C2 Lin Qingyun

Without a doubt, he was in an extremely dire situation. In his previous life, although he had escaped the calamity, the body that he had reincarnated into was also in trouble waiting for him.

"Insufficient qi and blood, my meridians are weak and weak, slightly dim, heart, liver and lungs, why are there still black lines?" Is this the sign of being poisoned? "

Ling Jian placed his index finger on his meridians and carefully examined them. A moment later, he withdrew his fingers.

This was a type of chronic poison that was extremely subtle and difficult for ordinary doctors to detect. However, it was difficult for Ling Jian, who was well versed in the art of 'Yellow Ox', to do so.

Ling Jian was not "Ling Jian". Before he came here, he was just a teenager from Azure Star. Other than this identity, he also had a very powerful identity.

As the first person of Shaolin Temple's younger generation.

In the world where Ling Jian was born, the Shaolin Temple wasn't as famous as it was in the ancient times, but no matter how the times changed, the Shaolin Temple never changed. Inside the temple, there was still a long tradition of lifelong buddhist practice, and at the same time, there was a need to be proficient in the Yellow River Art.

Ling Jian was one of these experts. He was only twenty years old, and was already able to fight against the Elders of the Shaolin Temple. He even had the upper hand in a hundred moves!

However, according to the Shaolin Temple's rules, every mortal disciple had to go out to gain experience before reaching a certain age. This was a Shaolin Temple test; when going out, no one was allowed to reveal their identity, and they had to leave with no money on them.

Ling Jian had originally left during the summer vacation, and entered a forest deep in the mountains to cultivate. He did not expect that the forest deep in the mountains would immediately launch a natural disaster. Lightning flashed and thunder roared as a bolt of lightning descended from the sky, striking the old monk, Ling Jian, right under the tree.

Ling Jian had the misfortune to leave Earth.

Ling Jian originally thought that he was already dead, but he didn't expect that he would actually have transmigrated into a place where he was the same age as Ling Jian, and also known as Ling Jian. At the same time, other than his own memories, he also obtained a part of his new memories.

This memory belonged to Ling Jian of this world.

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"Unfortunately, he suffered ten years of anger and was called trash by others. What he didn't know was that it was because he was poisoned that his path of martial arts declined."

Ling Jian secretly shook his head, and a trace of pity appeared in his heart.

Previously, he had also heard the conversation between the two disciples. Those two disciples were merely the most ordinary disciples in the Qing-Yun Sect, and even they looked down on Ling Jian. It was obvious that Ling Jian's situation was worrisome!

"From now on, I am Ling Jian. In the future, even more people will not be able to bully me, and no one will dare to plot against me."

Ling Jian looked at the illusory image that was projected on the ground under the flickering light, as a sharp light flashed across his eyes.

After saying this, Ling Jian took a deep breath and walked down from the bed, immediately displaying a set of fist technique.

The Shaolin Godly Fist.

The Shaolin Godly Fist is known for its mightiness, its roars are like a tiger's, its aura is like a tiger's falling from the tiger's back, and it has extremely high requirements on the body of a martial artist. Cultivating this kind of fist technique all depends on one's breath, and performing it is the same.

For normal people, the best way to train was to rest. For martial artists, the best way to train was to train their fists.

This boxing style was just enough to heal Ling Jian's current injuries.

"Fortunately, although this body is weak and sickly for ten years, it still has victory. Its foundation is solid and its foundation is not damaged. It'll be much easier to recover this way."

When Ling Jian performed his punches and kicks, although he could feel that his body was weak and weak, his foundation was solid and his bones were strong. It was clear that he had built his foundation well in the past, and as he performed his punches and punches, the herbal aroma immediately spread from his chest to his limbs and bones.

Ling Jian could feel that the blood in his body was boiling, and his injuries were recovering at an astonishing rate.

"What a strong medicinal strength. The medicinal pills refined from this world's medicinal ingredients are actually a hundred times stronger than the pills refined in my world."

Ling Jian could feel the strength of the medicinal strength, and was secretly praising it in his heart.

From his memories, he knew that there were many herbs in this world, and they were extremely potent. As for the Earth where he was on, the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth was very faint.

And of the medicinal pills passed down from the ancient era from the Shaolin Temple, some were lost precisely because the medicinal ingredients were hard to find.

"I wonder if I can find the medicinal herbs that I want in this world?"

Ling Jian thought to himself.

This training. It was dawn.

Due to the weakness of Ling Jian's body, he had not fully recovered. Even though he was using the Shaolin Divine Fist, his attacks were very slow, and the effects were still very obvious.

Overnight, he felt refreshed and his body did not feel tired at all. It was an unprecedented feeling of happiness.

This was the benefit of having abundant Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth. Just by this point, it was already several times better than the world Earth was in.

"Bam!"

Just as Ling Jian finished his practice, the door was kicked open with a bang.

Ling Jian frowned deeply. He suddenly raised his head and saw a disciple from the Qing-Yun Sect walking in with a bowl of rice in his hand, dressed in a white daoist robe.

Ling Jian quickly found information about this person's face in his memories, and learned that this person was called Lin Qingyun, and was a culinary disciple. He was in charge of delivering food to the disciples of the Qing-Yun Sect. He was the most ordinary and lowly disciple. They would have to wait for the other disciples to finish their meals before he could eat.

Compared to the two from last night, this person's status was even lower.

Although he was only a cooking disciple, it was clear that he did not care about Ling Jian.

"Hey, garbage, time to eat."

That tone was very haughty, as if he were the master. After entering, he placed the bowl on the ground and pushed it forward as if he was feeding a dog. Then, without even looking at it, he turned around and left.

Ling Jian had just finished executing the Shaolin Divine Fist, and upon seeing this scene, his face immediately became bloodshot:

"Stop, who are you calling trash?"

"Isn't this the dignified Young Sect Master? "Yo, you have guts. Now you even dare to yell at me?"

Lin Qingyun had already left the room, but after hearing this, he immediately turned around and stared coldly at Ling Jian. His eyes were filled with ridicule and ridicule.

There was also a strong provocation.