Medical Sovereign

"Since you don't want to leave, then just stay. I'd rather it, but are you willing to let go of everything you have in the Three Realms?"

Mei said expressionlessly, and with just one sentence, Ding Ning lost his temper. Like a defeated rooster, he lowered his head dejectedly.

Although there is a charm here that he can't let go, there are more people waiting for him in the Three Realms, and there are still many important things that have not been done.

This time travel, in the three realms, I don’t know how much time has passed. It may be just a moment, or thousands of years have passed.

Thinking of this, Ding Ning felt anxious again. He was really afraid that when he went back, he would find that things had changed.

The thought of continuing to stay immediately faded away, and the eagerness to return made his feet involuntarily speed up.

"Why, thinking of those women of yours, are you anxious to go back again?"

Mei said sarcastically, with a sour tone in her tone.

"The palms and backs of my hands are full of flesh. I can't bear to part with any of them, but you don't want to come with me."

Ding Ning sneered and tried to make one last effort.

Mei looked at him deeply and said calmly: "If our love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night?"

Ding Ning rolled his eyes. The goddess turned out to be an artistic young man, but this made him feel less sad about separation.

"Mei, you said we would meet again soon, weren't you lying to me?"

"certainly."

"What does of course mean?"

"What do you think?"

"..."

"How fast is it? It won't take thousands of years, right?"

"..."

"What if I miss you?"

"Cold salad!"

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The two of them talked at times along the way. Ding Ning tried many times to test what Mei knew. Unfortunately, she answered her questions accurately, leaving him helpless and extremely depressed.

Both of them were warriors with extremely fast feet. If Ding Ning hadn't been reluctant to deliberately slow down to delay time, he would have arrived at Baiyun Temple long ago.

But if we wait any longer, the journey will stop there. Half an hour later, the Baiyun Temple on the top of Daqing Mountain has already appeared looming in the field of vision.

Ding Ning, who had been making jokes and laughing all the way, suddenly fell silent. Although his face looked calm, he subconsciously held Mei's hand tighter.

The charming eyes were sparkling, and although she didn't say anything, she took the initiative to slow down for the first time. The two held hands and strolled up from the foot of the mountain to the top step by step like an ordinary couple.

The entire Daqingshan Mountain is covered with lush green trees, and there is only a winding stone path leading to the Baiyun Temple on the top of the mountain.

The clear water, green mountains, picturesque waterfalls, auspicious clouds gathering and dispersing, and misty white mist are full of poetry and painting, just like a fairyland on earth.

But Ding Ning had no intention of admiring it at the moment. He saw that the stone path had reached the end, and the Baiyun Temple, half-hidden in the green water and green mountains, was already in front of him. He subconsciously held Mei's jade hand tightly, as if he would let go as soon as he let go. It's like I'm going to lose her.

Mei could feel the reluctance and attachment in his heart. Although she said nothing and her face remained as cold as ever, her slightly trembling body and slowed down steps still revealed that her heart was not as it seemed on the surface at the moment. So peaceful.

"Two laymen, Taoist Master Xuanling has been waiting for a long time. Please come with me."

As soon as he arrived in front of Baiyun Temple, a young Taoist priest who was looking forward to it came up to him, bowed his head and said.

Ding Ning glanced at Mei with some surprise, wondering whether Taoist Master Xuan Ling was a master of Taoism and could predict the unknown. Or he had already made an agreement with Mei, so he knew they would come today.

Someone was specially sent to wait in front of the audience.

Mei seems to have seen his heart

Feeling confused, she whispered in his ear: "I just heard that Taoist Master Xuanling has stayed in Baiyun Temple in the past few days. I have no prior agreement with him."

"ah!"

Ding Ning let out a low cry in surprise, his expression became serious, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

Taoist priest Xuan Ling predicted that he would appear several years ago, and now he has no predictions. He knew that he and Mei would come to him. Was he really foresight, or was he driving all this behind the scenes?

If it is the latter, then Taoist Master Xuanling is too terrifying. His ability to turn his hands into clouds and turn them into rain is far beyond the reach of his current level.

At least, it is impossible for a strong person of the Origin Dao like Jue and Lu to do this. Perhaps, only the super powers at the peak of the Origin Dao or even above can have such earth-shattering methods that can control all of this.

Although judging from Mei's attitude, Taoist Xuanling should have no ill intentions, what Ding Ning hates most is having his fate manipulated by others, so he was full of hostility towards Taoist Xuanling even before he met him.

Mei looked at him deeply. There was no emotion in her calm eyes, and she didn't know what she was thinking in her heart.

Ding Ning calmed down and suppressed the trace of hostility. Although he felt disgusted in his heart, he also knew very well that with his current strength, it was definitely not a wise choice to rashly fall out with the unfathomable Taoist Master Xuanling.

What's more, Taoist Master Xuanling is his only hope to find a way back to the Three Realms. Coming with hostility is not the attitude of asking for help.

"Taoist Master Xuanling is waiting in the room. Please come in, two laymen."

The little Taoist priest took them to the door of a Taoist temple, pointed at the door with a straight face, turned around and left.

This made Ding Ning confused. She didn't know why she had offended this little Taoist priest and why she always had such a long face, as if she owed him money.

After subconsciously taking a look at the little Taoist priest's back, a storm suddenly arose in his heart.

