Chapter 8 Su Qing

Sujia Village is a dark place for hundreds of miles, and the thick black clouds block a lot of sunlight, making it seem like arriving at night in advance, in fact, it is only a short time after noon, and the sky and earth should be the brightest time.

The wind howled and swept across the mountains and land, and thick white lightning flashed in the black clouds, illuminating the earth from time to time, accompanied by earth-shattering thunder.

The sound of the wind and thunder played the great song of heaven and earth of weeping ghosts and gods.

Despite this, not a single drop of rain has fallen from the sky.

In Qingyun Garden, in the bedroom of Su Zhe and Qin Sang, Qin Sang was lying on the bed quietly waiting for the birth of the fetus in her womb, she could already fully feel its breathing, the process of placenta conception was about to end, there was only a little time left, but the end of time was getting closer and closer, only a little bit less, Qin Sang's feelings were so real.

Next to the bed, there was Su Zhe who was gently holding Qin Sang's little hand, he sometimes stroked Qin Sang's stomach, sometimes touched Qin Sang's face, and sometimes the two of them held each other's hands.

Aunt Huang and Qin He sat on the chairs in the room, waiting quietly, although they were also anxious, they couldn't show it, otherwise it would only add to the tension of Su Zhe and Qin Sang.

Outside the house, the four maids named "Fenghua Xueyue" waited for the movement in the room and helped in time, some of them were eccentric, some were gentle and considerate, some were generous and speechless, and some were delicate, but in fact, they were only eleven or twelve years old, but they had been slaves for many years. It's just that since entering Su Mansion, except for serving tea and water, I haven't suffered the slightest grievance, Su Mansion doesn't have too heavy rules, and although the distinction between master and servant is also obvious, it has a little more human touch.

By the window of the corridor outside, four underage girls were crowded, looking outside, but the clouds outside the house were dark, almost dark, and there was really nothing to see.

The four maids, named Wind Magpie, Flower Butterfly, Snow Bird, and Moon Ying, had a particularly tragic life experience when they were younger, and they were sold and bought, just like the goods that could be traded at will. Some parents at home lost their conscience and sold their daughters for food and clothing, some were forcibly abducted, their parents were beaten to death, some were abducted and defrauded, and some were betrayed by neighbors.

Those who are not worthy of their verbal identity, in order to survive, can endlessly squeeze their conscience, drink the juice called "conscience" inside, and even finally squeeze it out and eat their conscience.

There is a rich man with crooked minds in Beimo City, who tried his best to find four girls, and wanted to train the "Wind and Snow Moon" maid spectacle, but in the end, he was regarded as a wedding dress, and in the power competition of North Mo City, he became the loser, and all the family property was pocketed by Su Zhe, which naturally included the four daughters of "Wind and Snow Moon".

The fourth daughter may be said to be lucky, at least compared to before, she is lucky, but under the sky, the vast earth, hundreds of dynasties, hundreds of millions of sentient beings, those countless low-level places, and endless inhumane things.

"Do you think Madame will give birth to a boy or a girl?" said one of the four women.

"I want to do this. ”

"I think if the girl was okay and a young lady, it would be nice to us, right?"

"I think it's better to be a boy, maybe I'll be a young lady by then, haha. ”

"You think beautifully, we are almost ten years old now, if we are a young master, sixteen years old and an adult, we are all almost old, how can you fall in love with us. ”

"The lord and the lady are both good people, and their children must also be good talkers, not afraid. ”

Four good sisters from different families were talking in whispers, and at this moment, a woman's cry of pain was heard in the room behind them, and at the same time, a loud explosion was heard in the sky outside, followed by a torrential rain.

In Sujia Village, near the Moyuan River, on the river, a huge creature with a height of one foot stood on the surface of the river, its inky black robe hunting in the wind, and a pair of turquoise eyes were extremely conspicuous in the darkness.

