In the ancestral hall of the Zhao family.

"Kneel!" Zhao Yi, the head of the family, was like ten years old, and his hair was not taken care of, and he pointed at Zhao Wei'an in front of him with trembling fingers.

Zhao Wei'an lost his soul and looked at the wooden coffin in front of him blankly, in which lay the eldest brother he was most afraid of.

"I'll let you kneel!" Zhao Yi roared loudly, just roaring and roaring, but tears somehow flowed, "Kneel down in front of your eldest brother!"

Zhao Wei'an finally heard it and knelt down.

"Kowtow to your eldest brother!"

Zhao Wei'an slammed on the ground, banging, his head broke and didn't stop, and there was already red blood on the ground.

"Do you know how Wei Quan died? He died because of you! He died for you!" Zhao Yi walked to the coffin, tears streaming down her face, "When your eldest brother was alive, he liked you the most, and he also wanted you to become a weapon the most! It's a pity that he can't see you become a weapon anymore." ”

"You killed your eldest brother, and the Liu family also killed your eldest brother. ”

"Even now, aren't you still willing to work hard to cultivate and avenge your eldest brother?"

Zhao Wei'an heard this, stopped, looked up at Zhao Yi, and was silent.

"You, get out. Zhao Yi sat down weakly and pointed out of the ancestral hall, "Get as far as possible, go to practice, go outside to practice, go to cultivate and complete the major repair, and then come back, come back to avenge your eldest brother." ”

Zhao Wei'an's tears seemed to have dried up, his eyes were red, he nodded, lowered his head again, and muttered to himself, "This hatred is a sea of blood." ”

His deep voice squeezed out from between his teeth again, "Don't, don't report it!"

At the end of the day, it was still dark.

Zhao Wei'an left, carrying hatred and leaving.

He Ping watched him walk out of the ancestral hall step by step, he knelt for a long time, and his legs seemed to be a little weak.

Not only him, but the children of this generation of the Zhao family are all leaving, not only because they have broken through the qi refining to travel, but also for revenge.

The strength of the Zhao family is far inferior to that of the Liu family, if they want to take revenge, there must be a major repair among them, and even the overhaul is not enough, it needs to be stronger and stronger.

He Ping didn't know which of them would become a major cultivator and come back to take revenge, and he didn't know if they would forget their hatred in the long years of cultivation.

Zhao Weiquan not only died for Zhao Wei'an, but also for him and the entire Zhao family, He Ping also swore in his heart that if he could get lucky enough to become a major repairer one day, he would not be able to bear the kindness of the Zhao family.

He Ping watched Zhao Wei'an drift away, so he could only sigh and close the window.

......

Qi refining was like a dream, right in front of He Ping's eyes.

Three silver-white Tongmai Fruits were placed in front of him, as if they had just been picked from the Tongmai Fruit Tree, exuding a strange fragrance.

If one goes down, you can save ten years of hard cultivation, and under the Zhao family's sufficient wood spiritual energy, He Ping only needs three pieces to achieve the condition of breaking through the qi refining.

He Ping looked at the Tongmai Fruit, as long as he swallowed it, he could break away from the mortal body and become a cultivator, and after that, the past was like a cloud of smoke.

The Tongmai fruit is not big, but the weight is extremely heavy, He Ping no longer hesitated, put a Tongmai fruit into his mouth, he thought it would be as hard as an iron block in his mouth, but it only melted in his mouth, and he didn't even feel a little taste, the juice was swallowed into his stomach, and then the tip of his tongue tasted a trace of astringency and sweetness.

As soon as the juice of the Tongmai fruit enters the abdomen, it will be transformed into aura and melted into the meridians, this aura is by no means an ordinary wood aura or other aura, it is like another aura, containing endless vitality, if it can, He Ping prefers to call it the aura of life.

Under the influence of this aura, the meridians expanded more and more, and they became tougher, but at the same time, they were accompanied by severe pain.

"Ahh!......h

This kind of pain is as strong as fire, almost fainting He Ping's pain, and if you want to save ten years of hard work, you have to turn ten years of warm meridians into a violent impact in an instant.

After nearly half an hour, this pain gradually dissipated, He Ping's teeth were biting out blood from his gums because he clenched too tightly, his back shirt was also soaked, and the sweat on his forehead was finely gushing.

He Ping gasped heavily, although he had been told in advance that directly consuming the Tongmai Fruit would cause extremely intense pain, he couldn't wait to make it into Tongmai Pill anymore, but he didn't expect that this severe pain was far beyond his imagination.

After resting for two hours, running the exercises to warm up the meridians, He Ping dared to pick up the second Tongmai Fruit and swallow it, and then the third one.

He Ping's screams could be heard in the entire Zhao family, and it was only stopped from midnight to night.

The path of cultivation has never been felt by anyone to be simple, and countless people have followed one after another on this road, just for that faint wisp of immortal fate.

The function of the Tongmai Fruit is to forcibly use its own aura to make the meridians adapt to the aura of heaven and earth, and thus it can also retain the aura of heaven and earth and embark on the path of cultivation.

The three Tongmai Fruits are thirty years of time.

Qi refining, right now.

The preparation required for refining qi is naturally to be in a place with strong aura that meets its own attributes, and if Zhao Weiquan forcibly breaks through on Yishui Mountain like that, the amount of heaven and earth aura that can be attracted is insufficient, which will affect the size of the internal rotation and lead to the root injury.

As long as the internal rotation exists, if there is a consumption of spiritual energy, the internal rotation can also absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth all the time through its own rotation to replenish itself.

The size of the internal rotation is naturally determined at the moment of breaking through the qi refining, it depends on the richness of the aura in the environment, and also depends on the monk's own qualifications.

He Ping took a deep breath and ran the "Wood Decision" again, as long as the "Wood Decision" was completed this time, the aura of heaven and earth would be left in his body to form an internal rotation.

The surrounding wood aura began to seem to be attracted, gathering towards He Ping's place, and the wood aura gathered more and more above his head, and it had gradually formed a cyan aura hurricane.

After a while, the cyan aura hurricane began to fly into He Ping's dantian from the bottom to the top, filling He Ping's inner rotation.

He Ping felt the rotation of the cyclone in the dantian and was overjoyed, from this moment on, he was a cultivator.

The inner rotation constantly emitted and absorbed the aura, and the aura would continue to nourish his body.

He Ping's qualifications are only one and a half, if he breaks through the refining of qi normally, according to the division of "The Initial Solution of Cultivation", he will only get the internal rotation of one product, but perhaps because of Zhao Jiamu's strong aura, He Ping's internal rotation is clearly a second-grade internal rotation.

After that, the cultivation is to continue to condense this internal rotation to the extreme, you can reach the peak of the early stage of qi refining, and to break through to the middle stage of qi refining, you need to rely on yourself to open up another internal rotation, when the two internal rotation superimposed, it is not as simple as one plus one, and the quality of the aura will also change drastically.

He Ping gathered and scattered the wood aura in his body in his hand, forming a cyan ball, and when his mind moved, this ball spread out in an instant, this feeling of controlling the aura was really wonderful, so wonderful that he was a little difficult to sleep.

At this moment, the wind outside suddenly stopped, and after a while, you could hear the sound of rain, the rain hitting the tiles and the leaves, which was pleasant to listen to.

He had to go, too.

He had to go to a bigger place, to find the elixir, to cultivate the Dao.