Seven days later, the sky was clear, the air was clear, and the wind was gentle and gentle. Floating fairy mountain, under a thousand steps, where the mist meets.
A man and a woman walked out. The man was in a splendid and elegant robe, and the woman was in a plain palace dress, as gorgeous as a hibiscus and as fresh as a peach and plum. It's a pity that holding a half-sized boy in his arms blocked most of his enchanting figure.
This man and woman are none other than Lu Bu, the beauty Diao Chan, who is envied by others.
"Husband, is it appropriate for us to celebrate your birthday with nothing?"
Diao Chan, who was holding her son in her arms, had a worried look on her pure white face.
"Why don't you wish me a happy birthday? The temple master doesn't like to make a big show of things. Let's take our son, go in and kowtow, and talk about the prosperity of the Taoist sect. The temple master will definitely be happy."
Lu Bu looked at the floating fairy mountain with a determined look on his face.
"Listen to you"
Diao Chan whispered something and then fell silent.
Then, the two of them walked side by side and slowly came to the square of the Floating Fairy Mountain. As expected, Xifu and Hu Erniang were already waiting.
"Follow us to the Dragon and Tiger Palace to meet the temple master."
Tiger Erniang made an invitation gesture and led the couple towards the Dragon and Tiger Hall not far away.
They are both women and appear to be about the same age. Diao Chan, who was holding the child in her arms, came to Hu Erniang's side and asked with a smile: "Sister, how are you doing, the master of the temple?"
If she were the former Tiger Erniang, she would definitely give Diao Chan a cold look. After experiencing many human relationships, she is very different from before. After hearing this, he said kindly: "The temple master is very nice, but he is immersed in cultivation. Xifu and I rarely see him."
Diao Chan snorted and patted her son, Lu Ziqiao, in her arms.
Soon, we arrived in front of the Dragon and Tiger Hall.
Hu Erniang said softly: "Master, Lu Bu and his wife are here to celebrate their birthday!"
"Come in"
Chu Feng's voice was not loud, but it seemed to be in everyone's ears, very mysterious.
Under the guidance of Hu Erniang and Xifu, Lu Bu and his wife took their children and carefully walked up the steps. After crossing the threshold, what came into view was Chu Feng sitting on the cloud bed.
"Greetings to the temple master, the temple master will enjoy immortal blessings forever and live as long as the heavens."
Lu Bu and his wife knelt down together and bowed.
Lu Ziqiao, a half-year-old boy, started crying because his mother suddenly put him down. In the empty palace, the echo was unusually loud.
Lu Bu raised his hands in embarrassment and said: "The dog is young and ignorant, disturbing the purity of the viewer. Atone for your sins."
Diao Chan quickly pulled Lu Ziqiao to kneel down
"Ziqiao, please pay your respects to the master of the temple. Without the master of the temple, there would be no you."
Lu Ziqiao was young and cried louder when her mother pressed her.
Chu Feng, who was on the cloud bed, raised his hand, and a stream of spiritual energy was sent out and entered Lu Ziqiao's body. On the spot, Lu Ziqiao's cry disappeared. A pair of big black eyes looked at Chu Feng curiously.
"Will this child leave?"
Chu Feng also looked at Lu Ziqiao. It could be said that he created this child out of thin air. He was quite curious about what he would look like.
"It's time to leave, Ziqiao, let's show it to the master of the temple, Aweng!"
Diao Chan patted the still confused Lu Ziqiao.
"Um"
Lu Ziqiao nodded her head heavily, swayed her hands, and walked forward unsteadily. Not to mention, as the son of a general, he walked with quite a bit of momentum.
"Ah...Aweng"
Lu Ziqiao called Chu Feng inarticulately.
This title made Chu Feng feel weird. In the late Han Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms era, Aweng could also refer to his father in addition to the elders in the family.
"Yes, my name is Aweng"
Diao Chan looked happy when she saw her son was so sensible.
Chu Feng felt quite awkward, so he changed the topic.
"Xi Fu, the spiritual fruits in the yard are ripe. Go get some and give them to Zi Qiao."
