Li Zhenghong took three steps and made two steps, and he was greeted by Dawn's slightly tired, still bright eyes as stars.

"Father's ......"

Hearing his son's voice, Li Zhenghong's originally rigid facial curves softened.

"I'm here. ”

His deep voice trembled slightly, and his broad palm clenched Dawn's hand.

Liming's this time is too dangerous, when Liming was seriously ill before, his father could still rely on his strong fighting spirit to regulate his body.

But this time is different from before, even if he is as powerful as Li Zhenghong, he is helpless in the face of the fighting spirit in Liming's body, and he can only watch his son unconscious on the side, and he can't do anything.

There are no words that can accurately describe that heart-wrenching feeling.

The warmth in the palm of his father's hand made Liming feel very relieved. He arched his body, trying to find a comfortable place in the bed.

Everything I had just experienced was like an incredible dream: the majestic dream palace, the legendary gods, as if the pain of tearing the skull apart...... Everything seems so illusory.

Now, the dream has woken up.

Everything that had been before dissipated in the long river of time like a cloud of smoke.

But Dawn knew deep down that this was not a dream.

The best evidence is the set of exercises called "Ming Shengguang Dao Sutra" in my mind for no reason.

Dawn is also very strange, he has never seen a single word in this exercise, and he has never even heard of such a complicated text in this world, but he can easily understand every word in it, and he also knows the meaning contained in it.

“...... You stinky boy, your second brother has already instructed you to let you have a good rest, how can you ...... Why are you so disobedient? You have to worry about you for everyone to be happy?"

Li Ying scolded fiercely, and tried very hard to put on an angry expression on her face, but her eyes were red.

In the past hour or so, Li Ying has not spoken much, and has been silently watching Liming.

"Big Sister ......"

Liming's weak voice contained apologies, and in the face of his family, who was always concerned about his safety, Liming realized that his condensation of the original fighting spirit this time was indeed inconsiderate, and it could even be said to be reckless.

Completely blinded by self-confidence and conceit, I always feel that I can and that there should be no big problem when I am hurt, and when it is time to stop later, there is a success that is close at hand and constantly tempts me.

Rush one's fences.

If there is no heart of light, and Bai Feiyu in the heart of light, it is very likely that he will die this time because of his fighting spirit and the bursting of his dantian.

Thinking of this, Liming was afraid for a while.

The fact that he was able to survive in such a dangerous situation was really the blessing of the ancestors of the Li family in the sky.

But after the fear, Dawn noticed that something was wrong.

I seem to be ...... in my own body It's a little different from before the coma.

There was no strange feeling in the dantian, except for the grogginess in his mind and some overwork, he didn't even notice any physical discomfort.

It's as if the Origin Dou Qi in his body has never rioted at all, everything is so normal.

This kind of normality is the biggest abnormality for the current dawn.

Because according to common sense, his weak body has experienced such a toss, it shouldn't be like this, even if he was in a coma, the doctor gave him any elixir, it is impossible to be like now, there is no uncomfortable feeling at all.

He smashed it and smashed his mouth, and there was no strange taste in his mouth, indicating that he hadn't eaten some elixir or something.

So what is the reason for this?

Liming suddenly remembered something, and quickly calmed down, and searched the dantian in the lower abdomen.

The two groups of Origin Fighting Qi that were originally fighting in the dantian actually merged into one at some point, turned into a thin fighting spirit, and were quietly wandering in the dantian.

"Ming'er, what's wrong?

Seeing Liming's expression suddenly became surprised, Li Zhenghong asked.

"No......" Dawn shook her head, her tone full of uncertainty, "Father, child...... The child seems to be ...... Condensed out of the vindictive......"

Li Zhenghong only thought that Liming told such a lie in order to relieve himself, and his expression was obviously disbelieving: "Okay, you are tired enough today, rest early; ”

......Seeing that his father didn't believe his words, Liming was a little anxious, "The child is telling the truth!"

With that, Dawn struggled to get up from the bed.

"Dawn, what are you going to do?" the eldest sister Li Ying's eyes were quick, and she pressed Dawn who wanted to get up, "You dare to mess around like this when your body is still so weak?

Although Li Zhenghong's requirements for his daughter are not as strict as those for Li Jiang, Li Ying's talent is not bad, and she will take a period of time every day to practice Douqi.

With the dual help of his own efforts and the four-rank upper-level exercise "Red Flame Jue" collected in the palace, he had become a first-order martial artist not long ago.

Li Ying considered that her third brother had just been injured and his body was weak, so she didn't dare to use her strength in her hands, and only used one or two points of ten points, she just wanted to stop him, and it was enough to prevent him from getting up and moving casually.

What she didn't expect was that her two points of strength had no effect on Liming.