Before, he was so distracted by separation that he didn't pay attention. It wasn't until he calmed down that he realized that he had made a mistake.

This little Taoist priest had light steps and seemed to walk very casually, but he disappeared without a trace after taking two steps. He turned out to be an extremely advanced warrior.

At least, he is a master in the realm of divine martial arts.

Ding Ning stepped out of his judgment and couldn't help but be secretly shocked. This small Baiyun Temple is indeed a hidden dragon and crouching tiger. A little Taoist who specializes in guiding the way actually has the strength of the divine martial realm. What kind of powerhouses should those Taoist priests who are much older be? ?

"Come in, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

An old voice suddenly came from the room.

Ding Ning's expression became serious, and He Mei opened the door and walked in slowly.

Looking up, I saw an old Taoist priest with white beard and hair, a hunched back and a slumped waist, sitting on the only futon in the room, squinting his old, cloudy eyes and looking at them hard.

Ding Ning was shocked, not only because the old Taoist priest in front of him did not match the appearance of the immortal Taoist bones in his imagination, but also because the old Taoist priest had clearly run out of gas, his soul fire was about to extinguish, and he was about to die at any time. .

Even with his medical skills, he is helpless to deal with the current situation of Taoist Xuanling, because what he has is not a disease, but an exhaustion of life span, and he is about to die of old age. To put it bluntly, he is about to die of old age.

"Taoist Master Xuanling, why have you become like this?"

This scene seemed to be quite unexpected. She opened her eyes wide in surprise and asked in disbelief.

"Is it weird? I've often leaked secrets in my life. It's a huge luck to be alive until now."

Taoist Master Xuanling said in an extremely calm tone. Although his voice was extremely weak and old, it gave Ding Ning an inexplicable feeling.

It's as if his voice has a strange, reassuring power that makes people

I took it for granted that what he said was the truth, and I couldn't think of any refutation in my heart.

Even though Mei is now a strong man at the peak of the God Transformation Realm, the expression on his face has obviously softened, and she seems to agree with his words.

Ding Ning's eyes flashed, and the hostility that had been hidden for a long time suddenly burst out. He stared at Taoist Xuanling who was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, and asked coldly: "Who are you?"

Mei Mei glanced at him in surprise, a look of displeasure flashed across her face. In her heart, Taoist Master Xuanling was someone she respected very much. Ding Ning's attitude made her feel very uncomfortable, and she scolded in a low voice: " What are you doing? Apologize to Taoist Master Xuanling quickly."

Taoist Master Xuanling's turbid old eyes were as clear as a deep pool with no bottom, and it was impossible to fathom his thoughts.

But he didn't know that Ding Ning was under terrible pressure at this moment, which was far beyond the immortal corpses he had seen. Even the aura exuded by the projection of Anze's third uncle was far less than what it would have been.

This made him feel horrified. The strength of this old Taoist priest definitely surpassed that of Black Demon No. 1. He was probably a strong man above the peak of the Origin Dao. How could there be such a terrifying and powerful man in this world?

Fortunately, Taoist Master Xuanling only exuded a ray of coercion to intimidate him, and did not intend to take his life. Otherwise, he would have been gray at this moment.

He had no doubt that if Taoist Master Xuanling wanted to kill him, it was just a matter of thought, but the powerful man of Origin Tao was so terrifying.

Ding Ning tried his best to fight against the pressure. There were big drops of sweat on his forehead. His back was soaked with sweat. His eyes were red. The veins on his forehead and neck were bulging, squirming like earthworms. He looked terrifying. Extremely.

Mei finally realized that something was wrong, and did not bother to blame Ding Ning. She turned around and bowed to Taoist Master Xuanling Yingying: "Taoist Master Xuanling, he did not mean to offend, please show mercy."

"If I didn't show mercy, he wouldn't be alive now."

Following the calm words of Taoist Master Xuanling, Ding Ning felt that the powerful pressure faded away like a tide. He felt like a fish about to die of thirst suddenly fell into the water, making him gasp for breath. , looking at Taoist Master Xuanling with eyes full of horror.

"Thank you, Taoist Master Xuanling, for showing mercy!"

Mei bowed again and looked at Ding Ning with concern in her eyes. She stepped forward to support him and whispered, "Are you okay?"

"No...it's okay."

Ding Ning's face was pale, his body was soaked with sweat, and he responded with a gloomy expression.

The power of Taoist Xuanling made him despair, and the feeling that his destiny was not under his control made him feel very uncomfortable.

A strong unwillingness suddenly rose in his heart. He secretly clenched his fists and swore to himself that I would become stronger, so strong that no one could control my will or dictate my destiny.

Do whatever you want, these four words hit his heart like a spell, making him eager to become stronger than ever before.

"The character is good, but the strength is too poor."

Taoist Master Xuanling's faint comment shocked Ding Ning to the point where he was completely unconvinced. Not to be outdone, he retorted: "How many years have you lived? How old am I? How old are you at my age?" What kind of cultivation is it at that time?”

At the age of his early twenties, he has already cultivated to the eighth level of the Holy Martial Realm. Once the Starlight Martial Soul is tempered, he will be able to break through to the ninth level in one fell swoop, and may even directly enter the divine realm.

Although he never said it or showed off, it was impossible to say that he was not proud at all.

After all, he is just a young man in his early twenties. He is young and energetic. How could he not have any thoughts of comparison?