Lin Shaomin wiped the tears on his face and said, "brother, you mean you're ok? Has the Lord healed you? " Lin shaocong nodded: "when Dantian was remodelling, I knew I was recovering... But I was too painful to say. Now... Now remodelling the meridians, it's not so painful. I have the strength to speak." Lin's father and mother were already dead hearted. At first hearing his son speak, they were overjoyed. Lin's mother took Lin shaocong's hand and cried out: "son, you scared my mother to death!" Lin Fu even said: "don't move, don't move, don't you hear shaocong say that the meridians haven't been reshaped yet?" But Lin shaocong turned over and took Lin's father and mother's hand, and said softly, "don't blame your sister, father and mother. She... She believes that jundashen is right... That... That Saint aunt slanders and humiliates sister a like that. I... I don't want her to cure me... Fortunately... Fortunately, jundashen is there... "The people in Qingye Temple didn't notice the change of Lin family at all. At this time, everyone was immersed in the worship and awe of mule Pavilion. With the Lin family as a warning, the reputation of mule pavilion has been pushed to the peak. Yashuang five people listen to thousands of monks chanting "long live mule Pavilion" in the hall of the clear night, and their faces show satisfaction. However, at this time, a high music burst into the sky. That's the harp. The sound of the konghou is often graceful, not loud. But at this time, the sound of music is over everyone's voice. People's eyes were unconsciously attracted in the past. The next moment, I saw a young man with blood stains on his chest, jumping three feet high. I don't know when I have a three foot green peak sword in my hand, and a piece of sword flower is dancing in the air. The young man's swordsmanship is not excellent, but the light of the sword flickers and spreads the spirit power all around, but it is unspeakably pure and natural. It was as if the sword had become part of him“ So... Isn't that Lin's kid? Didn't he die? "“ Am I wrong? How can I feel that his sword sense and spiritual power are stronger than before his illness? " Lin shaocong turned a somersault in mid air and finally fell in front of Mu Yan. He knelt down on one knee and said in a loud voice, "thank you for saving your life!" Mu Yan's fingertips gently plucked the strings on the konghou, and said with a smile, "it's also your own mind that is strong enough to survive the pain of the reconstruction of Dantian." Her control of the konghou is far less fluent than that of the Tianmo Qin. The Jiupin artifact is far less than the ancient artifact. Therefore, in the treatment of Lin shaocong, she also spent some twists and turns, almost fell short of success. Fortunately, although Lin shaocong was young, his mind was extremely persevering, and he survived the suffering of the fragmentation and overlapping of Dantian with willpower. No wonder he can reach the top of the golden elixir at a young age. Hearing Mu Yan's praise, Lin shaocong shows a silly smile. Mu Yan stretched out his hand: "come here, I'll give you a pulse." Lin shaocong quickly stepped forward. Seeing that the girl put her slender fingers on his wheat skin, her heart suddenly sounded like a drum, and her face turned red. But mu Yan didn't find his mind at all. Wen said with a smile, "the disease has been cured. Later, you can practice without scruple."“ Thank you very much