Dawn forced his right hand on his shoulder, and sat up from the bed as if nothing was there.

Li Ying looked at her white jade hand.

This...... Shouldn't this be?

Although one or two of his own strength is not heavy, it is not something that the injured third brother can hold.

Could it be ...... The third brother really succeeded in condensing the Origin Dou Qi as he said?

Li Zhenghong saw that his daughter's expression was a little strange, and he wondered in his heart, could it be that Liming really condensed his fighting spirit?

Li Zhenghong, who was suspicious, gently pushed away Li Ying in front of him and pressed Liming back into the bed. In the face of his father, Liming was still very obedient, and followed the force of his father's downward pressure, and obediently lay back in his bed, leaving only a pair of eyes that longed for his father to believe that he was outside.

When Li Zhenghong saw his son like this, the disbelief in his heart had been dispelled by three points.

However, Liming was born weak since he was a child, and the conclusion that he couldn't cultivate still affected Li Zhenghong.

In order to verify whether what Liming said was true, Li Zhenghong's three fingers were clasped on the veins at Liming's wrist, and a trace of fighting spirit flowed into Liming's meridians along Li Zhenghong's fingers.

As soon as he found out about the condition in Liming's body, Li Zhenghong was shocked.

Where is this meridian that is born weak!

In the past, I needed to control the strength of my fighting spirit to pass through the meridians, but now they are clearly the same as ordinary people!

Regardless of its width and toughness, it is very different from before.

If the meridians in Dawn's body were compared to a small path that only allowed one person to pass sideways, then it was now a galloping road that could accommodate a carriage.

The difference between the clouds and mud.

Is this still the Ming'er who was diagnosed by the only sixth-order physician in the empire as "born weak and unable to cultivate in this life"?

Li Zhenghong didn't believe that Di Tsai looked at the dawn in front of him, and found that in addition to being a little sluggish and a little lacking in energy, the slightly sickly paleness on his face that he had been carrying all the year round had disappeared, replaced by a slightly ruddy complexion, and the rest was no different from usual.

What the hell is going on?

This question that has plagued Dawn, and all the people who care about Dawn for more than ten years in himself and the palace, is like this...... Gone?

Li Zhenghong couldn't believe his judgment.

Li Zhenghong, who was full of hope, followed the meridians in Liming's body and probed all the way, but the result was that the look on his face became more and more excited.

If someone told His Royal Highness King Li now that the third prince of Li was born weak and unable to cultivate, Li Zhenghong would definitely order his subordinates to reward him with a military stick to eat, and then throw him out.

Dawn's physical condition at this moment, where does he look like a person who is born weak?

Not only has the originally fragile Twelve Orthodox Sutras returned to normal, but even the Eight Pulse Sutras, which have been in a completely occluded state, have a tendency to open and close.

The scene in the dantian is even more gratifying, all the origin fighting qi scattered in the dantian has disappeared, and what is entrenched in the middle of the dantian is a weak attributeless fighting qi.

Although that fighting qi was very weak and its strength was also very poor, it was more than many times worse than the fighting qi in his dantian qi sea, but at the first glance of it, Li Zhenghong's eyes were moist.

It represents the hope of Liming's future, and it is also the opportunity that Li Zhenghong has been looking forward to for many years, the weak son of Jinlin!

Li Zhenghong had mixed feelings in his heart, he retracted his fighting spirit, let go of Liming's wrist, paced to the window, and looked up at the clear night sky outside the window.

In the night sky, the stars are dotted, the moon is in the sky, and the silver moonlight is sprinkled, and the soft moonlight is reflected on the corners of Li Zhenghong's slightly upturned mouth.

Ling'er, did you see that?

Our son, today we have succeeded in condensing the Origin Douqi!

He's not a waste!

Not waste!

"Hahahaha!"

Li Zhenghong doesn't remember how long he has been, he hasn't laughed out loud like this, and the feelings that have been suppressed in his heart for many years gushed out, turning into the most unpretentious laughter, resounding throughout the small courtyard of Tingyuxuan.

Over the years, in the eyes of outsiders, he has been the incomparably noble Li Wangye, the unparalleled number one master of the Crane Empire; in the eyes of his children, he is a lonely and indifferent father who is almost unkind; and in the eyes of his confidants, he will always be the wise, resolute, iron-blooded, and knowledgeable His Highness.

But who knows the pain in his heart?

His wife died early, leaving only herself and her newborn son, who missed her infinitely, and passed away.

The young son was born weak and unable to cultivate, and there were many people in the imperial capital who laughed at themselves openly and secretly, and laughed at the fact that there was a waste son who could only eat idle meals in the Li Wangfu.

Laughing and laughing, a teardrop slid down his face.