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"I still have things to do, I don't have time to stay longer. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoし" Feng Jian said to the old man expressionlessly.

The old man shook his head with a light smile, and continued: "I am a doctor, I know your body, if you don't recuperate well, it will leave sequelae, your chest is pierced by a sharp blade, although it does not hurt the heart, but the body's vitality is greatly damaged, if you don't replenish the vitality, it will affect your strength in the future, if it is serious, your strength will always stay at your current level." ”

Hearing the old man's words, Feng Jian couldn't help but widen his eyes, staring at the old man intently, he didn't know whether what the old man said was true or false, but looking at his expression, it didn't look like he was lying.

"From the time I saw you in the rain, I knew that you must have experienced something, but no matter what you encountered, you still have a long way to go, take a good rest, take care of your body, I will not stop you from doing anything. ”

The old man said to Feng Jian gently, seeing that Feng Jian's age was only thirteen or fourteen years old, but he was so seriously injured, I really didn't know what happened to this young man, and the old man was a little sympathetic to Feng Jian.

Feng Jian stood in place and thought about it for a long time, finally, he still decided to listen to the old man's words, take care of his body, he still has revenge, he still has a lot of things to do, these are inseparable from strength, and he does not dare to take the slightest risk.

If he wants to become stronger, it is necessary, there is no room for turnback!

Feng Jian nodded lightly, then did not speak, went straight back to the bed, and continued to lie on the bed, his eyes staring at the roof, his thoughts a little wandering.

Ling'er finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Feng Jian finally obediently returned to bed.

"Ling'er, you take good care of him, I still have some things. With that, the old man turned and walked towards the door.

"Grandpa, why are you going?" Ling'er asked with curiosity as she looked at the old man with her big smart eyes.

"The daughter of the sect master of the Qingying Sect has had a chronic illness since she was a child, and now she is terminally ill, in fact, when I heard the news they said, I knew that there was nothing I could do about it, but I still had to go and see. He touched the beard on his chin and said lightly.

Immediately, he left, and there were only two people left in this room, Ling'er and Feng Jian, Feng Jian was stunned, and Ling'er was standing far away from the bed, she was a little afraid of Feng Jian from her heart, she felt that Feng Jian was very indifferent.

"You, what's your name?" Ling'er couldn't help it, she was already lively and active, but she was forced to let her accompany a wooden man, she felt uncomfortable all over her body, even if she was talking.

"Feng Jian!" Hearing Ling'er's words, Feng Jian didn't turn his head, and said his name expressionlessly.

"Why are you so badly injured? It was raining so heavily that day, if we hadn't found it in time, I'm afraid you would be in danger!" Ling'er had a lot of questions in her heart to ask this young man of unknown origin.

Hearing Ling'er's question, Feng Jian's right hand couldn't help but tremble slightly, his eyes began to change slightly, his fists were clenched, and a strong hatred filled his heart.

He didn't speak, he didn't answer Ling'er's question, his eyes stared at the roof.

Ling'er, who waited for a long time without answering, couldn't help but feel a little bored, she felt that Feng Jian was a big ice cube, cold and unapproachable.

"Where is this?"

Just when Ling'er was secretly slandering Feng Jian in her heart, Feng Jian suddenly turned his head to look at Ling'er and asked a question indifferently.

Ling'er was taken aback by Feng Jian, a small heart almost flew out, she looked at Feng Jian with a little weakness, she didn't dare to hesitate, and told Feng Jian directly: "The small village on the border of the Qingying Empire here, my grandfather and I live here. ”

"Qing Ying Empire?" Feng Jian was extremely unfamiliar with this name, he had never known this place, and he didn't even know how he came here.

"Well, the Blue Immortal Empire. Ling'er nodded and said seriously.

Feng Jian felt that the word Qing Ming was somewhat familiar, but he didn't know where he had heard it, and after a while, he shook his head, these are not important, the most important thing now is to take care of his body.

Thinking of this, Feng Jian sat up cross-legged, the exercises toured Zhou Tian, and began to restore the aura in the body, the most important thing is to nourish the injuries inside the body, the aura of heaven and earth has a certain healing ability, and the exercises tour around the body, which can slightly improve the injuries in the body.

In this way, Ling'er stood on the side, Feng Jian sat on the bed, and the two of them were speechless to each other.

After about half an hour, Feng Jian felt that the depleted spiritual power in his body had recovered, but his body could no longer hold more spiritual energy.

