step ahead. If you need anything, just ask, just treat it as your own home!" Fan Zhong, a big man with a beard, helped the old man out of the room. Qing Ming obviously saw

You can see the anxious look on their faces.

I just don’t know what important thing they encountered! Qing Ming muttered, watching them walk out of the courtyard, Qing Ming then carefully looked at the surrounding environment.

Carved window lattice, simple furniture, and a landscape calligraphy and painting were hung on the wall not far from him. The owner who wanted to come here must like elegant things. The layout of the room was so artistic and atmospheric. Just as he was concentrating on observing the surrounding scene

At that moment, suddenly, he realized a very serious problem.

"Qingming Sword!"

He shouted subconsciously, his whole body and mind were shaken, and his hands kept groping around the bed. When he touched the familiar feeling, he relaxed and turned around to look. The green sword was lying peacefully on his bed.

Around him, this is the only thing left to him by his master, and he regards it as life.

He calmed down, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to check his body. He didn't know it without looking at it, and it really scared him. All the energy was gone, and not a trace remained on his body. Qing Ming couldn't help but have a smile on his face.

He gave a wry smile. Originally, after a year of training, his skills had recovered 80%, and he had reached the level of a lower-level martial artist. However, due to excessive exertion, the injury recurred, and once he returned to before liberation, he was different now.

Speaking of martial arts masters, I'm afraid they can't even reach the first level of martial arts skills.

"Warrior, martial artist, Martial King, Second Emperor, Martial Emperor!" Qing Ming murmured to himself. When he said Martial Emperor, the insurmountable feeling like the weight of Mount Tai appeared in his heart again, and his fists could not help but clenched.

"Devil Cult! Evil Sang!"

As soon as he mentioned this name, he would think of that scene, and his heart would feel sharp pain again. Qing Ming withdrew his consciousness and tried to calm himself down. The surrounding aura lingered around him again, and penetrated into his body bit by bit, repairing it.

His body was riddled with holes.

I don't know how long it took, but Qing Ming heard the sound of roosters crowing in his ears. He opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air in his chest. After a day and night of recuperation, a trace of spiritual energy gradually gathered in his body. Fortunately, his

His body is strong enough, otherwise it wouldn't be possible. With his injuries, it would take at least half a month before he can get out of bed and walk.

Qing Ming picked up the green sword beside the bed and got out of bed, opened the door, and a fresh air flow suddenly hit her face. While feeling refreshed, she did not forget to carefully observe the scene in the courtyard. The courtyard was quiet and deserted, Qing Ming

Ming was wondering, why was there no one there so early in the morning?

Qing Ming subconsciously walked down the steps and walked out of the courtyard door step by step. After crossing the threshold, he found that he had entered the courtyard again. Only then did he realize that this courtyard was the real main space for entering and exiting the Han family's mansion, and where he lived

The place is just a side house.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

Qing Ming was interrupted from his thoughts by the sudden sound. He looked up and saw a boy carrying a watering can looking at him suspiciously.

"I...I am..." Qing Ming didn't know how to respond to the boy in front of him for a moment.

"Could he be a spy from the Wang family?" The boy suddenly realized something. The kettle in his hand instantly fell to the ground, and he hurriedly picked up a broom next to him, as if he was going to fight desperately.

"No, no, no, I'm not a spy. It was Brother Fan Chongfan who saved me and brought me here to recuperate!" Qing Ming was afraid that he would misunderstand, so he quickly explained.

"Brother Fan Chongfan!" After hearing Qing Ming say this name, the boy's eyes were obviously stunned, and he looked at Qing Ming again with doubt.

"There is another old man, Brother Fan calls him Mr. Fan. He is taking care of me these days!" Qing Ming said this again in order to convince him completely.

"Oh! It turns out to be you! You are the boy that Brother Fan rescued. Butler Han repeatedly asked me to look after you! I thought it was the Wang family who took the opportunity to attack us." The boy suddenly realized and put down his hand.

Broom, pick up the kettle on the ground, and walk to the side.

Qing Ming couldn't help but feel funny when she saw an eleven or twelve-year-old boy pretending to be mature.

Seeing how deserted the courtyard was, I couldn't help but ask: "Why is there no one there so early in the morning?"

"Stop talking, the Wang family in Luocheng has gone too far. All our servants and guards have gone to the city!" The boy sighed leisurely, and then a look of great hatred appeared on his face.

"Is there any trouble with the Han family?" Qing Ming asked doubtfully.

"There is indeed trouble, and it's a big trouble. If it doesn't go well, our Han family will no longer have a place in Luo City. We followers don't care, but we only pity the eldest daughter of our family. This happened just after the master passed away.

What happened is obviously an act of robbery!"
Chapter completed!