It is already dusk, somewhere in the forest outside Jingchang Mansion, a river runs through it, and the scenery on both sides is beautiful, very beautiful. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hey, boy, wake up, wake up!"

"Who's ......"

Ling Yi turned over, opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw a young man wearing a blue rag shirt and a turban of the same color, but looking very delicate, looking at him.

Ling Yi's face was extremely pale, and he felt that his whole body was in pain, and he felt like he was about to lose his breath.

"Hey, what the hell is wrong with you!"

"Accepted...... Hurt ......"

"Hurt, I'll take a look!"

The young man immediately raised Ling Yi's right hand to check the pulse, observed Ling Yi's face again, and said in an exclamation: "The injury is so serious, if it is not treated, it will be dangerous, but this place is too far away from Jingchang Mansion City, how can it be in time?"

Looking up at a certain direction not far from the mountains and forests, he could vaguely see two dilapidated houses, and said helplessly: "You are lucky to meet my aunt...... Phew, met Master Ben, hey, boy, can you still stand up?"

Ling Yi smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"There is an old Taoist temple not far ahead, there is a Taoist doctor in the temple who is skilled in medicine, and can rejuvenate his hands, I will help you up and go together, and you will be saved when you get there!"

"Thank you...... Thank you...... You ......"

"What a lot of effort!"

As the young man spoke, he helped Ling Yi up and slowly moved towards the direction of the Taoist temple.

"Hey, boy, you can't fall halfway, don't you hear! If you die on the side of the road, I'm not going to make you a grave!"

"Ahem...... I'm okay, don't worry!", Ling Yi barely managed to squeeze out a smile, but it looked very awkward.

"That's pretty much it! Hey, boy, what's your name?"

"What did you say?"

Ling Yi thought for a moment, then said, "My mind is blank, what... Ahem...... I don't remember anything. ”

"Hey, you're not going to have amnesia, are you?

"I really can't remember!", Ling Yi smiled bitterly.

"Forget it, don't ask!", the boy pouted.

"I'm so tired...... Still...... How long will it take to get there?"

"Come on, hold on a little longer! It's not far ahead, hey, what's your expression? Don't sleep, don't close your eyes, if you do this again, I'll throw you in the forest to feed the beasts!"

"There are beasts!"

Ling Yi suddenly changed color, and instantly lifted his spirit: "Hey, you want a good person to do it to the end, but you can't do this!"

The young man said angrily, "Who told you to always be listless, Aunt Ben...... I'm really unlucky, this young master is really unlucky, he finally ran out and fooled around and met a person like you who is dying! Don't talk, stay sober and keep your strength, you'll be there soon!"

......

The towering Taoist temple is very dilapidated, and even the gate has not been changed for more than ten years, only the three towering ancient trees in front of the Taoist temple are the most conspicuous.

In the backyard, an old man in a shabby Taoist robe was meditating cross-legged, the old man looked nearly seventy years old, but he did not have a single white hair, his face was ruddy and shiny, and he was very energetic.

In front of Lao Dao sat three Dao boys, all about fifteen years old, who were listening intently to Lao Dao telling about the wonderful laws of heaven and earth.

After two quarters of an hour, Lao Dao suddenly stopped preaching, pinched his fingers and calculated, and said to the Dao boy on the left: "That's all for today's Dao Fa, Xuan Yi, you immediately go and sort out a vacant room, and prepare all kinds of medicinal materials in the warehouse." ”

"Master, why do you do this all of a sudden?"

"You'll know when the time comes. ”

After Lao Dao finished speaking, he got up and stood up, walked to the gate of the Taoist temple, opened the gate gently, and saw two teenagers climbing the steps and slowly walking towards the Taoist temple.

"Hey, boy, we're at the Towering Heaven!"

"Yes...... Really?"

Ling Yi looked up at the old Dao in front of him, his eyes closed, and he fainted directly.

The young man immediately said, "Daoist Qingxiao, please save him!"

"I already know everything. ”

Daoist Qingxiao nodded, turned back to the inside and shouted, "Xuan Zhen, Xuan Ming, you come and help, there are people injured here." ”

"Master, what's going on?", two Taoist boys ran over.

Qingxiao Dao Leader pointed at Ling Yi and said, "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and help him in, if you are one step too late, it will be dangerous!"

"Yes!"

Xuan Zhen and Xuan Ming didn't dare to slack off, and immediately helped Ling Yi in, and at this time, the young man sat directly on the ground, wiping his sweat: "Oh, I'm so tired, I'm almost tired!"

Qingxiao Daoist stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Master Fang, come and sit down first and have a cup of tea." ”

"Okay! It just so happens that Young Master Ben is thirsty!"

The boy immediately stood up, patted the dust off his buttocks, and swaggered into the towering temple.

At this time, Daoist Qingxiao had already entered a certain room in the Taoist temple and was concentrating on treating Ling Yi.

