Zhao Ding was excited and rushed back to Shengong City as quickly as possible.
The Mohist saint is currently in Shengong City.
Because Zhao Ding had promised the Mohist saint before that he could invite Ye Qingyun to treat him.
So the Mohist saint was asked to wait in Shengong City.
And at this moment.
Zhao Ding returned to Shengong City holding the half bowl of chicken soup.
"Here comes the chicken soup!"
Zhao Ding was so excited that he quickly walked into the main hall of Shengong City with chicken soup.
The elders of Shengong City all looked at Zhao Ding in shock.
I was wondering why Zhao Ding came in with a bowl of chicken soup?
What's happening here?
Didn't you say that you would invite Mr. Ye?
"Ancestor!"
Zhao Ding walked quickly to the Mohist saint, his face full of excitement.
The Mohist saint looked at the half bowl of chicken soup in Zhao Ding's hand, with a look of confusion on his face.
"Zhao Ding, what are you doing?"
"Ancestor, this is the chicken soup I brought back from Taixuan Mansion. It is the leftovers from Ye Gaoren's consumption!"
Zhao Ding said quickly.
Upon hearing this, everyone in the Mo family present was stunned.
Everyone looked at Zhao Ding blankly.
And the Mohist saint's expression suddenly froze.
He looked at Zhao Ding and the half bowl of chicken soup in his hand with incredible eyes.
"Ancestor!"
Zhao Ding had not yet felt the strange atmosphere in the hall, so he continued.
"Hurry up and drink this half bowl of chicken soup, and the poison in the ancestor's body will be easily eliminated!"
Mohist sage ""
He glanced at Zhao Ding, who looked expectant.
He looked at the half bowl of chicken soup in Zhao Ding's hand and thought that Zhao Ding was already old, so he wouldn't have been deceived, right?
"Zhao Ding, you should also know that I haven't eaten for tens of thousands of years. This chicken soup."
The Mohist saint frowned and said.
"Ancestor, please don't underestimate this chicken soup!"
Seeing that the ancestor of the Mo family was still hesitant, Zhao Ding immediately became anxious.
"This is what Ye Gaoren left for you, ancestor, specifically. It has incredible mystery and can definitely resolve the yin and yang in the body for ancestor!"
The Mohist saint still didn't believe it.
Just half a bowl of chicken soup?
Can you resolve your own yin and yang qi?
Who believes it?
It's so easy
If so, who will practice in the future?
Wouldn’t it be over if you just stay at home and make chicken soup every day?
However, the senior officials of Shengong City present believed in Zhao Ding.
"Ancestor, if this is really Ye Gaoren's chicken soup, then I'm afraid it's really something extraordinary."
"Yes, ancestor, that Master Ye is unfathomable. We have all seen it with our own eyes."
"Then Master Ye is most likely an immortal coming to the world. Ancestor should not underestimate him."
Seeing that everyone was speaking out one after another, the Mohist saint also hesitated a little.
He and Ye Qingyun didn't know each other, and they only met once when they were in the Scarlet Blood Ancient Plains.
At that time, his attention was all on Qilin Blood, and he never paid much attention to Ye Qingyun.
Most of what we know about Ye Qingyun is based on various rumors.
Therefore, this Mohist saint did not know exactly what kind of existence Ye Qingyun was.
"Ancestor, I, Zhao Ding, guarantee with my life that this chicken soup will definitely work!!!"
Zhao Ding's tone was extremely firm.
He is one of the people who has the most confidence in Ye Qingyun.
When Ye Qingyun came to Shengong City, it was Zhao Ding who seized the opportunity and allowed Ye Qingyun to leave a great opportunity in Shengong City.
The entire Shengong City benefited from this.
Therefore, Zhao Ding had great trust in Ye Qingyun.
"Oh well."
Seeing Zhao Ding being so determined, the Mohist saint was also a little helpless.
"That's all, it's just a bowl of chicken soup. It won't do any harm if you drink it. It's just useless at most."
The Mohist sage secretly said in his heart.
He took the half bowl of chicken soup and smelled it first.
Although it's cold, it's still quite fragrant.
Under the expectant gaze of everyone, the Mohist saint took a sip first.
"Um?"
This small mouthful made the Mohist saint stunned.
"This chicken soup is obviously cold, but why is it warm after entering the mouth?"
Not only that.
The delicious taste of the chicken soup burst out in the mouth of the Mohist saint.
It was like a warm current spread out from the mouth and spread throughout the body in an instant.
The Mohist saint, who was originally a little depressed, suddenly felt that his whole person was on edge.
The Mohist saint took two more sips.
My body felt hot, but the most important thing was the taste of this chicken soup.
It's really wonderful.
The Mohist saint, who had not eaten the fireworks of the world for many years, felt that most of his life had been in vain.
Chapter completed!