The vast history of the Yuan, the world has been more than 3,000 years, the void is vast, all things in the world, who is the master of the ups and downs?

In the endless void, with the birth of chaos, the void is no longer void, chaos is no longer chaos, the void and chaos are fused with each other, but in the meantime, I don't know how to go through geometry, one after another Hongmeng's qi evolves, accompanied by bursts of great avenue sounds.

I only heard Hongyin's illusory voice coming, throughout the ancient and modern!

Chaos comes by itself, and Hongmeng creates all things.

Attributed to Yu Tianqi, Hongjun turned into ten thousand ways.

Where love goes, it is to know what to rely on.

Whoever is provoked by greed, the monument of the Buddha of Wuji.

What is hateful, who knows who will come.

Why do you rely on delusions, there is nothing and emptiness.

Life and death know the past and the present, and mortals do not mourn themselves!

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"It's going to be born, it's going to be born, it's going to be born, you and your mother have to hold on," said an anxious-looking peasant stamping his steps back and forth outside the straw hut.

"It's almost born, Zhang Axiu, work harder!" The midwife pumped basin after basin of water and urged.

"Ahh The woman who was in labor and was called Ah Xiu screamed in pain, and the scream was very terrible.

The peasant outside the house was stamping his steps, and when he heard the shouts, his heart became more and more anxious.

The farmer tried to go in several times, but stopped for fear of disturbing the midwife, but he was helpless outside the house.

You can't enter, the people in the village said that it is taboo to enter the house before the child is born, and it will make the newborn baby contaminated with evil spirits!

Xu Po is the most famous in ten miles and eight towns, and nine out of ten babies who passed through her hands survived!

The peasant said to himself secretly.

However, isn't there still a chance that Yicheng will not survive?

The peasants were once again restless.

But you can't get in, and walking outside the house is not a solution!

"Ahh

Listening to the staccato cries of the house, the peasants kept stomping their steps, but only stomping their steps.

I don't know how long later, the sound gradually disappeared, and with the "crunch" sound under the straw house, the dilapidated wooden door slowly opened, and a sweaty midwife walked out.

The peasant immediately rushed to the door and looked at Xu Po with hope, as if he was about to wait for Xu Po to congratulate him on becoming his father.

A few nights ago, while the old hen in his coop was sleeping, he stole the eggs he had just laid, and as long as Xu Po said some congratulatory words to him, the eggs would be hers.

However, he was disappointed.

Xu Po shook her head, wiped the sweat from her hands and sighed: "Hey, Zhang Dasha, let's mourn and change, this is his life!"

Xu Po moved her head down to look at Zhang Dasha's lower body, and then said to Zhang Dasha: "It's okay to be there, hurry up and Zhang Axiu, you two will work harder, mourn, it's all fate!"

Zhang Dasha listened to Xu Po's words, and was immediately stunned on the spot as if he had been hit by five thunders, and he was at a loss.

Xu Po looked at Zhang Dasha, shook her head, bent her waist, and walked out of the house.

"Child...... child. Zhang Dasha trembled his hands and moved towards Zhang Axiu's bed step by step.

I saw a fair-faced woman lying on the bed, her face was pale, her collar and messy hair were soaked with sweat, and the woman's eyes looked at Zhang Dasha who was walking towards her with hope.

"Brother Dasha, where is the child? What about our child, give me a hug. Zhang Axiu endured fatigue and said weakly to Zhang Dasha.

"Ah Xiu, we ...... Our children, hey, it's all fate!" said Zhang Dasha as he looked at the motionless baby in the basin.

"You mean, no, my child!" Zhang Axiu said as if he realized something, and his voice trembled hoarsely.

Zhang Axiu trembled, shed tears, and cried silently.

How strong Zhang Axiu was when she gave birth, she knew that her child, her first child was about to be born, today was her baby's birthday, she was a child's mother, a pride from her mother, told her not to cry!

When she heard the bad news of the child, Zhang Axiu cried, just because of the heart-rending pain!

Zhang Dasha silently walked to Zhang Axiu's bed and sat down, hugged Zhang Axiu, took a deep breath, and comforted him: "Ah...... Ah Xiu, this is all fate, it's all over, besides, we still have a chance. “

"But that's our child after all. Zhang Axiu's voice trembled and said with tears.

"Hey! Dasha patted his thigh, looking powerless.

The two people in the house leaned on each other, and at this time they both hoped that a miracle would happen, but did the miracle exist?

For a while, there was no speech in the room, only Zhang Axiu's choked sobs remained.

Life and death know the past and the present,

Mortals do not mourn themselves!

A streamer of light fell from the sky, broke through the grass hut, burrowed into the dead baby's body, and disappeared.

"Wow~Wow~"

A sudden sound of a baby screaming resounded throughout the house.

The couple in the room were startled by the sudden sound, and then turned their heads to find the baby in the basin dancing and crying.

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