Lin Shaomin wiped the tears from his face, and said in surprise and joy: "Brother, you mean you're okay? Has God Jun cured you?"
Lin Shaocong nodded: "When the dantian was reshaped, I... I knew that I was recovering... But I was in too much pain to tell. Now... Now that the meridians are reshaped, the pain is not so painful, so I... have the strength to speak .”
Lin's father and Lin's mother were already heartbroken, but when they first heard their son speak, they were overjoyed.
Lin's mother grabbed Lin Shaocong's hand and couldn't help crying: "My son, you scared my mother to death!"
Father Lin hurriedly said: "Don't move, don't move, didn't you hear Shaocong say that the meridians haven't been reshaped yet?"
However, Lin Shaocong struggled to turn over and held Lin's father and Lin's mother's hand, and said softly: "Father, mother, don't blame sister. She... she believed that the Lord Jun was right... that... that holy lady slandered and humiliated you like that. Sister, I... I don't want her to cure me... Fortunately... Fortunately, there is a great god... "
The people in Qingye Palace didn't notice the changes on the Lin family's side at all.
At this time, everyone was immersed in the admiration and awe of Mule Pavilion.
With the Lin family as a lesson from the past, the reputation of Mu Le Pavilion was pushed to the peak.
The five of Yashuang listened to thousands of monks shouting "Long live Mu Le Pavilion" in unison in Qingye Hall, all of them showed satisfaction on their faces.
However, at this moment, a high-pitched music burst into the sky.
That is the playing of konghou.
The voice of konghou is often gentle and elegant, not sonorous.
But at this time, the music overwhelmed everyone's voices.
Everyone's eyes were attracted unconsciously.
The next moment, a young man with blood stains on his chest was seen standing up from the ground, leaping three feet high.
At some point, a three-foot Qingfeng long sword appeared in his hand, and a sword flower danced in the air.
The young man's swordsmanship is not outstanding, but the spiritual power that overflows to the surroundings in the flickering sword light is indescribably pure and unrestrained.
It was as if the sword had become a part of his body.
"That, that... isn't that the kid from the Lin family? Isn't he put to death?"
"Did I feel wrong? Why do I feel that his sword intent and spiritual power are stronger than before he got sick?"
Lin Shaocong somersaulted in mid-air, and finally landed in front of Muyan, knelt down on one knee and said loudly: "Thank you, Lord Jun, for saving your life!"
Muyan gently plucked the strings on the harp with her fingertips, and said with a slight smile, "It's because of your own perseverance that you can survive the pain of dantian remodeling."
Her control over the harp is far less smooth than that over the Tianmoqin.
Ninth-rank spiritual weapons are far inferior to ancient gods.
So when treating Lin Shaocong, she also spent a lot of trouble, and almost fell short.
Fortunately, although Lin Shaocong was young, his mind was extremely persevering, and he survived the torment of his pubic region being broken and reunited with his willpower.
It's no wonder that at such a young age, he was able to achieve such a cultivation level as the peak of Jindan.
Hearing Muyan's praise, Lin Shaocong showed a silly smile.
Muyan stretched out her hand: "Come here and let me take your pulse."
Lin Shaocong hurried forward.
Seeing the girl put her slender jade-like fingers on his wheat-colored skin, her heart suddenly rang like a drum, and her face flushed red.
Muyan didn't notice the young man's thoughts at all, and said with a gentle smile: "The illness has been cured, and you can practice without any scruples from now on."
"Many... Thank you, Lord Jun."