When Linghu Heng woke up, he found himself lying on a wooden bed. He was about to struggle, but he was in unbearable pain all over his body and couldn't help but groan.
Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door. Linghu Heng was lying on the bed. The first thing he saw was a pair of exquisite embroidered shoes. Linghu Heng knew that the person who came was a woman. He looked up and was shocked: "
Shuang'er?"
Isn't the person coming here none other than Yang Zhishuang? Her face is as beautiful as a fairy, with an expression as cold as ice as always, and a sense of disgust condensed between her brows. Unfortunately, Linghu Heng didn't notice it. He only had one thought in his mind at this time:
"You can't find anything even after wearing iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get here! Shuang'er, I finally found you!"
Yang Zhishuang said coldly: "Master, please be careful. There is only Ruo Yan here, not Shuang'er. If you do anything again, I will throw you out of Shuitian Pavilion!"
Linghu Heng was stunned: "Shuang'er, look who I am? I am Linghu Heng, have you forgotten?"
A woman who looked exactly like Yang Zhishuang said coldly: "I'll say it again, there is only Ruo Yan here, there is no Shuang'er! Put the medicine here, you can take it yourself." After that, Ruo Yan walked out of the room.
Linghu Heng stared blankly at her graceful back, unable to believe what he saw. He forgot about the pain all over his body and just thought blindly: "Why does she deny me and refuse to forgive me? Could it be that she
Have you forgotten everything? How could she forget me, how could she forget everything before!"
I don't know how long it took, but the sound of footsteps came again, and Linghu Heng came back to his senses. He was expecting it to be Yang Zhishuang, but he was a little afraid. He still can't believe that everything in front of him is real.
The person who came in was Yang Zhishuang, but she didn't look good: "Why don't you drink the medicine? Do you want me to cook it again?"
Linghu Heng saw that there was no expression in her words, and the thing he was most worried about happened. If there was a girl who looked similar to Yang Zhishuang in the world, Linghu Heng believed that there might be; but overseas, in a deserted place, actually
There will be girls who look exactly the same. It is definitely not such a coincidence!
What happened to make Yang Zhishuang forget everything in the past?
Linghu Heng asked tentatively: "Miss Ruo Yan, is this Shuitian Pavilion?"
Yang Zhishuang nodded but said nothing. Linghu Heng continued to ask: "How long have you been here?"
Yang Zhishuang frowned and said: "It's been four years, please drink the medicine. I'm going to report to Master that you are awake. When you are healed, you can go down the mountain. Shuitian Pavilion is not allowed."
There are men who live there permanently.”
Linghu Heng could only hear the first few sentences, and his head buzzed, and he thought to himself: "She is Shuang'er! Four years, wasn't it four years since Shuang'er ran away from home? But why did she forget all the past events?
Yeah? Something must have happened in the meantime, otherwise she wouldn’t have forgotten me!”
"But how do I make her remember the past?"
Linghu Heng thought distressedly while drinking the medicine. The medicine was mixed and boiled with unknown ingredients, and it was so bitter that it was difficult to eat. However, Linghu Heng didn't notice it at all, and instead he was thinking hard about countermeasures.
Unknowingly, after finishing a large bowl of dark medicinal soup, Yang Zhishuang handed over a candied fruit and said, "Don't you feel the bitterness? When I drank this medicine, I cried."
Linghu Heng was startled and said, "Have you drank it too?"
Yang Zhishuang said: "Yes, Master is one of the few saints in the world today. His ability to save lives and heal the wounded is unparalleled. But she is obsessed with heaven and rarely appears in the mortal world. She said she was almost the same as you when she saved me."
Linghu Heng then noticed that Yang Zhishuang's cultivation had actually reached the Mahayana stage, which was not much inferior to him. What was going on? Could it be that Yang Zhishuang's master was really an expert in this world?
Linghu Heng asked tentatively: "Miss Ruo Yan, can you help me introduce your master? I would like to thank you in person."
At this time, a slightly older voice came from outside the door: "No need, I'm already here. Young hero, your physical fitness is unique to me, and your recovery speed is second to none in the world."
While they were talking, an old woman appeared in the room with a cane. Although she had silver hair, her face had no wrinkles. Instead, she had a ruddy look that rejuvenated her youth. With Linghu Heng's cultivation, he could not see through her depth.
Of course Linghu Heng knew that this man was a master in the world. Regardless of the physical pain, he bowed and said: "Thank you for helping me, senior. I will be very grateful. I will repay you with a spring of water!"
The old woman smiled kindly: "Young knight, there is no need to be polite, saving lives and healing the wounded is what we must do. But young knight, why do you want to fly with your sword when the strong wind blows? You know, this strong wind is the most vicious in the world.
Wind, on the surface, looks like an ordinary hurricane, but it can kill immortal cultivators. On the contrary, mortals are not harmed."
Linghu Heng was taken aback and said: "So that's it. No wonder the wind got stronger and stronger, and I almost died."
The old woman sighed and said: "If it weren't for this wind, all overseas would have been plundered by immortal cultivators. But young hero, you are so perseverant that you can hold on for such a long time. However, if you hadn't bumped into Yingzhou, I wouldn't have dared to
Rescue me. Speaking of which, the young hero is very lucky. But I don’t know why the young hero went to sea. Most people don’t dare to go so far from the shore."
Linghu Heng looked at Yang Zhishuang on the side, but hesitated to speak. The old woman had lived a long time, how could she not see the mystery of the period? She immediately ordered: "Ruo Yan, go to the alchemy room and get a piece of purple gold."
Give the pill to the young hero."
Yang Zhishuang did not doubt that he was there, so she walked out of the room. The old woman looked at Linghu Heng and asked doubtfully: "Does the young hero know Ruo Yan?"
Linghu Heng asked back: "I wonder how senior met Miss Ruo Yan?"
A trace of unhappiness flashed in the old woman's eyes, but she quickly hid it and said: "Similar to what happened to the young hero, Ruo Yan also encountered Shuofeng, but her physique was not as good as yours, and her head hit a rock. Although she was saved by the old man,
I came back, but I forgot everything about the past. Seeing that she has a talent that is rare to see in a thousand years, I had the idea of accepting a disciple. I wonder if the young hero recognizes Ruo Yan?"
Linghu Hengxin said: "As expected!"
He immediately said: "To be honest, I went to sea this time just to find her."
The old woman was surprised: "Seriously?"
Linghu Heng sighed: "Unexpectedly, when we met, she seemed to have forgotten me. I almost wanted to die."
The old woman frowned and said, "What happened in the meantime that caused you to go overseas four years apart?"
Linghu Heng said: "This is a long story. It needs to start from..." Just as he was about to continue, the old woman whispered: "Silence, Ruo Yan is here."
As expected, not long after, a burst of light footsteps came, and Linghu Heng was surprised again: "This old woman's cultivation is simply astonishing. She can actually know it from such a distance. Could it be said that her spiritual knowledge
How many miles in radius has it expanded? Isn’t it already an immortal? Why is it still here?”
Yang Zhishuang came in from outside the room with a small porcelain vase in her hand and said, "Master, the Purple Gold Pill is here."
The old woman said to her kindly: "Ruo Yan, you have taken care of Young Hero Linghu these days. Thank you for your hard work. Now go and finish your homework for today. Don't delay yourself."
Yang Zhishuang placed the Purple Gold Pill on a simple table and said respectfully to the old woman: "Yes, Master."
Linghu Heng looked at all this with mixed feelings in his heart, but he was more grateful to the old woman. If she hadn't come to help, I'm afraid neither Yang Zhishuang nor himself would have been able to escape the disaster. (To be continued)