When Mr. Hongzhu met Jing Rulin, he made up his mind that he would let his old friend take Honglin as his disciple and pass on his skills.

Mr. Hongzhu knew very well that Jing Rulin was not as talented as he and Hongdanqing, and had no practical experience or ability.

After all, their family has been practicing medicine for generations, and there are only a few martial arts and source skills in the family, and they cannot be included in the market.

Jing Rulin is an old figure in the Jing family. He has a high seniority in the Jing family and is unparalleled.

Jing Rulin is proficient in all the inherited martial arts, source skills, and secrets of the Jing family... His super high cultivation level is even more despised by the world. Mr. Hongzhu thought, if Honglin could become Jing Rulin and practice with Jing Rulin for ten or half years, then he would no longer have to worry that Honglin would be bullied in the future...

But unfortunately, things went against my wishes. Even though it was taught by Jing Rulin, Honglin had no intention of embarking on the path of cultivation.

Hong Danqing saw that his and his father's plan failed, and looked at the slightly awkward atmosphere, and hurriedly stood up to smooth things over.

"By the way, Alin, the young man sent by the Cheng clan family today, I just saw you having a great time chatting with him and Cheng Feier. Do you know each other?"

The problem of Hongdanqing not only made Honglin slightly stunned, but even Mr. Hongzhu and Jing Rulin were very interested in turning their eyes to Honglin. Similarly, they were also very interested in the young man who shined today.

Especially Mr. Hongzhu, this young man made him pay for a Jiuyang Crimsonia for nothing. This was the dowry he prepared for Honglin...

Honglin was stunned at first when she listened to her father's question, and then replied with a hint:

"Yeah, get to know some."

"He should not be a disciple of the Cheng clan, who is he?"

"He is indeed not a disciple of the Cheng clan, he is... he is Zhao Zilong." After hesitating for a moment, Honglin answered truthfully.

"Zhao Zilong? Zhao Zilong from the Zhao clan family?" Hong Danqing asked.

Honglin nodded slightly, unable to deny it.

Looking at Honglin's agreement, Mr. Hongzhu and Hongdanqing looked at each other with their eyes and nodded thoughtfully.

"It turned out to be this kid..."

At this time, Jing Rulin was puzzled and asked curiously:

"Zhao Zilong from the Zhao clan family?"

Looking at Jing Rulin's puzzled look, Mr. Hongzhu hurriedly explained to him:

"Old man Jing, you have never heard of the world for many years. You may have never heard of the rumors about this child. Zhao Zilong is a "celebrity" in the Central Plains."

"Oh, why, he, a middle-level fourth-level kid, has he done anything great?" Jing Rulin asked with interest.

"I almost started a clan war between the Zhao clan family and the Qing clan family, alarming the four emperors and the Baidi. Is this a big deal?"

"He actually has this ability?"

"He killed the second young master of the Qing family back then, and the Qing family asked him to pay his life. Zhao Jinming did not hesitate to use the whole clan to protect it. The two families had a bad relationship, and this matter became the fuse. It is said that before the Four Emperors and Baidi intervened, the masters of the Qing family came out and came from the eastern part of the Central Plains to the western part of the Central Plains, and they were really going to fight." Mr. Hongzhu explained.

"It's not the Qing family that kills people," Jing Rulin replied lightly.

And at this moment, Honglin suddenly spoke up to defend Zilong:

"The Second Young Master Qing was not killed by Zhao Zilong!"

Everyone was surprised when they heard the sound and threw puzzled eyes at Honglin.

"Alin, do you know something?" Hong Danqing asked.

Honglin hesitated for a moment, then nodded heavily.

In fact, Honglin has always had some doubts about Zilong's killing of the second young master Qing.

Shortly after the incident happened, Honglin, as Bo Yiao's childhood friend, had once cried to her.

Bo Yiao said that Zilong accidentally drove the second son of Qing to the cliff to protect her from being bullied by Qing's second son.

Later, in Shetuo City, when facing what happened that year, whether it was Bo Yiao, Zhao Zilong and others, they kept silent. When Zilong was facing what Qing Shi'an said, Honglin was always worried.

At that time, Zilong said to Qing Shi'an:

"When it comes to settlement, Qing Shi'ang, I don't owe you anything, but you owe me an arm!"

Honglin thought this sentence was very strange at the time. Although she had not been in contact for a long time, Honglin believed in Zilong's character. Under that situation, Zilong was unlikely to be full of nonsense. Zilong said that he did not owe Qing Shi'an anything. Honglin was thinking at the time, would there be something else in the matter back then?

After that day's incident, after Zilong and Qing Shi'ang signed a life-and-death contract and left She Tuocheng, by chance, Honglin met Bo Yiao's younger brother who was drunk alone in a tavern, Bo Wuao, who was defeated by Zilong.

Honglin and Bo Yiao are young, so they are naturally very familiar with his younger brother Bo Wuao. Seeing this, Honglin sat down and talked with Bo Wuao.

