Although the voice was very light, the expressions were different when everyone heard it. The old slave Qin Uncle was very confused. Qin Qiushui was a little confused, while Qingyan was in a cold war.

With Qin Qiushui's strength, if he was usually the case, he would definitely feel the source of the sound, but perhaps he was overly sad. At this time, he asked Uncle Qin and Qingyan with some uncertainty: "What sound did you hear just now?"

Uncle Qin looked at Qingyan, who looked unnatural, and then thought for a moment, saying, "I was thinking about the sword furnace just now, so I didn't pay much attention. Why not ask the young master?" After that, he looked at Qingyan's handsome face with a smile.

Qing Yan knew very well that the person who could serve Qin Mu would be very skilled, and he would definitely hear the voice clearly just now.

When Qingyan saw the expression on Uncle Qin's face, he vaguely guessed the probabilities. While feeling grateful, he also spoke: "Uncle, I didn't pay much attention just now. I guess I heard it wrong. By the way, uncle, even if you are sad, this tree cannot grow petals immediately. Why don't we find a place first, uncle, please tell me about my mother's affairs."

Hearing this, Qin Qiushui slowly stood up, wiped his tears and said, "That's right, my uncle has lost his composure, and the peach blossoms will bloom again next year. Now I will tell you the important thing about Jiang Xijun." After that, he walked out of the yard.

“Uh…uh…”

Qingyan's hand, which was rubbing cold sweat, suddenly stiffened as iron as the sound. Uncle Qin shook his head with a wry smile, while Qin Qiushui suddenly turned around and flew towards the peach tree.

"Adai, if my uncle wants to catch you, at most he will teach you a lesson. Don't worry, I won't let you die." Qingyan muttered in his heart while looking at a branch of the peach tree. He saw Adai, who had disappeared for a long time, showed a small head behind the branch and looked at Qin Qiushui flying over, and the corners of his mouth were still stained with gorgeous peach petals.

Qingyan really didn't know what the creature like koala ate in later generations, but Ah Dai was obviously not picky about food. Since he met it, he has always refused to accept the leaves of any tree, and he has eaten a lot of apples and oranges. Unexpectedly, he still ate petals now.

But no matter what it eats, it will be fine if it eats a tiger. But it shouldn't have been absolutely necessary. It ate the peach tree that it agreed to have with its uncle and mother bald.

Seeing each person and a beast chasing me on the tree and getting busy, Uncle Qin walked to Qingyan and smiled and said, "Young Master, you are catching the gray-haired beast there. Not only is your appetite very big, but your speed is even more amazing. You can even be among the top experts."

Hearing this, Qingyan quickly bowed to Uncle Qin and said, "Qingyan thanked Qin...Uncle Qin." Uncle Qin quickly helped Qingyan up: "Young Master, you can't stand this gift. As for your thanks, there is no way to talk about it. I'm really thinking about the sword furnace just now."

Qing Yan looked at Uncle Qin's loving eyes, felt warm in his heart, and asked, "Uncle Qin, are you the butler in this Peach Blossom Valley?"

Uncle Qin smiled and nodded and said, "It's not entirely true. I just serve the head of the family, because my father often accompanied the first head of the family back then. After his father passed away, I took over the work he had and did some chores for the head of the family."

Unexpectedly, Uncle Qin was a loyal servant, Qing Yan couldn't help but feel curious: "Uncle Qin must have met my mother. Can you tell me about her?"

Uncle Qin waved his hand and smiled, "Although the old slave grew up watching the lady grow up, I know a lot, but the young master should ask the head of the family about the lady. He must know much more than me."

Qingyan turned his head and looked at Qin Qiushui and Ah Dai, and found that their pursuit was no longer limited to peach trees. At this time, they were flying around the eaves and walls in the yard, each faster than the other. It seemed that they would not win or lose in a short period of time.

Then he sighed helplessly: "Uncle Qin, Ah Dai may not know the meaning of this peach tree to his uncle, so he caused trouble with his greed, but Ah Dai has great kindness to me. I hope Grandpa Qin will take care of me and let my uncle teach me a lesson. Never hurt its life."

Uncle Qin's smile was still kind and friendly: "The young master's instructions, the old slave must obey. The head of the family is now in the bedroom where you have rested. After leaving the courtyard gate, turn right, pass by a stream, and then pass by a pavilion and turn left."

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After leaving Qin Qiushui's courtyard, Qingyan strolled on a stone path. On both sides of the road were lush peach trees. A breeze blew by. In addition to the flying petals, the refreshing fragrance of flowers floated into Qingyan's nose, and he couldn't help feeling relaxed and happy.

Thinking of how many times his mother had walked on this trail, Qingyan couldn't help but feel deeply moved, and then accelerated his pace and walked forward, wanting to see his grandfather as soon as possible and listen to him telling him about his mother's affairs in detail.

Suddenly, Qingyan felt a sharp chill appear behind him, and then his eyes swayed quickly to the side. During this period, he subconsciously touched his waist. After grabbing the empty space, he remembered that the short knife left by Lao Zhang's head for him had been broken ten days ago.

