After losing his memory, he was with his old enemy

"Sacred weapon... can't be used as long as you recognize the master?" Qi Ling asked.

"Do you think anyone can become the master of the artifact?" Wu Nong glanced at him and said, "Since Song Ruoqing, no one has been able to make the artifact recognize him as the master."

Qi Ling was a little surprised, he always thought it was just a coincidence that the artifact recognized him as the master, pointing at himself: "Then I..."

"Don't think too much about it." Wu Nong interrupted him, and put some vegetables into his bowl, "The artifact recognizes you as the master, so just bear with it, and don't think about what you have."

"..." Qi Ling thought to himself that he hadn't started to think about anything yet, so Wu Nong's reaction was a little too radical.

"Then since it's so difficult to recognize the owner of the artifact, then why did Dean Song want me to be on guard?" Qi Ling said, "Even if those people have other plans for the Liuli Bow, if the Liuli Bow doesn't recognize the owner, it's useless for them to get it. Ah...don't overcook it."

When Qi Ling said this, if he didn't pay attention, the vegetables Wu Nong picked up for him were already taller than the side of the bowl.

Wu Nong put down his chopsticks, and said coldly, "How could you not be able to finish eating? As a man, how can you eat less than a woman?"

"..." Qi Ling had no intention of arguing with Wu Nong about the amount of food. He moved his chopsticks, eating, and didn't know where he was going.

Song Ruoqing's name made it difficult for him not to care.

After Wu Nong left, the sky became dark. Qi Ling lay on the bed alone and thought for a long time, but he couldn't remember where he had heard the name Song Ruoqing.

"What is he hiding from me..." Qi Ling recalled Wu Nong's reaction when he heard Song Ruoqing's name, he looked like he knew Song Ruoqing, or had some relationship with her.

"Song Ruoqing, not many people know this name."

Hearing Ji Ze's voice, Qi Ling immediately recovered and sat up, "You know?"

"Naturally." Ji Ze didn't hide anything, "I've seen her before."

You have seen it too.

However, Ji Ze didn't say the second half of the sentence, instead he made a sarcasm: "He's hiding it from you, but you still believe him?"

Naturally, Qi Ling wouldn't be angry because Wu Nong didn't tell him all about Song Ruoqing, and there must be some reason why Wu Nong kept it from him.

Qi Ling chuckled lightly: "Listening to what you said, wouldn't you keep it from me?"

Ji Ze didn't say anything, and after a long silence, he suddenly shouted: "Qi Ling!"

"...Ji Ze." Qi Ling followed the source of the voice, only to see the empty inner room, "Thank you for the Xuanji fan."

Ever since he re-sealed the Xuanji Fan, Qi Ling tried to talk to Ji Ze. He knew that Ji Ze was always by his side, but no matter how he called him, Ji Ze would not speak.

He was worried about whether Ji Ze was injured by suppressing the dead soul of Xuanji Fan.

Now that Ji Ze is finally willing to show up, he naturally wants to apologize.

Ji Ze didn't care about the apology, and sneered, "No, why is it Qi Ling? You've always been like this, you're determined to go your own way, and you don't care about anything else in order to achieve your goal."

Qi Ling laughed dryly: "There's no need to call me so bad... I don't remember anything now."

"Ji Ze, can you tell me more about my past?" Qi Ling decided to be ashamed again. After all, Ji Ze seems to know his past well, "You can choose what you want to talk about. If you don't know what to say What, you can... tell me what I used to do, I know it's definitely not a foreigner."

"..." Ji Zemo was silent for a while, maybe he was rolling his eyes at Qi Ling, and said coldly, "You have a good idea!"

Qi Ling: "Oh..."

He was not surprised by this result, after all, he owed Ji Ze before, and he was kind to him if he was willing to tell him.

"Why did you come out again suddenly?" Qi Ling didn't want to stay alone in the room and get bored, so he quickly started another topic when he saw the end of a topic: "Is it because I heard Song Ruoqing?"

Ji Ze: "Yes."

Qi Ling changed into a comfortable sitting position, and said with a smile: "Then tell me, I'll listen."

"..." Ji Ze said: "You may not be happy to hear all the words. That person has his reason to hide it."

The "that person" he mentioned refers to Wu Nong, Qi Ling restrained his smile, bowed his head and said: "Then you... choose what you want to talk about."

In the end, both of them were still hiding something from him.

"The reason why Song Ruoqing can recognize the owner of the artifact is because of the blood in her body." Ji Ze said: "The world competes for her not because of the artifact, but because of the blood in her body."

"There is a secret art of blood exchange in the world. It has been lost for many years, and it reappeared after Song Ruoqing appeared. People at that time said that it was God's will. They said that this artifact should not be used by a mere girl, but a person with high morals and good character should be chosen. An excellent man to choose as the master of the artifact."

Qi Ling: "Who did you choose?"

"There is no one to choose." Ji Ze said: "The artifact contains powerful spiritual power. With Song Ruoqing having the artifact, those righteous people unite and agree to wait until Song Ruoqing gets it before deciding on a replacement."

"...The righteous people are from the Linyang sect?" Qi Ling unconsciously clenched his fingers, and said, "For Song Ruoqing's blood, they actually..."

"There are Linyang sects, and there are other sects." Ji Ze continued: "Those people claim to be righteous, but in fact they are the most dirty."

For the immediate benefit, they can also resort to indiscriminate methods.

Qiling...

