Chapter 2 Forced to take the blame
Everyone in the hospital was stunned for a moment. Everyone had heard of the story about falling off a cliff and picking up treasures, but that was just a story telling, and almost no one had ever heard of it happening in reality.
But looking at the temperament and charm that Lin Fan exudes now, it seems to be slightly different from usual.
"I became a disciple in front of the bones of my predecessor, inherited the mantle, and vowed to practice hard and carry forward the lineage of Xiantian Ba Dao."
Lin Fan was still chatting in the middle of the field.
But most people are skeptical. After all, this thing is too fantasy, and it is just one-sided words from this guy. Could he be deceiving us?
Deacon Lin couldn't believe it from the bottom of his heart. He had lived for half a hundred years and had never heard of anyone having an adventure. Such imaginary stories were pure nonsense!
After thinking about it, I always felt that this matter had something to do with Lin Fan. Thinking of the deadline set by the family's senior officials to solve the case, in order to solve the case as soon as possible, he glanced at the box of silver coins from the corner of his eyes, turned around and ordered his subordinates. .
"Let's take these stolen goods into custody first, lock up Lin Fan, and then investigate thoroughly."
Lin Fan quit immediately, "Deacon Lin, I respect you as a senior, but you can't slander me. If you take this thing away, even if it is found out and returned to me, I'm afraid it will be worthless."
"What a boy, how arrogant!" Deacon Lin took a step forward.
"The head of the family ordered me to find the thief, and everyone must cooperate. If you refuse to cooperate, it means that you have something evil in your heart; if you have something in your mind, it means you are the most suspicious; if you are the most suspicious, the thief is probably you. Follow me to the execution hall Take a trip!”
At first glance, these words seem upright and well-founded!
As soon as he finished speaking, Butler Lin grabbed Lin Fan with a pair of old hands covered with calluses, and the tribesmen hurriedly hid in both directions.
But tonight was destined to be a turn of events. Lin Fan, who was standing in the center, did not dodge and faced Deacon Lin with a strike with his palms.
"Bang!"
Only a muffled sound was heard, and the two of them stepped back and separated. The bluestone beneath Lin Fan's feet was cracked, but he himself was calm and unscathed.
"Impossible!" Deacon Lin's old face showed disbelief, "The internal organs are trained into the internal organs, and the Qi is contained in the five inner organs! You have reached the peak of internal organs training, and are about to reach the level of energy?"
When the clan members in the courtyard heard this, they were in an uproar.
Lin Shan, who was in the crowd, was also moved when he heard this. In today's world, as far as he knew, warriors are divided into innate and acquired.
Innate masters are naturally rare. It is said that only the elder in the entire Lin family is an innate master. Based on this, the Lin family is the leading aristocratic family in Qinghe County.
The acquired warriors on the lower level are divided into three stages: breathing, practicing internal organs, and transforming energy. They are what the people call third-rate, second-rate, and first-rate masters.
As the saying goes, the poor are poor in culture and rich in martial arts. Practicing martial arts consumes a lot of money and nutrition. Not even a wealthy family can afford to practice martial arts.
Just practicing without replenishing will only overdraw the body, and a deficit will lead to premature death.
Even for a wealthy family, it would take ten years to start practicing martial arts at the age of eight, provide medicinal diet and elixirs step by step, and gradually cultivate to the breath exchange state, which is the first state of the day after tomorrow.
Except for the core disciples of princes and nobles, who are well-dressed and well-fed, there are only a handful of second-rate masters like Lin Fan who have entered the viscera training realm at the age of 16!
At least in Qinghe County, it is unheard of!
In this situation, many tribesmen began to believe that Lin Fan might have acquired the inheritance of a peerless master.
"Is it possible that the legendary protagonist who pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger is next to me?" Lin Shan wondered in his heart, are all the people with "Fan" in their names the protagonist's luck? Not only Lin Shan, but everyone present looked in awe at the young man in front of them who had just had a tough fight with Deacon Lin.
Deacon Lin was only a second-rate master. The younger generation present, such as Lin Shan, Lin Shu, and others, had not yet reached the breath-changing realm. They were not even martial artists. Strictly speaking, they were not top-notch.
And a second-rate warrior like Lin Fan can make a name for himself in the martial arts world!
"Enough!"
At this time, a middle-aged man with a majestic face walked out of the inner courtyard. This was Lin Zhenyue, the current head of the Lin family, a well-known first-class master in Qinghe County.
Even the county guard must treat him as an equal and treat him with courtesy when he sees him.
He glanced at the banknotes on the ground and then at Lin Fan.
"The personal opportunities of the disciples of the family belong to you personally, and the family will not be greedy for ink. But you do have some suspicions about the theft of "Spring River Playing Mandarin Ducks"."
After saying that, he pointed at Deacon Lin and several stewards, "Tomorrow you go to the major pawn shops, auction houses, and even the black market in the city to find out if there is any trace of the "Spring River Playing Mandarin Ducks"."
Then he rolled his sleeves and turned to leave, leaving a message before leaving: "Lin Fan comes with me, the others have dispersed."
Although Deacon Lin couldn't let go and was unwilling to do so, he could only obey the order.
Late at night, everyone dispersed sparsely, whispering to each other about what happened tonight, mostly about Lin Fan's dirty training.
Lin Shan returned to his hut alone with a pile of his own rags, half worried about letting go. Thanks to Lin Fan, who was hanging on the wall tonight, he was forced to take the blame, and most of the attention of the family's senior officials and clan members were attracted.
Otherwise, if we investigate further, we may not know what will happen.
Sitting on the bed, he recalled that his contemporaries, Lin Fan, had already entered the Zang training stage and became a second-rate master. He had not even entered the first threshold of the day after tomorrow, the breath-changing realm.
Could it be that Lin Fan is the time traveler? Lin Shan was shocked by his idea.
My heart is sour, but I still can't give up on my daily practice.
Lin Shan took out the elixir "Qi Gathering Pill" that he just received from his family today. As the name suggests, it is a conventional elixir that helps uninitiated warriors gather qi.
The brother in the yard outside the Lin family can receive one bottle of ten pills a month, and the effect is quite satisfactory.
Just when he was picking up the elixir and preparing to swallow it for practice, the transparent interface that had appeared in the study during the day appeared in front of Lin Shan again:
【Juqi Pills】
Quality: Not good
Introduction: It can slightly increase the speed of Qi gathering practice, slightly reduce the damage to meridians, slightly activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and has a certain nourishing effect on Qi and blood.
Strengthening requirements: 2 points
(End of chapter)