The night wind came, blowing on Yin He's face, ruffling his azure forehead, and the golden spell Jing Yuan flicked out bounced back. The sky seemed to be cracked, and the strong wind blew like a child's cry.
Jing Yuan held the sword, he gently released the magic power in the mantra, and said: "I often think that this place has been trapped by Rakshasa for more than ten years, but there is no news from Jiuzhongtian, not even the earth immortals who stay here. They have all disappeared, why?”
Yin He didn't know the answer, and there were ten bone spurs standing between his fingers. Anyone who knew the goods could tell at a glance that these were the ten feathers of the Phoenix Ming King when he lost his feathers in the past. They were collected by someone who was interested, and they were recently exiled to Feiying. As soon as the elders of the clan heard that he was going to follow Jing Yuan, they handed the things into his hands.
"Since Brother Yuan is curious, I'll go and learn about this thing first." Two large wings sprouted from Yin He's back, which broke his clothes. He rolled up his body and raised his palms to draw air, and the crystal pillars of air rose into the sky with bone spurs. , Yin He's toes touched several treetops.
An hour passed without any change in the sky, and Yin He fell down panting.
"Brother Yuan, there is indeed something strange today. I used Lord Maori Xing's spell. Although it is not perfect, it can still illuminate this small courtyard, but you see, there is no change at all." Beads of sweat dripped from Yin He's head. The answer is flowing down, maybe because he has been with Xue Ming for a long time, and he feels that he has become timid.
"Because this sky is fake." Jing Yuan drew out his sword like a rainbow. It seemed like an ordinary move, but it actually had a hidden secret. The huge sword light suddenly divided into forty-nine lines, and the heavy rain pierced the sky like a pear blossom needle. Dim, unable to tear out a ray of light, but the trend is gradually approaching.
Jing Yuan and Yin He had a high degree of tacit understanding. The two of them had never spoken to each other. Yin He quickly pulled out Zhenniang in the main hall. She was sleeping lightly, her pajamas were thin, and Yin He's hand was not strong enough. He squeezed her shoulders lightly and made her kneel in the middle of the backyard.
As soon as Li Shan came out, Jing Yuan's sword was pressed to his neck: "Li Langjun, Wen Zhaozhao and Xue Ming are here."
"Let go of my wife." Li Shan was stunned when he saw it. Some drops of blood oozed from his sallow neck. Jing Yuan's sword never retreated even a step. There was a loud bang in the sky and a powerful force bounced away. Jing Yuan's sword blade.
Oh, Jing Yuan took action decisively. He quickly moved over and grabbed Li Shan's throat. There was a storm in the small courtyard. Li Shan's expression was as usual. There was a blood mark on the corner of Jing Yuan's mouth. God does not allow gods to take action against mortals. He tried again and again before he could... Luring Tiandao to appear, it was not that there was no news from Jiuzhongtian in this town. It had clearly been abandoned by the gods. He wiped away the blood stains with his left hand. The hole made by the energy of chaos hurt even more due to the threat of Tiandao.
But Zhenniang smiled. She lay on the ground with her belly puffed out. She gasped and shouted: "Retribution, this is all retribution."
Her laughter made her cry blood, and the child in her belly felt it too. Her heart felt like it was being grabbed. Zhen Niang let out a long groan. Yin He didn't dare to catch her anymore and stood aside helplessly.
Jing Yuan deliberately let go of Li Shan, and Li Shan ran over and dragged Zhenniang's upper body. The red mark on his neck was particularly obvious. Zhenniang groaned and grabbed his collar: "You, what can your Li family do now?" If you get your wish, I will not let you go, and I will never let you go until my death. You and I deserve all this."
Li Shan didn't care that Jing Yuan and Yin He had threatened him. In the darkness, he knelt down in silence for several minutes and cried out: "Save my wife, my wife is about to give birth, save her."
The door of Li's house burst open, and Doctor Yang was standing in front of the door. He seemed to have aged ten years. His gray beard was as long as a finger. He touched his beard and said, "Why don't you put Madam Zhen in the house quickly?"
A month earlier than expected, no one asked why Dr. Yang happened to appear here. Giving birth is a difficult problem for women. If you step over it, you will live, if you cannot get over it, you will die.
Doctor Yang brought a pair of gold scissors, which he carefully scalded with hot water. Before he entered the room, Li Shan took his arm and asked, "Doctor, do you think my wife's baby is a boy or a girl?"
Doctor Yang replied with a smile but not a smile: "Of course he is his son. Don't everyone in Wutong Town know about this?"
Li Shan suddenly lost his strength and turned pale. He said to himself: "Son, son, how is my son? How is my son?"
Jing Yuan didn't want to look anymore. He sat on the stone mill where Wen Zhaozhao had sat. He recalled in his mind the way she held the dog's tail grass in her mouth and swayed her little feet. However, Yin He refused to let go of any details. He hugged her Sitting on the gate with bone spurs, Zhen Niang's screams became louder and louder, and Dr. Yang poured out basins of blood one after another. The two complemented each other, and there was a strange harmony.
Yin He cast a small spell to get in. Zhen Niang's voice was lowered. Li Shan, who had been lying limply on the ground, suddenly grabbed Yin He's arm: "Xianjun, do you think your son is okay?"
Yin He didn't understand the persistence of ordinary people, so he responded casually: "Since it is your child, naturally it is a boy or a girl, it doesn't matter."
