Lin Shaomin wiped the tears on her face and said with surprise and joy: "Brother, you mean you are fine? Has Master Jun cured you?"

Lin Shaocong nodded: "When the Dantian was reshaped, I... I knew I was recovering... but it was too painful to tell. Now... now that the meridians are reshaped, it doesn't hurt so much, and I... just...

Have the strength to speak."

Father Lin and Mother Lin were already devastated, but when they heard their son speak, they were overjoyed.

Mother Lin grabbed Lin Shaocong's hand and couldn't help crying: "Son, you scared grandma to death!"

Father Lin quickly said: "Don't move, don't move. Didn't you hear what Shao Cong said, haven't the meridians been reshaped yet?"

However, Lin Shaocong struggled to turn over and hold the hands of Father Lin and Mother Lin, and said softly: "Father and mother, don't blame sister. She...she believes that Lord Jun is right...that...that holy aunt is like that

To slander and humiliate my sister, I...I don't want her to cure me...Fortunately...fortunately for the Great Master Jun..."

No one in Qingye Palace noticed the changes in the Lin family at all.

At this time, everyone was immersed in the admiration and awe of Mule Pavilion.

With the Lin family as a warning, Mule Pavilion's reputation was pushed to its peak.

The five Yashuang people listened to the thousands of monks in the Qingye Palace shouting "Long live Mule Pavilion" in unison, with satisfaction on their faces.

However, at this moment, a high-pitched music rose into the sky.

That is the performance of the konghou.

The sound of the harp is often gentle and elegant, not loud.

But at this time, the sound of music drowned out everyone's voices.

Everyone's eyes were attracted unconsciously.

The next moment, a young man with blood stains on his chest stood up from the ground and jumped three feet high.

I don't know when a three-foot Qingfeng sword appeared in my hand, and a sword flower danced in the air.

The young man's swordsmanship was not outstanding, but the spiritual power that spread out in all directions when the sword flashed was indescribably pure and unrestrained.

It was as if the sword had become a part of his body.

"Well, then... isn't that a boy from the Lin family? Wasn't he executed to death?"

"Did I sense something wrong? Why do I feel that his sword intent and spiritual power are stronger than before he got sick?"

Lin Shaocong did somersaults in mid-air, and finally landed in front of Muyan, knelt down on one knee and said loudly: "Thank you, Lord Jun, for saving my life!"

Muyan gently plucked the strings on the harp with her fingertips, smiled slightly and said, "It's only because you are mentally tough enough that you can survive the pain of reshaping your Dantian."

Her control of the harp is far less smooth than that of the Tianmo Qin.

Ninth-grade spiritual weapons are far inferior to ancient divine objects.

So when she was treating Lin Shaocong, she also went through a lot of troubles and almost failed.

Fortunately, although Lin Shaocong was young, his mind was extremely persevering, and he managed to survive the ordeal of his Dantian breaking and reuniting with his willpower.

It's no wonder that at such a young age, he was able to reach the peak of the Golden Core.

Hearing Muyan's praise, Lin Shaocong showed a silly smile.

Muyan stretched out her hand: "Come here and I will take your pulse."

Lin Shaocong stepped forward quickly.

Seeing the girl put her slender jade-like fingers on his wheat-colored skin, his heart suddenly beat like a drum and his face turned red.

Muyan didn't notice the young man's thoughts at all, and said with a warm smile: "The condition has been cured. From now on, you can practice without any worries."
Chapter completed!