"Thank you, Mr. Luo." Qin Yang promised: "If Mr. Luo needs my help in the future, just ask."
Luo Chenyu was disdainful and sneered: "What kind of person is my grandfather, how could he possibly need your help? You really think highly of yourself!"
"Shut up!" Marquis Luo Wen lowered his face in displeasure and scolded: "If you say such uneducated words again, you will never leave Kyoto again!"
"grandfather..."
Luo Chenyu was very unconvinced. Even though he was telling the truth, his grandfather scolded him!
After hearing what Luo Chenyu said, Qin Yang also laughed it off.
Naturally, the people below must handle the matters arranged by Marquis Luo Wen quickly, and no one dares to delay.
Soon, Qin Yang took Zhao Lingxi on a transport plane to his small mountain village.
It was a bit dumbfounding to say that he was still hesitating whether to go back to the small mountain village, but now he had to go back.
He now really hopes that the old man is back, so that he can ask about the favor he owes the Lin family.
Zhao Zhongyang did not leave, but stayed at Wanyao Hall to entertain Marquis Luo Wen.
Although Luo Wenhou said that he didn't need it, Zhao Zhongyang still stayed. Anyway, he thought that he couldn't be of much help and it was better to wait for the good news at home.
The two of them sat opposite each other making tea, and Marquis Luo Wen said with a smile: "I didn't expect that you guys have some connection with the Han family in the East China Sea..."
Zhao Zhongyang said bitterly: "Who cares to have anything to do with them?"
Marquis Luo Wen comforted him for a few words, and then his phone dinged, as if a message had come in.
He took out his phone and clicked on it. He looked at this message for a long time.
After he put down his cell phone, he looked at Zhao Zhongyang meaningfully: "It seems that the biggest gain of my trip to Tianjiang is not the cure of my injuries."
Zhao Zhongyang also saw the look in his eyes and couldn't help but asked curiously: "Does Mr. Luo have any unexpected gains?"
Luo Chenyu also asked: "Grandpa, have you received any good news?"
Luo Wenhou gave up, thinking of Qin Yang who had just left, and smiled even more: "It is indeed good news, but... let's talk about it tomorrow."
...
A few hours later, the transport plane sent Qin Yang and Zhao Lingxi to the small mountain village where he had lived for twenty years.
The transport plane did not leave directly, but waited for Qin Yang in a nearby flat area.
Qin Yang unlocked the door and pushed open the wooden door. The inside was clean and spotless. Someone had obviously cleaned it.
"Master has come back?"
It has been almost three months since he left, so it stands to reason that the house cannot be completely dust-free.
Without having time to think about it, Qin Yang first put Zhao Lingxi on the bed, and then went out to look for the Soul-Eternal Grass.
The sky was almost dark, but Qin Yang had his spiritual mind by his side, so he could see clearly even in the darkest environment.
This small mountain village, let's call it ordinary, is considered ordinary. Let's say it is not ordinary, it is not ordinary either.
Qin Yang has been training himself in the mountains since he was a child, and his master, that bad old man, often threw him into deeper depths.
Every time he came back with bruises all over his body. There were many rough-skinned and thick-fleshed beasts in this continuous mountain, which even Qin Yang found difficult.
And the long-soul grass is right next to the entrance of a python's cave.
Now if I go to pick somewhere, I don't know if I will disturb the giant python.
However, Qin Yang is quite confident now. If the giant python is dishonest, he will beat it to death and make snake stew!