CHAPTER IX

Master, will you deliver a baby?

Ji Shan is facing the small bronze mirror and repeatedly admiring his beard, no, the beard, the more he looks at it, the more beautiful his mood becomes. Although I don't know its usefulness for the time being, the things given by the immortals are naturally not bad. After thinking about it for three more days, this entire Qingyun Temple will be his own, and then he will no longer be a disciple of Jishan, but a person of Jishan Dao.

Wow, Ji Shan grinned, silently looking up to the sky and laughing, eager to lift the roof and fly out. With a "bang", Ji Shan didn't have time to clean up his expression, and turned his head with a stupid grin.

"Senior Brother Jishan, Senior Brother Jishan!" Mao Qing hurriedly entered, his face flushed, rubbing his hands, and pacing back and forth in front of Ji Shan.

Ji Shan silently guessed: "Could it be that Senior Brother can't sleep with excitement?" ”

Just thinking about it, Mao Qing suddenly pressed it on his shoulder, stared at him and asked, "Senior brother, will you deliver the baby?" ”

Ji Shan looked at the woman who had passed out on the bed covered in blood, the huge belly, the blood trickling through the skirt, these symptoms all showed that this was a woman who was about to give birth.

Ji Shan was so frightened that he almost fainted, turned around and ran out, but was grabbed by Mao Qing and shouted in a low voice: "Where are you going?" ”

"Senior brother, let me go! If I had a wife, how could I come to Qingyunguan to be a Taoist priest, since I don't have a wife, how can I know what it is like for a woman to have a child. Ji Shan pleaded while kicking his legs.

Mao Qing let go of his hand, looked at the person on the bed with an embarrassed face, and suddenly pushed open the door and ran out. Ji Shan was stunned for a moment, and was about to go out with him, when the woman on the bed suddenly groaned and woke up. Ji Shan looked at the door and then at the woman, stomped his feet and sighed, "Why do I have to be so kind!" ”

Although the woman was conscious, she was weak, cold and hot for a while, and seemed to be in great pain.

"Y-Are you going to give birth, are you going to give birth?" Ji Shan felt that his voice was like his legs, shaking rhythmically.

"Clear! Clear! The woman never opened her eyes, clutched a navy blue belt in her hand, and shouted wildly.

"Senior Brother Haoqing?" Ji Shanhu looked at the woman suspiciously, suddenly patted his head, let out a startled "ah", and hurriedly covered his mouth, and whispered: "This, this woman can't be pregnant with a senior brother's child, right?" It's over, it's, this, this."

Ji Shan was so trembling that he couldn't even speak.

At this time, the woman suddenly let out an "ah" cry of pain, and then her whole body tensed, and her belly was even bigger.

"To be, to be born, to be born?"

Human life is at stake, not to mention his own brother's species. Ji Shan gritted his teeth and strode to the side of the bed, which didn't matter, so frightened that he was spread on the ground.

The sheets were already soaked with red blood, and the woman's face was turning gray.

Ji Shan looked at it, and he definitely couldn't help it. Then he got up and shouted to the door regardless of it: "Senior brother, master, help, help~"

Mao Qing almost flew in, looked down, put his palms in the air above the woman, and continuously infused his true qi into it. After a while, the woman woke up slowly, a pair of blood-red eyes with grief, a bloody hand slowly raised and stopped in mid-air, and finally didn't dare to touch Mao Qing's face, but instead grabbed Mao Qing's Taoist robe, and pleaded in a low voice, "Mao Qing, Mao Qing, save him, save him!" ”

His heart was like a knife, and until this moment he didn't want to believe that the angry and scarred woman lying in front of him was the Zhirao he knew.

"Zhirao, don't be afraid!" Mao Qing tried not to tremble in his voice, and gently soothed. Zhirao wanted to grin, but her eyes widened suddenly, and then her body trembled violently.

Mao Qing was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly turned his head, only to see Yu Xuan standing coldly at the door.

