Rebirth of the City Immortal Emperor

"Dad! I didn't comfort you. It's true. I can treat your leg injury."

In this regard, Zhang Yi had anticipated this and took out a jade bottle directly from his body and poured a round and smooth pill from it.

"This is the Jade Bone Pill, which can make necrotic bones grow back!"

Zhang Yi explained.

"Son, what you said is true? Can this pill really cure your dad's leg injury?"

Seeing her son's serious expression, mother Lin Yunhui couldn't help but asked excitedly.

No one knows better than her just how much the disability of the legs will hit her husband.

The former martial arts genius, even if it was abandoned on the spot by the ancestors of the Zhang Family, slowly recovered with the many good fortunes obtained in the secret realm. This is amazing.

But the disaster three years ago caused Zhang Chenhai to fall into the deep valley again, and he was disappointed ever since.

If Zhang Chenhai's leg injury can be cured, it will undoubtedly be a great happy event.

Although Zhang Chenhai didn't speak, the excitement in his heart could be seen from his grasping the sofa and his hands with prominent veins.

"Dad! Mom! Believe me, Dad, eat this jade bone pill!"

Zhang Yi nodded solemnly, then handed the Jade Bone Pill to his father.

"Good! Good! Good! Dad believes in you!"

Zhang Chenhai was so excited that he said three good words, then grabbed the jade bone pill and swallowed it without hesitation.

"Hey! Slow down and drink water!"

Lin Yunhui hurriedly took a glass of water from the side, fearing her husband would choke.

"Dad! I'll help you refining medicine!"

Zhang Yi also hurriedly got up, walked to his father's back, held it with his palm, and then input a powerful spiritual force to help him refine the medicinal power of the Jade Bone Pill.

After all, Zhang Chenhai's current cultivation base is completely abolished, and it is difficult to refine the medicinal power of the Jade Bone Pill by himself.

"Huh?" Zhang Chenhai suddenly showed an expression of pain as the power of the medicine was refining and spreading to his legs.

Necrotic bones grow back, and this process is naturally painful and unbearable for ordinary people.

However, he was once a peak-level powerhouse of Guwu Master, and he suffered the pain of being abolished in his cultivation base and disability of his legs. This pain was nothing to him.

I saw Zhang Chenhai's face flushed, but he didn't say a word, making Zhang Yi secretly admired.

A strong will is the most important quality of a cultivator. Only by being able to endure hardship and endure the pain can it be possible to climb to the pinnacle of cultivation.

"Huh? Father's roots are pretty good!"

In the process of helping his father refine the pill, Zhang Yi deliberately probed his father's roots and bones.

Although the meridians were abolished, he could still see his father's roots and bones, which was even better than Xia Fenghuang.

You know, Xia Fenghuang's talents are placed in the middle-sized sects of the cultivation world, and they are also the seed geniuses to be cultivated.

And Zhang Chenhai's talent is considered superior among the large sects in the cultivation world.

"Yes, not bad. When my father's leg injury is cured, and supplemented with the baptism of various spirit pills such as the marrow pill, my father's aptitude can be even higher. Compared with the top geniuses of the large sects in the cultivation world, it is not much better! "

Zhang Yi was secretly delighted that although the earth is in the Age of Doom, there are geniuses with excellent roots among hundreds of millions of human beings, but many of them have not been discovered.

The top geniuses of those large sects are considered very good even from the eyes of the Supreme King.

This is an unexpected joy. Under Zhang Yi's guidance, Zhang Chenhai will definitely be able to fly into the sky, even if he is placed in the vast world of cultivation, he can achieve the status of a giant.

The whole process lasted for a full two hours. After all, new bones were grown, that is, there is a superb pill like Yugu Pill, and Zhang Yi's help, otherwise how could such a miraculous thing be in just two hours? Finished within.

"My leg... unexpectedly, unexpectedly... really good? Hahaha..."

Zhang Chenhai slowly stood up from the sofa, his face full of vicissitudes was full of ecstasy, and his whole body was trembling with excitement, crying and laughing again.

See pitifully, how much he has suffered and how much pressure he has endured over the years.

From the once shining martial arts genius to the prominent young master of the Zhang family, to being framed, his cultivation was abolished, and his legs were mutilated, that is, Zhang Chenhai, a person with a tough mind. Otherwise, it would be early to change to someone else. Can't bear to commit suicide.

