The person who came was none other than Fengjian Yueli. We hadn’t seen him for three years, and he still looked as cold as snow. His dark hair was tied loosely into a bun on his head, his eyebrows fell into his temples, and he was wearing a loose black robe.

His brows are picturesque, and his jet-black robe sets off his white jade-like face, giving him an air of dust.

Time has not carved any marks on his body, he looks just like when Feng Lingyan first saw him.

Feng Lingyan hasn't seen him since he fell into coma three years ago.

Seeing him appear like a ghost at this moment, I felt very happy

Smiling with crooked eyebrows: "Yueli, where have you been in the past three years? I haven't seen you come to see me." [

A glimmer of light flashed in Fengjian Yueli's cold pool-like eyes, and it took him a while to say two words: "Practice medicine."

Ah? Feng Lingyan opened her eyes wide.

"Studying medicine? Why? Why did you suddenly think of studying medicine?"

Fengjian Yueli glanced at her and then at the lotus flowers blooming in the pond.

He said calmly: "I don't want to make the same mistake again."

Feng Lingyan was stunned for a moment, and then she remembered the embarrassing incident when she accidentally drank the holy medicine and almost died from Jiuquan.

I didn’t expect that this incident would cause such a big psychological shadow on Fengjian Yueli.

I actually thought of studying medicine. Is this a blessing in disguise?

"Yueli, it turns out that you have been studying medicine in the past three years. Who did you worship as your teacher?"

Feng Lingyan was very curious. Apart from Gong Yanmo, is there anyone in this world who deserves the title of miracle doctor?

Fengjian Yueli said calmly: "A blind man. But he didn't become a disciple. I traded my martial arts with him."

"Ah? Isn't your martial arts a secret that is not passed down from the ancient immortal sect? Can it still be passed down to others?"
Chapter completed!