Chapter 9: Breakthrough

It was another bright morning, and Ling Zheng was refining his qi as usual. Suddenly, the air around him began to vibrate violently, and the spirit mansion in his abdomen also vibrated with it, and Ling Zheng closed his eyes tightly: 'This is?' as if the earth was shaking. "Hu ......" As soon as the breeze blew, everything returned to calm, and Ling Zheng saw that his spiritual mansion had become a small garden: "This is!!" Sora looked at Ling Zheng who had broken through on the hill. The face is solemn.

Ling Zheng's face was full of sadness, and he opened his eyes violently, tears flashing in his eyes. "Mom, look, the flowers we planted are blooming, so beautiful!!" "Ha... Hey ......"" Come on, Dad!Come on, Dad!" The joy of the past came back to my heart, and infinite sadness came to my heart. Weakly walked into the house.

Seeing this, Sora shouted: "Ling Zheng, you come here." Hearing Sora's call, Ling Zheng slowly walked over: "Master!" Sora's tone was unusually peaceful: "Come and do it." Ling Zao sat down next to Sora, handed him a cup of tea, and Ling Zao stared at the teacup with blank eyes.

Kongkong picked up the cup and sighed gently: "Life is like this tea." Different people taste different tastes, and the same people can taste different flavors. Ling Zao looked at himself in the cup, and only the figure of his parents was in his eyes: "Master!" Sora stood up and looked at the gloomy sky: "The spiritual mansion is either what heaven and earth wish or obsession in my heart." The past is too sad, but it's not tomorrow!"

The dark clouds blocking the sun dispersed, Ling Zheng raised his head and saluted respectfully into the air: "Apprentice understands, Master Xie taught." With that, he went straight to the deep hole behind the tree.

Looking at the dispersing dark clouds, a smile appeared at the corner of Kong's mouth, and the tea in the cup seemed to become more mellow.

Ling Zheng came to the book building and continued to look for the unseen book. In one corner, the only book on this shelf seemed to have not been touched for a long time, and it was full of dust. Blowing away the thick ash on the book, Ling Zai picked it up: "Yaji": On the day of opening the door, rows of ancient words appeared in Ling Zao's eyes flashed: "Endure a few more times of human warmth, experience a few more times of wind and rain, temper his body, calm and relaxed......"

Ling Zao looked at the books on the old shelves one after another, and the sadness in his heart disappeared a lot. In the past, he only wanted to become stronger and then take revenge. Now, he just wants to give his parents justice.

A few hours passed, and Ling Zai picked up the last book on the shelf, and the four big characters of "The Legend of Ling Feng Ancestor" came into view. Open the ancient cover, and it is written in ancient words: Ling Feng, the sixteenth generation monarch of Ling Feng and the country: the descendants of my family, all have to be repaired and do not pay tribute to this temple, and must not be violated. If there is a violator, remove Ling Feng's surname, deport him, and never return to his country.

"What kind of big man is this, worthy of Ling Feng's order to be worshiped for generations by such a big country. Seeing such a strange record, Ling Zheng did not know the person recorded in it, but he also felt very strange. Put down the book, leisurely walk to the black screen, and when I returned to the hut, it was already dark, and I hastily ate something and fell asleep.