A woman in the house is giving birth, sweat continues to slide down from her forehead, and her mouth moans in pain from time to time, and the man outside the house, hearing the woman's moan, his face turned red, and the pace of pacing back and forth has also accelerated, and the second is like a year, describing the man's mood at this time is appropriate, and finally a baby's cry arrives, the man can no longer hold back, and rush in. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Sir, Madame gave birth to a girl for you."

I have a child, I am a father, the man has been hugged from his mother's arms, and his heart is infinitely happy.

"Madame, you see, we have children? Look at her little lump, how cute she is. ”

"Look at you, how can anyone say that your children are in a group." The woman looked at the child who was connected to her blood, and her heart was full of pity. Then he turned his gaze to the man, "Husband, have you thought about what to choose for our child?" ”

"Cut the moon in the autumn water, and listen to the sheng song in the twilight. Let's call her Yuesheng. ”

"Yuesheng ......" the woman lowered her head and murmured, her eyes glowing with soft light.

Time is like a cut, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, in a blink of an eye, six years have passed, our Yuesheng has reached the age of six, bright eyes and bright teeth, white skin like snow, if you are a few years older, it is quite a bit of a country and a city, a slight smile, bright as the morning sun at night.

"Miss, miss, I've found you."

"Hong'er, you are in such a hurry, you see that this is the cinnamon branch that I broke off in my father's courtyard, you smell it and see if it is fragrant."

"Miss, why are you still here, today is the day when the child of the He family tests the spiritual root, and Madame is ordering people to look for you everywhere."

"Well, my mother is looking for me, so you can take me to my mother quickly."

Hong'er brought Xiao Yuesheng to the He family's Weiming Pavilion, the Weiming Pavilion, the He family's council hall, and it was also the place where the children tested their spiritual roots. As long as the children of the He family are over six years old, whether they are descendants or collateral families, they all need to undergo the spiritual root test in the Weiming Pavilion. The He family uses spiritual roots to determine the lineage and collateral, so no matter who your parents are, as long as you don't have a spiritual root, you can only be a collateral lineage, on the contrary, even if your parents are mortals, as long as you have a spiritual root, you are a descendant. So today, for all He Zhizi, it must be of great significance. In addition, the He family will also test the spiritual roots of the children in the nearby ten miles and eight towns on this day, and if there are spiritual roots, they will be taken as maids and guards to cultivate.

Xu was late, and the door of the He family was already crowded with children who wanted to test the spiritual root, but because Yuesheng's parents were the descendants of the He family, they didn't have to queue up like them, and walked straight to the back room, and saw their mother with a nervous look, as if it was not Sheng'er who wanted to test the spiritual root, but herself. The father grabbed his mother's hand tightly beside him, as if he was relieved, and the uncle's face was also gloomy and a little terrifying, even Brother He Qiyao, who was originally a little naughty, completely lost his previous flamboyant look in his eyes, and stood aside in a daze. Xiaojun's sister, who is usually a little timid, also trembled and handed her hand to the spirit stone, until the spirit stone flashed a dazzling blue light, Xiao Jun's hand trembled and put it down, everyone stepped forward to congratulate, and the uncle's face turned from gloomy to sunny, showing a knowing smile.

I don't know who shouted Miss Yuesheng, everyone noticed Yuesheng standing at the door, everyone watched, Yuesheng walked in without hurry, put his hand on the spirit stone, a white dazzling light reflected in everyone's eyes, for a while, everyone's expressions were frozen, after a while, they came forward to congratulate.

"Congratulations to the fourth master, congratulations to the fourth master, Miss Ling's talent is outstanding, and the future is limitless." Yuesheng's parents also took off their solemn faces and replaced them with happy smiles. The mutated ice spirit root, even if you look at the entire Tianzhou Continent, can be classified as a first-class genius, how can this not make them happy?

The head of the He family, Xingliu, the only Jindan monk of the He family, nodded again and again, excited. There were two single spirit root monks in the family in a row, and sure enough, God blessed my He family, and within a hundred years, the He family was prosperous.

"Okay, now that the spiritual root test has been completed, the eldest brother, the fourth brother stays, I have something to discuss with you, and the others should retreat."

"Yes, master." After speaking, everyone retreated in an orderly manner.

Under the sunset, reflecting the back of everyone leaving, the fateful day has come to an end, a few families are happy and a few are sad, the lucky ones are like Xiaojun, the moon sheng, and the unfortunate ones are like their glory. Little child, the wheel of fate has quietly turned.

At dusk, the little Sheng'er had already fallen asleep, but Sheng'er's parents seemed to have encountered some worries and couldn't sleep for a long time.

"Husband, are we going to send her to Guimen?"

"Madam, don't be so sad, Sheng'er's natural appearance is outstanding, and only in Guiyi can Sheng'er's talent be fully developed."

"Isn't Sheng'er able to cultivate in the He family? Sheng'er is a genius, and the He family will do their best to cultivate her. ”

"Madam, for Sheng'er, the He family is too small after all. Sheng'er's talent is so good, the He family can't keep her. ”

"But Sheng'er is still too young."

"There is not only Sheng'er who goes this time, but also Xiaojun and Weiran, and they can take care of each other when they enter the sect in the future."

Although Sheng'er Niang felt uncomfortable, for the sake of her daughter's future, she didn't say much after all. Sheng'er's father patted Sheng'er's shoulder and comforted: "Don't think too much, sleep!"

Although Yue'er's mother was still a little reluctant, she didn't say anything after all, after all, Yue'er's mother has never been a hypocritical woman, and before Yue'er's mother married Sheng'er's father, as a casual cultivator, she didn't have good exercises, no good resources, and no good talent, but she gritted her teeth and cultivated to build a foundation. During this period of hard work, countless injuries, bleeding, countless times of life hanging by a thread, no one knows better than her, for a monk the importance of exercises and resources, Sheng'er is outstanding, only joining the Guiyi is the best arrangement for Yuesheng.

It's just that although the truth is understood, the daughter is leaving tomorrow, and after closing her eyes and meditating all night, neither of the husband nor wife fell asleep.

Morning, the morning that has not yet washed the night, with seven points of twilight, Sheng'er's mother took care of her separated outfits. And the sweet sleeping Xiao Yuesheng pursed her lips from time to time, not aware of the parting that was brewing at all. Sheng'er's father also began to prepare for his daughter early in the morning, and he could always use the spirit stones, pills, runes, and magic weapons to build the foundation. There is a kind of mortal moving posture.

The moment of separation came so well, the little Yuesheng didn't understand what was happening, and it was already the moment of parting, and the little sister next to her had already cried in the eldest aunt, but the eldest uncle said that people who cultivate immortals are bent on seeking the Tao, how can they be emotional. What the uncle said, Sheng'er didn't understand, but Sheng'er was so sad.

I was so sad that Sheng'er wanted to cry too, but her mother said, "Girls are not allowed to cry." "So Sheng'er won't cry.

Dad said, "After entering the sect, you must get along well with the people in the sect, and you must take care of each other with your brothers and sisters." Sheng'er nodded, Sheng'er will definitely be obedient and well-behaved.

Brother Weiran is the son of the fifth uncle, Jin Mu Shuanglinggen, he stood next to Yuesheng, when he parted, although he was sad, but he looked at the fifth uncle with a vicious appearance, as if to say: You turtle son, if you dare to cry to me, I will dare to break your legs. Don't look over it with disdain, your lips pursed high. Compared with the farewell of other people, the farewell of this father and son is extremely quiet. No crying, not a word, but maybe this is the farewell of the so-called man!