The heavy snow in early spring fell overnight, dyeing the entire imperial capital of Dahua into a snow-white color, and in an inn in the imperial capital, a young man was reading a book at his desk, and the young man's name was Ling Yunnai, who was the owner of this inn.

"It's so lively!" Ling Yun looked at the pedestrians coming and going outside the window and sighed.

"A lantern festival is being held outside, and the annual Fengyun Dabi is about to start, so some sect disciples and children of the families who have traveled abroad have rushed back, so it will naturally be more lively than usual." Just as Ling Yun was lamenting the excitement outside, a young girl walked into the room.

The girl's name is Yu Wanting, she is the maid that Ling Yun took in in one winter, as for her origin, Ling Yun doesn't know, and she doesn't want to know, but Ling Yun knows that Yu Wanting's cultivation talent is very amazing, only sixteen years old and she stepped into the eighth grade of the day after tomorrow, and usually the two of them are called master and servant.

Ling Yun smiled when he heard Yu Wanting's answer, and didn't say anything, but muttered secretly in his heart: "Another year has passed, but how long can I last?" ”

Seeing that Ling Yun didn't answer her but looked at the street outside the window in a daze, Yu Wanting remembered her young master's situation and then comforted: "Young master, don't think about it too much, drink the medicine first, I believe your illness will get better." With that, he put the medicine that had been decocted on Ling Yun's desk.

When Ling Yun saw Yu Wanting comforting him, he knew what she was thinking, but he didn't say anything, but looking at the dark potion on the desk, he suddenly looked at Yu Wanting and begged with a weak face: "Wan'er, can I not take medicine?" ”

"No way!" An undoubted word interrupted Ling Yun's words, and Yu Wanting looked at Ling Yun with a firm face, as if if Ling Yun didn't drink it, then she would forcibly feed the medicine.

Looking at Wan'er's determined appearance, Ling Yun knew that he couldn't escape today, looking at the potion on the table, Ling Yun picked up the medicine in his heart, closed his eyes, and then drank the medicine in one go.

The moment the potion was inhaled, a bitter and medicinal smell enveloped his tongue, and the combination of these two tastes caused Ling Yun's sense of taste and smell to suffer.

Finally, Ling Yun drank all the potions in the bowl, Wan'er was much more relieved when she saw this, and looked at Ling Yun with a bitter look on her face, and was reluctant to laugh in her heart, "My young master is still afraid of drinking medicine after so many years, every time I send medicine over, the young master has this expression, it is really like a child." ”

Looking at Ling Yun Wan'er, who was tortured by the bitter medicine, she smiled and said: "Young master, the medicine is bitter, Wan'er is also for your good, and this is the master's request, I dare not listen to it, don't hold a grudge against Wan'er!" ”

Ling Yun looked at Yu Wanting angrily and said viciously: "Hmph, one day I will also let you taste the taste of this bitter medicine." ”

Threatened by her own young master, Yu Wanting did not have the slightest awe, but smiled more happily and said: "Okay! Young master, I will wait for that day, and if I am sick, the young master will also let me drink bitter medicine. ”

Ling Yun drank the medicine, sorted out the books on the desk again, got up and said to Wan'er: "Speaking of Master, it's time to visit Master today, I'll go to see Master Wan'er, you stay and watch the store." ”

Wan'er cleaned up the bowl she had drunk, and after listening to Ling Yun's words, she replied, "Okay, young master." ”

Ling Yun picked up a coat and draped it over cotton wool and walked out of the room.

Wan'er was left alone in the room looking at the place Ling Yun had just done in a daze, recalling the time she had met the young master over the years, she thought firmly in her heart, "Young master, don't worry, Wan'er will definitely find a way to make you recover, so that you don't have to be tortured." After a long time, Wan'er left Ling Yun's room.

Ling Yun walked out of the room and went downstairs, it was not time to eat at this time, so there were not many guests below, not to mention that this inn was already open in a relatively remote place.

The guys downstairs greeted Ling Yun with a smile when they saw Ling Yun coming downstairs, and Ling Yun also smiled and returned the salute before walking out of the inn.

As soon as he stepped out of the inn, Ling Yun felt a cold wind coming towards him, and the cold made him shiver, and he reluctantly pulled his coat and wrapped himself tighter.

