Qing Ming looked in the direction where the voice came from, and saw an old man over sixty years old standing at the door, still holding a bowl of soup and medicine in his hand. The old man hobbled to Qing Ming's side, put down the decoction in his hand, and hurriedly supported Qing Ming and said, "Childe, your injuries are so serious, let's lie down first!"

"Old man, what kind of place is this, how can I be here?" Qing Ming only remembered that he was walking forward in a daze, and he didn't know where he was, let alone where he was going.

"This is the Han family in Los Angeles, this morning... Ahem..."The old man coughed a few times, and continued in a hoarse voice, "This morning, our Han family's warriors entered the forest to hunt demon beasts and came back, passing through the avenue, and happened to find you unconscious in the middle of the road, so I took you back by the way." The one who brought you back......" The old man was about to say more, but a heroic voice came from the door:

"Oh, little brother, why did you wake up so quickly, with your injuries, I originally thought you would have to lie down for at least ten days and half a month before you woke up!"

Qing Ming shifted his gaze and looked at the door, only to see a big man with a full beard standing at the door, and stepped into the door.

"Old Han, thank you for your hard work! Little brother has your care!" said the big man with a smile and respectfully to the old man.

"Where is this, old slave, I just sit down and do my part, where is it comparable to you licking blood at the knife all day long and working hard for our Han family!" The old man also smiled slightly, and then realized something, turned his head to look at Qing Ming and said, "Oh! By the way, Childe, this is the person who rescued you back, his name is Fan Chong." ”

Seeing this, Qing Ming naturally knew the truth of knowing that he wanted to repay his kindness, although his face was pale, he did not hesitate at all in the movements in his hands, and hurriedly said: "Thank you Brother Fan for saving your life!"

"Hey, it's okay, it's just a gesture, in this chaotic world, it should be possible to help each other, besides, if it were someone else, they would probably do the same!" Fan Zhong said with a smile.

"I don't know where the little brother's family lives, why did he go to the Demon Beast Forest alone?" Fan Chong said as he looked at Qing Ming again.

Qing Ming heard him ask about his home, his face became even more pale, home, what is home, master, senior brother, Chang Tingzhou... It all happened yesterday like a dream.

Fan Chong saw the change in Qing Ming's face, and naturally knew what happened to him, and hurriedly patted his chest and comforted: "Little brother, it doesn't matter, my big brother Fan will be your family in the future, if there is any difficulty in the future, I Fan Chong will support you!"

"Childe, don't think too much, take care of your injuries here, although the strength of our Han family is not too big, but we still have a certain status in this Los Angeles City!" the old man also looked at Qing Ming Dao with a smile.

Qing Ming nodded to them gratefully, Fan Zhong nodded to the old man, and the old man also understood, looked at Qing Ming again and said, "Childe, you take care of your injuries here first, we still have something to do!"

"It's okay, you guys are busy with your business!" Qing Ming reluctantly squeezed out a smile.

"Haha... Little brother, have a good rest, we are one step ahead, if you need anything, just open your mouth, just treat it as your own home!" Fan Chong, the big man with his cheeks, walked out of the door with the old man in his arms, and Qing Ming could clearly see the anxious look on their faces.

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

Carved window lattices, simple furniture, a pair of landscape calligraphy and paintings hung on the wall not far from him, thinking that the owner here must love elegant things. The layout of the rooms is so intentional and ambient. Just as he was contemplating his surroundings, he suddenly realized a serious problem.

"Green Sword!"

Subconsciously opened his mouth and shouted, his whole body and mind trembled, his hands kept groping on the side of the bed, when he touched the familiar feeling, he put his mind at ease, turned his head to look, the cyan saber was lying peacefully beside him, this was the only thing his master left to him, he regarded it as life.

calmed down, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to check his body, not looking at it, he didn't know, it really scared him. All the true qi was dissipated, and there was not a trace left on his body, and a bitter smile couldn't help but appear at the corner of Qing Ming's mouth. Originally, after a year of cultivation, his strength had recovered eighty percent, and he had finally reached the level of a lower-level martial artist, but due to overexertion, his injuries recurred, and he once returned to the pre-liberation period. Now I don't want to talk about martial artists, I'm afraid I can't even reach the skill of a martial artist.

"Samurai, Martial Master, Martial King, Second Emperor, Martial Emperor!" Qing Ming muttered to himself, and when he said Martial Emperor, his insurmountable feeling like Mount Tai overwhelming appeared in his heart again, and his fists couldn't help but clench.

"Demon Cult!"

As soon as the name is mentioned, he will think of that scene, and his heart is in sharp pain, Qing Ming retracted his sense, trying to calm himself, and the surrounding aura lingered around him again, burrowing into his body with a trace, repairing his torn body.

I don't know how long it took, Qing Ming heard the sound of a rooster in his ears, he opened his eyes, spit out a mouthful of turbid breath in his chest, after a day and a night of recuperation, a trace of aura gradually gathered in his body, but fortunately his body was strong enough, otherwise it would take at least half a month to get out of bed and walk with his injury.

Qing Ming picked up the cyan saber next to the bed and got out of bed, opened the door, a fresh air flow suddenly came to his face, and he didn't forget to carefully observe the scene in the courtyard while being refreshed, the courtyard was silent and uninhabited, Qing Ming wondered in his heart, why was there no one early in the morning?

Qing Ming subconsciously raised his feet and walked down the steps, walked out of the gate of the courtyard step by step, and crossed the threshold only to find that he had entered the courtyard again, and then he realized that this courtyard was the main space for the real Han family mansion to enter and exit, and the place where he lived was just a side house.

"Who are you, and why are you here?"

Qing Ming was interrupted by this sudden voice, and when he looked up, he saw a small man with a watering pot looking at him suspiciously.

"I... I'm..."Qing Ming didn't know how to respond to the little guy in front of him for a while.

"It can't be the spy of the Wang family!" The little guy suddenly realized something, the kettle in his hand fell to the ground instantly, and he hurriedly picked up a broom beside him, making a desperate appearance.

"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 little guy's eyes were obviously stunned, and he looked at Qing Ming again in disbelief.

"There is also an old man, Brother Fan calls him Han Lao, and he is taking care of me these days!" Qing Ming said again in order to make him believe it completely.

"Oh! It turned out to be you! You are the kid that Brother Fan rescued, Steward Han repeatedly told me to wait and take care of you! I thought it was the Wang family who took the opportunity to attack us" The little guy suddenly realized, put down the broom in his hand, picked up the kettle on the ground, and walked to the side.

Qing Ming saw an eleven or twelve-year-old boy pretending to be an old man talking, and he couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

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

"Don't say it, the Luocheng royal family is too deceitful, all our family members and guards have gone to the city!" the little guy sighed leisurely, and then a look of great hatred appeared on his face.

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

"It's really troublesome, and it's annoying, if you don't get it right, Los Angeles won't have a place for our Han family, our entourage doesn't matter, but it's just a pity for the eldest lady of our family, this kind of thing happened just after the old man died, obviously taking advantage of the fire to rob!"

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