After standing still, Qingyan looked at the person who attacked him. He saw that this person was a slender girl, wearing white clothes like snow, and her long hair like a waterfall swaying gently around her waist, complementing the peach blossom petals in the wind. Although the white gauze masked her face could not see clearly, she was staring at her willow eyebrows and phoenix eyes and beautiful eyes.

Qingyan didn't know where the other party came from, so he spoke and tentatively said, "Girl, you shouldn't know each other before, why do you face each other with swords? If you have any misunderstandings, I hope the girl will say it clearly, but if you continue to attack her, I have to remind her that this is not a place where you can go wild."

The girl did not answer, but drew her sword again and stabbed Qingyan quickly.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of talking, Qingyan could only helplessly clench his fists and prepare to counterattack him.

But Qingyan's right foot just took one step and could no longer take the second step!

I saw that the girl had already released the Buddha and turned into a white rainbow with the sword. Even though Qing Yan had not seen many sword moves, he knew how fierce this sword was in many directions. If nothing unexpected happened, he would definitely not be able to avoid the Jinghong sword.

Fast! It's really too fast!

The pressure this sword put on himself was no less than that of the gray robe in the secret room before, and it was vaguely better!

But just as Qing Yan looked at the sword beam helpless, he saw the girl suddenly throwing her sword behind her, stretching her arms flat, and her eyes, which were as bright as a spring, turned into two crescent moons, no longer as sharp as before.

Before Qingyan's brain could react, the girl had already hit Qingyan's arms like a deer. This collision made Qingyan suddenly remember his move in the secret room. He thought the girl was the same, so he raised his right hand, but the girl's words in the arms made Qingyan unable to slap her palm anyway.

"Brother... are you willing to hit your sister?"

This sentence made Qingyan pause in his movements. He slowly lowered his head and looked at the girl holding him, murmured: "Ling'er? Are you my sister Ling'er?"

Zhao Ling'er raised her head from Qingyan's arms at this time, her face was full of pear blossoms and rain, and said, "Brother, of course it's Ling'er, otherwise who else is your sister in this world? Brother, you are not dead, you are finally back, wuwu..." After that, he plunged his head into Qingyan's arms and started crying.

When Qingyan was sure that his sister Zhao Ling'er was indeed in her arms, she had a little doubt in addition to her inner joy and asked: "Ling'er, don't cry first. Isn't my brother alive? Let's talk about why he sneak attacked his brother?"

Hearing this, Zhao Ling'er rubbed her head back and forth in Qingyan's arms and replied in a low voice: "Ling'er just wants to scare you. Grandma said that her father would not frown even if she faced thousands of troops alone, so she wanted to see if her brother was the same as her father..."

Qing Yan understood Zhao Ling'er's intention and smiled bitterly: "Ling'er, how can my brother be compared with our father... Our father is a great hero, and I am just a young boy. Even if I practice for a hundred years, I will never be able to compare myself to it."

Zhao Ling'er raised her head and said in a sweet voice: "Brother, how could you be so arrogant? The sword just now was one of the thirteen swords of Mowen's Thirteen Swords. Although Ling'er hasn't learned the truth yet, she is confident that you can't avoid it with your current martial arts. But not only did you not dodge, but your eyes were as firm as a mountain. This is just a little bit that even those so-called masters can't compare to."

This sentence made Qingyan very helpless. He raised his hand and wiped the top of Zhao Ling'er's head, and smiled bitterly: "Ling'er, don't praise me, your brother, I was so scared just now."

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Half an hour later, Qin Mu laughed happily when he heard this: "Ling'er, did you really use that trick to stab your brother? You are so brave. You Qingyan, you, can you even say such words calmly when you are scared? This is exactly the same as your father."

At this moment, Zhao Ling'er was pouting her mouth and rubbing Qin Mu's shoulders, while Qing Yan replied awkwardly: "Grandpa, I was really scared at that time. Although the sword pierced my heart, my intuition told me that if I dodge left and right or right, I would definitely die immediately on the spot. But if I didn't dodge, I would still be pierced. It's just that the former was slower and the latter was faster, so I said I was scared at that time without exaggerating."

"And Ling'er just now said that this sword was one of the Thirteen Swords of Mo Wen. After personal experience, it was indeed extremely powerful. I think it was only a fairy figure like grandpa who could create such a sword skill."

Qingyan's words made Qin Mu very proud, and he smiled and said, "You little brat, you have some vision. Although Ling'er is not good at learning this trick, if you are an ordinary master who is not prepared, you will still be as helpless as you." The random sentence changed: "But Ling'er saw you, the first time in so many years, was full of longing. You just admit it according to her words and insist on telling the truth."

Zhao Ling'er said aggrievedly behind Qin Mu: "What my grandfather said is very, Ling'er certainly knows the power of that sword, and the words Ling'er said wanted to make her brother become a hero like her father in the future, but how could he know... how could he actually answer like this?"

Qin Mu smiled and patted Zhao Ling'er's hand, then shook his head at Qing Yan: "Actually, with your current level, it's hard to escape, but if you have something in your hand, you can easily resolve this sword."

After pondering for a moment, Qingyan said in confusion: "What is grandpa talking about?"
Chapter completed!