Zhao Sheng never expected that Wang Yuyan, who was always known for his rationality and coldness, had a burning fire hidden inside.
And...so brave!
As a man, he feels ashamed!
The eighth day of September is an auspicious day for weddings and funerals. Fangyan Valley is decorated with red clothes and is filled with joy.
Among the guests and tribesmen, Zhao Sheng looked disappointed as he watched Wang Yuyan get married to a sly-looking man.
That night, Wang Yuqi, who was already a mother of three children, suddenly lost her temper for no reason. Zhao Sheng said countless good words to calm her down.
Time is like fine sand in your hand. The tighter you hold it, the faster it passes.
While Zhao Sheng was working hard to achieve his goals in this life, fifteen years passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, bursts of painful screams came from a room in the back house of Zhaojiabao.
In the courtyard outside the room, Zhao Sheng kept walking back and forth. He looked anxious and kept looking into the delivery room.
At this moment, a tall, long-legged, handsome boy couldn't help complaining: "Dad, can you please stop leaving? It makes me dizzy."
As soon as he finished speaking, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl standing next to the boy also echoed: "Yes! Dad, don't worry. Mom has given birth to seven of us, so there is absolutely no danger."
Zhao Sheng looked back at his eldest son Zhao Chenggong and eldest daughter Yang Chengfeng, and said seriously: "You don't understand!"
Zhao Chengfeng was bold and deliberately teased: "Dad, except for the seventh child, none of the six of us know what you are thinking. Don't you just want to have a younger brother with spiritual roots?"
"Feng'er, why are you talking to dad? Apologize quickly!" Zhao Chenggong immediately scolded his sister.
Zhao Chengfeng was suddenly scolded by his elder brother and pouted with an unconvinced look on his face.
Zhao Sheng waved his hand, indicating that it was okay.
Dafeng was absolutely right, he really wanted to give birth to a son with spiritual roots.
Regarding this, he told his wife Wang Yuqi without any secret from the day they got married.
Therefore, over the years, Wang Yuqi gave birth to seven children for him one after another. Although every time after giving birth to a child, she shouted that she would never give birth again.
But within two years, I got pregnant again.
Zhao Sheng was very grateful to his wife for her efforts over the years. Maybe he had a very strong purpose in marrying her at the beginning, but after more than ten years of getting along with her, his relationship with his wife became increasingly deeper and his utilitarian ideas gradually changed.
Two quarters of an hour later, a loud cry suddenly came from the delivery room, and Zhao Sheng's heart suddenly dropped to the ground.
The baby is finally born!
After a long time, when Zhao Sheng couldn't help but rush into the delivery room, a slender figure finally walked out of the delivery room holding a baby package.
"Auntie, show me." When Zhao Chengfeng saw the visitor, he immediately ran over happily and reached out to take the package.
Wang Yuyan turned sideways to avoid Dafeng's outstretched hand, and said angrily: "Your father hasn't even taken a look yet. How could it be the turn of a little girl like you?"
After so many years, Wang Yuyan is still young, and her appearance is exactly the same as it was more than ten years ago. Time seems to have stopped on her body.
Looking at the beautiful woman approaching, Zhao Sheng always felt a little uncomfortable.
Since Thief Meishuyan died in an accident eight years ago, Wang Yuyan found him again.
From that day on, the two often had affairs secretly.
In addition to being stimulated, Zhao Sheng inevitably felt a little sorry for his wife.
Wang Yuyan stuffed the baby package into the man's arms and said with a very complicated expression: "Here, look at your son. Congratulations on getting what you wanted!"
Hearing these words, Zhao Sheng's whole body suddenly trembled, and his hands shook and he almost failed to catch the child.
"You mean..."
"Well, I've tested it and it's the four spiritual roots." Wang Yuyan nodded in affirmation.
Okay, great!
Zhao Sheng was extremely excited at this moment. After working hard for so many years, God finally opened his eyes.
"Haha, let me call you Zhao Cheng." He laughed loudly.
That night, Zhaojiapu was suddenly sealed tightly, and then one homing pigeon flew in all directions carrying the great news.
Soon, people from the Wang family in Fangyan Valley came, and important people outside Zhaojiabao also came back non-stop.
There is no doubt about the significance of Lao Ba's birth to the Zhao family. However, the Zhao family did not make any grand arrangements this time, but instead kept an unusually low profile.
Except for some insiders of the Zhao and Wang families, no outsiders knew that a child with spiritual roots had finally been born to the Zhao family in Nanyang.
Time flies, one year later
It was a hot summer day, cicadas were chirping and frogs were chirping. In a living room in Zhaojiabao, Zhao Sheng was sitting at the table, slowly wiping a three-inch long bronze sword.
This thing is the trophy he just got, a first-level mid-grade magic weapon flying sword.
This year, Zhao Sheng's cultivation level has reached an innate level, and his true combat power has far exceeded his level, especially his Qing Gong, which has reached an incredible level.
Name: Zhao Zhiqin (Zhao Sheng)
Life span:38/120
Realm: Innate Dacheng
Physique: Centenarian body (ordinary level), body as light as a swallow (ordinary level)
Talent: Dynamic Vision (Mortal Level)
Skills: Floating Light Sword Technique (Unprecedented), Blue Sea Tide Power (Excellent), Cloud Dragon Nine Transformations (Unprecedented), Wind Chasing Arrow Technique (Excellent), Iron Body Refining (Dacheng)
Looking at the data on the pages of Baishi Book, Zhao Sheng looked very proud.
It's not because of his cultivation, but because he left an extraordinary light skill to the descendants of the Zhao family.
The Nine Transformations of Yunlong was born out of the Three Transformations of Yunlong. It took Zhao Sheng eight years and a lot of effort to deduce it.
After you have achieved great success in cultivation, you only need to take a breath of true energy, and you can take nine consecutive steps in the air, one step is ten feet, and every step creates clouds.
In order to test this peerless light skill, Zhao Sheng traveled to the seven states of Liang Kingdom in half a year, joined twelve martial arts schools, and challenged more than twenty innate masters, but no one could touch his clothes.
Two days ago, he personally ambushed and killed an immortal cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining.
Sudden,
Bang!
The door to the living room was knocked open from the outside. Zhao Sheng was disturbed and looked towards the door with an unhappy face. He saw his wife Wang Yuqi bursting in with a face full of tears and a panicked expression.
"Husband, something terrible has happened! Our Wang family...wow!"
Wang Yuqi ran into Zhao Sheng's arms, just said a word, and burst into tears.
Zhao Sheng's expression changed when he saw this, and he hurriedly comforted his wife and asked: "Don't panic, what happened? Qimei, you are so sad, tell me now, I am responsible for everything."
Woohoo!
Wang Yuqi burst into tears, her right hand trembling as she handed the Thousand Miles Talisman held in her palm to her husband.
Zhao Sheng took it, opened it and looked at it. His face became more and more ugly, and finally his face turned ashen.