Xiao Ling's hand stretched out forcefully towards Xiaohan, who was soaked in blood and struggling in pain.
I don't know if his thoughts were too strong, but the surrounding water waves began to ripple violently.
Under the shocked gazes of Mo Xuan and others, the water column suddenly gushes out of the cold pool, like a pair of hands or a warm embrace, gently drawing the bloody child into it.
Is this... Han Yuan's mother, the ghost Ah Chu?
Xiao Ling stared at this scene blankly, then she moved lightly and followed the water flow to Xiaohan's side.
At this time, Xiao Han's physical body and soul body seemed to be separated. His body closed his eyes and lay quietly in the water waves. The tears in the corners of his eyes were fused with the water of the cold pool. He had not lost his vitality yet, as if he was asleep;
And part of his soul was separated from the body, and was gently blocked by some kind of power.
Xiao Ling stretched out her hand and touched Xiaohan's cheek. Maybe it was due to the special nature of his soul, but this time he really touched it.
Soft, gentle. It's a pity that they are all cold now and have no warmth.
As if he felt him, the blood in Xiaohan's eyes gradually faded, his soul flashed slightly, and he whispered softly: "Mother..."
I don’t know if she is calling him, Ah Chu, or both.
Xiao Ling was stunned and felt the water waves around him begin to ripple again.
The water flow swept Xiaohan back to the cold pool and placed him on the stone bed in the center. After that, the water flow did not recede, but instead surged around the stone bed, surrounding it into a water bed, like... a nurturing gesture.
It seems that Han Yuan's biological mother has always been guarding him in this cold pool.
"Achen..." Mo Xuan's spiritual sword fell to the ground. He dragged his weak body and staggered to the edge of the cold pool, staring blankly at the water bed in the middle, "Achen, it's you. ?"
The blood from his wrist was still flowing out, and it accumulated on the cold stone beside the pool. When it was about to flow into the cold pool, it was hurriedly caught by him, for fear of dirtying the water of the cold pool.
Xiao Ling watched silently, holding back the sigh in his chest.
Han Yuan's father just now must also have a death wish. Just like General Gu Yuan back then, he was helpless and desperate when faced with the choice.
Fortunately, Han Yuan's mother was a ghost, and his father later... seemed to have found other ways.
"What...what's going on?" Several elders looked at each other and held out a few talismans towards the center of the cold pool.
When the talisman paper floated to Xiaohan's side, it glowed faintly with white light, and then fell into the pool water.
"The Yin fetus is not dead, and the Yin soul has not yet fully awakened. It seems to have been temporarily sealed."
Feeling that the ghostly and yin energy that was constantly escaping gradually dissipated, several people finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Xiao Ling's expression also relaxed a little, and he heard several elders continue to say: "But it looks like the flesh-born ghost has begun to separate, but it is not completely separated. It can only be regarded as a semi-sealed state."
"Yes, this child's body and soul will still grow with age. I don't know how long this cold pool and the remaining ghost and god power can sustain it."
"Sect Master Mo, it's not that we old guys are forcing you. I know you care about your own flesh and blood. This child has no fault himself, but he was born against nature. If..."
"Thank you to the elders for your help. Mo Xuan will keep it in mind." Mo Xuan, who had been kneeling by the cold pool and staring at the water and the child, finally spoke up and interrupted the elders.
He moved his spiritual energy with his fingertips and hastily stopped the bleeding wound on his wrist. His face was frighteningly pale due to excessive blood loss, but his expression was extremely determined:
"I will think of other ways during the sealing period. Elders, please rest assured. If this child still causes trouble in the world, I will... kill him with my own hands."
"You..." "Oh...that's all."
Several elders sighed one after another. After listening to his words, he still did not give up the idea of reversing the fate of the Yin Fei, but it was against heaven, how could it be reversed?
But after all, Mo Xuan's move of sealing the Yin Fei just now calmed their minds. A few of them shook their heads and stopped trying to persuade them.
As the head of the Xuantian Sect, Mo Xuan and his wife, the ghost god Ah Qi, were united against heaven, but both of them had great merits. If they could really save this child, it would be considered a good fate.
After that, several elders left Hantan Cave. They seemed to be still saying something like "ghosts, disciples, and the contract is broken," but as they went further, they couldn't hear clearly.
Xiao Ling tried it out and found that although he was still unable to escape from the water curtain, he no longer felt the suffocation and depression he felt when he first fell into the water. However, the biting cold was still there, but once he got used to it, it was bearable.
However, he didn't know how long he would have to stay in this illusion, and Han Yuan didn't know what the situation was now.
I don't know if it was because he was thinking about making the illusion faster, but the scene in front of him was indeed speeding up visibly to the naked eye.
Xiao Ling watched Xiaohan's body slowly lengthen and grow up in the water curtain, and his father Mo Xuan's visits in and out of Hantan Cave became more and more frequent.
Every time he comes, he brings many ancient books and tries different methods.
Those methods seemed to be extremely draining of his lifespan. His body was rapidly weakening, and his hair gradually turned from black to gray, but they had no effect.
No wonder when we met Mo Xuan in Bai Yue's story, he had a hair full of silver hair, but judging from the current age of little Gu Qingchen, it was actually not that many years ago.
At this time, Han Yuan on the water bed had grown from a child to a teenager, and the surging water was becoming slower and slower.
This time Mo Xuan came to the Hantan Cave, but he didn't bring anything with him, and he didn't make any attempts. He just stood on the stone and stared at the water and the cold abyss in the middle in a daze.
As he looked at it, he suddenly smiled: "Ah Chu, Xiaohan looked a lot like you when he was a child. How come he looks more and more like me as he grows up?"
"Do you think you are useless as a husband and don't want me to see you anymore..."
"You said you wanted to learn how to make pastries for your children, but the ones you made in the end weren't very tasty. Haha, don't be angry."
"But it doesn't matter. My husband has also learned it and is quite talented in cooking. I wonder if Xiaohan will like it when he wakes up."
"..."
"Ah Chu... don't worry, I will definitely protect our child."
The usually serious and taciturn person was chattering a lot now, which made Xiao Ling feel a little confused.
Han Yuan seems to be very resentful towards his father, but he... is not easy either.
Xiao Ling turned his attention to the young man who was getting closer and closer to the look he was most familiar with. Just as he was thinking that when he woke up, he might be able to help with the mediation, he heard Mo Xuan murmuring something in a low voice again.
"...the blood of pure Yin, the soul of Zhiyang...Xiaohan, daddy..."
What? The key to the plot point appears!
Xiao Ling turned her head sharply, sliding her body to get closer to hear clearly, but the cold water around her suddenly fluctuated, and the feeling of suffocation came again.
"Ugh!!!" The air in his chest was about to run out. Xiao Ling desperately paddled his limbs to swim upstream, but he felt that the water surface was getting farther and farther away from him.
Suddenly, he felt something gripping his wrist, pulling him out of the water quickly.
"Ah -" Xiao Ling opened his eyes and took a deep breath.
