Chapter 232

Everything has been dusted, Lin Xiu, Zhao Wuji, and a very old Earth Element Realm warrior won the places.

The three of them walked down the spiritual path hand in hand, which naturally attracted the envy of countless people.

Different from that old martial artist, Lin Xiu and Zhao Wuji are in their prime of life, and they still have a lot of progress in their martial arts cultivation.

Xu Changqing and Liu He personally received the three of them, and after the other two groups had completed their trials, they brought them to the important place of the Justice League.

"Knowing that everyone is here because of the so-called chance, I will no longer be a fool. You and me, the ten members of the Justice League, have allocated a total of twenty places. Everyone follow me to the main hall. I will pull the air machine for everyone."

Xu Changqing smiled, looked at the crowd with a smile on his face, and said.

Because they didn't know each other because they didn't fight Zao Wou-ki, the two of them had a very good impression of each other. Lin Xiu also learned from Zao Wou-ki's mouth that the so-called chance was that the Justice League had a fortune-telling weapon of the township. It was a strong man from the center of the mainland who was rescued by the founding ancestor of the Justice League when he was dying, so he left behind his most powerful weapon.

The most outstanding thing about this weapon is that it can draw energy and help warriors in the middle three realms fall into a dream.

In the dream, everything has to start from scratch, and everyone will lose their own memories, from young children, then full toddlers, and finally a complete experience of the whole life.

For many people, this kind of experience is something that can’t be met, and the experience of being able to have an extra life for nothing can be imagined for one’s own cultivation. Take the spot.

All the warriors who were lucky enough to be able to enter the dream sat down cross-legged in the hall, and Xu Changqing muttered something in his mouth, and uttered an obscure sentence, and the whole hall began to shake violently.

The hazy light evenly shrouded the warriors in the hall, making them drowsy, in a trance, as if they were out of their bodies, and they could clearly see their own bodies.

Lin Xiu closed his eyes, only feeling the world spinning for a while, and then he didn't know what happened.

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"Zhao Wu, Zhao Wu, your wife gave birth to a big fat boy, hurry over and have a look."

In a brightly lit courtyard, there was a middle-aged man who was pacing non-stop, his face was full of anxiety. Hearing the words of Mrs. Wen, his eyes suddenly shone brightly, and then he quickly walked towards his wife. room.

"Husband, come and see our child."

The woman on the bed spoke weakly and hurriedly greeted her husband.

This one of the best generals in the empire has always killed people without blinking an eye on the battlefield. He has gone through countless trials and hardships, and it can be said that he has changed the color of the enemy. A baby, carefully looked at.

"Haha, I, Zhao Wu, finally have a son. God treats my Zhao family well, lady, you have really made great contributions to our family."

Zhao Wu hugged the child, then sat down slowly on the side of the bed, and said to his wife in a gentle tone.

This child is Lin Xiu who fell into a dream, but he is not aware of what is happening now, but as Zao Wou-ki said before, he has lost all his memories and has to start all over again.

The family of three indulged in great happiness like this.

Naturally, there will be a full house of guests and friends, and there will be an endless stream of gift-givers. Zhao Wu, as a powerful general in the dynasty, has won the trust of the emperor. Naturally, he is the target of many people. They all gave a gift.

The little guy was named Zhao Zilong by Zhao Wu, meaning that he wanted his son to become a dragon, which shows the great expectations for the youngest son.

As he grows older, this little guy is not as mischievous as his father was when he was a child, but has a soft spot for poetry. However, at the age of eight or nine, he is already able to export complete articles, and he has become the king of the dynasty. Many officials in China talk about it with great relish and are full of praise.

Although Zhao Wu's family is very fond of their children's intelligence, in this world, only having the most powerful force is the prerequisite to ensure the family's success.

Zhao Zilong's temperament is docile, and he has no interest in martial arts. Now that he has reached the age to start practicing martial arts, the family has gradually begun to feel a little bit difficult.

"Zilong, hurry up and eat."

The mistress of the Zhao family gently pushed open the door, then dotingly glanced at her son who was reading at night with the lights on, and said with some distress.

"Mother, the child knows."

This young man has red lips and white teeth, and he has a gentle temperament in his speech. Even though he is still young, he already has the demeanor of a gentleman.

Agreeing crisply, the boy closed the book and followed his mother to the hall.

Since Zhao Wu's father, the Zhao family has accumulated a lot of prestige in the dynasty, but after the death of Zhao Zilong's grandfather, Zhao Wu's outstanding strength and outstanding military exploits have added glory to the Zhao family's lintel. .

Three years ago, Zhao Wu was sent by the imperial court to be stationed in Saibei because of the instability of the border, so his family migrated in large numbers, leaving the rich and prosperous land of Beijing and Bian, and took root in the windy and sandy Saibei.

As the oldest person in the family, Zhao Zilong's grandmother naturally cherished her only seedling very much. When eating, she kept holding dishes for Zhao Zilong.

"Grandma, I can do it myself."

Zhao Zilong thanked his grandmother first, and then said softly, now that he is ten years old, he doesn't want to be taken care of by his elders as he was when he was a child.

"Yo, my son Zilong seems to have really grown up, and he even started to dislike grandma a little bit." Mrs. Zhao looked at her grandson jokingly, with indescribable relief in her eyes.

There is such a descendant who likes to dance and write in Jiangmen, which makes Mrs. Zhao feel distressed from the bottom of her heart.

Different from his own son's earnest wish for Zhao Zilong to become a master, the old lady of the Zhao family only wanted to see his grandson grow up safely and happily. As for other things, we will wait until later.

The current Zhao family is extremely powerful in the dynasty because of the support of Zhao Wu, and with the care of their own son, in the view of Mrs. Zhao, there is really no need for her grandson to endure the pain of practicing martial arts since childhood.

Everything, just let nature take its course.