"Master, this benefactor looks very badly injured!", Xuan Ming frowned.

"That's right! This donor has encountered a catastrophe and suffered a lot of internal injuries, whether he can survive safely depends on his creation, disciples, you go out first, for the teacher to give him a piece of true qi first, and then treat his injuries, you must not disturb, go and entertain that Fang donor." ”

"Yes!", the three Taoist boys bowed and retired.

......

As night fell, menstruation hung high in the sky, and Daoist Qingxiao finally walked out of the room, and outside the gate, three Dao children were waiting with the young man surnamed Fang.

"Daoist Qingxiao, how is the situation?"

"Master Fang, please rest assured, his life is no longer in danger. ”

"That's good, if the kid dies, then won't I have to work in vain?", the young man surnamed Fang pouted and said.

"He needs to rest, don't bother, he'll be able to wake up tomorrow morning!"

"Good. Everyone nodded.

At the same time, in this room, Ling Yi was already asleep, and his face looked much better.

That night, Ling Yi had a dream that he was beaten into the river by a platoon on a stone bridge, and let the rushing river wash him away.

Then, with a little sense of survival, he endured severe pain and swam desperately to the shore, fortunately, the turbulent river suddenly set off a wave and pushed him directly to the shore, and then he lost consciousness.

Later, Ling Yi met a young man of the same age as himself and looked very delicate, and it was he who brought him to this strange place.

I don't know how long it took, Ling Yi finally woke up, the sun was shining outside the window, and it turned out that it had ushered in a new morning.

"Where is this?"

Ling Yi was very confused, recalled it carefully, and found that his mind was still blank, and he really had amnesia, but in a trance, some pictures would come to mind.

"Who the hell am I......"

Ling Yi muttered to himself, and just as he was about to get up, he felt a pain all over his body, so he had to lie back well.

At this time, the young man surnamed Fang entered the room, and when he saw that Ling Yi had woken up, his face was slightly happy: "Boy, are you awake?" I thought you were going to hang up, but you are also blessed with a great fate, and when you met me, it was the Qingxiao Daoist who saved your life. ”

"Qingxiao...... Taoist ...... Who is he? Do I know him?"

"He's your savior!", replied the young man surnamed Fang.

"Really, I really have to thank him, I thought I was going to die this time. Ling Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, another voice sounded: "It is enough for you to have this grateful heart, the old Tao is a monk, how can you see death and not save it? ”

Qingxiao Dao Chang walked in, stroked his beard, and smiled gently.

"Are you the Qingxiao Dao Master, thank you for saving your life, if I have a chance in the future, I will definitely repay you!", Ling Yi said gratefully.

"That's for later, I'll talk about it later. ”

Daoist Qingxiao didn't take it to heart, and said slowly: "You also want to thank this Fang donor, if you hadn't met him, you might not have seen today's sunshine." ”

"Thank you, ...... Fang"

"My name is Fang Lan. ”

"Young Master Fang Lan, thank you very much. Ling Yi clenched his fists with both hands.

"Forget it, since I met me, I can't die without help, boy, you owe me a favor, and you will have to pay it back in the future!" Fang Lan crossed his hands on his hips and raised his head.

"Definitely!", Ling Yi nodded solemnly.

"By the way, I don't know who your name is!"

"I had amnesia and couldn't remember anything. Ling Yi sighed.

Daoist Qingxiao pointed to Ling Yi's waist and said, "You have something on your waist that represents your identity. ”

"What?"

Ling Yi looked down at his waist and found that there was a piece of spirit pendant hanging from it, which had not been washed away by the river at that time.

One side of Ling Pei was engraved with the word "chess player", and the other side was engraved with two "Ling Yi", which made him suddenly remember that Yang Zhixian personally put it on for him in the holy temple.

"My name is ...... Ling Yi. ”

"Ling Yi, I think I've heard this name somewhere. ”

Fang Lan pondered for a moment, then looked at Ling Yi's chess suit again, and guessed: "Could it be Ling Yi, the head of Liang Guo's gold list?" ”

"I forgot too. Ling Yi spread his hands.

Qingxiao said: "Amnesia may not be a good thing for you now, you will slowly recall it in a few days, don't worry." ”

"Really?", Ling Yi was a little unconvinced.

"Of course it's true, the monks don't speak, so you can temporarily recuperate in the towering meditation for the next few days. ”

"Thank you, Chief. ”

"Master Fang, why don't you stay in the temple and take care of Lord Ling, although our towering temple is dilapidated, it will definitely not treat you badly, besides, I have no guests in the temple for a long time. ”

"Okay, anyway, Young Master Ben has nothing to do at the moment, so it's better to stay in the Towering Temple for a few days. Fang Lan couldn't refuse the kindness of Daoist Qingxiao, so he happily agreed.