"Chen Hai...really good, really good!"

Lin Yunhui also cried with joy, holding her husband and crying bitterly.

During the years when Zhang Chenhai was disabled, she was the only one responsible for the housework and also for Zhang Yi to go to school. I don't know how much hardship she suffered and how many crimes she suffered.

Now the husband finally stood up, as if the mountain that gave her peace of mind was back.

"Uncle! Congratulations on your standing up again!"

Song Yuyao was also full of joy, smiling with tears in the corners of her eyes.

The story of her parents did not avoid her. After listening to the story of Zhang Chenhai and his wife, she also felt angry, upset, and sad for them.

"Dad! Congratulations!" Zhang Yi smiled and looked at his crying father, a big man, crying like this with excitement. One can imagine the suffering he suffered.

"Haha! Son! Thank you! Thank you..."

Zhang Chenhai excitedly gave Zhang Yi a bear hug, and couldn't help but feel proud. He gave birth to a good son! Even at this moment, his resentment towards the Zhang family has faded a lot.

What Zhang family, what noble background, what Zhang family heir status, is less than the happiness of family reunion.

That night, Lin Yunhui made a sumptuous table of wine and dishes to celebrate Zhang Chenhai's recovery from her leg injury. Song Yuyao was also helping in the kitchen. Regardless of her family's good conditions, she was not the kind of pampered daughter.

Because Song Tianhai started from scratch, was born as a poor man in his early years, and had strict education for his daughter, Song Yuyao did not have that kind of princess disease. Instead, he was very virtuous and could do everything.

This made Lin Yunhui smile, and she was a hundred satisfied with this future daughter-in-law.

Because when she first saw Song Yuyao, Lin Yunhui thought that she was a pampered eldest lady, she probably hadn't suffered much, but she didn't expect her to be so capable.

"Son! The surprise you brought back to my mom, my mom really likes it! You see you will graduate from college in one year, so let's just get married before that time!"

Lin Yunhui pulled Zhang Yixu, and their family had been dim all these years, and it was so difficult to usher in such a happy event. Naturally, she couldn't wait.

Song Yuyao made a big red face, lowered her head and slurred without saying a word, but her eyes were full of sweetness.

She was also very happy to be affirmed by Zhang Yi's parents.

"Mom! We are still young, don't worry about this!"

Zhang Yi glanced at Song Yuyao and said with a bitter smile.

There was another reason why he didn't want to stay at home in the previous life. That was that his mother was very nagging. Perhaps, this is the common problem of all women who are mothers.

But in this life, listening to his mother's nagging, Zhang Yi not only didn't feel annoying, but felt very satisfied in his heart.

"Why don't you worry? You young people are not popular nowadays...Will you get married after graduation?"

Lin Yunhui gave Zhang Yi a white look and said.

"Okay, Yun Hui, Yu Yao, this is the first time to visit our house. Don't scare the girls."

Seeing Zhang Yi's wry smile and speechless expression, Zhang Chenhai hurriedly stood up with a smile.

"Girl, don't mind, your aunt is like this, impatient!"

Then Zhang Chenhai smiled and said to Song Yuyao who was flushed.

"No uncles, aunts, it's good."

Song Yuyao shook her head repeatedly, pursing her lips and smiling.

In this way, Zhang Yi's family happily spent two days together.

After Zhang Chenhai's leg injury was cured, the next step was to help him set foot on the road of martial arts again.

The marrow pill has a miraculous effect that makes people reborn and can naturally heal the wounds of the meridians. This is a genuine marrow pill, exclusive to the cultivator, not the reduced version of the small marrow pill that was given to Song Tianhai last time. Dan is comparable.

Fortunately, I picked enough precious medicinal materials in the valley of Fengshan Town before. Every kind of medicinal material is placed in the secular world, which is hard to find. Otherwise, Zhang Yi wants to refine the real marrow pill. Unrealistic.

After reshaping the meridians, Zhang Yi naturally couldn't let his father practice the previous exercises, otherwise it would really waste this great talent.

"Ten Thousand Swords Jue", this is the peculiar school of the Heavenly Sword Sect in the cultivation world. It belongs to the heavenly practice. Although it is incomparable with Zhang Yi's Wang Jue, it can be regarded as the top in the whole cultivation world.

