"I'm not known!" The mysterious old man answered casually after listening to Ling Chen's inquiry.

"Wu Ming!" After hearing this answer, Ling Chen was also surprised and thought to himself that this name is not the name of the sword saint that often appears in 21st century martial arts films. Why is there such a sword saint in the Tianlong world?

"Old sir, are you really called Wuming?" Ling Chen calmed down and continued to ask as the old man looked at him.

"No, no, no, my name is not Wuming, I can't remember my name anymore, so I said I was Wuming!" The old man looked at Ling Chen and explained seriously.

"I don't remember my name!" After hearing the old man's answer, Ling Chen looked at him strangely and thought to himself that this name is something that ordinary people will not forget. The old man doesn't look like he has Alzheimer's disease, so how could he not remember his name!

Seeing Ling Chen's sceptical look at the moment, the old man seemed to know what he was thinking, and smiled and explained to him: "I will forget my name mainly because no one has called me for too many years. It should be that when I was 100 years old, I rarely contacted others. Except for spending a period of time with a young monk for 40 years ago, I have never been with others for a long time. Usually, when I meet others, I either call me an old man or a grandfather, uh, and you call me an old man... As for my own name, no one has called me another, and I have completely forgotten it myself!"

"One hundred years old! Forty years ago!" Ling Chen felt that he could not digest the old man's words for a while, and he thought that he should be in the world of the dragon rather than the world of fairy tales. How could a hundred-year-old man appear? Is this old man lying to him, or is it the way he opened it today that he is wrong, or is it really a strange man in the hidden world!

"Haha...Doesn't you feel like I'm talking nonsense? Actually, if you think about it carefully, I don't believe that I have lived for so long. Hundreds of years are just like a moment. Thinking about the old friends in the past, it seems that they were with me yesterday and disappeared today..." Seeing Ling Chen's suspicious gaze, the mysterious old man was not angry, but smiled casually, indicating that Ling Chen didn't need to take what he said to heart, but the loneliness in his eyes when he spoke was like a bottomless lake, giving Ling Chen a strange feeling.

"Old sir, I believe what you said, I'm sorry, I shouldn't doubt you!" Feeling the lonely feeling in the old man's eyes, Ling Chen completely believed his words at this moment, because this loneliness and this sense of vicissitudes could not be expressed without the accumulation of a hundred years. Even Ling Chen could not give him this feeling when he saw Wu Yazi, who was already 80 years old.

"He's old in the morning, but in a flash!" Perhaps this is the best portrayal of the old man's heart at this moment. For such an old man, Ling Chen naturally would not doubt what he said.

"Haha, you are a pretty interesting little guy. Come on, after being drunk by this bowl of medicine, the corrosive blood poison on your body should be completely eliminated. You should be able to move freely after recuperating for a while!" As for Ling Chen, who was willing to believe in him, the old man also showed a happy smile on his face, and he picked up a bowl of medicine that emitted a pungent smell and said to Ling Chen.

"Uh... Old man, what kind of medicine is this? It's so pungent!" Ling Chen originally thought that his endurance should have improved a lot after coming to this Tianlong World, but when he smelled the pungent smell of this bowl of medicine, his face changed and he asked the old man.

"A good medicine is bitter and good for diseases. This medicine is just pungent, but it is not too difficult to drink!"

"Yeah!" Hearing the old man say this, Ling Chen no longer delayed it. With the help of the old man, he drank all the potion. As expected, the medicine smelled pungent, but it was not too difficult to drink. It was just a numb feeling that entered the body. However, with the addition of this numbness, Ling Chen also felt that the pain in his body had indeed disappeared a lot. It seemed that it was indeed a special medicine to treat him.

"This medicine is indeed effective. Mr., what kind of medicine is this?" After feeling his own strange changes, Ling Chen was also extremely surprised and asked the old man curiously.

"Oh, it's very simple. It's made of cartilage grass with some poisonous scorpions!" The old man explained to Ling Chen in detail.

"What, cartilage grass!" After hearing the old man's words, Ling Chen was also stunned, and immediately vomited out the medicine he had just drunk.

Whoosh...

Seeing Ling Chen wanting to spit out the potion he had just drunk, the old man's hand was faster, and his acupoints were already lit up in the midst of lightning and thunder, making it impossible for him to move at all.

"Old sir, what are you doing?" Ling Chen was also surprised by the old man's acupoint speed, but fortunately, the old man just blocked his movement ability and did not block his language ability together.

