Possession through the book

Autumn Water Villa

Qin Sheng tidied up the silver needles, took a cloth towel at the side, wiped his hands, and walked out of the room, then greeted the eyes of the whole room, Qin Sheng smiled and said, "You don't have to worry, Mr. Qiu will wait another hour." Then he can wake up, the last acupuncture today, although he will not be able to practice martial arts in the future, but he can walk like a normal person."

The person sitting on the main seat cupped his hands almost gratefully, "Thank you, Mr. Qin, for saving my child's life."

"Master Qiu is very polite." Qin Sheng replied, he still has a good impression of the owner who loves his son like his life.And he didn't treat it for nothing, if it wasn't for the bloody sword in Qiushui Mountain Villa, he wouldn't have had the time to come here for so many days to treat a young master Qiu who went mad and almost died. It seems that he wants to give his elder brother Xiao a heart-warming treat. How difficult is the wishful gift.

"Young Master Qiu won't wake up until an hour later, how about Qin waiting with you all here for him to wake up?"

The owner of the Qiu Village asked him to sit down with some embarrassment on his face. The Remnant Blood Sword is the sword of his Qiushui Mountain Villa. If it wasn't for his son, how could he bear the pain to give up his love? Now he really has to wait for someone to wake up. Only when he comes over can he be confirmed before delivery. He is loyal by nature, so it is indeed a bit embarrassing to be so skeptical.

Qin Sheng originally had the same intention, but he said it before him, so he also sat down beside him according to his intention.

In order to avoid embarrassment, the owner of Qiu Zhuang ordered someone to take out the residual blood sword. The sword was placed on the sword stand, and two people carried it in and placed it on the hall.

Qin Sheng looked carefully, the scabbard was pitch black and slightly glowing red, showing a deep sense of simplicity, but it seemed like a sword glow piercing through, and the hilt was also engraved with thin red lines, Qin Sheng stared closely, It was the word "residual blood", even if he didn't know swords, he could tell that it was an excellent sword just by looking at the blade.

His elder brother Xiao would definitely like it. The more Qin Sheng looked at the sword, the more he fell in love with it. He was about to reach out to touch it, but was stopped.

"Mr. Qin, wait a moment," the owner of the Qiu Village stepped forward to stop him quickly, looking at him with doubts in his eyes, he explained, "Mr. Qin, I don't know. Although this Remnant Blood Sword is the sword of my Qiushui Villa, no one can hold it." Take it for your own use, even an old man can't hold it for a long time for fear of hurting the meridians, and Mr. Qin, as an ordinary person, can't touch it."

Qin Sheng withdrew his hand after hearing his explanation, and looked at the sword with some embarrassment. He found this sword after receiving a letter from Zhu Jin. If he took it back to his brother Xiao and couldn't use it, and hurt himself, it would be terrible. What to do, but today is Xiao Xu's birthday, how could he have time to find another sword.

Qin Sheng hesitated in his heart, but still said with a slight smile on his face, "Thank you so much for the reminder, Master Qiu, no matter whether you can use it or not, you can take it back first, maybe his brother Xiao's martial arts skills can be used, even if you can't use it, take it back It is also good as a decoration.

Seeing his hesitation, the Master Qiu felt relieved. Although he was reluctant to part with the sword, it was useless to put the sword elsewhere. A sword is a dead thing, so it is not as important as a human being.

Everyone sat quietly and chatted, but the owner of the autumn village was outspoken and righteous. Although he was a man in the world, he could also be called a gentleman. Perhaps because of his influence, his wife looked gentle and virtuous, and the two looked older than that The son's younger brother is also calm and detached, but he also knows etiquette very well.

Qin Sheng was secretly envious, and felt that the people in this house were warm and harmonious, and they were very happy to get along with. Qiushui Villa has been able to gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes for many years, and its long prosperity is probably due to the family education.

"Report to the owner, the eldest son is awake." A servant girl reported.

While everyone was chatting, hours had passed one by one. When the owner of Qiu Zhuang heard the news, he hurriedly got up and walked to the inner room. He was a little rude, and Qin Sheng thought this kind of rudeness was quite cute.

Of course, Qin Sheng was very confident in his medical skills, and the eldest son woke up as everyone in the room wished. Although his face was pale, he was already able to walk on the ground. Zhang Yaofang said, "According to this prescription, take the medicine and decoct it every day for Mr. Qiu, and you will be able to take care of your body in a month."

He can make a man with severed tendons walk on the ground. Naturally, everyone has no doubts and thanked him one after another. The young master who just woke up also saluted him, "Thank you, Mr. Qin, for saving your life."

He was quite gentle and elegant, with the demeanor of a big brother, but it reminded him of his own big brother. Qin Sheng smiled gratefully and saluted him, "Mr. Qiu, you are welcome. It is only natural for a doctor to save lives."

After everyone had thanked Qin Sheng for a while, he said goodbye. The owner of the Qiu Village personally put the Remnant Blood Sword into the sword box and sent it to the carriage. Qin Sheng bid farewell.

Driven by the house slaves, the carriage left slowly, and it will never be used in Qiushui Villa again, Qin Sheng stroked the sword box and thought silently.

When he returned to his home, the sky was getting dark, Qin Sheng asked two servants to carry the sword box into the inner courtyard.The lights in the room were already on, Qin Sheng pushed the door open and asked the servants to put the sword box on the table and then waved them back.

Qin Sheng walked towards the bed with a smile on his face, threw himself into the arms of Xiao Xu who had just received his skills, and said, "Brother Xiao, Sheng'er misses you so much."

Xiao Xu put his arms around him and bowed his head, "I can go out tomorrow."

Qin Sheng shook his head desperately, there was nothing wrong with him, so he didn't go out. After getting tired for a while, Qin Sheng remembered the business, he took Xiao Xu's hand, walked to the side of the sword box and reached out to open it.

"Brother Xiao, today is your birthday, Sheng'er gave you a gift, do you like it?"

Xiao Xu heard him talk about his birthday, and then remembered that his birthday, which he didn't remember himself, was firmly remembered by the people around him. With this feeling, Xiao Xu bowed his head and said, "I like it." As long as you give it to me, I like it.

"..." Brother Xiao was looking at me, not the sword.

Xiao Xu turned his head to look at the blood-glowing sword. That's right, the so-called sword light was blood-glow, and the word "remnant blood" was engraved on the hilt. Xiao Xu's deep eyes were somewhat surprised.

The Remnant Blood Sword was forged by the old country a hundred years ago. It took the lava crystals from the bottom of the West Sea and the quicksand water at the end of the desert, forged it with the famous sword forging master Jue Jian, and finally threw it into the pool of blood. Among them, the blood continued for ninety-nine and eighty-one days, and finally the blood pool dried up, so this sword is called "remnant blood".

But such a sword was found by his Sheng'er and given to him. Xiao Xu was about to hold the hilt, but Qin Sheng grabbed his wrist and said, "Brother Xiao, the owner of Qiu Zhuang said that this sword is easy to damage the meridians. careful."

Xiao Xu touched his head and said, "Don't worry." Qin Sheng then let go of his hand.

Xiao Xu stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and the bloody light flashed in his eyes. This kind of sword seemed to be tailor-made for him. It also came out of hell. When he drew the sword out of its sheath, the red light on the sword edge won But when he reversed the light, the light disappeared, leaving only the bright blade, which seemed as thin as a cicada's wing, but no one dared to touch its edge.