"Young Ma, don't try to fool us." Qin Jin waved his hand and smiled. "Recover my martial arts? Hehe, my martial arts have been crippled for more than fifty years. How can I recover? I'm just an old man who's going to die soon. There's no hope. "
Ma Kun smiled. "Others might not be able to, but Centurion Chu is a young talent. He often does amazing things. It might not be impossible."
"Really?" Qin Jin frowned.
Ma Kun said, "If anyone else said that, I would never believe it. But since Centurion Chu said it, then I believe it. Think about it, Centurion Chu went from a commoner who did not know any martial arts to a Grandmaster in less than two years. How amazing is that!"
"Hmm, looks like we've met a benefactor." Qin Jin smiled.
Even so, he still did not believe it.
Having lived for almost a lifetime, of course, he saw Dong Qifei and the others' expressions. Then, he looked at Ma Kun's expression and roughly understood that they were trying to embarrass Centurion Chu.
They had just arrived and were all crippled. They did not want to get involved in the battle between the centurion and the second in command. It would be asking for trouble.
"It's a pity for Young Ning." He pointed at Ning Jiyuan and shook his head. "But there's no rush. As long as he's back, he can cultivate from the beginning!"
Ning Jiyuan patted his chest and smiled. "Old Master Qin, don't worry. I'll definitely cultivate my martial arts back!"
"If you can cultivate it back, us old men will be relieved." Qin Jin smiled.
Ma Kun knew that his thoughts were seen through in front of the shrewd Qin Jin, but he did not mind. He smiled and introduced Dong Qifei and the others to them.
Everyone found a stone table and sat down.
Dong Qifei asked them about their experiences. How did they live in the Tempest Temple all these years? Did they suffer?
Qin Jin chuckled. "Without our martial arts, we're just cripples. The Tempest Temple won't do anything to us. Even if they send us deep into the mountains to farm, we can't run away even if we want to. We can only live our lives honestly. I'm an expert in farming now, but I can't do anything else."
Dong Qifei asked curiously, "Elder Qin, didn't you think of a way to cultivate again?"
"It didn't work." Qin Jin said, "In the beginning, I worked hard to cultivate and wanted to escape. Unfortunately, as soon as I cultivated inner force, I would be discovered immediately and crippled again. I could only be an ordinary person. Later on, I gave up."
"Sigh … these monks are really ruthless!" Dong Qifei said hatefully.
Qin Jin shook his head and said, "It would be the same for anyone else. We, the Secret Guardians Hall, would kill any spy we catch. It's considered benevolent of them to let us live. It's not a waste of our duty as monks."
As they were talking, Chu Li appeared, so they stood up to greet him.
Chu Li glanced at the crowd expressionlessly and said in a deep voice, "Dong Qifei, Yang Zongwen, Ning Da, Ning Er, help me arrange a place to stay. Elder Qin, let's talk in private."
"Yes!" Everyone dispersed in an uproar.
Ma Kun also left and returned to his house.
Chu Li brought Qin Jin to the main hall. A maid gently picked up a teacup and left without a sound.
Chu Li picked up the teacup and gestured.
Qin Jin also picked up his teacup.
The two of them took a sip of tea and slowly put it down.
It was so quiet in the house that a pin drop could be heard.
Chu Li said, "Elder Qin, I didn't ask you to come over from the Commander to let you retire. I need to use you."
Qin Jin bowed slightly. "Centurion, I'm useless. I'm afraid …"
"I'll help you recover your martial arts. You're all elites of the Secret Guardians Hall and are very experienced. You're also Grandmasters. You'll be of great help to the Mei Er Courtyard. You don't have to belittle yourself, "Chu Li said.
Qin Jin smiled bitterly. "Yes, Centurion. We'll do our best to help you!"
Chu Li nodded. "There's one more thing you need to understand. I'm not only the Centurion of the Secret Guardians Hall, but I'm also the Head Chief of the Imperial Residence of King An and the Chief of the High Duke's Public House. I'll need your help in some matters."
"Yes." Qin Jin said, "We'll only listen to the Centurion's orders."
He said this because he was forced to do so.
Although they had suffered a lot for the Secret Guardians Hall, the winner takes all. They did not come back for meritorious service. Compared to those secret guardians who lost their lives, their sufferings were nothing.
More importantly, everyone would doubt their loyalty.
If that happened, even the Commander would not dare to use them. They could only become useless once again, no different from when they were in the Tempest Temple.
They could not blame the Secret Guardians Hall. Anyone else would have done the same.
Since Chu Li wanted to use them, they had no choice but to be loyal to him.
They had been suppressed for so many years, so their hearts were even more intense. Not only did their desire for fame, splendor, and wealth not diminish, it became even stronger. They were not willing to die of old age peacefully. Even if Chu Li's intentions were unpredictable, they had to take a gamble and follow him to the end!
Chu Li smiled. "Alright, Elder Qin, you're a smart man! I'll recover your martial arts now! "
He took out a box of needles from his sleeve as he said this.
Before Qin Jin could say anything, he had already pierced the needles into his body and fixed him in place.
After the acupuncture, Chu Li picked up a book and slowly flipped through it.
An hour later, Chu Li put down the book and took out a porcelain bottle. He poured out a snow-white pill and stuffed it into Qin Jin's mouth.
Qin Jin's eyes widened. He felt his whole body itch as if thousands of ants were crawling in his body.
Chu Li suddenly retracted his hand and dozens of needles flew back into the box.
"Bang!" Qin Jin's clothes inflated like an inflated ball. His hair danced in the air.
"Hehe …" Qin Jin was overjoyed and could not help but laugh. His laughter shook the house and dust fell.
The power that he yearned for had returned to him. He had become a Grandmaster again. This was like a dream. He did not even dare to think about it!
Chu Li sat firmly on the chair and smiled. "Congratulations."
Qin Jin stopped laughing and closed fist saluted. "Thank you, Centurion!"
Chu Li waved his hand. "It's a fair deal. No need to thank me. Let the next one in."
"Yes!" Qin Jin said.
He was in awe of the calm and indifferent young man in front of him.
This kind of skill was not something that others could have. He was so young but his cultivation level was unfathomable. He was truly a God's Favored One. He was worthy of his loyalty.
Chu Li smiled as he watched Qin Jin leave.
With this group of experienced masters, his strength was more adequate. It would be more convenient for him to do things in the future. He did not have to do everything himself.
Later that night, before Chu Li left the Mei Er Courtyard, all nine of them had recovered their martial arts.
This night was normal for others but it was a day of rebirth for them.
When Chu Li returned to the Imperial Residence of King An, Chief Zhu quickly ran out to welcome him. He handed over an invitation with both hands. "Head Chief, there's an invitation for you."
Chu Li took it. "There aren't any guests today, right?"
"Miss Lu came to look for the Princess," Chief Zhu said.
Chu Li paused for a moment and nodded.
He opened the invitation and saw that it was sent by Han Fei. He wanted to congratulate him on his housewarming and taking in a concubine. He wanted to take Bi Lan into his room.
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