Ling Chen felt like he had been dreaming, but he couldn't wake up at all.

From childhood to adulthood, the scenes of life passed by one by one in front of his eyes. Those vague memories are magnified and clear in front of my eyes. The people who loved him the most in memory will never be seen.

He always remembered a woman, dressed in white and spotless. But no matter how much he thought about the woman's face, it was always blurry. In his impression, he only remembered that a little girl with pear blossoms and rain asked him to go to Dongsheng Academy to find her. But now, he couldn't remember her face.

Loneliness, remorse, pain, countless negative emotions wrapped Ling Chen, wanting to tear his heart apart. It was a heart-wrenching injury, and I wanted to resist, but I felt a sense of powerlessness. The lonely Ling Chen shed helpless tears in his dream...

In the early morning, when the first rays of sunlight shine into the stone wall, it brings new hope and light.

Ling Chen felt very tired, as if after sleeping for a long time, he felt dizzy and swelled, and it was difficult to wake up. I opened my eyes with difficulty, only to find that my eyes were blurry and my eyes were hard to focus. After blinking vigorously a few times and moistening his dry eyes, the world gradually became clear in front of Ling Chen's eyes.

The eye is covered with a stone wall that is uneven. Ling Chen could feel the light of a fire on the side, so he could see clearly in the dark stone cave. Although the fire was warm, he still felt cold on his body.

Ling Chen struggled to get up, but the wounds all over his body were affected. Couldn't help but let out a muffled snort from Ling Chen's mouth. Now that his whole body can't exert his strength, Ling Chen has given up. Lying on a bed of hay, his eyes fixed on the rocks above.

"Are you awake?" a gentle and delicate voice reached Ling Chen's ears, making him finally find a familiar feeling.

"Ahem... Cough. Ling Chen wanted to open his mouth to speak, but found that there seemed to be phlegm in his throat, so he couldn't help coughing lightly twice.

"You lie down first, and I'll go and make some medicine for you. ”

"It's Ning Yuanru. Ling Chen thought in his heart, but the whole person was more relaxed, and he exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, intending to close his eyes and recuperate.

"Hurry up and go to morning class, how long are you going to sleep?!" An anxious and serious voice came from his ears, although it was very familiar, it still frightened Ling Chen, and his eyes widened.

"What morning class?"

Ling Chen's heart tightened, the haze of morning classes in the academy had been hanging over his heart for many years, so much so that it had now become a habit. The huge difference between the positive and negative made it difficult for Ling Chen to distinguish the real from the false for a while, could it be that he was dreaming all this?

Ling Chen turned his head to look and saw a fat man standing in front of him with a cane. This fat pig-headed face was no more than a stone's throw away from him, and the under-beaten smile on his face made people want to be sick. If Ling Chen's limbs could move, maybe he would have punched him a long time ago.

Seeing that it was Wang Qingyun's prank, Ling Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

After a moment of brewing, Ling Chen spat out a sentence from his throat: "If you don't make trouble, you'll die." ”

I have a foreign body in my throat, I feel that I feel uncomfortable talking all the time, and my nostrils are blocked, and I speak very deeply. It should be infected with the wind cold, Ling Chen thought to himself.

"Hey, hey. Wang Qingyun laughed happily, "You don't know, dust, it's scared us to death in the past few days." I want to see... You've been in a coma for seven days. If you don't wake up, I'll dig the hole at the door for you. ”

"Can't you expect me to order something good?"

Wang Qingyun still spoke so frivolously, but it sounded very familiar. Since waking up, all the sensations have come flooding in. It is a familiar world and a familiar person, and all the regrets and good things have returned to reality, and it feels really good to be alive.

"What about them?"

"I went out early in the morning to fish. ”

Ling Chen nodded, everyone is fine, this is the best news at the moment.

"Nothing else has happened in the past few days, has it?"

"No, it's mainly the two of us recuperating from our injuries, and the food is still sufficient, so you can rest assured. ”

With a big deal in his heart, Ling Chen no longer cares.

"Where's my sword?"

"Here, I'll help you get it back that night. ”

Wang Qingyun felt a little proud in his heart, but Ling Chen only nodded and didn't say anything else. Wang Qingyun pursed his lips slightly, despising Ling Chen.

"But seriously, you have to thank Ning Yuanru well. In the past few days, she has been taking care of you before and after being busy, and she has also 'personally' fed you medicine. If we hadn't, we wouldn't have been able to do that. Wang Qingyun was slightly too high in a 'personal' tone, but Ling Chen didn't seem to notice his intentions, and nodded to show that he understood.

"You should rest and recuperate, and I'll go outside and bask in the sun and thrive." With that, Wang Qingyun walked out again on crutches.

Ling Chen was still very weak, and he didn't even say much, just nodding his head all the time, wanting to understand the current situation as soon as possible. After probably speaking, Wang Qingyun also walked out and let Ling Chen have a good rest. Now that Ling Chen has finally woken up, everyone's hanging hearts are finally stable.

