Hearing this, Butler Ling hesitated for a moment.
If it was the Ying Zijin from before, she shouldn't have been involved in this kind of thing.
But now, she was still the number one genius in the ancient medicine world, and the Ling Family was already climbing up the social ladder.
"Young Master was injured when he was sparring with the other guards in the Hall of Justice." Butler Ling still opened his mouth, "However, the Patriarch and Madam have already invited an ancient doctor to take a look. It's fine."
"From the looks of it, you're not injured." Ying Zijin said indifferently, "I'll go take a look."
"Miss Ying!" Butler Ling panicked and raised his hand to stop her.
But in that instant, he felt his entire body go numb, and he was unable to use his inner strength.
By the time he regained his mobility, the girl had already entered the room from the hall.
The servants of Ling Zhonglou's faction all knew Ying Zijin, so they naturally wouldn't stop her.
Butler Ling hurriedly followed him, not even having the time to think about what had just happened.
The Ling Family was different from the other ancient martial arts and ancient medicine families. The design of the house was modern, simple and luxurious, giving people a very comfortable feeling.
In Jiang Ran's bedroom.
Ling Zhonglou, Jiang Huapin and Ling Mianxi were all there.
There was also an ancient doctor.
The three of them sat by the bed with serious expressions.
On the bed, Jiang Ran was lying there, his head wrapped in several layers of gauze.
The bleeding had already stopped, but one could still see the terrifying scarlet color.
"Patriarch, Madam, I have already stabilized Young Master's injuries for him." The ancient doctor wiped his sweat and removed the golden needle, "But his head suffered too much of a blow. Whether he can wake up or not is still unknown."
Jiang Huapin's voice was very soft, and tears immediately fell from his eyes: "Unknown?"
"That depends on his will to live." The ancient doctor was also in a difficult position, "Madam, my medical skills are not good, I am ashamed."
Ancient doctors were only one percent of ancient martial artists, and the powerful ancient doctors were all occupied by the large families of the ancient martial arts world.
For a medium-sized family like the Ling Family, it was already considered good to have a group of permanent ancient doctors.
If it was the ancient doctor of the Tian Yi Sect, he could easily save Jiang Ran.
Jiang Huapin was such a strong person. He clearly did not know ancient martial arts, but he still dared to fight alone.
Ying Zijin had seen Jiang Huapin so many times, and she was always smiling, even if she was injured.
But now, she was crying.
Ying Zijin stepped forward and asked, "What's going on?"
"I'll pick him up from the Hall of Justice tonight." Ling Mianxi exhaled slowly. "The fifth-rank bodyguards who are close to him told me that they haven't seen him since lunch."
The Hall of Justice provided food and lodging, as well as holidays.
Every guard was allowed one day off every week.
Tomorrow, it would be Jiang Ran's turn to rest, so she would pick him up.
"I asked a few people and finally found a steward. He said that he was practicing martial arts at the back of the mountain. Then I went to take a look," Ling Mianxi said in a low voice. "He was lying on the ground and the blood on his head had coagulated."
"I didn't dare to touch him. I was afraid that it would affect his injuries. I could only call two ancient doctors from home to carry him back."
Just by listening, Ying Zijin knew how serious Jiang Ran's injuries were.
Her hand paused, she rolled up her sleeves and sat down. "Aunt Jiang, Uncle Ling, let me take a look at him."
Only then did Jiang Huapin realize that there was another person in the room. He suddenly raised his head and said in shock, "Zijin, you!"
Hearing this, the ancient doctor at the side jumped up, "Miss Ying? You are Miss Ying?! "
What right did he have to be able to see the number one genius of the ancient medicine world here?
Ying Zijin used alcohol to disinfect her hand. "Needle."
The ancient doctor hurriedly handed over a new box of gold and silver needles.
He stared fixedly at the girl as she landed one golden needle after another, trying to determine which acupuncture point it was.
But in the end, the girl's needle speed was too fast. The ancient doctor was dazzled and fainted.
However, this needle technique reminded the ancient doctor of the records in the books.
He was surprised, "Miss Ying used the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles?"
The Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles was the ultimate technique of the Tian Yi Men.
"Yes." Ying Zijin said indifferently, "I haven't used it for a long time, so I'm not too familiar with it."
After she finished the acupuncture, she took out two more pills and had Ling Zhonglou feed them to Jiang Ran.
Thirty minutes later, Ying Zijin removed the needle.