Ling Yun followed the familiar road, and there were more pedestrians than usual, but Ling Yun didn't care.

After a while, Lingyun came to a academy, the history of the academy is very long, this academy is still the original unification of Dahua's ancestors ordered to establish, the academy has no name is called the academy, and now the plaque hanging on the academy is still the original Dahua Emperor Zu personally depicted.

Not everyone can enter the academy, most of the disciples are the children of nobles, and the original intention of establishing the academy has long since changed.

Ling Yun didn't care about the history of the academy, he greeted the guards guarding the academy and went in, obviously it wasn't the first time Ling Yun had come.

Entering the academy, a special aura greeted him, making Ling Yun very comfortable. He is not a disciple of the academy, nor is he a gentleman of the academy, but he can enter and leave the academy at will, strictly speaking, he should be regarded as an auditor of the university, Ling Yun thought.

The academy is very large, and the academy not only teaches the way of governing the country and security, but also teaches martial arts, at this time, it is the early spring when the academy has not opened, so the huge academy seems to be extraordinarily quiet, Ling Yun likes this feeling very much.

Following the path of the academy, Ling Yun came to a small courtyard. The courtyard is not large, and there are no other buildings around, just like a paradise.

There was an old man in the courtyard who was hoeing, the old man felt Ling Yun's arrival, but he did not stop what he was doing, Ling Yun was not in a hurry, but waited patiently for the old man.

Neither of them spoke, only the sound of hoeing came from one after another, and Ling Yun was able to reach the point where a special artistic conception was revealed on the master's body when he was hoeing.

I don't know much about Master Lingyun, I only know that Master is very strong, and only one of the people he has seen can compete with Master, and he also knows that Master's medical skills are very superb, and he doesn't know anything else about Master.

It's been five or six years since I met the master, and the master didn't say that he didn't ask, and he didn't ask much about his own affairs, so he respected the master very much.

Without letting Ling Yun wait too long, the old man turned over the ground, and the busy old man looked at Ling Yun and said, "You are here." ”

Ling Yun hurriedly bent down and said, "Master." ”

The old man didn't pay much attention to these etiquettes, just nodded and went into the house.

Ling Yun also followed, the room was very simple, only a desk and a bed, and there was a bookshelf next to the desk.

Ling Yun entered the room and sat straight in front of the desk, which was very natural.

The old man poured a cup of tea for Ling Yun, the tea was freshly burned and the heat was coming out, Ling Yun respectfully took the tea, and then the old man also poured himself a cup and the two sat down with each other.

"What's wrong with the cold in your body?" The Master asked.

"Back to the master, according to the medicine and conditioning prescribed by the master, he has stopped having a seizure recently." Ling Yun replied.

So what happened to the "he" in the body? The Master continued.

"In recent years, I have been reading Confucianism and Taoism, and now I can temporarily keep me sane when I have a seizure." Ling Yun continued to reply.

"Yes, I've found a way to suppress it recently, and it can also allow you to re-cultivate, what do you think?" The Master asked.

Hearing what the master said, Ling Yun's hand serving the tea was a little trembling, and the hot tea splashed on his hand was unknown.

However, he quickly adjusted, looked at the master and said seriously: "I am willing to cultivate again, and ask the master to fulfill it." ”

When the master saw Ling Yun's determined appearance, he knew that this was what Ling Yun was thinking, and he sighed lightly and said, "The 'he' in your body can still be suppressed by Confucianism when you are not cultivating, which is why I have let you participate in Confucianism and Taoism for so many years. But if you want to cultivate, then Confucianism can't suppress it. If you fail to find a way to rescue you in the future, then sooner or later you will be assimilated, and then you will be an enemy of the world, and even then you still have no regrets? ”

Even though he knew Ling Yun's determination, the master couldn't help but remind.

"Master, if I fall into the devil, will Master kill me?" Ling Yun indifferently asked the master.

"Yes!" The Master said firmly.

"Then I have already decided, if I fall into the devil and bring disaster to the world, please ask the master to kill me." Ling Yun pleaded.

"Why are you doing this? Alas! Now that you've made up your mind, I won't say anything more. The master said with a flash of unbearability.