This made Feng Jian couldn't help frowning, his strength at his peak should be far more than that, why can't it be accommodated just to this extent?

Suddenly, what the old man had just said appeared in Feng Jian's mind: "Your body, if you don't recuperate well, I'm afraid there will be great sequelae in the future, and you may even have no strength to enter the realm for the rest of your life." ”

Could it be that the injuries in my body are too serious? Coupled with the backlash of the Immortal Slashing and the Family Forbidden Law, my strength has regressed?

Feng Jian's eyebrows furrowed, this is not good news.

It is equivalent to saying that although Feng Jian's current level is still the seventh order, the strength he can really exert is only the fourth order at most, or even weaker.

How could he endure this kind of thing, he suddenly felt extremely irritable, and kept trying to continue to absorb the aura, but his body was like a vat full of water, no matter how hard he tried, how much he imposed, how much overflowed, there was no improvement at all.

Finally, Feng Jian gave up, he opened his eyes, slowly lowered his hands, the only thing that made him happy was that his body had recovered a lot, and his chest, which had been aching faintly, had been much better, as long as the wound was not involved, he could no longer feel the pain.

Feng Jian turned his head and looked to the side, only to see that Ling'er had fallen asleep on the table at some point, his face turned to Feng Jian, and there was still a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't know what sorrow was.

The corners of Feng Jian's mouth twitched slightly, picked up the long shirt on the bed, and gently covered Ling'er's body.

However, this slight movement still woke up Ling'er, a pair of smart big eyes slowly opened, and the worried eyes instantly regained their brilliance, which was very attractive.

Suddenly, those eyes widened suddenly, as she saw Feng Jian standing in front of her, a hand reaching out to her side.

"You, what are you doing?" Ling'er sat up straight suddenly, looking at Feng Jian with a wary face, with a hint of trepidation in his eyes.

Feng Jian saw that Ling'er was awake, and the hand that originally wanted to help her approve the clothes was also taken back, and he directly put the long shirt on his body, ignoring Ling'er's questioning, and turned around and walked directly towards the outside of the house.

Seeing the clothes in Feng Jian's hand, Ling'er seemed to understand something, and couldn't help but stick out her tongue in some shame, it seemed that she had misunderstood the other party.

"Are you going out?" Ling'er trotted a few steps and caught up with Feng Jian, she was like a happy bird, carefree.

"Hmm. Feng Jian nodded lightly and didn't say anything.

"I'll take you, there are still a lot of martial arts cultivators in the village, maybe you can get to know each other and learn about your strength, by the way, how strong is your strength?" Ling'er asked curiously.

Feng Jian still walked forward, ignoring Ling'er's question, but after walking for a while, he suddenly stopped, turned his head to Ling'er and asked, "There are people who cultivate martial arts here?"

"yes, what's wrong?" A pair of big smart eyes looked at Feng Jian, not knowing why he suddenly asked this.

"Then is there a martial arts training ground here?" Feng Jian asked again.

"Yes, but it's just an empty space. Most of the martial arts cultivators in the village exercised there. Ling'er told Feng Jian truthfully, but there was nothing to hide.

"Take me to see it. ”

"Okay. Ling'er took the lead in front of Feng Jian and led the way for Feng Jian.

It was only at this time that Feng Jian had time to take a closer look at the village, which looked remote, and there were only a few dozen houses densely placed next to each other, but the environment here was indeed excellent.

In front of the village is an incomparably clear lake, the water that the people in the village eat is picked from it, and the fish in it can even be clearly seen, and the stones at the bottom of the lake are colorful, and there are all kinds of colors.

Passing by one house after another, there are people chatting in front of each house, adults laughing and laughing, children are naughty and cute, and there is no sorrow or vicissitudes on their faces.

Here, it's really good.

Feng Jian couldn't help but nodded, what he longed for most was such a life, his former wish was to let the family live a life without sorrow and no longer worry, that is, like here.

I don't know how long it took to walk, Ling'er finally stopped, pointed to the noisy square in front of her, and said to Feng Jian: "This is the martial arts training ground!"

"Drink ~ Ha ......"

Before arriving at the martial arts training ground, countless sounds had already been heard, metal collisions, angry shouts, and extremely noisy.