A few minutes later, Jiang Ran slowly opened his eyes.
When he saw the light again, he still felt that it was unreal.
Jiang Ran looked at Ling Zhonglou, then looked at Ying Zijin, and asked in a daze, "My two fathers?"
Ling Mianxi heaved a sigh of relief.
If he could be funny, it meant that his brain was normal.
Ling Zhonglou's voice slowed down, becoming gentle and low: "Who did it? "Tell father."
Jiang Ran finally regained his senses.
But he kept his mouth shut and did not say a word.
Ling Zhonglou said patiently, "Don't worry about anything else, tell father quickly."
Jiang Ran still did not say anything.
Ying Zijin also looked at him: "Speak, who did it?"
Jiang Ran opened his mouth, lowered his head, and said somewhat unwillingly: "Qiao Family, Qiao Dong."
"Qiao Family?" Ling Zhonglou did not care that Jiang Ran was scared so quickly, he frowned, "Is it the Qiao Family that is subordinate to the Fan Family?"
The Fan Family was a large family in the ancient martial arts world.
Although they could not compare to the Lin, Xie, and Yue Families, they were still ranked in the top ten.
Jiang Ran nodded his head gloomily: "Yes, he's eighty years old, I can't beat him."
After Jiang Huapin heard this, he laughed in anger: "Eighty years old, bullying my son who isn't even twenty years old, does the Qiao Family still have any face?"
Normally, older ancient martial artists would not interfere in the matters of the younger generation.
Other than the Xie Family, no one dared to provoke the Xie Family.
Ying Zijin asked again: "Why did he hit you?"
"It's … It's the arena competition this weekend. "Jiang Ran's voice was very soft," The guard who fought with me is called Qiao Ting, he is Qiao Dong's nephew. In order to let his nephew win, Qiao Dong wanted me to withdraw from the arena. I didn't agree, so he said that he wanted to cripple me. "
Jiang Hua held his breath until his fingers trembled: "His nephew should be fifty or sixty years old, right?"
Jiang Ran nodded again.
Ying Zijin nodded slightly, her expression still calm: "Alright, I understand."
Ling Mianxi slowly stood up, her fingers clenched tightly, her gaze cold: "Qiao Dong, right? I'll go kill him! "
She had been pampered since she was young, and Jiang Ran was even more so.
Ever since he was young, Jiang Ran had been a little lawless.
However, his nature was kind, and he had never suffered such an injury before.
"Mian Xi!" Jiang Huapin pulled her and said seriously, "Mian Xi, you can't go. There are too many people watching you, you definitely can't go openly."
"That's right, Sis." Jiang Ran coughed a few times, "It's fine if I'm a little injured, but if something happens to you, what will happen to the Ling Family?"
"Then what? Just watch you get beaten up? I can't take this lying down. " Ling Mianxi frowned, "But that makes sense. I can't go openly, I'll go secretly."
Ying Zihua crossed his arms and said, "Hmm, I'll go with you. We'll go there secretly."
Ling Zhonglou: "…"
Jiang Huapin: "…"
Jiang Ran: "???"
What the hell?
"We still have to go to the Qiao Family." Ling Zhonglou stood up, "Don't go, I'll go take a look."
Jiang Huapin's expression changed, he grabbed his clothes: "Chong Lou."
"It's fine." Ling Zhonglou comforted him, "Little Hua, I'll be fine."
Ling Zhonglou walked out with Butler Ling.
The atmosphere in the bedroom was still solemn.
Jiang Huapin sighed, stood up, and went to the kitchen next door to prepare food.
After Jiang Ran drank a mouthful of water, he said gloomily: "Papa YIng, the reason why my mother stopped my father was because there was too much internal strife in our family. Didn't you notice that every time you came, my father always let you enter through the side door?"
Ying Zijin narrowed her eyes: "I found out."
"The other direct descendants are waiting to catch my father's mistake so that they can pull him down." Jiang Ran pursed his lips, "The Qiao Family and the Ling Family are on par with each other, but they have the Fan Family behind them, so their status is even higher."
"Alright, stop talking." Ling Mianxi stood up, "Rest well, your sister will protect you."
Jiang Ran was very moved: "Sis, I want to …"
"Don't even think about it."
"…"
**
Qiao Family.
Ling Zhonglou directly barged in with his guards.