Beside the river, there are terraced rice fields, and the paths between the terraces are staggered, but there is a large slope road, which divides the terraced fields into two sides.

Before the slope, there was an old man with an umbrella standing at this moment, although the old man was already tall for a human, but compared to the creature that emerged from the river, it was no different from a child to an adult.

"Lord River God. Kong Qiu saluted the creature that could stand on the river.

As soon as the old man's words fell, a thick lightning bolt streaked across the sky, illuminating the entire Sujia Village in an instant, and of course, Kong Qiu's face and the face of the Moyuan River God, only to see that the skin under the ink black robe of the Moyuan River God was covered with dark green scales, and the head was born with two horns, and its original form was obviously a dragon.

After the lightning, there was a deafening thunder, and then the heavy rain poured down, and the rain was loud, and the Moyuan River God was still standing on the river, letting the wind blow and the torrential rain wash, and the inky black robe could naturally isolate the wind and rain.

Kong Qiu held an umbrella in front of the road, and an ordinary paper umbrella covered the rain from all directions, not even a trace of rain vapor approached him, let alone the wind, which blew around the old man and dispersed on its own, or made a detour on its own.

The river god came out of the water, and he would eventually go ashore, and the old man stood in front of the slope, which meant obviously, preventing the god from going ashore!

"Old man, it is not easy for you to practice, it is better to enjoy your old age in peace, and don't stop me from going to find out the root cause of this vision. The Moyuan River God did not speak, but the voice spread, like a large water rolling in the space and pouring into the old man's ears.

Kong Qiu looked at the rainy sky, and said slowly: "Please ask the river god to see what happened today, what he saw and heard, and did not see anything." ”

"Presumptuous! You mortals are not easy to cultivate, since you don't cherish it, then return it to the 'heavens'. There was no change in the face of the Moyuan River God, but his tone had become a little heavier, and when he raised his hand, a stream of water surged from the Moyuan River, and the water turned into a killing arrow, shooting towards Kong Qiu, where the water arrow passed, isolated from the vacuum, the rain was washed away, and the aura was squeezed out.

The paper umbrella in Kong Qiu's hand turned slightly, and before the water arrow arrived, it lost its spiritual power, turned into ordinary water, and fell on the earth with the rain.

Mo Yuanheshen's eyes were slightly solemn, his blow was not heavy, nor light, but the other party didn't even seem to use his spiritual power, so he quietly dissolved the water arrow, making him have to re-examine the old man holding the umbrella.

"Ahem, no matter what, no matter what, if you are unreasonable for the first time, you will naturally be unreasonable for the second time, and I can only comfort myself with 'unreasonable just to be better reasonable'. Kong Qiu was sick again and coughed a few times, but he forcibly suppressed the coughing in his body, and his old face became serious, like an old master who wanted to punish his students.

Kong Qiu held an umbrella in one hand and raised it with the other, and the golden light of the raised hand flowed, and the golden light was actually composed of glowing words, each golden light was of different lengths, like sentences containing "truth".

Mo Yuanheshen's pupils suddenly contracted, and the old man on the other side was actually a saint who controlled the rules of reason!

Since the era of "Hundred Schools of Thought" has passed, the "Hundred Schools" of talents have withered, and there is a tendency for no successor, but those "Hundred Schools" of talents have been the mainstay of the unreasonable era, and it is because of them that human beings have been able to move from barbarism to moral society, and can change from that humble identity to a person who stands up to the sky as the arrogant words say.

Among the hundred schools, those ancestors who conform to the selfless way of heaven and comprehend the truth of nature can rely on or even control the power that exists between heaven and earth, they call it "rules", and a little more, in order to formulate rules, not only to obtain the recognition of the truth of the avenue, but to reach the profound realm of "I am the truth, the truth is me", and all beings respect them as saints.

