The yellow millet porridge is cooked for a long time and exudes the natural and mellow smell of grain.

Cut a plate of pickles into extremely fine shreds, mix with small grind sesame oil, half inside and outside, it can attract people's taste buds.

In addition, there are pickled salted duck eggs with oil, large fillings, thin skin, delicious juice, and burnt and crispy fried dough sticks that have just been out of the pan.

He Zhiyu, Lin Weiyao, and Chen Wuxian sat around the table and enjoyed the food in front of them.

Lin Weiyao was the first to finish eating. She was satisfied and put down the bowl and chopsticks. She laughed and said to He Zhiyu, "Today, we are still going shopping."

This was so hard that the fish's ears were sore, but his legs became sore first.

"If you don't go, I have to do my homework today!" He Zhiyu flatly refused.

"You have graduated, what homework do you have?" Lin Wei narrowed his eyes.

He Zhiyu looked at the right light, "I'm fine to practice. It's the years of struggle, how can I waste my time!"

Lin Wei and Yao put their hands on their hips and were about to get angry.

Chen Wuxian coughed from the side, with the spirit of a senior brother, and said in a deep voice, "He Zhiyu is right! Xiao Yao, you have been too lazy recently."

"What's your business?" Lin Weiyao raised her chin and snorted coldly.

"I am your senior brother, so I should supervise you." Chen Wuxian said proudly.

"I don't listen or not, I'm chanting the scriptures." Lin Weiyao shook his head, looking arrogant, "You go to the teacher to sue me."

Master Rong Yuan’s absence made Lin Weiyao very arrogant.

Chen Wuxian said seriously, "There is no need to complain. The teacher said before that you have a life object and you will have to take the exam in two days. I believe you will personally confirm it when you come back this time. Then, you will be punished."

Lin Weiyao was stunned.

When there was a life object, she was happy for a moment, and she didn't even have a good name, and her cultivation was seriously lagging behind.

"He Zhiyu, I can't go shopping with you today. Chen Wuxian, please help me practice." Lin Weiyao said quickly.

He Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are you calling me?" Chen Wuxian asked coldly with a look of tranquility.

"Senior brother, help me practice." Lin Weiyao changed his appearance to a cute and charming look, and said with a smile on Chen Wuxian's arm.

"This is almost the same. Since I have finished eating, let's go." Chen Wuxian stood up and left gracefully.

Lin Weiyao grimaced at He Zhiyu and chased after him.

He Zhiyu looked at the backs of the two of them with a funny look, drank the remaining porridge in his bowl, and then he remembered that he had not yet told them about his life.

In fact, it is best not to mention things like life objects to anyone, even if they are close friends, they should not be allowed.

After all, if you reveal information and are known to others, it will be very detrimental to you.

Master Rong Yuan warned this.

But these three people seem to have no such concerns.

"Forget it, it's not too late to show off my life when I look back and figure out my magical life."

He Zhiyu helped Aunt Yue clean up the table and planned not to go out today, so she would study her life matter thoroughly.

Although the most urgent thing he is to make money right now, four days have passed this month, and the number of 50,000 Lingbi in his pocket is still far from that of the 50,000 Lingbi. He can't explain it to Mr. Rong Yuan when he looks back.

But if he didn't understand his life, He Zhiyu always felt itchy and had no intention of doing other things.

After helping Aunt Yue, before returning to the room, He Zhiyu started practicing in a corner of the courtyard.

Yesterday I went shopping with Lin Weiyao. I was so tired and lazy. Today I have no reason not to exercise.

After some warm-up, He Zhiyu began to stretch.

Spirituals use spiritual energy to nourish all meridians and to cleanse the muscles and marrow, which can transform the body layer by layer. Needless to say, flexibility is not a problem, and no movement is a problem.

He Zhiyu's cultivation level is only at first level, so he naturally cannot reach the point of transformation, but making his body flexible is far beyond ordinary people, and it is no problem to easily make a word-of-one Malaysia.

After stretching, how could the fish start practicing boxing? The moves are simple and unpretentious, but the tiger is full of wind and looks very powerful.

But after a few moves, there were only a few moves.

This is also the only martial arts that Mr. Rong Yuan taught him. When he was a child, He Zhiyu helped Chen Wuxian stand out and was beaten up by a group of seniors every day. After his nose and face were blue and swollen every day, Rong Yuan taught him, and he didn't even have a name.

He Zhiyu gave him a self-proclaimed name - Zhanquan.

How could I know that fish fights all over the years?

He practiced these few moves no less than twenty times a day, and has practiced them for more than ten years.

Now that he was swinging a punch, the fist came to his mind and controlled the force freely. He could even shake the leaves from one foot away from the tree stump.

This is not spiritual energy, but unexpected fist display.

After practicing boxing, He Zhiyu felt his whole body smooth and turned back to the room.

After arriving at the room, he was impatient to summon his life, "Xiaobai."

[Xiaobai] is the name He Zhiyu gave his life. If the person in the dream knew about it, he might have angrily slammed his pen.

Little do they know that Yu is just implementing the two sentences he gave him, "do as he wants" and "all things are for me."

He Zhiyu gave him a very casual name.

When the notebook appeared in He Zhiyu's hand, it vibrated slightly, as if it was unwilling to be the boss of Xiaobai, but he pinched his nose and recognized it.

Because He Zhiyu also chose many other names for him, such as "book", "adult book", "invincible flip"...

Just "Xiaobai" is quite memorable.

How could I know the fish's life object, I accepted my fate.

"Very good, you have a name now, let's communicate." He Zhiyu sat on the bed, looking at his life with his eyes shining, "Come on, tell dad, what are your abilities?"

Xiaobai Wufeng automatically turned on the cover and turned to the first page.

On the first page, He Zhiyu drew the Lingbi he once held, worth one thousand, which is also the greatest value of Lingbi he has ever received.

When He Zhiyu's eyes fell, he saw a faint ink word floating on the page, "Tear."

He Zhiyu was surprised and puzzled.

He did not expect that life objects could communicate with him in this way, at least he would not have to fumble around himself.

As for the word "tear", was he asking him to tear off this page?

Before, He Zhiyu would not dare to destroy his life without authorization.

Now that he received the instructions, he carefully tore off the page.

The paper pages with Lingbi were drawn suddenly turned into bright lights, and He Zhiyu suddenly felt a tiny whirlwind appearing in his palm, sucking all the bright lights towards the center.

Before he could come back to his senses, he had a spiritual bi radiant radiant in his hand.

That spiritual bi worth thousands!

"Damn!"

He Zhiyu almost jumped up as he looked at the Lingbi in his hand.

Can you create anything if you draw it?

"Is this the rhythm of fairy tales coming true?!" He Zhiyu repeatedly looked at the Lingbi in his hand, and it was indeed true!

"I'm rich!"
Chapter completed!