Martial Arts Have Mastery

Shen Ling opened his eyes, looking at the vermilion table and chairs in front of him, his eyes were slightly suspicious.

Is this acting?

He slowly got up from the bed, his weak body prevented him from successfully landing on the ground, and instead made a dull sound.

pain!

Shen Ling lay on the bed and gave up struggling.

A moment later, a memory that did not belong to him merged into his soul.

His name is Shen Ling!

He is the eldest son of the wealthy Shen family in Qihua City.

Originally, Shen Ling, as a rich second generation, was neither domineering nor domineering. Instead, he liked to study poetry and scriptures, and made a statement.

A week ago, Shen Ling, who was in good health, suddenly fell ill with an inexplicable illness.

In just one week, Shen Ling's body lost weight rapidly.

Officially died three quarters ago.

Shen Ling took over.

"Traveling through..."

Lying on the bed, Shen Ling looked at his palm.

It didn't look like the palm of a young man, but more like the palm of an old man.

The blood vessels are protruding, the skin is covered with bones, and it looks very weak at first glance.

Shen Ling looked at the window, thinking in his heart.

The current physical condition is very poor. If he doesn't find out why he is sick and why he became like this, he probably won't live for long.

"Ugh."

Sighing, Shen Ling couldn't think of anything to do.

So what if you crossed over?

wait to die.

In this helpless process of waiting to die, Shen Ling closed his eyes calmly, but saw a time number in the darkness.

5:48.

Shen Lingmo counted for thirty seconds, and the time became 5:47.

It's... countdown!

Shen Ling didn't know what the end of the countdown meant, but he just had to wait patiently for a while before it became clear.

Anyway, he has nowhere to go.

Not long after.

The door was gently pushed open.

A maid in a green dress came in cautiously carrying a basin.

The four eyes are facing each other.

The maid looked at Shen Ling and said, "Young master, are you awake? Is there any discomfort? Do you need me to call you master?"

"I'm okay."

Shen Ling spoke slowly, his voice slightly weak.

The maid looked at Shen Ling, and said softly, "Then I'll go and make some hot food for the young master."

"Need not."

Shen Ling shook his head slightly, "Pour me a glass of water."

The maid nodded, poured Shen Ling a glass of water, and protected Shen Ling to drink it.

"Cough cough."

After taking a sip of water, Shen Ling choked slightly.

Now my body has reached the point where I would choke if I drink water slowly, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as terminally ill.

But Shen made himself clear that his body was not sick at all.

After drinking the water, Shen Ling lay back on the bed.

It was obviously at night, but he could not fall asleep as he could die at any time.

In this way, he lay alive until dawn, until the countdown reached zero.

"Ding--"

‘Welcome to Persistence and Effort 3.0. '

'Name: Shen Ling. '

'Age: 17. '

'Cultivation method: None. '

'Status: poisoned. '

Shen Ling looked at the subtitles and was suddenly stunned.

However, when he saw the word poisoned in the status column, his heart suddenly sank.

He knew that his body was not sick, but he never thought it was poison.

In his memory of Shen Ling, the master of the Shen family had obviously found many doctors for him to see a doctor, but none of them said it was poisoning, they only said it was a strange illness.

Here comes the problem.

Shen Ling looked at the status bar, pondering over and over in his mind.

Although he knew that he was now in a poisoned state,

But how to detoxify and save lives is still a difficult problem.

Unless, he finds the poisoner!

It didn't take long for Shen Ling to think of someone who might poison him.

That person was none other than the mistress of the Shen residence, and also Shen Ling's stepmother, the current Mrs. Shen.

Mrs. Shen has been married to the family for twelve years and gave birth to a young son for Mr. Shen.

The youngest son is very popular with Master Shen.

Normally, even if it was a stepmother, Mrs. Shen would not poison him.

However, Master Shen's health is not good now, and he may pass away at any time.

Once that happens, Shen Ling will take over the Shen family.

Mrs. Shen is probably for the family property.

Shen Ling was a little sad.

Even the former Shen Ling never thought of targeting Mrs. Shen and her children, but she never expected that Mrs. Shen wanted his life and all the property of the Shen family.

This woman is so cruel.

Good means!

Although he felt chills just thinking about it, Shen Ling also knew that there was no way for Mrs. Shen to admit to poisoning based on his own guess.

There is no basis for empty words, and Mrs. Shen can even say it is slander.

How to do……

Shen Ling looked at his palm, it was so weak.

It is difficult for him to even get out of bed, how can he get out of this predicament.

Rely on persistence and hard work 3.0?

This golden finger is unreliable from the name.

"Ugh."

Sighing, Shen Ling's gaze suddenly caught a glimpse of the bookshelf not far away.

He remembered that Shen Ling liked books before, whether it was poetry, scriptures, or weird and supernatural, as long as Shen Ling was involved in books, he had a wide range of interests.

So, is there anything that can be cultivated?

At least give him some strength.

"Little Ring."

Shen Ling made a weak voice, calling the maid's name.

Although the bookshelf was only a few steps away from him, the distance of these few steps seemed like a moat.

"Master, what's the matter?"

Hearing Shen Ling's call, Xiaohuan, who was cleaning up the house over there, immediately ran over and asked nervously.

Shen Ling pointed to those books and said softly, "Help me move those books here."

"Oh."

Seeing that Shen Ling was fine, Xiaohuan heaved a sigh of relief.

She went directly to the bookshelf, picked up a few books, and placed them in front of Shen Ling's bed.

The young master loves books.

As Shen Ling's personal maid, Xiaohuan was very aware of Shen Ling's love of books.

However, such a young master who loves books like his life and has nothing to do with the world, was tormented by the serious illness, and his face was emaciated.

Thinking of this, Xiaohuan's eyes turned red.

"Why are you crying?"

Shen Ling glanced at Xiaohuan, "Girls are so ugly, they don't look good when they cry."

"Well, Xiaohuan doesn't cry."

Xiaohuan nodded and wiped away her tears.

Shen Ling then looked down at the ancient books in front of him, and quickly recalled the contents of these books.

This is not, this is not...

Under Shen Ling's command, Xiaohuan diligently moved the books for Shen Ling to check.

"stop."

When Xiaohuan put an ancient book in front of Shen Ling, Shen Ling suddenly spoke.

There are only three words on the cover of this ancient book - "Longevity Kungfu".

In Shen Ling's memory, because the Longevity Kungfu was obscure and difficult to understand, he had studied it painstakingly for a while, but it was in vain, and he got nothing for several months.

Shen Ling opened "Longevity Kungfu" and looked at the words.

Obviously he knew all the characters individually, but he couldn't understand them together.

Shen Ling closed his eyes.

His only hope now is that the golden finger can play a role.

At this moment, Shen Ling was a little nervous.