Zhang Chenhai used to be a master of swords, and he was also a metallic physique, so he was very suitable for cultivating this ten thousand sword art.

"Son! This is the inheritance of your teacher, you can't teach it indiscriminately!"

However, Zhang Chenhai was shocked, and solemnly refused.

He came from an ancient family of martial arts, and he knew the importance of the exercises. It was absolutely forbidden to spread it outside, otherwise he would be a big taboo.

"Dad! Don't worry, this exercise is not the inheritance of the master, but my master discovered it in a secret realm. You can practice with peace of mind!"

Zhang Yi had no choice but to make up an excuse temporarily.

It seems that lying is always not a good thing. Behind a lie, countless lies are needed. Unfortunately, there is no way. You can’t tell your father that you are born again. These techniques are all your son’s previous life. Zong, there are others who contribute.

In that way, Zhang Chenhai is afraid that he will directly send his son to a psychiatric hospital.

"Really?" Zhang Chenhai had some doubts, but in the end he chose to trust his son.

From the moment Zhang Yi came back, he knew that his son had undergone an unimaginable change, and his every move felt as if everything was under control.

He knows that his son will be the one who will do great things in the future, and he should have his own sense of what he does.

Wan Jian Jue, as a heaven-ranking technique, is naturally very advanced, but with Zhang Yi's guidance, Zhang Chenhai's own talent is also good, and it is not difficult to get started.

In just two or three days of effort, Zhang Chenhai broke through to the early stage of Qi training realm, which was equivalent to Ming Jin, but his true strength was comparable to that of Hua Jin masters.

Because the Ten Thousand Sword Art he cultivated is a heavenly technique. Looking at the entire earth, it is a legendary holy scripture. Nowadays, in the ancient martial arts world, many ancient martial artists practiced techniques that are not classified at all, even the top ten ancient martial arts. Aristocratic families, the top sects of the Zhenpai sect, I am afraid that at most they are only high-ranking people.

The ranks of the exercises are divided into three ranks: heaven, earth, and human. Each rank is subdivided into elementary, intermediate, and advanced.

In an environment of the end of the Dharma like the earth, where the inheritance is severed, there is really no such advanced technique.

For practitioners, the higher the level of cultivation technique, the stronger the strength, and the higher the level of challenge.

And Zhang Chenhai, who cultivated the Heaven-rank Cultivation Technique Wan Jian Jue, was placed in the ancient martial arts world where the cultivation system was declining, that was tantamount to throwing the wolf cub into the flock, no matter how young the wolf cub was, it was a wolf!

Therefore, Zhang Chenhai's current cultivation base is comparable to Huajin masters, and there is nothing wrong with it.

"Zhang Yi! You teach me to practice, I don't want to be a drag on you in the future!"

On this day, Song Yuyao suddenly said to Zhang Yi.

During this period of time, she also came into contact with a lot of information about ancient warriors, knowing that there are a group of people with superpowers in this world, and Zhang Yi is this type of people. Although she is Zhang Yi’s girlfriend, she always has a kind of The sense of distance, as if two people are not people in the same world at all.

So Song Yuyao was determined to cultivate, not to be able to surpass Zhang Yi, but to walk side by side with him, so that Zhang Yi would not have to solve everything.

"Of course! As long as you want! Come, let me see your roots!"

Originally, Zhang Yi also planned to ask Song Yuyao if he was willing to embark on the road of cultivation, but he did not expect the latter to take the initiative.

The foundation is the basic requirement to become a cultivator, and the physique determines how far one can go in cultivation.

"There is no root..."

Putting his hand on Song Yuyao’s wrist, Zhang Yi frowned suddenly after injecting a trace of spiritual power. Without roots, it meant that he did not even have the most basic talent for cultivation. Of course, with his methods, even without talent for cultivation Forcibly transforming into a genius, but that requires a lot of effort, even for him at the peak of his previous life, it is not a small burden!

But he wants to return to the peak state of the previous life, I am afraid that the year of the monkey is gone, and now, he can do nothing.

"Huh? No... how is it possible?"

Suddenly, Zhang Yi's face changed, and there was a hint of horror in his eyes.