September 12, 1010 in the solar calendar.

Far north, the holy land of falling snow, Meishan.

The autumn rain is always delicate and sad, so soft that it resembles a lover's watery eyes. The continuous autumn rain did not subside because it was night, but became more and more powerful.

The golden osmanthus flutters in the wind and rain, even in the dim sky, it still shines with its own golden glow, but it is as delicate as a flower, and it looks pitiful in the rain.

There are also willow branches and leaves, but they can't withstand the ravages of wind and rain, and the muddy branches and leaves scattered all over the ground. Beneath the sky, everything seems to fall into dead silence. The fireflies are not there, the birds are not there.

In the disciples' courtyard, on the rainy night, most of the disciples of Meishan stared at the rain sluggishly, and then sat down to enlighten the Tao, but they gained little.

And rightfully so.

In a certain courtyard.

In the midst of the mist-filled barrel, a woman with snow-soaked skin was bathing. And the boy was wiping his delicate skin, and inadvertently there was an irrepressible wheezing sound, which was unexpected.

Yang Shihan was lazily leaning on the edge of the barrel, letting the man's rough hands slide over each side of his body. The familiar taste and touch made the woman deeply reminisced, as if returning to the depths of memory, that early days.

Thereupon.

The woman said.

"At the beginning, it seemed like yesterday. ”

Huang Yehua nodded.

The curtain of the past came to mind.

After a long silence, I could only hear the silent drizzle of the autumn night.

"Nightflower ......"

The woman broke the dullness and gently called the boy's name, wanting to say something, but was interrupted by the boy.

"We won't be separated again......"

The young man's calm voice sounded slowly and landed on the woman's fragile heart.

Yang Shihan gently held the warm big hands, and her eyes wandered.

"Trust me. ”

Haunting next to my ears is the reassuring voice of Huang Yekui.

Just hear the sound of footsteps.

Yang Shihan knew that it was a beautiful woman in charge, and it was a fairy face that made him feel ashamed. That's the limit of what I can imagine in this world, and it's such a perfect woman.

The devil-like body and angelic appearance, the perfect combination of the jade man, embodies all the illusions that this world should have. Unparalleled beauty.

Even if I am also a woman, I dare not look at her......

Jiang Zixi smiled and preached.

"Sister, it's time to eat. ”

"Husband, can you help my sister?"

Huang Yehua nodded.

Yang Shihan was a little dizzy, even her warm voice was so soul-stirring that she couldn't believe it. If it is said that such a woman is a fairy of heaven, I am afraid that it is not an exaggeration at all.

Jiang Zixi also nodded, ready to wait at the table. At the moment of turning, he suddenly stopped, with a look of disbelief. His gaze was like a sharp spear, passing through layers of water and looking directly at Yang Shihan's lower abdomen.

Jiang Zixi couldn't suppress it at all, trembling violently and muttering.

"Sister, sister!"

"You ......"

"No, it can't be, it's impossible ......"

Jiang Zixi was babbling nonsense.

Yang Shihan was stared at like this, but she couldn't sit still. The woman asked softly to the man beside her.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

Huang Yekui stared at the woman's lower abdomen along her gaze, which was an area she was extremely familiar with. Even if it is buried deep in the light of water, even in a house with only a dark candle flame. The skin that seemed to be as luster as jade was so bright and dazzling, like the bright moon in the sky.

The palms of the hands are touched like mutton fat nephrite, like the smoothest satin, the fragrance is compelling, people can't put it down, and they just want to indulge in it for a while, and can't extricate themselves.

Stay somewhere, there is a strong vitality there.

Huang Yekui seemed to think of something, her body trembled slightly, her eyes widened, and her godless eyes appeared luster for the first time......

Nightflower muttered.

"Shihan, you ......"

Yang Shihan's cheeks were slightly red, the eyes of these two people were too hot, which made him a little unacceptable, even so, he also understood what the two were waiting for, but such a simple and ordinary moment.

Thereupon.

Yang Shihan preached.

"Nightflower...... You and I are still more than half-loaded. Besides, you don't know pity and love every time. It is because I am pregnant with your flesh and blood that I have come to you. If you just wait at home, when you get home, I'm afraid I'll be old. ”

"You monks sit for a hundred days and thousands of days, how can I afford to wait? ”

Jiang Zixi walked forward tremblingly, staring closely at the slightly bulging lower abdomen, but he couldn't believe the reality in front of his eyes......

As far as she knew, this sister she had never seen was a mortal body, a rare existence, and an extremely scarce existence among the trillions of human beings in the world, most likely only a finger.

Such a peculiar existence.

Just thinking about it makes you feel relieved.

Because the existence of this woman is so peculiar in itself.

Without the slightest cultivation, it means that there is no heart and spiritual root in the body.