The sky finally turned white, and it gradually became clearer. Jing Yuan used the resonance of Poxie and Xiwei Qin to find a trace of Wen Zhaozhao's soul. The magic circle where she and Xue Ming were trapped was a very simple time-travel magic circle, with no extraneous information. The spiritual power is mixed, and the magic circle takes on a milky white texture.
Doctor Yang came out with a boy who was crying loudly. Li Shan, who had been tense all night, collapsed on the ground. He tremblingly took the child into his arms. He was covered with his mother's blood and was crying hard. Yin He was crying for the first time. Looking at this child, his round arms and strong calves all show that the child is healthy, and even the skin is light red.
"Yin He, let's go. When the magic circle is over, the two of them will come out naturally." Jing Yuan did not stay any longer. His face was ugly and he could only move a few steps with force.
"Here we come." Yin He took Jing Yuan's arm and said that Xue Ming and Wen Zhaozhao would be fine. The bone spurs were put away, and there were only three mortals left in the courtyard.
Wen Zhaozhao and Xue Ming in the small Buddhist hall have changed the scene. Li Shan kneels devoutly in front of a Bodhisattva statue. Qian Mian offers many beautiful glazed lamps with jumping flames. The melons and fruits offered in front are very fresh and precious. Showing the sincerity of the worshiper, Li Shan clasped his hands together and said plausibly: "Bodhisattva, please bless my wife to give birth to a boy, so that I can give an explanation to my mother and continue the incense of our Li family for ten generations."
Wen Zhaozhao felt a little uncomfortable after hearing what he said. The lives of gods are long, and they cannot understand the meaning of mortals continuing their incense. The death of gods only means that the previous life is gone and a new reincarnation begins.
A hunchbacked middle-aged man hurried in. He looked anxious. As soon as he came, he grabbed Li Shan's hand and refused to let go: "Shan Wazi, what are you doing here? Your wife is about to give birth. You are not there to accompany her." Hold her."
Li Shan's expression was extremely cold. He broke free from the restraints and said, "Doctor Yang, do you think my wife's baby is a boy or a girl?"
"I've already told you that your wife is pregnant with a daughter. She must be a daughter. Your daughter is still waiting for you to give her a name. You should go back quickly." Doctor Yang was a little anxious when he saw him kneeling back to Putian again, and there was also accusation in his words: "Sinister, what are you doing?"
Wen Zhaozhao and Xue Ming could only now see clearly what Dr. Yang looked like. He was different from what they had seen before. He had a severe hunchback and a large black mole on his face, but his body was clean and tidy.
From his words, Wen Zhaozhao heard that Li Shan and Zheniang had moved to Wutong Town for more than a month. When Zheniang was giving birth, Dr. Yang's pregnant wife was the only midwife in the town and was delivering Zheniang's baby.
"You go back, I won't go back, I ask the Bodhisattva to give me a boy." Li Shan was determined not to budge, so Doctor Yang could only leave first.
The timid Xue Ming couldn't help but stood up and scolded him: "Look at how much you care for Mrs. Zhen, but you don't stay with her when she is about to give birth. You are a coward. You are still a man."
The two of them drifted farther and farther with Dr. Yang. Dr. Yang kicked the big bluestone in front of the threshold angrily: "Damn it, what's the use of looking for people to speculate all day long? The Taoist priest said that you are destined to be alone. Why are you kneeling here? Can the Bodhisattva show up and change your life?"
Li Shan was stimulated by Dr. Yang's words. He followed Dr. Yang with red eyes and despair.
Back at Li's house, Zhenniang had given birth, and Mrs. Yang was also kind-hearted. She held the child in her thick arms and sat on a chair to take a nap. The child slept soundly, smacking his lips in his sleep, and didn't know how to eat. I found something good, my round little hand was like a lotus root, white and tender.
Doctor Yang felt very distressed when he saw that his wife was exhausted. After handing the child over to Li Shan, he cursed: "You are a father, so be energetic. If you still have a conscience, treat them well."
Doctor Yang carried Mrs. Yang on his back and left, cursing in a very low voice for fear of waking up anyone.
Hearing that neither Zhaozhao nor Xue Ming had seen a newborn, their eyes were full of curiosity. Xue Ming asked in a low voice: "Zhao Zhao, what do you think Brother Li's daughter looks like? Is she like Zhenniang or Brother Li?"
"I think it's better to be like Zhenniang. Zhenniang is so beautiful and can make cakes. Brother Li is dark and strong. Do we want girls to chop wood and endure hardship like him?" Wen Zhaozhao also lowered his voice unconsciously, Afraid of disturbing the children.
The two of them were lying on the wall, hoping to catch a glimpse of Zhenniang while she was looking after the child.
"Mr. Lang, are you back from chopping firewood? Where is the child?" came Zhenniang's weak voice.
A trace of cruelty flashed in Li Shan's eyes, and he wrapped the cloth around the child tightly: "Zhenniang, you are weak. Doctor Yang said this is a stillbirth."
Zhenniang, who was lying on the bed, was so excited that she wanted to get up. She opened her hands and cried loudly: "How could it be a stillbirth? I clearly heard her crying. She cried so loudly. Mrs. Yang also said that her eyes are like yours. I children."
Wen Zhaozhao and Xue Ming were both surprised, but they couldn't get close to the inner hall. Wen Zhaozhao cast a spell, but was also bounced back. She looked at her hands in surprise. Destiny actually asked her to be a spectator, but she had just given birth to a baby. How could the little baby die?
The sky became dark, and there was no light at all.