As if seeing a familiar figure, Ling'er ran over excitedly, and when she saw Ling'er taking the lead in walking towards the martial arts training ground, Feng Jian also lifted her footsteps and walked over together.

"Brother Mu Chen, Brother Haotian, you are all here!"

Ling'er seemed to be a little surprised, looking at the two teenagers sitting quietly in the square, and sure enough, hearing Ling'er's voice, the two teenagers opened their eyes, and a gentle smile appeared on their faces at the same time.

"Well, the sect is fine these days, let's come back and take a look. Mu Chen said with a light smile, a rare doting look appeared in his eyes.

"Long time no see, Ling'er, do you miss me?" A hearty laugh sounded, and the young man named Haotian walked over laughing, stretched out his right hand, touched Ling'er's head, and said to Ling'er jokingly.

There were other teenagers around, and at this time, they all forgot to continue cultivating, and couldn't help but turn their gaze to these three people.

Mu Chen and Haotian have never talked much, and they have been quietly cross-legged in the martial arts training field for half a day, but their attitude towards Ling'er can't help but surprise them a little.

At this time, Feng Jian also slowly walked to the martial arts training ground, everyone's eyes were attracted by him, their village is not big, almost all their peers know each other, Feng Jian's sudden appearance made them a little puzzled, they don't know when there is a strange teenager in the village.

"Ling'er, who is he?" Mu Chen asked with some curiosity, and at the same time couldn't help but look Feng Jian up and down.

"Who are you, why are you here?" Before Ling'er could answer Mu Chen, Haotian had already asked Feng Jianning, his tone was very unkind.

Feng Jian couldn't help but be a little surprised, he didn't offend this person.

"His name is Feng Jian, and because of a coincidence, he was brought back here by me and my grandfather, Brother Haotian, your personality is still so irritable. Ling'er couldn't help but pout, and blamed Haotian with some complaints.

Realizing that Ling'er was a little unhappy, Haotian's eyebrows not only did not loosen, but wrinkled tighter, he had no good impression of Feng Jian because Feng Jian came with Ling'er, so the more Ling'er protected him, the more uncomfortable Haotian felt.

However, because of Ling'er's face, Haotian was not good at attacking, glanced at Feng Jian coldly, and then turned his gaze and ignored him.

The Feng family didn't take it to heart at all, and from beginning to end, he didn't say a word.

"Hello, my name is Mu Chen, it's the first time we meet, please advise!" Mu Chen stood up from the ground, still with a gentle smile, and greeted Feng Jian politely, he was not as unreasonable as Haotian.

"Feng Jian, please advise!" Feng Jian cherished the words like gold, replied lightly, and then did not speak again.

Through Feng Jian's observation, the people here are led by Mu Chen and Haotian, who are the strongest, and the others are much worse, and the strongest is not the strength of the second order of the general.

Mu Chen and Haotian looked like they were not much bigger than Feng Jian, but the strength of the two of them had far surpassed Feng Jian, and Feng Jian's strength had regressed a little because of his body, which made Haotian can't help but feel a little contempt.

After a short exchange, Mu Chen and Haotian continued to return to their original places and sat cross-legged, leaving Feng Jian and Ling'er standing on the edge of the martial arts training ground.

"These two people are the pride of our village, they were directly accepted by the most powerful sect of the Qingying Empire at the age of nine, and became the descendants of the two most powerful elders, and some people have said that the achievements of Brother Haotian and Brother Mu Chen will be immeasurable. ”

"How old are they?" Feng Jian turned his head to look at the two of them, but asked Ling'er instead.

"Brother Mu Chen is fifteen years old, and Brother Haotian is one month younger than Brother Mu Chen, and he is also fifteen years old. Ling'er seemed to know the two of them very well, and replied to Feng Jian without thinking about it.

Fifteen years old?

At the age of fifteen, he is already the strength of the third order of the king rank, and the name of genius is indeed well deserved.

Feng Jian nodded secretly, didn't say anything more, retracted his gaze, and one more thing made him a little curious, that is, the word Qing Ming made him feel very familiar, where he heard it, but he couldn't remember anything.

Although Haotian and Mu Chen's talents are very high, Feng Jian doesn't have much feeling, he has self-confidence, as long as his strength recovers, he will be able to break through the first order again, then he will also be the existence of the eighth order, and he will be one step closer to the king rank.

He didn't need to envy the other party's strength at all, and when it came to a real fight, Feng Jian didn't think he would lose to them.

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