"yes"
In the corner, Xi Fu, who had been standing there for a long time, was bored and walked out quickly after blessing Fu's body.
"I'll go too and fight more."
Tiger Erniang chased him out.
"What does this mean? Bu is here to celebrate his birthday! Wait a minute, you two."
Lu Bu cupped his hands towards Chu Feng and chased after him.
In the splendid and magnificent hall, only Chu Feng, Diao Chan, and the cute Lu Ziqiao were left, and the scene was a bit strange.
After a while, Chu Feng said: "Has this child shown anything unusual?"
A child created out of thin air is likely to behave differently from ordinary people, just like many myths and legends. This is the experience of Chu Feng who has read many books.
Diao Chan reached out and touched Lu Ziqiao's little head, pondered for a moment, and said with a strange expression: "Ziqiao, does it count if you look like the host?"
As soon as these words came out, Chu Feng's calm expression turned into sternness. This kid had thick eyebrows, big eyes, thick hands and feet, and looked like a general's son. How could he look like him? Isn't Diao Chan talking nonsense with his eyes open? .
"His nose, mouth, and chin are all very similar to the viewer!"
Diao Chan pointed at Lu Ziqiao's facial features and said seriously.
After hearing this, Chu Feng looked carefully for a while and was shocked. The child's nose and mouth were really similar to his own.
"System, give Pindao an explanation?"
Seeing something strange, Chu Feng asked the system in his mind.
"coincide"
The system gave a reason that seemed a bit perfunctory.
What a coincidence. Chu Feng stared at Lu Ziqiao for a while, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong. He turned his eyes to Diao Chan's flowery face and immediately realized that this child looked like him. He obviously looked like Diao Chan!
"Mrs. Diaochan, you are mistaken. This child looks like you!"
Perhaps Chu Feng's tone was a bit harsh.
A trace of fear flashed across Diao Chan's face, she leaned down and said with a low eyebrow, "It's true that I made a mistake. Zi Qiao doesn't look like the master."
"exactly"
Chu Feng regained his old god-like expression.
There was silence in the main hall for a while, Diao Chan bit her thin lips and said, "I just insulted the Master, please forgive me!"
“Out of the way”
Chu Feng looked indifferent.
At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the hall.
Then, Xifu, Hu Erniang, and Lu Bu came in, bringing several bags of spiritual fruits wrapped in silk and satin. At the bottom of the bags, the spiritual energy that had turned into water was dripping.
"Master, I came here with empty hands, but I got these many spiritual fruits for nothing, and I feel very scared and uneasy!"
Lu Bu bowed, looking guilty.
"In these days, you have made great contributions to the Guangdao Sect, and even the poor Taoists see it. You deserve these spiritual fruits!"
Chu Feng said calmly, of course, the middle sentence was a cliche. He, Master Chu, had never been to the late Han Dynasty and had no idea how the Taoism developed in the late Han Dynasty.
"Ashamed, ashamed!"
Lu Bu bowed again.
Chu Feng stretched out his hand and sent out a burst of spiritual energy, lifted Lu Bu up, and said calmly: "There is no need to say more about this matter. I have known you for a long time and have a deep fate. Today, in addition to giving you spiritual fruit, I also give you a wish. You Is there anything you want to do in this life but cannot do because of him? Pindao can help you achieve it."
After hearing this, Lu Bu raised his head, glanced at his son Lu Ziqiao and said, "Bu has no regrets in this life, but he is worried about this child. I hope that the master of the temple will keep him safe and free from illness and disaster."
"Poor parents in the world"
Chu Feng nodded, stretched out his finger, radiated clear light, and a ruby scroll appeared.
"A tiger like a general will live a prosperous life, be safe and sound, and live a hundred years without illness or disaster."
Following Chu Feng's voice, the ruby scroll released a strange light, covering Lu Ziqiao.
"Thank you Guanzhu"
Lu Bu and Diao Chan both knelt down.
Lu Ziqiao still had a confused expression on his face, not knowing what was going on!