After a while, Ning Yuanru came over with a bowl of ginseng soup. I don't know how many times this ginseng has been boiled, but Ning Yuanru still left a little. Thinking of Ling Chen's wound that quickly scabbed that day, she knew that it would only be a matter of time before Ling Chen woke up, so she kept some and let Wang Qingyun eat the rest.

"Give me a hand. Ling Chen insisted that he wanted to sit up and drink the medicine, after all, it was really difficult to lie down.

Ning Yuanru didn't insist on letting him lie down, and tried to help Ling Chen up. Ling Chen's hands and feet were still cold, and Ning Yuanru could feel it at this time. It could be seen that he had contracted the wind cold.

After drinking the hot ginseng soup, Ling Chen's heart felt a little warmer, and his limbs also changed from numbness to some sensation. He slowly leaned his body closer to the fire, trying to warm himself up. Ning Yuanru put the bowl aside, gently supported him on the side, and didn't say anything.

"Thank you. ”

Sitting cross-legged on the ground hard, Ling Chen said softly thanks. The meaning seems to be far-reaching, thank you for helping him just now, and thank you for taking care of him before.

Ning Yuanru held Ling Chen's hands for a moment, and then smiled faintly.

"It should. ”

After that, Ning Yuanru took the big bowl on the ground and gradually walked to the front.

Ling Chen's gaze followed Ning Yuanru's figure, he seemed to want to say something, and planned to stop Ning Yuanru, but after hesitating slightly, Ning Yuanru had already walked away. So, he began to look out.

It is a concave stone wall, and the space is quite spacious. There was a lot of firewood stacked on one side, a shed was built on the outside, and a slanted one on the side. At this time, the sun is shining in from the outside, and it is cloudy and dark. There was also a fire outside, and the iron pot was boiling water on it. Wang Qingyun really basked in the sun outside with a wooden stick, maybe he could thrive as he said.

In fact, Ling Chen also wanted to go to the outside world to see, but he felt very weak now, and his state was not good in all aspects. He didn't want to rest, he just wanted to close his eyes. It seems that it will take a lot of time to recover.

The flames made Ling Chen feel warm, and he didn't feel cold at this time, but he still took out a large coat from the storage ring and draped it on his back. Now, he began to reminisce about that night.

Under the pressure of the Blue Frost Wolf, Ling Chen Ling Chen was forced to start breaking through the Xuantian Three Realms. In the end, he should have succeeded, but now he still can't feel the slightest spiritual power. The spiritual power he had controlled before was very cold, and Ling Chen knew that that spiritual power did not belong to him, and the coldness that came from his soul seemed to freeze him.

Then there was the voice, very unfamiliar, Ling Chen felt that he had never heard it, but it sounded as if it sounded in his head, very clear. It was this voice that guided him every step he took, so that the memory of the rest was completely gone.

Could it really be that there was something in his head? Ling Chen felt a little headache, his left hand was clenched into a fist and he gently slapped his head a few times, but it didn't really have any effect. He was still too weak, and he was still very sick. The right hand still couldn't exert force, but Ling Chen felt that the bones should be connected, and there were no traces of misalignment. After a while of recuperation, you should be able to start simple activities.

The spiritual power of the sea of self-knowledge gushed out, and Ling Chen could see his golden little primordial god, which was still only half of it at this time, and that terrifying tearing crack was now bothering him. Yin Xiu's cultivation was already slow, and now Ling Chen completely felt that his cultivation speed could not catch up with the regression speed of his spiritual power. We must find a way to solve this problem, otherwise we can only give up on the way of printing and repairing.

"Leave the door on the side, give up, give up. ”

A voice came from his head again, Ling Chen had the impression that it was the voice from last time. The voice is slightly childish, like a teenager.

"Who?" Ling Chen's heart tightened, and he secretly wondered.

"Don't scare yourself, I'm in your dantian. The voice was very disdainful of Ling Chen's pretentious nervousness, and simply told him directly.

Ling Chen hurriedly threw his spiritual power into the dantian, and the huge nine-colored formation was still entrenched in the center of the dantian. There was a lot of messy things on the side, and Ling Chen didn't know where these things came from, anyway, he couldn't move these masters at all with his own spiritual power.

A black rune wriggled, transforming into the appearance of a little boy, just like a reading boy from the Shuyuan family, tiger-headed and lovable.

"It's you!"

Ling Chen was slightly puzzled, but in a blink of an eye, he remembered that this thing was something that the second uncle desperately let himself get. What I have gotten after so many tests has finally reacted today. However, at that time, Ling Chen remembered that the spiritual wisdom was just a baby's appearance.

It's just that after so much time, there is still no news, and Ling Chen is about to forget. What is the significance of the second uncle's doing this, and why did he give himself a rusty sword. Countless days and nights of doubts may be answered today.

Ling Chen wanted to continue to ask, but a voice suddenly came from outside.

"We're back!"