Chapter 1968
1968 It was actually him in 1969
Ling Chuxi and the others looked at each other, their expressions even more confused than his.
“Good kill, good kill. If these demonic beasts were allowed to invade the various countries, it would definitely bring disaster. I wonder who killed them. I have to go and thank him properly.” The old man laughed.
This time, Ling Chuxi and the rest finally reacted. Although this old man’s cultivation was terrifying, his mind seemed to be a little abnormal. However, to be able to cultivate to such a level, how could he be mentally abnormal?
“Senior, it was you who killed them, have you forgotten?” Ling Chuxi reminded him in a low voice.
“Me? When did that happen? how could I have forgotten?” The old man looked at Ling Chuxi, then at the demonic beast on the ground, and asked doubtfully.
“It’s about what happened just now. ” Said Ling Chuxi as she looked at the old man sympathetically. The blood of those demonic beasts hadn’t even dried yet, so when could it have happened? It seemed that the old man’s amnesia was very serious.
“What happened just now, what happened just now … No, my brain is getting worse and worse. I have to think about it.” The old man patted his forehead and said in distress.
“Senior, I happen to have some medical skills. Why don’t I take a look for you?” Said Ling Chuxi as she stepped forward.
“Don’t come over, don’t come over. ” The old man looked at Ling Chuxi warily and took a step back.
“Master!” At that moment, Ling Yichen suddenly stepped forward and looked at the old man in disbelief, his eyes glistening with tears.
When his master left more than ten years ago, he was still a child. In his memory, his master was quiet, free, gentle, and elegant. He had the style of a hermit, completely different from the old man in front of him.
However, he would not be mistaken. The old man in front of him was his master. Gongsun Yuan, however, did not know what had happened to make him look like this.
Hearing Ling Yichen’s voice, Gongsun Yuan seemed to be a little moved. He turned to look at Ling Yichen, but his eyes were still blank.
“You’re calling me?” Gongsun Yuan asked Ling Yichen, frowning and thinking for a moment.
“Master, don’t you recognize me? I’m your disciple, I’m Ling Yichen. ” Ling Yichen’s voice was a little choked up. How could he not be sad to see his once elegant master become like this?
“Ling Yichen, I think I’ve heard of him before.” Gongsun Yuan said as he recalled.
“Master, you remembered me?” Ling Yichen grabbed his arm and asked in surprise.
“I think I do have a disciple, but I remember that he’s only this tall?” Gongsun Yuan said as he gestured at his waist.
“Master, you’ve been gone for more than ten years, and I’ve grown up.” Ling Yichen said.
“Oh.” Gongsun Yuan fixed his gaze on Ling Yichen, and a bright light suddenly flashed in his eyes. He said in surprise,”not bad, not bad, I remember now. You are Yichen, and you have already grown up. I also have a disciple named Fu Chengyu, who should be older than you.”
“Master, you finally remembered.” Ling Yichen happily held his master’s hand.
“Yichen, this is the secret manual of our mental cultivation method. When master left, you were still young, so I didn’t pass it to you. I’ve memorized this, so keep it well.” Gongsun Yuan stuffed a small booklet into Ling Yichen’s hands.
“Master, did something happen to you all these years?” Ling Yichen asked Gongsun Yuan after putting away the mental cultivation method.
“What happened?” Gongsun Yuan fell into deep thought again, and his eyes became blank again.
“Not good!” When Ling Chuxi saw him like this, she knew that he was about to fall ill again.