Chapter 101

Taichu ancient city, Zhao family.

"Bastard!"

A crystal clear cup hit Zhao Xingyan's head hard, and soon blood seeped from his dark hair.

Zhao Xingyan held a baby girl tightly in his arms, lowered his head and protected her without saying a word. Even his wine gourd, which never left his body, was left several feet away.

The old man on the throne was furious and howled like crazy: "Zhao Xingyan, you unfilial bastard, you have almost lost my face in the Zhao family over the years. Today, you brought back a bastard who lived with ghosts. Why don't you die!"

The rest of the people in the hall were gloating. Qi Qi looked at Zhao Xingyan, who was silent, and his heart was secretly happy.

Only a well-dressed woman with tears on her face fell to her knees with a plop and sobbed, "Xing Yan is also confused for a while. Please calm down, master. If you want to punish me, punish me!"

The old man picked up all the things at hand and hit Zhao Xingyan hard. Zhao Xingyan didn't dare to escape at all, so he had to protect the girl in his arms with his own body. After a few breaths, his whole body was covered with bright or dark blood marks and wounds.

The Zhao family is a spiritual family that occupies one of the eight inner cities of Taichu. It is extremely well-informed, but in any case, we can't find where Zhao Xingyan went last night.

Until Zhao Xingyan appeared on the Bank of Xishui river with the girl in his arms, the Zhao family's search for the eldest son overnight gradually subsided.

When the Zhao family asked about the origin of the girl, Zhao Xingyan hesitated, but under the rumors of several servants in blue that day, the girl gradually became born between Zhao Xingyan and the ghost by the Xishui River, which made the Zhao family unable to lift their heads in the ancient city of Taichu.

After scolding for a long time, the old man seemed to be a little tired. With a long sigh, he looked at Zhao Xingyan, who was bruised all over, and shouted, "get out of here, don't make a fool of yourself here!"

When Zhao Xingyan came to the gate, the old man's voice came back to him again.

"Go to Zhao's house to find manager Zhao Shi to get some old maids who have been born and raised. Get out."

Zhao Xingyan's bleak eyes trembled, and he didn't look back. In a voice that only he could hear, he whispered, "thank you, master."

……

Another nightmare.

Zhao Yinyue opened her eyes and looked out through the window lattice. The eternal moonlight reflected down and sprinkled a layer of silver light on the table and bed in the attic.

After getting out of bed, she slowly opened the wooden door of the attic. The girl hesitated for a moment and walked towards another attic several tens of feet away in the dark.

Although she was only five or six years old at this time, she was unusually sensible.

But even so, because of his humble status, he was still bullied in the main vein of the Zhao family.

"Father."

Zhao Yinyue spoke softly.

The door opened slowly, and Zhao Xingyan's tired face came into view.

"Nightmare again?" The generous palm touched the girl's hair, and Zhao Xingyan sighed reproachfully, "everything is bad for your father, which makes you suffer so many grievances. Sleep with me, and I'll watch for you outside the door."

Somehow, Zhao Yinyue's constitution is very easy to attract the Yin Qi of heaven and earth. Over time, these Yin Qi of heaven and earth turned into nightmares and sneaked into the depths of her soul. At night, they turned into terrible dreams, eroding and torturing her mind.

Several years ago, Zhao Xingyan finally ignited a five-level fire, breaking into the realm of fire tracing metaphysics. He had a great opportunity to enter the practice of Taiyu Shengzong, and his future was unlimited.

But for Zhao Yinyue, he waited outside his door almost every night, inhaling all the Yin Qi of heaven and earth into his body, and his whole body cultivation was wasted. Only a five-level heart fire never went out, barely maintaining his final cultivation in the beginning of entering the metaphysics.

Over the past few years, Zhao Xingyan's spirit has been gradually covered with dust under the erosion of the Yin Qi of heaven and earth. So far, it has been a little sign of dementia.

The girl stood quietly in place, and I didn't know when the water mist had appeared in her clear eyes.

……

"Cheap things, not even people, you also deserve to enjoy the food of Linggu!"

A well-dressed girl severely twisted Zhao Yinyue's arm and sprained her directly to the ground.

Regardless of the pain on her arm, Zhao Yinyue looked up at the bowl of LingMi thrown by the girl in the soil, trembled and crawled over, and grabbed those LingMi mixed with soil back into the bowl.

A gold embroidered forged shoe appeared in front of him, stepped on Zhao Yinyue's pale and slender fingers mercilessly, and rolled it hard for several times.

Zhao Yinyue bowed her head, and her delicate little face was already full of tears. From time to time, there was a penetrating pain on her fingers, but she still resisted without making a sound.

The noble girl looked down at Zhao Yinyue's waterfall like black hair and crystal clear white earlobes, and became more and more jealous in her heart. She kicked Zhao Yinyue's left face fiercely, and said bitterly, "bitch, born so cheap, is it not to seduce men? Yes, your mother is a licentious and extremely cheap ghost, and you little bitch can't come any better!"

"Stop!"

The clear man's voice came to her ears, and the noble girl looked up. A young man in silk walked over quickly, glanced at Zhao Yinyue on the ground, and directly bent down to help him up.

"It's childe Ji," the girl snorted, "childe Ji is a guest in the Zhao family, so I'll give you some noodles and spare the little bitch for the time being."

Ji Hong turned a deaf ear to her unkind words, and just stared at the girl in a snow-white dress, stunned.

Zhao Yinyue brushed Ji Hong's arm away, squatted down and picked up LingMi grain by grain in the soil into the bowl, and then left here without looking back.

……

Zhao Xingyan looked at the dirty girl in white in front of him with muddy eyes, and couldn't stop making a "Ho Ho" sound.

Zhao Yinyue rinsed the LingMi in the bowl again several times, and gently fed it to Zhao Xingyan spoon by spoon.

"Yue... Yue'er, eat... Eat." Zhao Xingyan shook his hands and pointed to the few LingMi left in the bowl.

The girl shook her head, pulled a smile from the corner of her lips, and said, "I've eaten it."

Under the erosion of the Yin Qi of heaven and earth, the eldest son of the Zhao family lost almost all his wits. Now the only person he barely knows is Zhao Yinyue in front of him.

……

The 16th year of exit.

"Li'er, when your true spiritual memory wakes up, you can break five realms in a row, cross three disasters directly, and be ranked in the three disasters Taiyi realms. At that time, you will be eligible to go to Dongsheng Shenzhou by the East China Sea, enter Zhaoming mountain and concentrate on Cultivation for..."

The murmur vaguely echoed in her ears. Zhao Yinyue opened her eyes, and her eyes were full of confusion.

Recently, a soft female voice has always been introduced into the mind, but its words have never been finished. It seems that the time has not really come yet.

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