"I asked you what you are doing. I worked hard to make the potion for you. No matter how you say you vomit!" The old man's face became a little ugly at this moment. He looked at Ling Chen and said dissatisfiedly. It was obvious that Ling Chen's previous practice of spitting out the potion had obviously angered him.

"Old sir, do you know that this cartilage grass is the best to destroy human internal strength. The effect will increase exponentially with the poisonous scorpion. After I drink this bowl of medicine, the internal strength of the whole body may disappear!" As the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, Li Qiushui also tutored for Ling Chen's rest time. It can be said that although Ling Chen's medical skills are not as powerful as Xue Muhua, the miracle doctor among the eight friends of Hangu, he is completely inferior to him.

This cartilage grass can be said to be a poison that all the people in the martial arts world retreated. The reason is that its unique medicinal properties can eliminate the internal energy that people in the martial arts world regard as the second life. And this medicinal properties... no, it should be said to be toxic. After matching the five poisons of scorpions, snakes, centipedes, geckos, and toads, the effect has increased exponentially! So when Ling Chen heard that the old man actually used cartilage grass to make his own potion with poisonous scorpions, his face changed immediately. He wanted to spit out the potion... no, it should be said that it was poisonous water.

"Of course I know, but do you know that if this cartilage grass does not use the poisonous scorpion to fight poison with poison, the corrosive blood poison in your body will not be removed at all. You will be dead in three days. Then, let alone me, even a god will not be saved!" The old man looked at Ling Chen very directly and said.

"But..." Although the old man said this, Ling Chen was very unwilling to think that the internal strength passed to him by Wuyazi and the internal strength he learned from Li Qiushui under the bowl of potion would be lost. At this time, he finally understood why people in the martial arts world liked to regard internal strength as their second life, because when a martial arts master knew that he had lost all his internal strength, he became an ordinary person, the pain was no less than the pain of breaking his arms.

"If you don't have internal strength, you can practice it again. If your life is gone, you will have nothing!" The old man looked at Ling Chen's painful appearance and said directly from the side. Although he didn't talk much, he also analyzed Ling Chen's current situation clearly.

"...I...I understand, old man, thank you this time!" Ling Chen, who slowly calmed down, also understood that this mysterious old man was helpless and the best way to do this. Although he still couldn't accept this reality, he would not take his anger on others. Thinking of his previous behavior, he said to the old man very sorry.

"Well, it's best to let go. You must know that it's yours and you're yours after all, and nothing can be taken away. If you want to recover your internal strength, just rest well. Only after your body is fully recovered can you continue practicing, and strive to recover one day earlier, right?" Seeing that Ling Chen had slowly calmed down, the old man also untied the acupoints for him and let him continue to lie on the bed to rest.

"It's mine after all, it's mine. But the master's internal strength over the past seventy years and the internal strength obtained by Uncle Master's various magic medicines are not so easy to practice!" Although the old man comforted Ling Chen so much, when he thought of how he got his internal strength, Ling Chen closed his eyes very unwillingly...

Time flies, and a week passed quickly. With the help of various strange drugs from the old man, Ling Chen also eliminated all the corrosive blood poison in his body, and his injured hands were completely restored. He could walk around at will as if he was ordinary people! However, not all of them were good news. As he had expected before, the internal strength in his body that he recovered had been lost. Now the internal strength he possessed was less than 30% of the time he had just started from Li Qiushui. It can be said that Ling Chen is just stronger than when he first obtained Wuyazi's internal strength but did not know how to use it.

However, since a week has passed, Ling Chen has already made corresponding psychological preparations. Although the disappearance of this internal force made him very unhappy, he was still barely within the acceptable range.

After confirming that he was in good health, Ling Chen left a large amount of silver notes on the bed, treating it as a thank-you gift from the mysterious old man who saved him. At this moment, he had decided to go back to the Xiaoyao Sect first to see if there was any way to help the leader recover his internal strength. If there was no, he could only start practicing from scratch.

"Uh, where are you going!" When Ling Chen put the silver note and just walked to the door, the mysterious old man also came back from outside and asked, looking at Ling Chen who was about to leave.

"Old sir, thank you for your care during this period, but I still have some things waiting for me to deal with, so I plan to leave first and come back to thank you for your life-saving grace by Mr.!" Ling Chen looked at the old man and said respectfully.

"Oh, there is something else. Are you anxious? If you don't have to hurry, wait for me to help you recover your internal strength before leaving!" The old man said casually after hearing Ling Chen's words.
Chapter completed!