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In the middle of the valley, there is a small lake, the water is clear and cold, the aura is abundant, and the sky is sprinkled with snowflakes, and before it reaches the water, it evaporates.

"Juggernaut." A boy in a red robe walked to the lake and said respectfully to the man.

The red-clothed man who was called the Sword Saint turned around and looked at it, with a hint of helplessness on the corner of his mouth: Now that we are in the Sword Pavilion, how many new disciples still have a kendo physique every year.

The red-robed boy was silent for a moment before he said in a low voice: In the past thousand years, except for the original thirteen Sword Heart Empty Ming disciples, there is no kendo physique among the outer disciples.

"The spirit and demon world is growing stronger and stronger, but the major forces are constantly fighting among themselves, I'm afraid that in another hundred years, the demon clan will no longer be something we can compete with." There was a hint of bitterness in the man's words.

The red-robed boy lowered his head and said no more.

The man suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky, his dark eyes burst out with a fine light, and murmured: Taiwei Star is now, and the Emperor Star is dim.

"Master, let me kill him!" A muscular man with a silver greatsword behind his back.

"Calm down, Taiwei Star is already shining, this son has been lucky, pass on my sect master's order, Yijian Pavilion disciples are to meditate in the door for three years, and they are not allowed to go out." The Sword Master said in a deep voice.

The man with the giant sword on his back stopped talking, looked at the sword master and left.

Pen fairy ink city, ink pool.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely make up for that landscape painting." A baby in a belly pocket looked at the inkpool.

Sakura stared at the ink demon who was approaching in the ink pool, and the two leaves frowned slightly: But you are so small, can you do it?

The baby's chubby little hand slapped his forehead helplessly: ...... Believe me.

"Sister, don't worry, he says yes, he will definitely do it!" Another woman in a white dress said.

"Sister Yuechan, I believe it, but it's so small, I can't rest assured." Sakura Ning hugged the baby tightly.

Looking at the concerned eyes of the second daughter, the baby's heart warmed, gently broke away from Yingning's embrace, and said softly: Trust me, it's okay.

"Okay, then you must be careful, Mo Xiaoqiang." Sakura looked at the baby with red eyes.

Yuechan hugged the baby and said coquettishly: We are waiting for you to come back!

The little baby nodded his head heavily, his little pink face trembled, and his big eyes stared at the landscape painting in the ink pool: Don't worry, make up this painting, I will definitely come back as soon as possible!

On the edge of a clear stream, a baby appeared out of thin air.

"Holy, my new belly pocket!"

A baby jumped out of the stream, and his chubby little hands slapped the drops on his belly pocket.

"Sakura Ning sewed a new belly pocket for me!" Dancing and slapping the water droplets, sighing and underestimating.

Then, he glanced around unwillingly, pursed his mouth, and twisted his belly pocket that was wet with the stream.

"Hey, whose child is this, you don't want it at such a young age?"

Following the sound, there were two monks in golden robes standing by the stream, one fat and one thin, not very old, carrying long knives and shields behind their backs, and at this time the two of them looked at the babies by the water's edge with serious faces.

"Now this world is really unconscionable, and the children who are only one year old are ruthlessly thrown into the wilderness." The fat friar said with a look of regret.

The thin monk looked sad: Who said no, in this world, everyone says that we are bandits, but who is not raised by our mother's father!

The baby's eyes were blank, and he said in his heart: Rub, I have met a bad person.

The fat friar rolled up his sleeves and held the baby in his arms: Don't be afraid, no one will abandon you again, thin man, let's take him back.

The thin monk nodded, looking at the baby in the fat monk's arms, with pink skin and long eyelashes, "This child has grown up to be a handsome little guy who is fascinated, fat man, let's go." ”

The baby's eyes became clear from the beginning of the blankness, and he said in his heart: Demon monks also have kindness.

Twilight is approaching.

The two monks, one fat and one thin, walked all the way, not daring to use light exercises, for fear of startling the baby, but they walked for more than an hour before walking home.

The baby's big eyes look at the scenery in front of him, this is a cottage, hidden in the mountains, quite big, there are many restaurants, scolding in the mouth, laughter is constant.

