For everything that happened in the Lingwu Sect, Qin Yan, who was far away in Tianshui Gate, didn't know, and at this time, he was at a loss for what was happening in front of him.

Because in front of him, hundreds of people knelt neatly on the ground under the leadership of an old man.

"Thank you little immortal for saving your life!"

Seeing the old men who were about the same age as his grandfather kneeling on the ground tremblingly, Qin Yan couldn't bear it.

"Get up, they dare to do such an evil deed within the scope of Tianshuimen, as a disciple of Tianshuimen, this is my responsibility."

Qin Yan hurriedly helped the old man who took the lead up.

"Then there is a little fairy Lao!"

The old man was flattered.

Because this village is relatively close to Tianshui Gate, there are often immortals who occasionally settle down, but they have always looked at them with a lofty look, and no one has ever been so polite as Qin Yan.

Except for the old man, everyone else was trembling, and they didn't even dare to raise their heads.

Only occasionally, a few seven or eight-year-old teenagers secretly looked up at Qin Yan, but when they saw the scar on his face, they were so frightened that they didn't dare to breathe.

Qin Yan wanted to cry without tears, he was the existence at the bottom when he arrived at Tianshuimen, in the past three years, he had never been in contact with mortals outside, and before that, as the young master of the Qin family, he had come into contact with people who cultivated immortals, and he had never encountered such a situation.

"Everyone, get up, you guys really torture me too much, I'm just an ordinary disciple of Tianshuimen."

Qin Yan really couldn't help it, with a wave of his hand, a wave of aura was released, holding everyone up, making them unable to kneel anymore.

And when those people saw such a miracle displayed by Qin Yan, their expressions became more and more respectful.

"Okay, this old man, you are the village head, let everyone go home separately, there are still a lot of follow-up things to do, besides, I'm hungry too!"

Qin Yan had no choice but to say to the village chief.

The village chief nodded and said to everyone: "Since the little immortals have said so, everyone should go back quickly, remember to bury the dead well, and then take out the best things and treat the little immortals well." ”

Everyone bowed deeply to Qin Yan again and returned home.

And Qin Yan came to his house under the leadership of the village chief.

It was a simple farm yard with harvested corn, rice and other vegetables, and a couple and a child standing quietly at the door of the yard.

"Little immortal, haven't you asked for your name yet?"

The village chief let Qin Yan into the courtyard.

"My husband is polite, my name is Qin Yan."

Qin Yan said as a junior.

When the couple saw Qin Yan, they were also unusually respectful.

"Thank you Qin Immortal for saving our family's life!"

Qin Yan waved his hand, but the child was not afraid of him, but said with some curiosity: "Little brother, are you the legendary immortal?" ”

Qin Yan smiled, the scars on his face twitched, looking a little terrifying, which made the couple's faces change.

"I'm not an immortal, just a cultivator, little guy, what's your name?"

Qin Yan touched the child's head.

"My name is Sun Mengfan."

The child's crisp voice came, and he was not afraid of Qin Yan at all, but instead took Qin Yan's hand.

"Little brother, how did the injury on your face come about?"

Qin Yan's face remained unchanged, but the couple's face changed greatly, and the man slapped him.

"Mengfan, how do you speak?"

Qin Yan blocked the man's hand.

"It's okay, he's still a kid!"

After saying this, Qin Yan was also a little funny, he was only a teenager, but after so many twists and turns, his mentality had become a little mature.

Seeing that Qin Yan was not angry, the man breathed a sigh of relief.

The woman said to Qin Yan and the village chief, "Qin Xianren, father-in-law, then I'll go and prepare lunch." ”

The village chief nodded, and the couple dragged the young man away, for fear that he would say the wrong thing again and cause the immortals to be dissatisfied.

The young man was dragged away by his parents, but he didn't forget to smile at Qin Yan.

Qin Yan then sat in the house with the village chief, talking without a match.

In the air, there was a faint cry, which made Qin Yan's mood a little heavy.

"Uncle, does this kind of blood refining happen often?"

"This is the scope of Tianshui Gate, and things like this rarely happen, but because there are no cultivators in this village, they are occasionally attacked by demon beasts."

There was deep helplessness in the old man's tone.

Qin Yan has relatives in his heart, there is no way, this is the reality of mortals in this world, not only will he encounter cultivators with sinister intentions, but also the threat of demon beasts.

"What is the purpose of cultivating immortals?"

In the past, Qin Yan had always been immersed in cultivation and never asked about other things, and the Qin family had never had a mortal servant, but after this series of changes, he also knew that there were not only cultivators in this world, but more, those mortals who struggled between life and death every day.

"Boy, your knowledge is still too little, the cultivation realm is very cruel, in this world, the law of the jungle is even worse than the mortal world."

Ancient voices came.

Qin Yan did not answer the ancient words, but fell into deep thought.

The village chief saw that Qin Yan didn't speak again, so he silently retreated.

The lunch was unusually rich, although they were all small dishes of the farmhouse, but they made Qin Yan feast, the meat was delicious, and the green vegetables carried a faint earthy smell, Qin Yan had never eaten such a delicious thing in Tianshuimen or the Qin family before.

After lunch, Qin Yan also said goodbye to the village chief and prepared to return to Tianshuimen.

But when he went out, he found the villagers standing at the door.

"Uncle, what's going on?"

Qin Yan was a little inexplicable.

"Qin Xiaoxian saved our village, everyone wants to invite the immortal to live for another night, they want to treat you well."

The village chief said.

Qin Yan looked at everyone's expectant eyes, and had no choice but to nod and agree.

As night fell, the small courtyards of each family floated up with curling smoke, with a trace of fireworks in the world.

The aroma of the food wafted in the wind, accompanied by the dotted lights in the darkness, making Qin Yan feel the tranquility that he had not felt for a long time.

In the middle of the village, a large bonfire was lit, and wooden tables were filled with hearty food.

Qin Yan sat on the main seat, surrounded by village elders, middle-aged people, young people, and on the farthest separate table, there were village children.

They all looked at Qin Yan with a reverent gaze.

When everyone was seated, the village chief first raised his glass.

"Thank you Qin Xiaoxian for saving the lives of our entire village."

Everyone raised their glasses.

"Xie Xianren!"

Qin Yan also raised his wine glass and toasted to everyone.

As everyone raised their glasses, streams of gray glimmer of light were unexpectedly released from the bodies of these mortals, merging into Qin Yan's body.

Qin Yan's tenth vein became extremely active, absorbing all those gray glimmers into it, and as it absorbed, the tenth vein was slowly becoming thicker.

"What's going on?"

Qin Yan clearly felt the changes in his body.

"Borrow? Qin Yan, your freshman's tenth vein is not simple! ”

Ancient said.

For the ancient words, Qin Yan also felt a little puzzled, in the past, even if he had the tenth vein, it only increased his cultivation speed and the storage of spiritual energy, and there had never been such a change.

"Is this really a variable, borrowing from Fan, it has never appeared!"

There was also a hint of uncertainty in the ancient voice, and this time, even he couldn't see through Qin Yan's changes.