The Earth Conquers All Worlds

"Hello, President!"

"This is the first time I have seen you."

...

"Hello, I am also honored."

Zhao Shi and Yang Qiushui walked through the courtyard, and the people along the way looked at them with restraint and excitement. Zhao Shi also responded earnestly one by one, not because of their status and their fragile lives of less than a hundred years.

The people around are very mixed, ranging from boys in their 70s to 80s to teenagers. They have experienced the cruel society of the Fire Lotus Region more than 40 years ago and are very grateful to Zhao Shi who changed all this.

Behind the courtyard is the main house, traditional wooden style, low-key and elegant decoration, very stylish, without the vulgarity of nouveau riche.

Zhao Shi swept the house and captured the situation inside.

It was Zhao Dali who was served on the bed. He looked very old.

Deep wrinkles grew on his face, even his eyes were covered, leaving only a trace of gaps, muddy and dim, and when he saw Zhao Shi, he instantly regained his glamour and returned to light.

There were more than ten people around, and their status seemed not low, but Zhao Shi only swept past an old man who could vaguely see the beauty of his youth and an old man in his 60s and 70s, who was curled up and dodged his eyes.

Zhao Dali’s wife and son seem to be sixty-two years old and they are also elderly. Standing with Zhao Shi is like an old man and his grandson.

Zhao Shi bowed slightly to meet Zhao Dali’s excited eyes: "I heard that you want to see me, so I came."

There is a gentle smile on his face, and his movements are meticulous, without any disrespect.

The look in Zhao Dali's eyes quickly dimmed, and he said bitterly: "It's been sixty-seven years. You are still like this. I don't understand it. It's just some beating and scolding when you were a child. Why do you still refuse to forgive me for so many years, Dongyuan City Slum All the parents inside educated their sons like this."

The voice was faint and intermittent, and some parts were still blurred, but Zhao Shi, who possessed spiritual knowledge, could hear it clearly.

"Perhaps it is a different outlook on life." Zhao Shi calmly said: "But this does not affect our relationship. Not everyone in the world can get along happily, so you don't have to force it."

The light in Zhao Dali's eyes became even dim, leaving only a faint trace.

Is this the case with martial arts powerhouses?

Family affection is nothing important in his eyes. His own death is like the withering of a flower on the roadside to him. It often happens, and even a wave of it has not been caused.

If he didn't take the Chulanxing college entrance examination back then, and stayed in Dongyuan City to enter the factory after graduating from high school, would it be better than now?

Zhao Dali's muddy eyes moistened, and he vaguely remembered what he looked like more than sixty years ago. At that time, they depended on each other for fate. He was very well-behaved and sensible, not worrying at all, and his results were the best in the neighborhood.

"Master..." Seeing that Zhao Dali's spirit is getting weaker and weaker, but he refuses to speak, the grandmother by the bed shows an anxious look and pushes his hand.

She is more than ten years younger than Zhao Dali, and the female life expectancy is relatively longer. Now she looks pretty tough.

"Rong Xiu, Wuer..." Zhao Dali reluctantly raised a little spirit, and said to Zhao Shi: "I want to beg you for something."

"Please say, if it complies with national laws and regulations, I will try my best to do it."

Zhao Wu, who was already in his 60s and 70s, shrank.

He was very domineering when he first came to the Fire Lotus Region, colluding with corrupt officials and doing a lot of things, and his fate was also miserable. He was imprisoned for more than 20 years and was released recently.

In his opinion, his eldest brother is almost ghostly, cold and ruthless, and he refuses to talk about any affection.

"I have no chance in my life. I want Wu'er to become a true Qi martial artist, and to extend his life for another two hundred years. I also want to make the Zhao family's Wuer family wealthy from generation to generation, and the blood will never be extinct, just like those aristocratic families. It's the same as a big man." Zhao Dali's eyes were full of hope and pleading.

He is a traditional federate, and he regards blood as the continuation of his own life. It is not surprising to have this notion, and he knows that Zhao Shi can definitely do it, and he only needs a meaning to go on without any effort.

Zhao Wu and his mother showed longing and looked at Zhao Shi anxiously.

"The first one, Zhao Wu advances to the True Qi Realm..." Zhao Shi's divine consciousness scanned Zhao Wu's body and divine soul in detail.

Innate martial artist peak, but already sixty-two years old, his body is aging, there is almost no potential at all, his understanding of martial arts is also extremely poor, even a firm heart to martial arts, never ceaseless tempering.

Zhao Wu flushed and lowered his head.

He and the king are brothers, but he is like a reptile under the sun, and he has no place to be proud of.

Zhao Shi pondered: "I will give Zhao Wu a Feitian-level resources and related counseling. Whether he can advance to the ranks depends on him. Martial arts can't do anything to others."

Zhao Wu was extremely disappointed.

On his own, he does not have any confidence, even if the resources are exceptionally sufficient.

"What about the Zhao family's wealth from generation to generation?" Zhao Dali asked nonchalantly.

He would never believe that a king couldn't help an innate martial artist to advance. It was nothing but a huge price.

But he knew that Zhao Shi didn't have much feelings for him, so he could only be patient.

"This is absolutely impossible."

Zhao Shi said indifferently: "There is nothing inherently high or low. Everyone should stand on the same starting line and become a powerful martial artist with their own efforts, talents, and luck."

"Then what use do I want you?!" Zhao Dali couldn't help it anymore, roaring, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, and coughing: "I gave birth to you, raised you, you owe me, you must do this !"

"If you don't agree to me, I won't look down on you, you unfilial son!"

The people around were silent.

It is rare for a king to be so reprimanded.

"It seems that our values ​​are different and we can't communicate." Zhao Shi calmly got up and walked out: "Thank you very much for meeting you in the endless universe for a while. Now is the time to say goodbye."

Gorgeous porcelain can only be obtained through countless laborious refining processes, but to break it only requires a light push to the ground.

Equality of all is an important part of the path of the sea of ​​blood. Only by relying on this principle can we absorb the best talents of all races from the heavens and all realms and jointly promote the progress of the road of blood sea.

This is an iron principle, and anyone who tries to undermine this principle will be hit mercilessly by him.

Not to mention Zhao Dali, even if the biological parents are here, it is useless.

Blood kinship is not a reason to deprive others of their dreams. Everyone in the world is an independent individual. There is mutual obligation to support and provide for the elderly. This must be so, but only for this.

"Nizi...cough cough...you can't die..."

Behind him came Zhao Dali’s constant anger and increasingly serious coughing, and finally gradually fainted and disappeared.