"So it's Chong Lou." Patriarch Qiao narrowed his eyes and stood up, "Why did you suddenly come to my Qiao Family today? Is something the matter? "
"But you're so aggressive, you don't look like a guest at all."
"You know very well what I'm doing here." Ling Zhonglou said indifferently, "An eighty-year-old bullying a twenty-year-old, is that fun?"
Patriarch Qiao did not mind, "How can it be called bullying? Aren't all the guards of the Hall of Justice able to spar? Qiao Dong is just giving your son some pointers, and you're still holding a grudge? "
Ling Zhonglou's voice turned cold, "Pointers? You're courting death! "
His speed was extremely fast, and in the next second, he grabbed Patriarch Qiao's collar.
Patriarch Qiao was shocked, but he remained calm on the surface.
"Ling Zhonglou, you never thought of a problem when you attacked me." He smiled calmly, "Back then, when you married an ordinary person, the elders of your Ling Family were already dissatisfied with you."
"Not to mention, how many battles do you have in your Ling Family? And how many people are eyeing your position as Patriarch? "
Ling Zhonglou's expression instantly turned cold.
"Why don't you take a guess? If you really make a move against my Qiao Family, you still can't sit firmly in your position as Patriarch?" Patriarch Qiao laughed impudently, "Without your position as Patriarch, with just you, a half-step Ancient Martial Grandmaster, can you still protect Jiang Huapin?"
Jiang Huapin's reputation was not low either.
Becoming the mistress of the Ling Family with the identity of an ordinary person had already surprised the other ancient martial arts families.
Especially her appearance, she was a rare beauty in the ancient martial arts world.
The ancient warriors were used to burning, killing, and robbing, and they continued the style of the ancient times. It was a complete patriarchal rule, and the status of women was lower.
Not to mention the Xie Family, even if it was the other ancient martial arts families, if they took a fancy to a woman, they would use force to snatch her back.
Unless they had the strength themselves, like Ying Zijin or Ling Mianxi.
But Jiang Huapin was a complete ordinary person.
Ling Zhonglou took a deep breath, the veins on his hands twitching.
"Chong Lou, endure for a while and calm down." Patriarch Qiao sensed the change in his mood and said indifferently, "Without a certain amount of power, you can only endure it, don't you think so?"
"Yes, that's right." Ling Zhonglou also smiled, his smile was cold and ruthless, "I don't need to choose a day to beat you."
Patriarch Qiao frowned, "What did you say?"
Before he could react, he was slapped in the face by Ling Zhonglou.
The strength of the slap was so great that Patriarch Qiao's brain buzzed.
Following that, another slap landed on his face.
Only when Patriarch Qiao spat out blood did Ling Zhonglou let him go.
He turned around and left in large strides.
Patriarch Qiao lay on the ground, mad with anger, and could not speak clearly: "Ling Zhonglou, just you wait!"
Wait, he would reveal all of this information to the other direct descendants of the Ling Family, and make Ling Zhonglou step down from the Ling Family!
He wanted to see how arrogant Ling Zhonglou would be in front of him at that time!
**
On the other side of the Qiao family.
Qiao Dong drank a lot of wine because he was happy.
Drunk, he put his arm around Qiao Ting's shoulder, "Little Ting, you must do your best for uncle. In the arena the day after tomorrow, that Jiang Ran will not be able to fight with you. You will definitely be able to successfully advance to Level 4."
Qiao Ting was fifty years old this year.
However, he could not be considered a genius, because his ancient martial arts cultivation was only around thirty-five years, and he had already stopped for a long time.
Although Jiang Ran had only caught up in the past two years, in terms of actual combat ability, he was much stronger than Qiao Ting.
After all, he had been beaten up by Fu Yunshen.
"Uncle, don't worry." Qiao Ting was also very happy, "I will definitely not embarrass you."
As he said that, he hesitated. "However, what if the Ling Family takes revenge on you for beating Jiang Ran to such a state today?"
"Revenge?" Qiao Dong sneered, "Don't you know what kind of situation the Ling Family is in? If Ling Zhonglou dares to take revenge, he can forget about his position as Patriarch. "
Hearing this, Qiao Ting was relieved.
After sending Qiao Dong back, he returned to his room.
Qiao Dong sat on the chair, preparing to read a military book before sleeping.
However, just as he flipped open the book, a hand grabbed his collar from behind and lifted him up.
With a "bang", he was violently pressed against the wall, and his body was even turned upside down.
Under the light, the girl's face was cold.
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