Noon, the sun shines bright.
Duan Yun walks down the road, his steps light.
Even though Little Yin isn’t being ridden, her steps are equally light.
Even mules have their rest ti, and her not being ridden at the mont ans rest.
Especially after that brainless girl Lu Zhao was dragged back ho by her elder last night, Duan Yun’s mood beca even more pleasant.
Family, who understands!
Last night, as soon as that girl arrived, she almost shalessly tried to get with Old Demon Duan, yet wore a serious face.
For a while, she couldn’t help but find both Old Demon Duan and Lu Zhao of the Great Brightness Sect repulsive.
It’s clear that Old Demon Duan’s mood is also very good at this mont.
Duan Yun’s mood is certainly great.
Because at this mont, the street he’s walking is the street of his hotown, Lishui Town.
Having been away for two-three years, there’s not much change here, as if ti has frozen at this place.
Duan Yun walks among, as if he has returned to the days of inheriting his father’s business, being a gynecology doctor in this small town.
And all this was utterly changed by a single kick on the street ahead.
Being kicked by the disciples of the Xuanxiong Gang as a ball, that kick fird his resolve to practice martial arts.
He also lived up to his expectations, purely through his own efforts, leaving a humble heroic na in the Martial World.
Now, who dares to try and kick him?
Returning to familiar places, his mind is entirely different.
Duan Yun likes this feeling, and his hotown small town appears peaceful, everybody living in harmony.
At least after walking such a long way, he hasn’t really encountered any trouble or fights.
In front, the dicine shop is already in sight.
Duan Yun stands in front of his dust-covered dicine shop, feeling sowhat sentintal.
The window paper is torn and tattered.
When he pushes the door, the hinge creaks markedly.
Today’s sunshine is just right, walking inside the dicine shop, he can see the swirling dust in the air.
It has been piled with thick dust here long since.
The signboard inside the dicine shop, the words are no longer visible.
Yet Duan Yun’s heart is as clear as a mirror.
For even though he has been gone for so long, he kept being a doctor with a dical Practitioner’s Compassionate Heart, only occasionally moonlighting as a Young Hero.
One can only say the ancestral skills have not been wasted.
Little Yin looks at his mixed emotions and asks, "Where is this?"
"This is my ho, my dicine shop." Duan Yun answers.
"You really are a gynecology doctor?" Little Yin asks incredulously.
"Absolutely genuine."
Duan Yun swept the dust on the signboard, revealing the inside four large characters "dical Practitioner’s Compassionate Heart."
Little Yin couldn’t help but ask, "Then how did you learn martial arts?"
Duan Yun went to the backyard, recalling practicing swordsmanship here while absorbing moonlight before, and truthfully said, "Just followed a manual and practiced, that’s how one learns."
"Tsk."
Little Yin was montarily speechless.
In the Martial World, most experts have heritage; it’s rare for soone to master peerless martial arts by just practicing from a manual.
For reckless cultivation techniques, it’s easy to train oneself to death, and if not dead or disabled, even if fortunate, what one learns is likely not Divine Skill.
But Old Demon Duan has plenty of Divine Skills on him.
Moreover, he is very young.
Generally, within sects, with a master to guide, for one’s martial arts to achieve so success, reaching one-tenth of Old Demon Duan’s strength, would require thirty or forty years.
Not everyone is like them seven sisters, with opportunity to cultivate through Secret Techniques from the womb.
And Old Demon Duan so young could kill his own mother, then those backing him could possibly be more formidable than her mother.
Her defeat to Old Demon Duan was likely more due to losing in a comparison of lineage.
Thinking of this, Little Yin feels a bit comfortable in her heart.
It’s not that I’m useless, but mother, you’re the useless one.
At this ti, Duan Yun notices the weeds growing quite luxuriantly under the tree in the courtyard.
He knows the reason because there lays a buried corpse.
That was his first kill.
Killed soone with Sword Qi.
Only to say it felt great.
Duan Yun returned to his room, the bamboo cabinet used to store clothes has been eaten through by termites or the like with many holes.
He opened the cabinet, then the drawer, then lifted the hidden layer in the drawer, and stood stunned.
The few underpants he had previously were placed in this hidden layer.
Even after two-three years, with such a tightly closed place, letting Little Yin wash them, they might still be wearable.
But now, the underpants are gone.
"Damn it, there’s no way so pervert ca in and stole my underpants, right?" Duan Yun complains.
The room has been accumulating dust for a long ti, it’s hard to determine if anyone ca by.
A thousand miles away, Leng Ying sneezed several tis, puzzled, "Is he thinking about ?"
Yes, Duan Yun’s underpants were taken by her for official purposes.
After all, when she needed to investigate clues back then, she had to continually sll the scent.
Duan Yun pulled out a broken bamboo chair and sat down in the courtyard, letting Little Yin tidy up the room.
Here is not far from Lingshui City, he plans to stay here for a night, relive old dreams then set off again.
Little Yin mutters complaints in her mind, but her hands dare not pause.
Unknowingly, she seems to have gotten used to life being squeezed by Duan Yun.
Sotis when Duan Yun doesn’t squeeze her, she would feel uneasy.
In the afternoon, Duan Yun takes Little Yin outside to eat noodles.
He hasn’t eaten oil-splashed noodles of Lishui City for a long ti.
While eating noodles, the noodle stall owner unexpectedly recognizes him, saying, "You’re Doctor Old Duan’s son, right?"
Duan Yun nods, saying, "Uncle, it’s ."
"Young Doctor Duan, haven’t seen you for a long ti, I thought you didn’t live here anymore."
Duan Yun says, "I don’t often live here anymore."
"Where did Young Doctor Duan go to make a fortune?"
"Over at Wangchun City."
"That’s a good place, heard that noodle stalls there sell a thousand bowls a day, can’t even imagine."
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