Resurrection of spiritual energy to become a god

"Brother, when it comes to alchemy, I want to talk to you."

"What to talk about?"

"Didn't Mu Ting suggest that we go to Hanlan Academy?"

"Do you have any opinion?"

"I don't want to go to Hanlan Academy."

"Then where do you want to go?"

"I want to go to Lingyun Palace."

Zhao Yiming " "

"Have you told Mu Ting about this idea?"

"No."

"Have you ever thought about whether you can be admitted to Lingyun Palace?"

"So what? If you can't pass the inner sect, you can pass the outer sect's head office! Besides, there's Mu Ting!

Zhao Yiming " "

"Anyway, I can't go to the secret realm Mu Ting mentioned, but I can be closer to Mu Ting in Lingyun Palace."

"Then are you going to give up your alchemy skills?"

"I can also make alchemy outside!"

"But there is no one there to teach you. The outer door is where you do odd jobs. There will be endless errands to do, so what time do you have to practice alchemy.

Zhao Yiming really wanted to open his brain and see what was inside? They have no connection here. If you don't work hard, no one will think highly of you.

"I'm not going to Hanlan Academy anyway." Zhao Ziwen said stubbornly.

"Do you know how far you are from Mu Ting now? In addition to seriously refining alchemy and learning advanced alchemy skills, you can narrow the distance between you. Do you know?" Zhao Yiming advised earnestly. .

Zhao Ziwen " "

"You are only at the early stage of Nascent Soul, and Mu Ting is already a combined monk. Have you ever thought about the gap? Zhao Yiming felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

"If you want to be a long-term partner, your cultivation speeds must also keep pace with each other. If the difference is too far, sooner or later...!"

"Brother, you look down on me too. Have you stopped caring about me since you met those two people?" Zhao Ziwen said angrily.

"What on earth have you been thinking about all day?"

"Isn't that right? Ever since you met those two people, you have been indifferent to me. You would help me do whatever I said before, right?"

Zhao Yiming " "He really has nothing to say.

Ziwen's previous requests were nothing more than trivial matters. Her childhood was too hard, so agreeing to help him with these little things just made her happy. But now we are talking about major events in his life, how can this be compared!

"It's not what you think. I'll tell you some things later!"

"Who believes it?" He muttered quietly.

"Whatever you want!" He had nothing to say.

"Thank you, brother. What's so good about Hanlan College? There haven't been any powerful people. Maybe you won't be able to go there in the future." Zhao Zhiwen said with some musings.

"what are you saying?"

"No...no...brother, this is the viscera soup I cooked for you. You must have lost your vitality due to your injury this time."

"I've never seen you cook before!" Zhao Ziwen looked a little uncomfortable.

"Then...that's not because...I...didn't know how to do it before! The medicinal materials around me were not all available. I didn't learn this from a trip to Lingcao Tower. I cooked two portions. I also I drank one." He said and handed the bowl to Zhao Yiming.

Because the movement was a bit hasty, some of it was spilled. Zhao Yiming took the bowl and looked at Zhao Ziwen. Zhao Ziwen felt guilty and did not dare to look at his brother.

His eyes were looking away, and his heart was beating "bump, bang, bang," as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

Zhao Yiming looked at Zhao Ziwen, who was a little strange. He hadn't drunk soup for a while. Was he so nervous?

Seeing from the corner of his eye that his brother was about to put down the bowl, he said nervously: "Brother, look at the tonic soup I worked so hard to make for you, and you just ruined it like this. It's very expensive to make a pair. You know I don't have many spiritual stones." Yes. You are always so kind to me. I just want to repay you a little when I am able." I almost cried as I said that.

"Okay, okay, it's just a bowl of soup, I'll just drink it." Zhao Yiming never thought that Zhao Ziwen would harm him. If it was given by someone else, he would really not dare to drink it.

When Zhao Ziwen was so nervous that he could hardly hold on. Zhao Yiming finally drank the bowl of soup with added ingredients.

"Brother, I'm leaving first. You have a good rest." He didn't dare to see what would happen next to his brother, so he ran away as if running away.

I thought: They said, brother will not die anyway, just find a doctor to treat him well in the future.

He doesn't want to be without Mu Ting, brother, I'm sorry. He ran all the way back to his yard.

Early morning "Ah...!"

In a remote courtyard outside the Zhao family's third bedroom: "Master Yiming, you...how can you do this?" The cleaning servant pointed at the bed and screamed in disbelief.

A pair of slender hands stretched out from the quilt on the bed, and he slowly opened his eyes. It was time for the play to begin. "Ah...I...why am I here? Master Yiming, you...how can you do this? I am your father's concubine! Wuwuwu..."

"Bump..." The door was kicked open, and Zhao Yuntian led a large group of people into Zhao Yiming's room.

"Well, Zhao Yiming, you actually took advantage of the busy days at home to do something inappropriate to my father's concubine. If I hadn't seen that today's competition was about to start, I didn't come to you before you arrived. I didn't know you That’s the kind of person he is.”

"Get out, get out." Zhao Yiming's head still hurts terribly and his whole body is weak.

"Zhao Yiming, you shameless thing." Zhao Yuntian condemned righteously.

If Zhao Yiming hadn't felt weak all over, he would have thrown these people out. He slowly dressed himself. Another group of people poured in outside the courtyard.

The people who walked in before were Mr. Zhao San and his wife Liang Yan. Seeing the scene here, the concubine who was still crying on the bed immediately rushed over.

"Master, master, help! Help...! Xin'er has no shame in living in this world, Master Yiming, he...! He...wuwuwu...! I don't agree, he said he would kill me... ...! Master...! I'm so scared...!

The one who cried was a pear blossom with rain, and I felt pity for him. The clothes with colorful sleeves covered half of her face, hiding the trendy look at the corner of her mouth.

"Beast...! You beast... evil son." Zhao Hongtao pointed at Zhao Yiming, trembling with anger. Eyes red.

"Father, I didn't..."

"bump……"

"Zhao Yiming, you actually attacked my father. You are being unfilial."

"Poof...! Zhao Yiming was hit by Zhao Yuntian and flew far away, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"I...I didn't, I was just explaining to my father." Zhao Yuntian used ten levels of strength.

"You still don't admit it. Just now you clearly walked towards father and raised your hand. Father, how can such an unfilial person still stay in our third room?"

"Father...I...I really wasn't...disrespectful." Zhao Yiming whispered intermittently.

"No, do you think everyone is blind? If you don't respect your elders, the following are guilty. If you don't respect your brother, you won't help me when I'm in trouble. You still dare to... be unfaithful to my concubine. You are really worse than a beast.