My apprentice is by no means sick

Chapter 139 Stepping Stones

Suddenly, a little bit of dust fell from the sky, which was as beautiful as snowflakes.

Many people stretched out their hands to catch these fleeting stars, watching this scene in novelty.

Mu Qianying and Ling Kun thought it was part of the activities in the outer city, until those stars fell on them, and a familiar aura swept Ling Kun's body!

Fragment of law? !
wrong!

He has four finished products in his hand, and the precision of those few is simply a shoddy third-rate product compared to these.

Ling Kun and Mu Qianying looked at each other, and both could see the thoughts in each other's eyes.

Mu Qianying looked a little sullen, obviously dissatisfied that someone made trouble when they were dating.

There was a strange feeling in Ling Kun's heart, and all kinds of previous memories were drawn out, and he was also burning with anger.

Lan Ling had gathered up his spiritual power long ago and found a corner to hide.

Although these stardust were beautiful, they made her feel very uncomfortable.

Some people with higher cultivation bases also gradually noticed something was wrong.

Ling Kun's celestial power covered the town, preventing the stardust from falling.

Every particle of these stardust fell like a huge boulder, and even Ling Kun felt a little heavy unexpectedly.

He didn't want to be nosy, but he couldn't just watch so many people die here.

Xianli swayed for thousands of miles in the air, and when Ling Kun grasped the void in the palm of his hand, the rolled-out dough was sealed, and wrapped in all directions towards the center of the stardust.

The golden celestial power kept converging in the air, leaving a whole city of people staring at the sky dumbfounded.

Most people have only seen this kind of scene in their lives, and they still don't know what happened.

Shengdi also looked at the scene in the sky, and he took out a light gray stone and crushed it vigorously.

"Master, surprise!!!"

Ling Kun only felt a little dizzy for a moment, and Mu Qianying also felt dizzy for a while, but she soon recovered.

They looked around and found that the crowd in twos and threes had collapsed without warning.

Before Ling Kun could think more, he felt that the link to the immortal power in the sky was blocked!
No!The immortal power on his body is still outputting, but his perception has been paralyzed, and his immortal consciousness has been deprived!

He quickly looked at Mu Qianying beside him.

no one!

Turning around again, everyone in the lively venue just now disappeared.

Looking at the empty venue, Ling Kun was full of vigilance.

His consciousness couldn't be released, and his perception was also deprived. He didn't even realize that he was still standing.

Even if the hands and feet are moving, it seems that they are not their own, and they are out of control.

Ling Kun accidentally tripped over his other foot, staggered and fell to the ground.

But even if he fell, he didn't feel any pain.

What sorcery is this?
Ling Kun tried to break out of this state by breaking the illusion, but it was of no use.

His eyes gradually darkened, and finally he could see nothing.

Has even the last vision been taken away!

And just now Mu Qianying woke up with a flick of her forehead, and then Ling Kun suddenly fell down.

She hurriedly called Ling Kun, "Master! Master!"

But Ling Kun's consciousness didn't intend to wake up at all, but sank deeper and deeper.

It was useless for Mu Qianying to break through Ling Kun's consciousness, but there was no doubt that it was the fault of the stardust that came out.

She looked up, "disappeared!"

Those things were like they had never been there before.

Mu Qianying's face was gloomy, and an invisible wave of air set off a huge roar, sweeping across the entire town at high speed.

Shengdi was still watching the good show, but when he saw Mu Qianying's cold wind like a huge wave, he didn't dare to stay longer.

"Let's go, stay a few days and come to see my beloved Master!"

Yin Yunxuan and Shengdi's figures were erratic, and they escaped the wave created by Mu Qianying's consciousness at the last moment.

Mu Qianying felt the slightest trace of imperceptible aura, embroidered eyebrows furrowed, and the temperature around her plummeted.

"It's you again, Shengdi!"

Her voice was like frost in the twelfth lunar month, so cold that it made people shiver.

In her mother's memory, there was no solution to Ling Kun's current situation, so Mu Qianying could only worry about it.

Where is this?

Ling Kun looked at the hospital bed where he was lying, his hand was still on a drip, and his hair was shaved.

No part of his body was intact from the top to the bottom, and even if he moved, he felt that his bones were about to fall apart.

The headache was so severe that Ling Kun couldn't think about other things, but he always felt that he had forgotten something very important.

He stared at the ceiling fixedly, and there was no movement for a long time.

Not long after, when a nurse came in to change the bottle for Ling Kun, she was taken aback for a moment.

She looked at Ling Kun as if she had seen a ghost.

Ling Kun was a little confused, and wanted to ask something, but he felt that there was no moisture in his throat, and he was so soft that he couldn't even lift his tongue.

"Doctor! Doctor Chen! The vegetative state in Ward 311 has woken up!"

She suddenly ran out and called for the doctor in charge of Ling Kun to come over.

Ling Kun was completely unable to respond to this.

After a while, a white coat came over and did a full set of examinations on Ling Kun.

In addition to his body not moving for a long time and needing to get used to it, he was also given some water, and after some medicine was prescribed, there were various errand notifications.

Unfortunately, Ling Kun is now alone, and no one has come to see him.

He couldn't remember why he was here at all.

According to the doctor's description, he probably accidentally fell into the river and hit his head.

But Ling Kun was not interested in this kind of thing, he was more concerned about the memories that flashed in his mind.

Immortal?

"Sigh~"

Ling Kun suddenly covered his head. He always felt that the back of a silver-haired woman flashed in front of him. She was wearing an ancient costume and could not see her face clearly.

It took a long time to slow down.

According to Doctor Gu, Ling Kun has been in a coma for several years, and to be honest, they didn't expect Ling Kun to wake up.

how many years?
Ling Kun has no concept of this time, it seems like that, just sit in meditation and pass.

Thinking about it this way, his life is only a short hundred years, is it enough for him to meditate a few times?
Huh?
Why do you think so?
A hundred years is already a long life, but now Ling Kun thinks it is a short life.

Shaking his forehead to throw away the thoughts he shouldn't have, Ling Kun recalled the previous memories.

It's a little fuzzy, but I still remember some.

He seemed to have attended someone's funeral, and then he was beaten up and thrown out, and then he appeared here for some reason.

Who is it?

That person seemed important, as important as her.
Ling Kun rubbed his head, why did the silver-haired woman appear from the back again, and this time there was a woman in Tsing Yi next to her.

Taking a long breath, Ling Kun calmed down the complicated emotions in his heart, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Even in the middle of the night, I didn't feel sleepy at all.

puff~ puff~
Ling Kun's heart was beating violently, he didn't know what was going on, it seemed that a big hand was squeezing his heart all the time, making him a little out of breath.

It took a while for Ling Kun to feel better, and his mind cleared up a lot.

"Xinyue..."

He stretched out his hand, and what appeared in front of him was a girl with a gentle smile.

A trace of tears flowed from the corner of Ling Kun's eyes, he seemed to remember whose funeral he was attending...

At this time, Sheng Di was sitting on the grave of ten thousand immortals, looking at the sky that was always covered with dark clouds, his face full of melancholy.

"Master, that's something I prepared for you with great difficulty. I hope you won't forget your apprentice after you get this fruit..."

Unexpectedly, his face became more and more ferocious, and the melancholy painting style just now changed suddenly.

"Ha~ Master!
It should be used as a stepping stone for the disciple's goal, right?
Right?

Master! "

(End of this chapter)