The ancestors of the hundred schools, sensing the selfless way of heaven, became the first batch of human monks, and rescued tens of millions of human beings from the slavery of the barbarian ancient race, but it was a later thing, that piece of ancient history became a mystery, not to be snooped on, not to understand, because in this era, the heavens are mighty, and the biggest rules in the world belong to the supreme "heaven".

All the principles and rules can be modified at will in their minds and wills.

This era is an era of imperialism, and it is also an era of theocracy.

The gods control the divine power, communicate the power between heaven and earth, temper their own bodies, and then take possession of them, without the three stages of borrowing, holding and finally approving from heaven and earth like the ancestors of the "Hundred Schools", which is naturally more convenient and domineering, and there is no reason at all.

"Heaven" is the Emperor of Heaven, the selfish possessor, and the Lord of the gods.

Heaven is nature, a selfless sharer, and the beginning of all things.

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The dark clouds are thick, the lightning and thunder are roaring, the heavy rain is pouring down, the world is dark, every household lights up, the Qingyun Garden in Sujia Village is full of lanterns, and there are five or six candles in the bedroom, which are distributed and placed, and the candlelight is blazing, illuminating the whole room.

Ever since that huge explosion was remembered, Qin Sang on the bed became in pain, and the fetus in the placenta of her belly was about to descend into this world.

In Qin Sang's painful groans, the people in the room were busy, blood kept flowing out of Qin Sang's body, and the hot towels placed on his forehead were replaced one after another.

Su Zhe and Qin He, the two big men, couldn't help much, they could only do it outside the room in a hurry, Su Zhe, who had practiced a pair of skills for many years, was both nervous and flustered at this moment, like ants in a hot pot, walking around with his hands behind him in the corridor that could barely accommodate two adults side by side.

Qin He couldn't comfort Su Zhe, he was just as nervous, but not as unbearable as Su Zhe.

After a long time of nervous delivery, the baby finally began to be born by Qin Sang.

"It's a natural birth, it's a natural birth. Aunt Huang, who delivered the baby, shouted to Su Zhe and Qin He outside the door.

Su Zhe was overjoyed, not only because he was happy that Qin Sang didn't have to bear much pain, but also because he was looking forward to the birth of the baby.

Qin Sang's painful moans became smaller, and the baby's crying filled the entire room, but no one would feel irritated, Su Zhe and Qin He knew that the delivery was over as soon as they heard the cry, and just wanted to enter the room, a little maid in the "Wind Flower Snow Moon" came to the door and said to Su Zhe: "Master, it's a young master." ”

Su Zhe had great expectations that the baby would be a boy, but at this moment, he got his wish, and the joy on his face was even greater, and he walked into the door quickly, took the baby wrapped in cotton cloth in Aunt Huang's hand, and came to sit next to Qin Sang, who was weak.

"Sulang, let me see our children. Qin Sang, who was in a cold sweat, was still pressed with a hot towel on his forehead at the moment, Su Zhe touched her face and placed the child next to her head.

Qin Sang turned his head weakly, looking at the child who was conceived in his womb for ten months, his face was full of joy, and he looked at the child and said to Su Zhe: "Su Lang, have you thought of a name for the child?"

"I've thought about it a long time ago, so I'll call it Su Qingyun. Su Zhe looked at Qin Sang with loving eyes and said.

"It's just Su Qing, okay?"

"It's up to you. ”

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Soon after the heavy rain, the light rain continued.

After almost a cup of tea, the heavy rain, wind, thunder, and black clouds in the apocalyptic scene dissipated.

After the rainstorm, the earth was full of water traces, and countless raindrops spread all over the mountains and fields, one by one on the dust, on a leaf, on the eaves, under the railing, and on the floor.

The sky is as clear and bright as it has been.

By the Moyuan River, a tall old man with an umbrella in his hand, and a dragon demon with a height of one foot Moyuan River God, the former enjoyed the breeze after the rain, refreshing and appropriate, and the latter was restrained and full of awe.