If you say that Mr. Qin is a master, then the impression is probably normal. If you say that Mr. Qin is a naughty boy, Yang Lan'er may not be able to accept it for a short time. This image is too subversive. Wasn't he fine just now? So, once he met someone he liked, Mr. Qin's true colors were revealed?

Seeing this, Qin Muyan was relieved. Well, he was also unfamiliar with the grandfather just now, and was not used to it at all. He was nervous about what Mr. Qin was doing so seriously. Mr. Qin looked at Qin Muyan with caution, which made Yang Laner very embarrassed. Was he afraid that Qin Muyan would snatch it from him? During this time in RB, Qin Muyan consumed a lot of her hundred-year-old wine. Although it was not as rare as the thousand-year-old wine, the quantity was there.

"Thousand-year-old?" Old Master Qin couldn't believe it. In this world, is there really a thousand-year-old wine handed down? "It was left by our ancestors. I don't like it anyway." Yang Lan'er smiled lightly. It was comfortable to talk to people of the same kind. She didn't have to worry about hiding things.

"Okay!" Old Master Qin waved his hand and put the wine jar into the storage magic weapon.

Yang Lan'er was not surprised, but just felt that the storage magic weapon passed down by the Qin family was not the only one.

"I feel embarrassed to accept such a good thing from you. Here, this is my gift to you." Old Master Qin said with a smile, his white beard twitching.

Are you embarrassed? Yang Lan'er was embarrassed. This guy is indeed an old naughty boy. He always speaks in such a strange way.

Yang Lan'er was not pretentious and took the rustic box handed to her by Old Man Qin. In ancient times, it was normal for elders to give gifts to younger generations. It would be impolite for her to refuse.

Regarding this, Mr. Qin was even more satisfied. He stroked his beard several times and seemed extremely happy.

Seeing that Mr. Qin was quite expectant, Yang Lan'er opened the box directly. Inside was a green jade hairpin, as crystal clear as jade: "Treasure?"

In today's world, having a magic weapon is quite good, let alone a treasure weapon, let alone a spiritual weapon that is higher than a treasure weapon.

There are many treasures in the ancestral inheritance space, and there are also immortal weapons that can be picked and chosen at will, but Yang Lan'er can only look at them, and she can't use any of them now.

Therefore, until now, Yang Lan'er has not had any magic weapon in the real sense, especially in terms of attack.

The Qin family gave away a treasure every time they made a move. They are indeed extremely wealthy!

Qin Muyan looked at his grandfather in surprise, but didn't say anything. "It's a mid-level treasure, wind-type, with a bonus to attack speed."

"It's too expensive." Yang Lan'er was conflicted. It would be impolite not to accept the gift, but it was also very sad because it was too expensive. It was really not a good idea to accept it, nor was it a good idea not to accept it.

Nowadays, cultivation has declined, and treasures have become top-grade weapons. This gift is indeed very precious.

"Isn't it just a treasure? It was originally used by women. It would be a waste to keep it here." Old Master Qin waved his hand in a lavish manner and said with great wealth.

"Hmm?" Yang Lan'er was puzzled. Why would it be wasted if it was used by women? There were no women in the Qin family practicing?

Qin Muyan explained, "My mother is an ordinary person. When she married into the Qin family, she was already old. Her progress in practicing the Qin family's skills was slow, and it would take her a long time to reach the innate level. Therefore, she couldn't use this treasure. My sister has had a poor health since she was a child and can't practice, so no one uses it."

Yang Lan'er raised her eyebrows. The Qin family has so few people? It doesn't look like a complicated family that has been passed down for thousands of years.

"Grandpa, we haven't had lunch yet!" Qin Muyan changed the subject and stopped Yang Lan'er from talking about it.

Seeing this, Yang Lan'er felt relieved and quietly put away the treasure. It seemed that it was impossible to return or exchange it, so it was better not to bother with it.

"Isn't there lunch provided on the plane?" Old Master Qin said in astonishment.

"No way, grandpa, is that enough to fill my teeth?" Qin Muyan sighed. He didn't even mention the taste, only the pitiful amount.

"You little brat..." Old Master Qin scolded with a smile, "I've prepared a table of delicious food for you. Take Lan'er to eat!"

Looking at Old Man Qin and Qin Muyan laughing and joking with envy, the relationship between the grandfather and grandson was really extraordinary. Yang Lan'er felt that she had never enjoyed such family affection in her two lifetimes.

Without waiting for Qin Muyan to speak, Yang Lan'er stepped forward and said, "Let me take a look at the old man first. It won't take too long."

"Okay! Take a look, take a look at it freely..." Old Master Qin stretched out his left hand, smiled and said generously.

Yang Lan'er felt the old man's pulse and pondered for a while: "It's not serious, it's just a chronic illness left by the injury. Apart from anything else, the jar of thousand-year-old wine I gave to the old man has some good medicine in it. One cup a day can slowly drive away the old man's chronic illness and recuperate his body. His strength can even reach a higher level."

How could a thousand-year-old wine be so simple? The herbs she added were all good stuff!

Mr. Qin opened his eyes wide: "What? One cup a day?"

Qin Muyan smiled and said, "So you can only drink one cup a day. I'll let my mother watch you."

Old Master Qin is not afraid of anyone except his daughter-in-law who interferes in everything. So, when Qin Muyan mentioned his mother, the old man instantly lost interest.

Not long after, Mr. Qin's eyes lit up as if he remembered something, and Qin Muyan immediately said, "It's just an ordinary cup. Don't think you can change it to a bigger one."

"A normal cup is only one tael." Mr. Qin regretted infinitely. Why did he like to use that small cup? Yang Lan'er covered her mouth and smiled: "One tael is enough. More is useless."

Qin Muyan spread his hands: "Did you hear that? One or two will be enough."

"Lanlan, let's go eat!" Ignoring the old man's wailing, Qin Muyan called Yang Lan'er to go to the restaurant.

"Pfft - your old man is quite funny." Yang Lan'er felt it was ridiculous. He was so upset and racking his brains for a sip of wine. Was it really that necessary?

"It's good that you don't feel his image is shattered. Many people who are familiar with the old man will have a process of having their idol shattered." Qin Muyan rarely heard someone praising him.

"Although it feels a bit like a master's collapse, it's okay." Yang Lan'er felt that her ability to accept was still very strong. After all, there was a similar master old man in a famous martial arts novel in her previous life! Besides , Mr. Qin was like this because he liked wine. If he didn't like it, why would he react so strongly?

"I believe that grandpa will be very happy to know you said that." Qin Muyan chuckled.

"It's better to have less distance this way." Yang Lan'er followed Qin Muyan and turned left and right. After half a day, she still hadn't arrived. She couldn't help feeling a little dizzy. It's just a meal. Do you need to walk so far? If you are very hungry, how miserable it would be! 　Only two chapters today, bye......