So you left the human world later because you hated the human world?

But no matter what, you betrayed me after all.

The medicine Wu Nong sent was very effective, and within three days, the injury on Qi Ling's foot had healed.

According to what was agreed earlier, Wu Nong will teach Qi Ling spells.The place the two of them went to was relatively remote. On weekdays, disciples would go to a special venue for cultivation, and almost no one came back here.

Surrounded by grass and shrubs, Wu Nong said that his spells are quite special and should not be seen by others.

Qi Ling thought to himself that you can teach me ordinary Linyang School spells, but thinking that Wu Nong himself is not a Linyang School foreigner, maybe he actually doesn't know any of it.

It might as well be self-taught.

Wu Nong learned half of his spells from Qi Ling, and now he teaches them in turn, which is actually very simple for Qi Ling.

Although it seemed like he was accepting new knowledge when he was learning, he had learned it before. He only practiced it a few times, and he quickly mastered the skills of spiritual power operation.

Qi Ling was also surprised by this.

He often saw Wu Nong use thin thread, but he never thought that one day he would use it as a weapon.

In the first few days, Qi Ling didn't control his strength when pouring spiritual power into the thin thread, and often cut his hands.Wu Nong gave him medicine, and the medicine used was better than the one used in Qianhe Mountain before.

Seeing Wu Nong giving him medicine every day, he couldn't help thinking that such good medicine was not really needed.

It's just a skin trauma, you can use ordinary medicine.

The medicine he gave looked quite expensive.

Qi Ling looked at Wu Nong's earnestness in administering the medicine to him, once he dared to raise his mouth, but he stared back fiercely.

"..." Qi Ling sighed in his heart: Forget it, Wu Nong's money is all blown by the wind.

Anyway, he is the one who suffers less, so why talk so much and scold him?

During the day, Qi Ling and Wu Nong learn spells, and at night when he returns home, he secretly reads the book given to him by his master.

The spells in that book seemed to belong to the Linyang school, but after being thrown on the ground by Wu Neng, Qi Ling picked it up and looked at it carefully, and found that it was actually about the Xuanji fan.

The book was written by hand. He thought it was written by his master, but after thinking about it later, he felt that it was wrong.

Master is not the owner of Xuanji Fan, how could he have such a clear understanding of Xuanji Fan?

Qi Ling thought of Song Ruoqing.

Ji Ze once showed him the scene when they met for the first time, in which he was only ten years old, chasing the mysterious fan and saw Ji Ze who was still a beggar, at that time he asked Ji Ze: This fan is clearly Only mother and I can open it, why can you open him?

"Mother..."

Qi Ling muttered this address unconsciously, suddenly his head shook, and he felt a huge dull pain.

The book fell to the ground with a loud crash, Qi Ling squatted on the ground with the support of the bed, his red eyes stared straight at the page in the book - the trace on it was no longer a spell, but a painting .

It is exactly the same as the painting on the Xuanji fan.

"A Ling wake up."

"A Ling."

"A Ling!"

Qi Ling opened his eyes immediately, but what he saw was another room with a figure.

He was dazed, feeling dizzy and throbbing, and blinked several times before he could see the person in front of him clearly.

"A Ling woke up, does your head still hurt?" The woman sat beside his bed, bent over and wiped his forehead.

Qi Ling felt uncomfortable, but he still shook his head and tried to get up.

The woman immediately helped him up, "A Ling got up and drank the medicine."

Qi Ling took a rough look at the woman in front of him, she was only wearing a gray plain dress, and her makeup was light, but the aura exuding from her whole body was far more than her attire, she felt more like a young lady from some family.

The woman brought the medicine in front of him, Qi Ling reluctantly stretched out his hand to take it, seeing his shrinking hand, he was stunned for a moment.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that he refused to take the medicine bowl, the woman said, "Mother knows that you don't like to drink medicine, so she shouldn't lose your temper with you. Is that man called Ji Ze? You drink the medicine obediently, and I will let you drink it." Go see him."

Qi Ling raised his eyes and fixedly looked at the woman.

She said Ji Ze?

"Ah Ruo." A woman came in from outside the house with a basket in her hand. He glanced at Qi Ling and said with a smile, "Ah Ling woke up. It just so happened that Aunt Mei brought you some food, so you have to make up for it." , This body is so thin that I fainted."

"Aunt Mei, why is Ah Ling so thin?" The woman lightly pinched the flesh on Qi Ling's face, and said, "Look at this face, it's not because you're hungry when you faint. It's because he's not good, he should be beaten. "

Qi Ling touched his pinched face and thought: My head still hurts.

"You're still a child, why are you so strict?" Aunt Mei walked to the table and didn't come over to look at Qi Ling: "I still have something to do, so I put this thing on the table for you... Yo, Ah Ruo, it's not me Speaking of you, nothing can stop you from writing a book, the child is still in a coma, and you have the heart to write a book?"

Aunt Mei took a few glances at the book on the table. She was illiterate, and she didn't pretend to be a literati and continued to read it. She was about to leave as soon as it was put away: "Ah, if you listen to me, don't beat the child, it's just worn out. A piece of clothing, children like to play, it's normal."

The woman never smiled, but she was not indifferent, "I see, Aunt Mei." After saying that, she immediately got up to collect the papers on the table.

Qi Ling looked sideways, and his eyes kept falling on the woman who was changed to A Ruo.

Ah Ruo, Song Ruoqing.

Is... his mother?