"Yo, isn't this Chu Fatty? Why don't you bring a few girls back today! The brothers are still waiting for the meat to be opened! ”

A shirtless man carried a wine jug and said drunkly.

The thin monk waved his hand, "There is nothing today, drunkard, you go to play with the red girl."

The man who called the drunkard took a sip of wine, spread his hands, and shouted: That's not good, your two brothers lost my money, and promised to bring me a chick.

"Hey, where did the doll come from?" The drunkard changed his hand and held the flask, reaching out to hug it.

The thin monk's face sank, and he stood in front of the fat monk, staring at the drunkard and saying coldly: What are you doing?

"So nervous, it can't be your child, right?" The drunkard took a sip of wine and said disapprovingly.

The fat monk looked at the drunkard expressionlessly and said, "Today you go to find the red girl, and tomorrow my brothers will bring you a chick back."

"That's not good, I've drunk a few pounds and I'm drunk, just waiting for you to bring the chick back." The drunkard did not think of the pestle.

The drunkard's voice was loud, and after a while, many monks came out of the restaurant.

"Hey, Chu Fatty, this is your child, obviously not like you, hahaha"

A monk in the crowd teased.

The fat monk's face became darker and darker, and he pounded the thin monk with his elbow, and said to the drunkard: You and the thin man go to the red girl, and the thin man will pay you money.

"I'm not going, I promised to my girl, who will go to the red girl." The drunkard does not give up.

The thin monk had an angry look on his face, and he took a few steps forward and pulled the drunkard away.

"Smack!" The drunkard struggled hard and pushed the thin monk to the ground.

The thin monk's face turned cold, his eyes were fixed on the drunkard, and he shouted: "Why do you dare to push me?

The crowd cheered continuously, and the monks feared that the world would not be chaotic.

"What's the matter here?"

A woman in black and gold armor walked slowly through the air.

"I've seen Qu Shuai!" Everyone turned pale and knelt down on one knee.

The baby looked at the woman in front of her, tall and plump, with a hideous Tianluo mask, bangs with long white hair, and a cold and powerful voice.

Qu Shuai frowned and looked at everyone.

The drunkard coughed lightly and pointed at the fat monk: General, Chu Sanpang brought someone back privately, and asked the general to punish him.

Qu Shuai looked at the baby in the arms of the fat monk, about a year old, a pair of eyes were particularly smart, and the long eyelashes were not as good as many girls.

"Huh?" Qu Shuai looked at the baby, the baby was also looking at her, how hideous and terrifying her Tianluo face was, adult men were afraid, and the baby's big smart eyes looked at her without blinking.

Seeing Qu Shuai staring straight at the baby, the fat monk felt tight, and hurriedly said: Qu Shuai, this son was picked up by me and the thin man by the stream today.

Qu Shuai came to the baby, stared at the latter with blazing eyes, and said: I did the right thing.

The drunkard was anxious when he heard this: Qu Shuai, how can there be parents so ruthless in this world, I think it is the illegitimate son of Chu Sanfat!

The thin monk's heart was full of anger, and he rushed out with one arrow to teach the drunkard a lesson.

The fat monk said coldly: Hmph! If you don't know if you don't know if you have a drop of blood. Come and take a knife and a bowl.

The fat monk touched the baby's pink little hand with pity, revealing a drop of blood that slipped into the bowl, and then hurriedly wrapped the baby's finger with spiritual power.

The baby looked at the fat man in front of him, although he did not look good, but he was really good, and did not cry like other children, and pulled the fat monk's clothes, indicating that it was nothing.

The fat friar smiled shyly, touched the baby's pink little face, and then cut his finger and dripped it into the bowl.

The water in the bowl was crystal clear, and the two drops of blood dripped into the bowl and did not fuse.

The thin monk snorted coldly: Hmph! Drunkard, do you see that?

The latter was speechless, and knelt down on one knee towards Qu Shuai: I misunderstood that Chu San was fat, and I am willing to receive punishment.

Qu Shuai looked at the baby appreciatively, and he didn't cry or make trouble when he scratched his fingers, which showed its preciousness.

The baby's chubby little hand waved towards Qu Shuai, Qu Shuai was slightly stunned, and the ghost sent the baby into his arms.

"Forget it this time, next time this kind of thing happens, it will be dealt with by military law."

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