"Then why haven't I heard of my uncle's name?" Song Yun asked.

"When the tyrant became the King of War, he had a huge reputation. Unfortunately, because of his violent temper, he eventually provoked a person he could not afford to offend. Then he was chased and disappeared from then on." Qingluan said.

"So bloody? Isn't this the plot in a third-rate TV series?" Song Yun asked.

"It's still like that. The tyrant was called a tyrant because of his violent surname. However, this violent surname added more power to him, but also affected his interactions with others. It is said that he offended the patriarch of the Rothschild family and was chased by the monster who guarded the family in the Rothschild family. It is said that he was seriously injured later. What I don't know is that, but since then, there has been no such person as a tyrant in the mercenary world. Because of the feud between the tyrant and the Rothschild family, the Rothschild family also issued a ban in the mercenary world and did not mention this tyrant again. More than ten years have passed, and the title of the tyrant is naturally unknown."

"But my uncle's surname is not violent. Although he likes to abuse me when he was trained, many of them are for my own good. I have basically never seen my uncle's angry expression!" Song Yun said.

"Then I don't know." Qingluan shook his head, "Maybe after the tyrant was chased by someone, his surname changed a lot. Moreover, I can feel that although he has the power now, he does not have that power!"

“How to say it?”

"That is, his state of mind has become more perfect, but his body has a hidden disease, or an old injury, which makes his body unable to exert its peak strength. Now it seems that it is only the peak level of Gu Lang after taking medicine." Qingluan said.

"Old wounds? Why didn't I feel them?" Song Yun asked.

"I will teach you these things later. Now you can concentrate on cultivating your heart. When your mood reaches your level, you will naturally know it." Qingluan said with a smile.

"Then what will happen to my uncle's old injury?"

"It should be left behind in that time when I was hunted down. You may not know that some masters can not only hurt people, but also hurt people for the rest of their lives. If they leave some dark energy on you, they can make you uncomfortable for the rest of their lives. Therefore, many people are actually not afraid of the straightforward skills, but are afraid of those who are good at using dark energy. This is the reason."

"It's so complicated." Song Yun sighed and shook his head helplessly.

"Haha, you are still young, and you have time to slowly get in touch with these." Qingluan tilted her head and chuckled, "Now, the most important thing is to concentrate on recuperating the wound."

"Well, I understand!" Song Yun nodded, "By the way, where is the judge?"

"The judge has been brought to Beijing by Mr. Song. I think you should find time to go to Beijing to meet those people from the Song family in the capital." Qingluan said.

"No hurry." Song Yun shook his head, "I'd better wait until I'll completely digest the energy in southern Jiangsu."

"Well, too, sharpening a knife will not delay chopping wood."

Song Yun's injury this time was indeed very serious. After taking the medicine given by Mr. Song, he recovered almost two days later. However, this was almost the same, but he could only let Song Yun walk. As for the fight, Song Yun is now willing but not strong enough.

"Song Yun, you are finally back and thought you were hanging out." As soon as you returned to the villa, you saw Li Yueyue eating bananas in her hand.

"How can I? No one can hurt me in this place in southern Jiangsu now," Song Yun smiled proudly.

"Just blow it, Sister Qingluan is fine." Li Yueyue said, and when she was thinking about saying something, she was interrupted by Li Shishi. Li Shishi stepped forward and leaned in Song Yun's ear and said something. Song Yun also followed suit and answered on Li Shishi's shoulder.

Seeing these two people whispering, the women in the villa rolled their eyes.

In order to celebrate Song Yun's safe return, Xiao Qing specially made a large table of nutritious dishes for Song Yun. After Song Yun had enough food and drink and enjoyed the treatment of the patient, he went upstairs and went to bed with satisfaction.

I originally thought that when I came back, I could ask Li Shishi to give him a bed, but who would have thought that Li Shishi said that his injury has not been completely healed now and could not touch her. This made Song Yun very melancholy when he looked at him in the middle of the night.

Early the next morning, Song Yun was quarreled by the tyrant's phone call. Listening to the other party's complaining tone, Song Yun had to get up and dress and prepare to go out.

"Qingluan, what are you doing?" Song Yun pushed Qingluan's room away and found that the other party was writing brush strokes.

Song Yun looked on the rice paper and said, "What a guy, Qingluan's handwriting is so powerful that he can write more than a hundred small calligraphy, and he has written more than a hundred handwritings in a long time. With that handwriting, Song Yun claimed that he has not been as good as the other party even after practicing for a hundred years.

“This is really well written.”

"This is a way for me to cultivate my mind." Qingluan said seriously.

"Oh? Are you just writing when you cultivate your mind?" Song Yun asked.

"Well, focus all my attention on rice paper, so that I can train my mental power at all times. Many experts like to transform my mind and embody my mind, and turn it into something I like to do." Qingluan said.

Song Yun suddenly remembered the wood carvings of the judge and asked, "Qingluan, have you ever met the judge?"

"I've seen it!" Qingluan said.

"Judge, what kind of heart is he cultivating? I think he seems to have many wood carvings." Song Yun asked.

"Judge, what he practices is precise!! His wood carvings can be portrayed in detail, so that he could be so accurate that he could break his handcuffs by bullets, but he had nothing to do." Qingluan explained.

"It turns out that's the case!!" Song Yun understood at this time why there were so many wood carvings of the judge. It turned out that they were the result of his cultivation. How should he embody the mind he cultivated? What is the thing he likes to do the most and what can make him concentrate the most?

"Song Yun, what are you thinking?

"No, no, I didn't think about anything, Qingluan, let's go and find Zhuque." Song Yun said.
Chapter completed!