Chapter 750 Miaoyin, we have a child
"Emperor, have you forgotten? Haotian Peak is a towering mountain within the jurisdiction of Bixia Palace. This mountain has your name engraved on the cliff. It got its name from the taboo name.
"It is said that the handwriting has a history of 20,000 years and was left by an immortal. It contains the true meaning of the Tao. Therefore, many people come here to learn about it.
“The previous palace owner of Bixia Palace spent three years in seclusion in front of that cliff, and thus created the Kung Fu Technique "The Wanxiang Yandao Sutra"..."
Tong Changfeng couldn't help but speak while talking. Noticing that the golden light on Taishang Haotian's body was much dimmer than usual, he couldn't help but feel a little worried. He secretly wondered if something went wrong while his emperor was exploring the ruins, and his mind became a little confused.
Hearing Tong Changfeng's words, Taishang Haotian thought of his experience in the Ancient Dragon Tomb and frowned slightly.
Immediately, with the help of the power of incense, his consciousness spread instantly, covering the entire Lingxiao world.
There is indeed a high mountain standing within the jurisdiction of Bixia Palace. In the memory of Taishang Haotian, it is called Yunjing Peak.
However, at this moment, on Yunjing Peak, between the cliffs that he was so familiar with, there was an extra word "Hao".
This handwriting is exactly the same as the words he just carved in "Colorless Sky".
The only difference is that it seems to have gone through the baptism of time, suffered countless sun and rain, and looks mottled and vicissitudes of life.
"It turns out that I just rewrote the history of Lingxiao Realm..."
Tai Shang Haotian took a deep breath, his eyes could not hide the shock, and he could no longer maintain his former style. A light and gentle attitude.
In his understanding, time and space are like history books between heaven and earth. Once things happen in the past, they are engraved in eternity and cannot be changed.
However, this "colorless sky" actually allowed him to transcend the established laws of time and space, making the originally unshakable history book able to be read at will, and even able to modify the chapters that had already been written.
It’s just that there is a huge price to pay for revising history.
With his current cultivation level, he exhausted all his spiritual power and could only carve one word into the past.
But this did not make Taishang Haotian feel defeated. Instead, his eyes ignited with excitement that had not been seen in thousands of years.
It is a joy of hearing the truth, a thrill of touching the unknown.
This feeling often came to his mind when he was young, especially when he was discussing Taoism with Zi Wei.
But ever since he reached the pinnacle of the Lingxiao Realm, this feeling has become extremely rare. Because his cultivation level is so high and he has a deep understanding of the laws of the Great Dao, there are few secrets of cultivation in the world that can arouse his strong interest.
Until today.
He firmly believes that this will never be the only time he explores the "Colorless Sky" in his life.
He will definitely come back, not just once, but twice, three times, countless times...
If you can understand the mystery of the "Colorless Sky" and master the ability to enter and exit anytime and anywhere, So who else in this world can escape his control?
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Time flies by like quicksand, as if in just a moment, winter quietly exits, and the wilderness world ushered in a new year.
The white frost covering the city wall quietly receded, revealing the vicissitudes of masonry.
The originally hard-as-iron ice on the Luo River began to crack, making a low crackling sound, and the water surface began to ripple again. As the ice and snow melt, egrets and wild ducks reappear on the river, swimming leisurely.
The New Year's Eve fireworks have just bloomed with their last brilliance in the long night. The smell of gunpowder smoke and the strong flavor of the New Year still linger in the air. The fifteenth-year-old lanterns immediately lit up every alley in the city.
During the Qingming Festival, before the young willows planted on the lintels wither, Xiaoman's sacrifices to the Silkworm God come one after another. The light of incense burning in the mulberry fields on the outskirts of the city reflects the pious faces of the people. After that, there are lotus lanterns floating all over the Luo River on Chinese Valentine's Day, paper money burning on the night of Zhongyuan, the fragrance of osmanthus filling the streets during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and kites flying all over the sky at the Autumnal Equinox...
Although it is still a long night, the wilderness is already showing a prosperous and prosperous scene.
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One night, after Gu Xu finished handling the government affairs and returned to the palace, he saw the Night Emperor, dressed in black, had already arrived as promised and stood quietly in the palace, as if it had been a long night. part of.
That beautiful face was still cold, and the golden pupils were as sharp as blades.
However, when she saw Gu Xu, she slowly took a few steps forward, reached out and hugged him.
Another half a year has passed.
Although the Night Emperor still often said: "I am with you now just to shoulder the important task of continuing the dragon bloodline." Or he warned coldly: "Don't think that I am right. You have no feelings at all."
But her body showed her closeness to Gu Xu more and more sincerely.
Even after every time she fulfilled her duty to continue the bloodline, she would still be like an octopus, wrapping her arms and legs around him all night, reluctant to let him go.
Today, Ye Huang reached out to unbutton Gu Xu's belt as usual.
Gu Xu suddenly reached out and grabbed her white wrist.
His eyes slowly fell on the Night Emperor's flat abdomen. He was silent for a moment, staring at the line of cause and effect that quietly emerged.
Under the surprised gaze of the Night Emperor, he finally spoke and said slowly: "Miaoyin, we have a child."
The Night Emperor was stunned, his mind went blank, and he could not come back to his senses for a long time.
Unconsciously, her hand was touching her abdomen, her fingertips trembling slightly, as if she wanted to feel the breath of life that had not yet appeared.
She really wanted a child.
During this period, she ran to Gu Xu's house every three days and worked hard with him to "create a dragon". She even listened to his words and tried a few things that made her want to crawl into the ground immediately in shame. Sew, but it is said that it is easier to get pregnant.
At that time, she was thinking: If she could get pregnant as soon as possible, she would no longer have to follow this stinky man at night and get entangled.
However, at this moment, when she heard the news from Gu Xu and learned that her goal had been achieved, she felt inexplicably in a daze.
Her "double cultivation" with Gu Xu was originally a transaction.
Her pregnancy means that this deal is about to end.
According to the agreement, from now on, the relationship between them will return to the state of ordinary allies, and all ambiguities will become a thing of the past.
With the Night Emperor's cold and arrogant character in the past, she should have turned around and left the room without hesitation at this moment, completely drawing a clear line with this stinky man and severing all ties.
But she made no move, just stood there, silent.
A strange joy quietly sprouted in her chest, making her heart beat half a beat faster than usual.
Somewhere, she felt as if there was an invisible link between herself and the man in front of her, tightly connecting them through the child in her belly.
This bond made her feel an indescribable reluctance to leave this room lit with warm yellow candles.
She really didn't want to leave here and step into the deep and cold night outside.