Lin Yuanqing woke up slowly, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the tip of Wang Xiaohu's nose against the tip of his nose, blinking these big eyes looking at him quietly from top to bottom, and Lin Yuanqing, who didn't react for a while, almost didn't catch his breath.

"Ahh

Lin Yuanqing wanted to sit up, but the wound in his abdomen made him lie on his back on the bed in pain.

After the village chief stepped forward and slowly helped him to sit up, the farmer behind him fell to his knees, muttering about Engong and kowtowing incessantly.

The farmer who kowtowed was the one who had cut off his beard before, Lin Yuanqing struggled to help him up, and said, "Uncle, don't be like this, Yuanqing can't afford it." ”

After the farmer got up, he still kept thanking him, and the villagers behind him also thanked him continuously, Lin Yuanqing looked at the village chief helplessly, and the village chief just looked at him with a smile on his face.

At this time, he suddenly thought that he should have killed the beard before he fainted, but he still needed to confirm it, so he hurriedly asked the village chief, "Village chief, have the thieves been confirmed to be all dead?"

"Well, Eun Gong has shown his might, all seven people are dead, and Eun Gong doesn't have to worry. The village chief said.

"Brother Lin is so powerful!" Wang Xiaolong grabbed his arm and said with admiration on his face.

"Hehe, I wouldn't be like this if I was really good. Lin Yuanqing smiled bitterly and pointed to the wound on his abdomen and said.

"That's also powerful! Brother Lin is better than everyone I've ever seen!Can Brother Lin teach me martial arts?" Wang Xiaolong's admiration did not diminish, and he stared intently at Lin Yuanqing's face.

"Smack!" "Ouch!"

"Stinky boy, I've been thinking about how to make trouble all day long, Engong has just woken up and needs to rest, don't disturb others!" Wang Xiaohu and his father appeared behind him at this time and slapped him on the back of the head.

"It doesn't matter. Lin Yuanqing patted Wang Xiaolong's shoulder and said, "Xiaolong, let's talk about this when everything here is settled." ”

"Hmm!" Wang Xiaolong covered his head and nodded solemnly.

Lin Yuanqing said, raised his head and hugged his fist to the other villagers in the house and said: "It is the responsibility of my generation to draw a sword to help when the road is uneven, so everyone doesn't need to thank me, it's all what I should, and everyone should go home." ”

"Let's go back, Eun Gong needs to rest. The village chief also spoke at the right time, and everyone could only walk outside.

Lin Yuanqing breathed a long sigh of relief and said to the village chief: "Village chief, go back too, I want to sleep again, and I will go to you when I wake up." ”

The village chief wanted to speak and stopped, then nodded and instructed Lin Yuanqing to call him at any time if he needed to be in the room next to him.

Lin Yuanqing watched the village chief go out of the door, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to have luck.

When he had fought with the Seven before, he had clearly felt something strange in his body, as if there was another person in his body.

As the True Qi flowed, Lin Yuanqing entered a state of meditation, and the wound on his abdomen was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Time passed little by little, and when Lin Yuanqing opened his eyes again, it was still dark, he didn't notice that the injuries on his body had healed, yawned, and fell asleep.

The next day, Lin Yuanqing got up early in the morning, and was surprised to find that the wound had completely healed, and he moved his muscles and bones and practiced in the yard for half an hour.

Just as he was about to meditate for a while, a villager bumped into the door, grabbed Lin Yuanqing's arms in a panic, and stumbled and said, "Well... Eun Gong! Oh no!"