Zhenren Huo Li said: "Your Majesty, the original plan of the Imperial Valley Martial Hall was to let Junior Brother Fire Dragon stay in the valley this time and prepare to succeed as the leader of the Martial Hall. After all, I am older. But, we just changed our minds and decided. It is better to let the fire dragon come into the world and continue to follow Your Majesty, your leader."
"Then it's good to have love. Only when my husband is here will I feel at ease."
Gongsun Ang said: "Your Majesty, Junior Brother Fire Dragon, although he is not a master of martial arts and martial arts, he can rely on his achievements in assisting your Majesty and his perfection in Taoism to try to become the guardian of the future."
This so-called Taoism. The Guardian also mentioned it. I don’t know what it does. It’s just a thought. “As long as Yuan Ji can stay by my side.”
Huo Li continued: "Your Majesty, Brother Gongsun, I have another suggestion. Since Lord Guardian has asked us to fully support Your Majesty, then I think we can let Gongsun Xiaochen follow Your Majesty and practice beside the leader. Maybe. Get twice the result with half the effort.”
"Gongsun Xiaochen is a descendant of Hall Master Gongsun."
Gongsun Ang said: "That's right, Your Majesty. Gongsun Xiaochen is my youngest grandson. He is just twenty years old this year. He has been practicing the way of celestial phenomena in the valley. He is considered the most outstanding warlock among the younger generation of the magic hall."
Huo Li praised: "Your Majesty, although Gongsun Xiaochen is young, he has amazing talent in astronomy. We all agree that Xiaochen is the best candidate for the future master of the art hall in our Imperial Valley."
The meaning of the two hall masters is very obvious. They hope that Yuan Ji and Gongsun Xiaochen can follow me as the leader. While assisting me, they can obtain the so-called Taoism and become candidates for future guardians.
"Okay." I said happily. "I never reject talents. Not to mention that I am the future master of the martial arts hall in the Valley of the Kings."
Gongsun Ang was very well-educated. Although he was happy in his heart, he still said calmly: "Then I'll thank you, Your Majesty."
Time passed quickly. As we talked, noon was already here.
Fang Chenyi, Lin Ying and others were worried about Fang Ling and came to the house on time. "Master, the time has come." Fang Chenyi whispered as soon as he entered the house.
"Well, Miss Lin, wake up Ling'er."
Lin Ying said "Yes". She came to Fang Ling's bed and said, "Sister Ling'er. Sister Ling'er."
As Lin Ying's voice sounded, Fang Chenyi and others felt nervous. They all opened their eyes wide and looked at the sleeping Fang Ling. After all, their experience last night was too magical for them. Gongsun Honghao’s trust. I don’t think there’s anything to be nervous about.
Just as the guardian said, Fang Ling slowly opened his eyes. Although his eyes were obviously tired and his spirit seemed listless, he woke up. After being in a coma for more than 20 days, Fang Ling finally woke up. .The living dead finally woke up.
The two great doctors Hua Yipin and Jiya looked at each other. They felt that fate was playing tricks on people. It was unbelievable. It could no longer be explained by common sense.
Seeing Fang Ling wake up, Fang Chenyi and others were relieved. However, I started to get nervous. Gongsun Honghao said that after Fang Ling wakes up, it is very likely that he will lose part of his memory. How much of this part will there be. But even the guardians don't know.
I called out softly: "Ling'er."
"Brother." Fang Ling called back. Then he said to Fang Chenyi: "Father, why are you here? Where are you? Who are these people?"
Lin Ying on the side said: "Sister Linger, look carefully. I am Lin Ying."
"Lin Ying." Fang Ling frowned. "I. Do I know you?"
Wen Zhang on the side was surprised and said: "Miss Fang, I am Wen Zhang. You don't even recognize me, right?"
"Wen Zhang. Who is Wen Zhang?"
Wen Zhang said anxiously: "Miss Fang, don't be joking. I am the young general Wen Zhang."
Everyone could see from Fang Ling's eyes that she clearly didn't know who Wen Zhang was. Wen Zhang and Lin Ying looked at each other in confusion when they saw that Fang Ling didn't seem to be joking.
"Brother, who are they? Why are there so many people here?" Fang Ling suddenly felt a pain in his brain. He frowned and slowly closed his eyes.
"Amnesia. After all, there are still sequelae." I sighed and thought to myself. Fortunately, Fang Ling still knew me and his father. I sat down by the bed, held Fang Ling's little hand and said, "Ling'er, they
They are all your friends. You are my best friend. Ling'er. Apart from your brother and your father, you don't know anyone else. This is Mr. Yuan. There are also Quan Yi, Xiu Yan, etc.
"
Fang Ling seemed to be thinking hard, but in the end he shook his head and said, "I don't know."
"You'd better go out first. I'll talk to Ling'er. Miss Lin, please go get a small bowl of gruel."
"Yes, young master."
After everyone left, I said, "Ling'er, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"Brother, I have a headache. I, I don't seem to remember anything. I only remember that you are my brother and father. You are the people closest to me. And I don't know anyone else. Even the past events are basically
I don’t remember.”