The spiritual root can be said to be the most important foundation for monks. It is related to the end of the Dao Immortal Road and the speed of absorbing spiritual energy.

However, the woman in front of her had no spiritual root......

Jiang Zixi couldn't accept the reality in front of him, so he said solemnly.

"Sister, do you know...... My sister's current flesh and blood, this little life, how unfair, how rare, and how hard-won is it?"

When Yang Shihan saw this, he was a little distracted.

"After having sex with each other, it is natural that you will conceive flesh and blood. ”

Jiang Zixi felt the need to explain it seriously.

"If it's normal, even if it's Zixi and her husband...... No matter how hard you work, it is absolutely impossible for Zixi to conceive her husband. Whether it is the distant past, the husband is in a weak time. Or maybe before, the husband had no time to cultivate. Zixi will never be pregnant with her husband's flesh and blood, do you know why?"

Yang Shihan's lips were pink and flawless, and she didn't know how to comfort her.

Huang Yekui spoke for Jiang Zixi.

"Because...... Huang Yehua is Huang Yehua, even if the lady thinks that Jing'er is the most likely person to give birth to an heir. But the reality is that Jing'er and the lady are all actions as love, which are useless. ”

Yang Shihan said.

"It's so miserable! Could it be that Nightflower is suffering from some terminal illness?"

Jiang Zixi was speechless.

"Sister, husband, he ...... I don't have a hidden disease...... It's just that the husband is a little different from ordinary people, and he is slightly better than ordinary people. ”

Yang Shihan frowned.

"Nightflower is better than ordinary people. ”

Jiang Zixi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now that my sister knows, it's easy to tell. ”

"No matter how many women your husband will get in the future, I think the fetus in your womb will be and will be our only offspring......"

Yang Shihan didn't know how to answer.

Jiang Zixi sighed.

"Because, the phoenix nightflower is too good, if you look at it according to the normal trajectory, the phoenix nightflower is deeply disgusted, and it is the continuation of life. He thinks he can't bear the weight of a life. ”

"Of course, there will not be any woman who can carry the bloodline of the phoenix nightflower, because ah, that bloodline is too heavy, so heavy that it will be stored in the torrent of time, for a long, long ......time."

In other words, the phoenix nightflower is too powerful, so powerful that between heaven and earth, no woman can stay with him, nor will it be recognized by fate. ”

Yang Shihan understood.

"Nightflower, is he too strong, is he so strong that he is out of the scope of human beings? Just like cats and dogs, it is impossible to give birth to offspring, like that?"

Jiang Zixi nodded and shook his head again.

"Let's put it this way, although the essence of the husband is still human, he is not human, because human beings are human beings, and it is impossible to reach his current height. ”

The night flower stroked gently, as if feeling the rhythm of life, as if there was endless vitality emanating from it. I can clearly sense the throbbing from the depths of my soul, the real feeling of blood connection.

Huang Yehua believes that the continuation of life is the beginning of all sorrow. If this inheritance is severed, there will not be many misfortunes and sorrows in the world, and for this reason, Huang Yekui has been working hard to this day.

I never thought that one day.

With his own strong bloodline, he was able to give birth to an heir......

"Poetry ......"

"Huh?"

"What the hell are you...... How?"

"How do I know...... Every time I beg you to take care of me, you pig-headed, you just don't listen, you just don't listen. ”

Jiang Zixi was a little unacceptable, and said softly.

"Let's eat first......"

When the autumn rain in the middle of the night still does not stop, but the cool breeze rises, and the oblique rain slanted down. At the same time, a hideous dusk thunder suddenly flashed in the sky, like a chasm splitting the sky, which looked shocking.

"Boom!"

Immediately after, there was the roaring sound of heavenly might, like the angry roar of a dragon, full of vicissitudes and simplicity. It makes people want to prostrate and bow down.

The sky is mighty!

In the house, the withered yellow oil lamps were so faint that they seemed to be extinguished in the next moment. But it was still dim, stubborn, and burned to the last moment.

Inside the house, spring is in full swing.

On the bed, there were three people crowded next to each other at the moment.

After the clouds and rain just now, the weak, wooden bed seemed to be unable to withstand the damage, as if it would fall apart in the next moment.

Curled up in the innermost side is Yang Shihan.

Suddenly there was a thunderstorm, and the house was as bright as a clear sky. It's brief, but it's in the blink of an eye.

Yang Shihan was also like a frightened rabbit, hugging the man beside him tightly.

Jiang Zixi's delicate body was still spasming and trembling, and her fair body was full of delicate pink. The red tide on the jade-like face has not faded, and the slightly closed beautiful eyes seem to have the starlight of hundreds of millions of years.

Huang Yekui stared at its flawless and delicate head, and the evil fire that had just been extinguished reappeared.

provoked Jiang Zixi to can't help but say coquettishly.

"Hmm, don't ......"