Looking at Li Qinglian waking up as she smelled her nose, Chen Weiming felt it was ridiculous and thought to himself, could it be that the strong man had returned to his natural state when he reached his level, and he did not have the enlightenment of a cultivator.

But what is the enlightenment of a monk? It seems that it is hard to explain clearly.

There was not much time wasted, so Chen Weiming went straight to the point: "You know what the road to heavenly tribulation is."

"Hmm?" Li Qinglian seemed to have not woken up yet, her eyes were blurred. She looked at Chen Weiming for a while before she shook her head, and then looked carefully before she confirmed it. She covered her forehead: "Why can you see you when you wake up recently? Shouldn't you leave?"

"I was leaving, I had something to look for you, so I'm back!" Chen Weiming smiled and repeated again: "You should know what the road to heavenly tribulation is."

"Of course!" Li Qinglian casually condensed a handful of water and touched her face: "The so-called practice is hardship. The more you get through, the more you gain, and the greater your achievements will naturally be. In fact, the so-called path of heavenly disaster is to allow practitioners to practice from a comfortable environment to a miserable environment."

"And the heavenly tribulation itself has the ability to temper the body, cut off hair and cleanse the marrow, and transform the body. If you can survive the path of heavenly tribulation, you will naturally become stronger. Many people are wrong. What is strong is not the path of heavenly tribulation, but actually the bearer himself."

Chen Weiming smiled again: "I'm not interested in the practice inside, but I want the reward this time. Nine-turn Golden Pill... By the way, aren't you the power of fortune? I have a friend who was seriously injured. Can you help me?"

"No!" Li Qinglian shook her head without hesitation: "I think I've already known you enough last time. I don't want to get involved in your affairs. To be honest, if it weren't for the Three-Foot Sword, I wouldn't even help you."

"It is undeniable that you are all separated from order, but in my opinion, the Three-foot sword is order, and neither you nor Donghuang Taiyi are. You are the living beings. If you have to talk about contact, you are better like... the children of order. Because of order, I can help you, but I really don't want to help others."

It’s not that I can’t save it, but that I don’t want to save it... This is what Li Qinglian means, Chen Weiming couldn’t help but frown: “Our side is not evil.”

"If you just use good and evil to indicate your position..." Li Qinglian looked at Chen Weiming and shook her head: "In my eyes, you are evil. I have not helped the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth to deal with you, but I am actually very neutral."

"I have said, don't regard me as a kind of person just because I am an immortal now. To be honest, in my eyes, there is not much difference between creatures and animals in the world... and you are only a relatively special animal."

Before Chen Weiming refuted, Du Kang, who was beside him, snorted: "What's the point of you who are dependent on me as a livestock? Crops? How can you be better than others? Otherwise, I'll make lotus seed wine?"

The atmosphere was a little awkward, but Du Kang's words made Chen Weiming and Li Qinglian laugh.

He was not worried about this anymore, Chen Weiming said directly: "Since you don't want to help my friend, then help me. I want to go to the road of heavenly tribulation to fight for the Nine-Turn Golden Pill, but you know the situation there. Since the Sanchi Sword said that I would like to help me protect the Tao, how about protecting me once?"

Li Qinglian frowned: "It's said it's protecting the Tao, but it's not like this. I just protect you from being strangled in the seedling stage, but if you go to death yourself, I'm too lazy to care."

Chen Weiming thought for a moment, as if he had made a great decision, and said, "Help me help me this time, and I will do something for you." He thought Li Qinglian's personality was very strange. If he begged, it would be useless and he could only use other methods.

"You help me?" Li Qinglian was stunned and then laughed: "What can you help me? You can't make wine, and you can't beat me even if you fight. I'm not interested in the rest."

"I'm helping you, of course you are interested in it!" Chen Weiming said: "There are two kinds of wine that Du Kang cannot make. The heroic blood you mentioned yourself, and... it can be called Donghuang's tears!"

My daughter is popular all over the world, but since that jar is special, it should have a special name. Donghuang's life is strong, and the wine that can make him cry is also good.

Li Qinglian's practice is artistic conception, and what is pursued is also artistic conception. These two jars of wine may not be much different from others. Because of these historical and heroic renderings, the artistic conception becomes different.

Du Kang is the best winemaker in the world, but not all wines can be brewed. He has never experienced these things, so it is impossible for him to give Li Qinglian a decent artistic conception.

"Tears of Donghuang!"

When Li Qinglian heard the name, her eyes lit up. She clearly saw saliva flowing out of the corner of her mouth, but she was sucked in by him in an instant.

"That's right!" Chen Weiming nodded: "According to historical records, the God of War is not fighting. If you asked him to drink this wine before, he would definitely not refuse. But now... you must know. If the wine was held in the gully of his chest, I don't think you can convince a...the ferocious beast to take out his things to share with you, even if you are the power of creation."

And it is a ferocious beast that only swallows in his heart, which is even more terrifying than Taotie.

Thinking of the God of War and the time seal that began to loosen, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly. It was a potential disaster and he might have to face it soon. After comprehending the way of evolution, he could infer that unless Fuxi went further, the power of time would have no effect on the God of War.

Li Qinglian seemed to remember something and sighed: "Can you just do it?"

"I can't!" Chen Weiming said: "But I can go and help you get Donghuang's tears... I believe you can't get it, otherwise you would have gone long ago. Donghuang Taiyi was disdainful of the so-called gods in the early days of the prehistoric era, let alone you, the innate god at the beginning of the universe."

Li Qinglian did not deny it, just watched and waited for the following.

Chen Weiming continued: "But I can, my relationship with Donghuang Taiyi is very special. Unlike the Three-Piece Sword, Donghuang Taiyi and Chen Pan are very special. I have seen him, and he also helped me, and Acao's relationship. If that jar of wine is still there, I will definitely get it for you."

"This is not a request, it is a transaction. Please help me, I will help you. Don't say that you can get the wine first and then, I have no time."

Li Qinglian pressed her hand on her forehead and rubbed it for a long time before she finally made a major decision and nodded, "This time, there's no future."

"no problem!"

Chen Weiming was overjoyed and asked Chen Pan in the Pangu axe seal: "What if Donghuang Taiyi doesn't give it?"

This idea can be said to be the two of them thought together.

Chen Pan sneered: "Why does Li Qinglian only recognize the three-foot sword? Do you know? Because of her similar tempers. Such people are just cheap bones. The more you beg him, the less he will miss you."

"This kind of person is also pretentious. He doesn't know what the daughter Hong tastes like. If Donghuang Taiyi doesn't give it, just find him a jar, and it's fine to have a special taste. Could he still go to Donghuang Taiyi and ask if it's true?"

I paused for a moment and talked to myself again.
Chapter completed!