"Ling'er, don't worry. It will take some time to recover." I comforted. "The doctor said that after you have a serious illness, it will take time to recover your memory. Ling'er, think carefully about what you still remember.
Or feel some changes in the body."
Fang Lingdao: "I can feel the pulse flowing through the meridians in my body. By the way, I remembered. I know martial arts. But, who taught me martial arts."
I saw Fang Ling looking like he was thinking hard. I couldn't bear to say: "Ling'er, then don't think about it yet."
At this time, Lin Ying brought the gruel in and said, "Sir, let me feed sister Ling'er."
"No need." I took the porridge and said. "You should hurry up and go to the library to read the martial arts classics."
"Okay. If the young master needs something, just send someone to call me." After saying that, Lin Ying looked at Fang Ling again, turned around and left.
I blew on the porridge in the rice bowl and said, "Ling'er, eat first. After eating, I will slowly tell you a story." The porridge was just right hot, so I fed it in small spoonfuls.
Get up.
According to my judgment, Fang Ling's thinking stopped the moment Xiaoyao Pavilion collapsed. The last impression left in her mind was that of Fang Chenyi and me. So after she woke up, she only knew the two of us. And the pulse in her body
Still, it reminded her of the martial arts she had learned. As for the rest, she couldn't remember it at all.
After drinking a small bowl of gruel, Fang Ling's energy improved slightly. She leaned on the bedside and said, "Brother, tell me a story."
"Well, Ling'er, you haven't changed at all. You still like to listen to stories." I smiled and said. "Ling'er, this is the Valley of the Kings. It is also one of the most sacred places in the martial arts world. That day, I, you, and
Yuan from the Valley of the Kings
Mr. Ji, Wen Zhang, Shen Mo, Zhang Quanyi, and Tian Xiuyan set out from Lin'an City, the residence of the Song Dynasty, to Longhu Mountain in Jiangxi Province. They were going to watch a group of martial arts masters participate in the Longhu Mountain Discussion...
..”
"I don't remember anything at all. I only know that when the Xiaoyao Pavilion collapsed, I rushed into the pavilion. There were only you and my father in the pavilion."
"Ling'er. Just when you rushed in, the dragon's breath in my body, your father's inner breath, and Mr. Yuan Ji's inner breath happened to converge at one place. These three forces all hit you. Let you He suddenly passed out. Later, the Longhu Sect advocated that the Heavenly Master would give you a three-thousand-year-old ginseng that they had treasured for many years. Together with your father, Mr. Yuan and the Taoist Master, three masters in the world would take turns to input your internal energy. And Zhang With the help of Quan Yi, Tian Xiuyan and others, we sent you to the Valley of the Kings. When passing by the hot spring village in front of the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum, we met Jiya, the Mongolian miracle doctor. Finally, Jiya and Hua Yipin, the two miracle doctors, joined forces to treat the disease. You heal."
"Brother, I vaguely remember that there was another old man healing my injuries."
"Well, Jiya and Hua Yipin can't do anything about your symptoms. Early this morning, Gongsun Honghao, the guardian of the Han people, personally took action to cure you."
"What is a guardian?"
"I will tell you this slowly later. Ling'er. You said you felt something when the guardian was healing you."
"Well, although I can't see it, I can feel it. The guardian has opened up all the meridians in my head. Every time a point is opened, I can wake up a little bit. The senior guardian kept talking in my ear. Relax Shenting acupoint, relax Yintang acupoint, condense Qi at Fengfu acupoint, disperse Qi at Yamen acupoint, etc. After listening to it, I couldn’t help but follow the guardian’s instructions and started doing it. Then, I could feel the consciousness in my brain. I recovered bit by bit. Although I can't remember what happened before, my consciousness is no longer chaotic. When I was completely awake, the guardian also injected a force into my body, making the pulse in my body purer."
"Perhaps the guardian has changed your veins for you. This should be a good thing. After you recover tomorrow, we will go ask your father together."
"Well, brother, what about before we get to Longhu Mountain?"
"Well, it's a long story. Ling'er, please take a rest first. I'll tell you again after you get some sleep."
"No, brother, just tell me now."
"Okay, okay. About two years ago, one day, Mr. Yuan, Shen Mo, and another friend named Lan Yu and I went to the Lingyin Temple area in Lin'an. We met for the first time at the Yuewang Temple. I love you..." As the story unfolded, my thoughts also traveled back to the Yuewang Temple two years ago.
Not long after I spoke, I saw Fang Ling's eyes gradually closing. I knew that her physical strength had not yet fully recovered, so I changed her tune and sang to the tune of a lullaby.
I sat on the edge of the bed and silently looked at Fang Ling who was sleeping soundly. But I thought of Le Lingshan unknowingly.
I remember that every time after watching a horror movie or a horror novel, Le Lingshan would ask me to sit by the bed and watch her fall asleep. It seemed that only in this way, she would not be afraid of those horrific scenes. I had left the original world. It has been two years. Is Le Lingshan still reading those horror novels? If she is still reading, will she still be afraid?
I couldn't help but sigh and thought, "In the Hall of Acceptance, why didn't I ask Gongsun Honghao if he knew the way back through time?"