My Mobile Phone Connects To Another World

"Ling'er, go home. That kid is gone. I can't even find him."

Yunling, who was always obedient, ignored her grandpa this time.

She sat by the lake, looking at the sparkling lake, looking forward to a miracle happening.

After falling into the lake, Qin Hao immediately chose to return. Although he didn't know the specific cultivation level of the old man who slapped him.

But it can also be felt that the old man is definitely higher than the ninth grade, because the power of that palm is completely beyond his resistance. This level of power and true energy intensity is definitely not something that an eighth grade martial artist can have.

Returning to the earth world, Qin Hao sat in the room and recovered for a long time. The shaking internal organs and blood gradually subsided, but his whole body was still sore and he couldn't exert much strength.

He didn't dare to travel back in time now. He guessed that the old man should be Yunling's grandfather.

Although he had long thought that Yunling could reach the sixth level of cultivation at a young age and her grandfather should not be weak, he did not expect that he would be so strong.

"It's better to hide for a while and wait until you fully recover before going over."

Qin Hao said to himself.

His sword box is still with Yun Ling, it must not be lost.

I hope I can explain it clearly to the old man when I go there next time.

Now my parents have basically moved to a wooden house on the mountain. My sister, brother-in-law, and father and mother are now high-level martial artists with strong bodies. In addition, the earth veins of the ancestral tomb mountain and some of the things Qin Hao brought back from time to time Yang Yuan Dan, they are making rapid progress.

Qin Hao also passed on the Immortal Eternal Spring Skill to them. Although with their qualifications, they may not be able to reach the second level in the end, it can at least make them live longer and stay younger.

It is worth mentioning that the little girl Luo Xianxian adopted by Qin Hao has now begun to practice internal skills. Although there is no success, the little girl has a calm temperament and can endure boredom. Sooner or later she will be able to get started.

Since he was injured last time, Qin Hao asked his family to stay in the mountains at night and come back during the day.

This makes it easier for him to travel back and forth between the two worlds, and he doesn't have to worry about his injuries being seen by his family.

Qin Hao stayed at home for two days, and the pain and weakness in his body finally subsided.

Sitting in the room, Qin Hao took a deep breath and began to travel through time.

Suddenly, a mouthful of cold lake water poured into his mouth, almost choking him.

"Damn it, I forgot that we were in the water."

Qin Hao quickly held his breath and poked half of his head out of the water, leaving only his eyes exposed.

To his surprise, under the dim light, there was a beautiful figure sitting on the shore of the lake, staring blankly at the lake. Who was that girl if not Yunling?

Qin Hao was afraid that she would scream when she saw him and attract the old man, so he quietly dived and swam over.

After getting closer, Qin Hao stuck out his head and shouted softly:

"Ling'er."

Yunling was startled suddenly, and looked out, her face suddenly filled with surprise, and her eyes gradually became moist.

Qin Hao quickly stretched out his finger to his mouth and said:

"Shh, don't attract your grandpa here."

Yunling covered her mouth with tears and kept nodding.

Qin Hao crept up from the water. Just as he was about to shake off the water stains on his body, a soft body suddenly threw himself into his arms, hugged his waist tightly, and sobbed in a suppressed voice:

"Qin Hao, I thought you were dead. I thought you were eaten by a fish. I was scared to death."

Qin Hao felt warm in his heart and said softly:

"Don't be afraid, I'm doing well."

Yunling raised her head and looked up at Qin Hao, then grabbed Qin Hao's wrist and even felt his pulse.

After more than ten breaths, Yunling burst into tears and laughed.

"Stronger than a little tiger, I didn't save you in vain."

Qin Hao was a little embarrassed.

"Well, let me ask you this, if a little animal you rescued died, would you be so sad?"

Yunling replied seriously:

"Of course, it's gone when you die, how sad it is."

The corners of Qin Hao's mouth twitched, and he realized that he was not innocent...

Yunling left Qin Hao's arms. She didn't pay attention to Qin Hao's expression. She tilted her head and murmured softly as if she was recalling:

"However, this time it seems a little more sad..."

Qin Hao's eyes lit up and his mood involuntarily improved a lot.

"Okay, you kid, you still dare to come here, let's see if I don't beat you to death."

An angry sound came, and Yunling's grandfather stood not far away, blowing his beard and staring at Qin Hao.

Yunling hurriedly protected Qin Hao and said anxiously:

"Grandpa, you can't hit him. I saved him with great difficulty. I don't allow you to hit him."

The old man was even more furious when he saw his granddaughter protecting a strange brat like this.

"Ling'er, get out of the way. This guy is not a good guy. He talks sweet words and dares to seduce you."

How could Ling'er understand such words? She only knew that it was her grandfather who was going to hit someone now.

"Grandpa is not good. Qin Hao didn't hit anyone. It's grandpa you who are hitting people now."

The old man was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to refute.

Qin Hao quickly walked out from behind Yun Ling, bowed and saluted:

"The old man misunderstood. I didn't mean any harm. It's just that I was seriously injured a few days ago and fell into a coma. I was carried by a dismounted horse into a treasure land by mistake. It was Miss Ling'er who saved me."

The old man glared and said angrily:

"Ling'er? Is that what you called Ling'er too?"

Qin Hao smiled awkwardly and did not argue again.

Ling'er grabbed Qin Hao's arm, snorted at the old man, and then pulled Qin Hao back.

The old man was so angry that his beard almost grew.

Back in the room, Ling'er was still angry with her grandfather.

"Grandpa is so shameless. He always beats people."

Qin Hao smiled and said:

"Your grandfather is doing it for your own good. He is afraid that I am a liar."

Ling'er asked in confusion:

"Liar? Then what are you trying to lie to me about?"

Qin Hao laughed and said:

"Ling'er is so kind, how could I bear to lie to you."

Hearing Qin Hao's words, Yunling smiled. Then she thought of something and reached out to untie Qin Hao's clothes.

"By the way, your injuries haven't healed yet. You were slapped by grandpa just now, are they all broken?"

Qin Hao quickly held her hand and stopped her.

"It's okay, it's okay, I...I'm almost done."

A loud "bang" sound came, and the door was knocked open by something.

Qin Hao was startled and took a closer look. It turned out to be his own sword box.

The old man walked in and saw Qin Hao holding Yunling's hand.

"Let me go."

Qin Hao quickly let go and said in a panic:

"Old man, misunderstanding... misunderstanding."

The strange thing is that this time the old man did not shout to fight or kill. Instead, he tried hard to control his anger, and his chest kept rising and falling.

After a few breaths, the old man seemed to be calmer. He pointed to the sword box on the ground and asked:

"Is this yours?"

Qin Hao nodded.

The old man continued:

"Your name is Qin Hao?"

Qin Hao nodded again.

"So, you are the successor of the Sword God who is making a lot of noise in the world?"

Qin Hao was stunned. He didn't expect that even this old man had heard of his name. He cupped his hands and replied:

"My master is indeed the Can Yi Sword God."

The old man took a deep breath, and the anger on his face faded a lot. He looked at Qin Hao deeply, then turned and left the room.

Seeing him leave, Qin Hao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The sense of oppression on the old man was too strong. Although it was not as strong as the Sword God Master and the Brewmaster, it was far from what an eighth-grade martial artist could.

But before he could finish breathing a sigh of relief, the old man turned back again.

"Ling'er, why don't you go back to your room?"

Yunling made a face at the old man, then turned to Qin Hao and said:

"You have a good rest, and I will come back tomorrow to help you change your dressing."

After saying that, he smiled at Qin Hao and followed the old man out of the room.