Lin Boyuan's voice was not loud, but each word carried the unique deep power of monk Golden Core, echoing gently in the main hall.
As soon as the sound reached his ears, Qin Tiexin had an impulse to tell Lin Boyuan all the information without hiding a single bit.
Is this the method of monk Golden Core?
Qin Tiexin reacted quickly, Fire of Life's heart beat violently, and a flow of blood poured into his mind, which slightly dissipated the discomfort. Only then did Qin Tiexin feel that he could speak normally.
Although there is nothing to hide, it is still inconvenient to reveal my true identity for the time being.
Qin Tiexin collected his thoughts and performed a Buddhist salute with one hand.
"Excellent. The poor monk Mingjue met your master three years ago at the Great Xuan border. At that time, the poor monk was still a mortal and served in the Great Xuan army. Your master and the poor monk fought side by side for nearly a year."
He paused briefly and told a few details about Lin Feng's military career. Lin Feng used to use a sword. Swordsmanship followed the path of Lightness and Agility's fast sword. He has strong abilities in newspaper analysis, planning and survival in the wild. He never touches offal dishes when eating, and will look at the southern starry sky after every battle. To put it simply, without adding any extravagance, every detail is a habit that only those who have really been with him know.
Lin Boyuan Listening, his fingers slowly circled around the edge of the tea cup without interrupting.
Qin Tiexin continued, "Later Great Xuan the decisive battle at the border, your son went out with the vanguard, and disappeared after that battle. His body was not found on the battlefield, only the sword was left. The poor monk was entrusted by him to send the sword back to Heavenly South Domain Lin Household." He pointed to the sword on the table, "This sword has been with the poor monk for three years, and is returned to Lin Household today."
The main hall was quiet for a few moments.
Lin Boyuan didn't answer immediately. He looked at Qin Tiexin with a steady and penetrating gaze.
Golden Core monk's Divine Sense is much sharper than Foundation Establishment Realm. He can detect that the appearance of the monk in front of him has been adjusted. It is true that his cultivation level is Early Stage of the Qi and Blood Realm. However, he cannot tell the identity of "Mingjue", and it seems that he is hiding something.
However, those details about Lin Feng cannot be faked. A person who has never seen Lin Feng cannot know that he is picky about internal organs when eating, or that he likes to look at the stars. Those are small habits that only Lin Household knows. Lin Feng has been like this since he was a child.
As for the authenticity of the identity, it is not that important. Everyone has his own secret. It is enough if the other party can send the sword back and tell the details that only Lin Feng knows.
At this moment, a very light sob came from behind the screen.
Madam Lin walked out from behind the screen. She was wearing a simple and elegant dark blue dress, Foundation Establishment Late Stage's cultivation, her face was well maintained but there was a fine line of worry between her eyebrows. She did not look at Qin Tiexin, without looking at Lin Boyuan, walked straight to the table, stretched out his hand and touched the deepest knife mark on the scabbard. His fingertips rubbed back and forth on the mark several times, tears dripped on the sword and slid a small length along the spine.
She raised her head and looked at Qin Tiexin, her voice trembling a little. "Thank you, master, for traveling all the way to send back my son's sword."
Qin Tiexin lowered his head and said, "How good that is. The poor monk could not bring back your son, nor could he confirm whether he was still alive. He could only bring his sword back, which is a disgrace to his old friend."
"Master, there is no need to blame yourself." Madam Lin gently wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve and took out a palm-sized jade plaque from his sleeve.
There is a milky white flame embedded in the center of the jade medal. The flame is not big, but it burns very steadily without any signs of wavering or dimming. The color of the flame is pure white unique to Soul Fire. It beats gently in the jade medal, and every time it beats, it emits a very weak sense of warmth.
"This is the direct bloodline Soul Fire enshrined in my Lin Household ancestral hall." Madam Lin held the jade plaque in his palm and showed it to Qin Tiexin, "Lin Feng The did dim for a while three years ago, so weak that we almost thought it was going to go out. But it persisted, and since two years ago, the Soul Flame has become more and more prosperous, and is even stronger than when it left home."
Her voice was much steadier than before. "So, although Feng'er has not come back yet, he must be alive, and he may have other opportunities. Master, don't worry too much."
Qin Tiexin looked at the burning Soul Fire and was silent for a long time.
Three years have passed. From Great Xuan to Azure Xuan Region and then to Heavenly South Domain, he traveled through three realms and crossed countless miles of mountains, rivers and seas. He did not dare to ask or think about whether his friend was dead or alive. He was a little afraid of getting the answer.
Now he finally knows.
He raised his hand with one hand and his voice was a little lower than before. "Thank you, madam, for informing me. A piece of Shitou is in my heart, and it finally fell to the ground today. Now that the sword has been returned, and I know that my old friend is still here, I will no longer disturb your house." He stood up, "I said goodbye--"
"Master, stay." Lin Boyuan had already stood up from his seat, "Lin Household sent the sword thousands of miles away, but this kindness has not been repaid by Lin Household. It is getting late, so please be sure to stay at the house for a few days, so that Lin Residence can enjoy the friendship of the landlord."
Qin Tiexin shook his head and refused, but Lin Boyuan and Madam Lin insisted on staying, as if they wanted to get more information about Lin Feng from this monk.
Qin Tiexin sighed and had no choice but to say, "The poor monk has a companion in the city and we need to discuss it with him."
Lin Boyuan glanced at him and didn't force himself any further.
"Lin Residence is always waiting for you, Master."
Qin Tiexin said goodbye to Lin Residence, and the night had fallen. Purple Jade Ward's Spirit Stone lamppost lit up, and the pale white light shone on the bluestone road, stretching his shadow very long. The patrolling monk in black walked past him, and his eyes stopped on him for a moment and then looked away.
Although a one-armed monk is rare in Purple Jade Ward, he can come out of Lin Household safely, so he is obviously not a suspicious person.
He returned to Star Spirit Inn at a quarter of an hour. When he opened the door, Chen Xi was sitting cross-legged on the bed, adjusting his breath. When he saw Qin Tiexin coming back, he opened his eyes.
"How's it going? Did you find out the information?"
Qin Tiexin sat down on the chair and told the story of how he found Lin Household, met Lin Boyuan and his wife, returned the sword, and learned that Lin Feng was still alive. Chen Xi nodded after listening.
"Marquis of Loyal Martial Valor Lin Boyuan, I have heard of this person." He picked up the teapot on the table, poured two cups of spiritual tea, and handed one to Qin Tiexin, "The title earned by virtue of cultivation and combat prowess, in the Myriad Stars Dynasty Among the marquises of E, there are not many real people. He is quite decent, his family tradition is clean, and there is nothing messy. Your old friend was born into such a family, so he is not bad luck."
He took a sip of tea, put down the cup, and changed his tone. "It's not easy for me here."
"Is it... the medical practitioner?"