Hao Qing knelt on the ground with a pout, and pleaded in a trembling voice, "Master, please save her!" ”

Yu Xuan snorted coldly, looked at the panicked woman on the bed, swept the dust, and shouted coldly: "You get out of the way!" ”

Mao Qing didn't know whether his master wanted to save or kill, so he stubbornly knelt on the ground. Yu Xuanqi really wanted to leave, but the woman had run out of oil, and if she didn't give birth to the fetus, she would definitely die twice.

"If you don't get out of the way, do you want her to die in front of you right now?" Yu Xuan finally softened his tone, Mao Qing was overjoyed, and hurriedly got up, and the two of them worked together to lose their true anger for Zhirao.

Seeing that the woman's face was no longer as pale as it was just now, Ji Shan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and asked hesitantly, "Master, do you know how to deliver babies?" ”

Yu Xuan didn't mention it in one breath, and almost suffered internal injuries. Coughing over his chest, he glared at Ji Shan fiercely, and turned to leave. Jishan looked at Miqing innocently and muttered, "Did I say the wrong thing again?" ”

Mao Qing half-knelt beside the bed, grabbed Zhirao's hand and said softly: "Zhirao is the most powerful mother, and she will definitely give birth to the child safely, right?" ”

Zhirao looked at him with red eyes, and finally grinned, and called in a choked voice: "Haoqing, ah~" The labor pains began to surge again, Zhirao held Maoqing's hand and screamed: "Ah~woo~Haoqing, I hurt~Ah~"

Mao Qing held each other with both hands and turned his face away. Ji Shan's heart was tormented by the woman's screams, and when he looked down, he saw that Mao Qing had already burst into tears, and his white teeth bit his lips into a bloody blur.

Ji Shan fled as if he was running out, snorting and boiling a large pot of water, and then ran to his room, "snorted" a few clean Taoist robes into pieces of cloth, rolled them up and clamped them under his armpits. Reflexively, he ran back to the kitchen, scooped the hot water into the wooden bucket, and ran to the clear room.

As soon as I kicked the door open, I heard a loud cry, and instantly felt as happy as if I was old.

"Raw, raw!" Jishan put down the barrel and ran over happily with the piece of cloth. Perhaps sensing the owner's excited mood, the beard on Jishan's chin trembled as if it had life.

Ji Shanle said: "Senior brother, look, how is my beard~~"

When he saw the scene on the bed clearly, the whole person froze there, and only a handful of beards were left shaking to themselves. This, this good woman, how did she grow a tail after giving birth? Look at the baby again, the crying is a heart-rending, red for a while, white for a while, and it is scary for a while.

Mao Qing didn't know what the child born by the fox demon would look like, but he felt that the baby in his arms was no different from a human, but his whole body was cold and hot, and he was soon tortured and dying.

Mao Qing was shocked, and hurriedly turned the true qi into thin wisps and slowly infused it into the child's body. I only feel that inside, the two forces are desperately colliding, as if they want to fight to the death. The internal force that was input was instantly disrupted. Mao Qing did not give up, and once again gathered internal forces and entered it. was broken up again, lost again, until exhausted, and finally stabilized the child's breathing.

"Senior Brother Jishan" staggered after clearing his body, got up and almost fell, his face was as pale as paper, he trembled and handed the child over, and said slowly: "Senior brother, you hold her for me!" ”

Ji Shan hurriedly unfolded the cloth in his hand, took the child and wrapped it randomly, and saw that the baby was sleeping with his eyes closed, and his heart softened, and the whirlwind that jumped slowly stopped.

Mao Qing breathed a sigh of relief and knelt beside the bed again, his tentacles were cold, but he had no internal strength to save her. "Zhirao, Zhirao, wake up, wake up!"

The voice is as soft as the clouds in the sky, and soft as the spring water in the mountains. Zhirao felt that she had changed back to the original Zhirao. She opened her eyes slightly, and her black and white eyes were as clear as ever, and a man in a navy blue robe was reflected in them.