Honglin originally thought that Bo Wuao was depressed because she lost to Zilong in the ring battle, so she wanted to enlighten Bo Wuao, but what Honglin didn't expect was that Bo Wuao spoke after being drunk and revealed everything that happened to Honglin.

It turned out that Zilong just knocked down the Second Young Master Qing back then. The real murderer who killed the Second Young Master Qing was actually Bo Yiao!

It was the stone that Bo Yiao raised that smashed the already dizzy second young master Qing under the cliff... In order to protect Bo Yiao, Zilong took all the blame on himself and carried the bad reputation of killing the second young master Qing...

After Honglin learned the news, she was so shocked that she couldn't speak.

Honglin thought in a daze in her heart, it turns out that for so many years, Zilong helped Bo Yiao take this huge blame, causing him to become the sinner of the Zhao clan...

Honglin suddenly realized that no wonder she had told Zilong about Bo Yiao's change of heart, Zilong cried so sadly, so painful and despair.

The so-called love is the ultimate, the ultimate sorrow is the ultimate truth, the deep pain is no wonder...

And just in the most dangerous time, when Zilong was almost dead, and after Zilong was rescued by Old Lady Cheng... Zilong did not mention a single word about what happened that year.

Honglin couldn't help but sigh, what a strong inner and responsibleness this should be. Although everything he loved had changed, he was still him, and he was still the one who stood up and had a clear conscience.

And at that moment, Honglin's favorability for Zilong rose twice.

Honglin was thinking at the time that if there was a man who could do this for her, the sky fell and the earth fell and supported her, and for her, she was willing to become a sinner of the clan, swallowing all the bitter tears into her stomach... How great would it be... Then she would not turn a blind eye to such a person like Bo Yiao. She would spend the rest of her life silently waiting for this person, supporting this person, and loving this person...

...

After a moment of ideological struggle, Honglin finally decided to say everything she knew. Anyway, there were no outsiders here.

"Actually, that thing happened back then..."

...

...

Listening to Honglin's story, Jing Rulin, Mr. Hongzhu, and Hongdanqing were all slightly shocked.

I saw Jing Rulin smiled and said with three points of admiration in his words:

"A very good boy, I like it very much."

"Of course, I prefer the Nine Yang Crimson Ginseng that he helped me win." As he said that, Jing Rulin did not forget to smile and glance at Mr. Hongzhu.

Looking at Jing Rulin's slightly proud look, Mr. Hongzhu turned him white, and then said angrily:

"I don't like it if you like it. This kid owe me a Nine Yang Crimson Ginseng!"

Listening to the conversation between Jing Rulin and Mr. Hongzhu, Hong Danqing and Honglin were stunned, but the two of them had different concerns.

"What's going on? My father's Nine Yang Xuan Ginseng lost to Senior Jing Rulin? Isn't that Arlene's dowry..." Hong Danqing muttered silently in her heart.

"What's going on? When did Zilong owe grandpa a Nine Yang Crispianus? Grandpa really doesn't like Zilong, right..." Honglin muttered silently in his heart.

...

On the other side, Zilong dived directly into the alley after leaving the Hongye Pavilion, followed the ghost's guidance and searched for the nearby underground Danfang.

"Ghost, what are we going to buy at the underground alchemy shop?" Zilong asked Ghost curiously as he walked.

"Going to the underground alchemy shop is naturally to buy elixirs. We need to prepare some essential elixirs to practice in the dandala." The ghost replied truthfully.

"What elixir?"

"Ice and Fire Pill, Insect and Toxic Pill, Miasma Removal Pill, Heart Protection Pill, By the way, there are still hundreds of escapes."

Listening to the names of a large string of elixirs that Ghost said, Zilong frowned slightly and asked in confusion:

"It's so much! Also, what is the use of Baiyu?"

"You will know what Baiyusan is used for then. I just want to say that if it weren't for the fact that we had Huitiancao, the first batch of Huitianshui would have been born in about twenty days. We would have to prepare at least three additional life-saving pills."

Zilong swallowed and asked in a low voice:

“Is there…is it that exaggerated?”

"Of course, the source energy of the heaven and earth in the dala is still rich. There are many strange flowers, plants, trees and rare monsters living there. They are the extra lands of heaven and earth treasures. They are very suitable for low-level monks like you to practice. Therefore, there are many cultivators who go to the dala to practice every year.

But the environment there is extremely harsh and the climate is also fickle. All kinds of inconspicuous insects, flowers, plants, and monsters may be deadly existences. It is a famous place of death. Do you know how many cultivators will die in the Dala every year?"

"How many?"

"Ten thousand, and these deaths are not man-made, almost all of them were killed by the harsh conditions there. Even if you have the blood of the Hok and the blood of the dragon, be careful, because the cultivation I arranged for you is more ruthless than ordinary monks, hehe." The ghost said at the end and did not forget to sneer a slightly gloomy sneer.
Chapter completed!