Ling Jie looked at the old man in front of him with a firm expression, and his heart was entangled. What he meant by this made Ling Jie have to be on guard.

Seeing that Ling Jie didn't want to say anything, the old man didn't get angry, so he smiled and said, "Since this is the case, the old man can't help but be strong." I know what you're here for, but it's not southern Xinjiang. And the real southern Xinjiang does not exist. At the same time, there is also existence. The existence of southern Xinjiang is not something that you ordinary people can enter. So, you might as well cancel the idea! With your current skills, you are enough to carve out a new world outside, so why give your life? ”

A hint of worry flashed across the old man's face. I think that at the beginning, I was also going towards the mystery of southern Xinjiang. I didn't think that I would come to this ghost place. It's a pity, it's a pity!

At this time, Ling Jie was stupid! This is also too profound, this southern Xinjiang exists, and does not exist, is this coexisting? Ling Jie didn't understand what he meant at all. Could it be that this is not southern Xinjiang? According to literal speculation, Ling Jie had already guessed the meaning of these words, but where was the real southern Xinjiang? Could it really be the abyss?

"Grandpa, how do you know that I'm coming to southern Xinjiang, it's hard to come, isn't this southern Xinjiang?" Ling Jie frowned lightly and looked at the old man with some questioning.

"What kind of place this is, the old man doesn't know very well. Anyway, this is not southern Xinjiang. I don't know where the real southern Xinjiang is. However, if you can practice martial arts to the peak, you may be able to sense where southern Xinjiang is. It's just that it's unlikely. According to my guess, the current martial arts have declined, hey! Speaking of this, an inexplicable wound suddenly appeared on the old man's face. It's as if I've remembered something from the past.

This old man is not a martial cultivator, but a medicine cultivator. In their time, it was supposed to be a pharmacist. A very sparse category, crowds.

Next, the old man told Ling Jie everything he knew. During the conversation between the two, Ling Jie already knew the identity of the old man. He didn't expect that this old man was an old monster. So far, it has a five-hundred-year-old monster. This was what Ling Jie was most surprised by.

In their time, his existence was that of a medicine man. Compared with Ling Jie's era, it is the same profession as a doctor. It seems that the myths and legends of China for more than 5,000 years may be true. If it weren't for Ling Jie seeing with his own eyes that this old man was five hundred years old, he wouldn't have believed that there was really such a pervert in the world.

"Hey, young man, I see that you are good-natured, and you are not a bad person. In this way, I will pass on to you all the medical skills of this life, hoping that they will be of use to you. As for whether it works, I don't know! The old man patted Ling Jie's shoulder and said with a smile.

In his heart, he thinks about his own thoughts. He always felt that he was very close to the kid in front of him. Otherwise, it would not have been possible for both of them to come to this place. Five hundred years, nearly five hundred years, he has not seen anyone. Ling Jie was the first person he saw in the past five hundred years. Although it is not from my own era, it is not far behind. In order not to lose his medical skills, he was ready to accept Ling Jie as an apprentice. In this way, you will not be ashamed of the master's spirit in heaven.

"Grandpa, you say, you want to teach me medical skills?" Ling Jie was stunned and looked at the old man on the side in surprise.