"Ruoxue, go and bring Hongwen here, the others are scattered. ”

This is the first sentence of Fu Ming for three days, everyone looked at each other, and they couldn't solve Fu Ming's mind, Ruoxue had never seen Fu Ming such a decadent appearance, but she still maintained a calm and calm attitude, and only bowed her head when she heard the words: "Concubine will go." ”

After receiving Ruoxue's affirmative reply, Fu Ming looked at the crowd of people kneeling on the ground outside the Changle Hall holding various documents, closed his eyes slightly, and with a wave of his big hand, he closed the gate of the Changle Hall again, only the courtyard was full of whimpering.

When he saw Fu Ming again, he had already rearranged his face and changed into a lilac silk dress, restoring his dashing image of a handsome son.

Ruoxue was holding Hongwen who was not sleeping peacefully in her arms, a small person, pink and tender, with red cheeks like peach blossoms in March, but the two clear willow eyebrows were only knotted together, as if in a dream, I saw something unhappy.

Fu Ming took Hongwen in Ruoxue's arms, and said expressionlessly: "You go back first, come and pick up Hongwen at sunset." ”

Ruoxue was puzzled, but she also felt that the atmosphere was wrong, so she didn't say much at the moment, only bowed and said with a light smile: "Yes, the concubine is retired!"

Fu Ming hugged the little person in his arms, and for some reason, looking at Hongwen's immature face, what he thought of was not Ruoxue reincarnated by Liu Xiruo, but Liu Xiaoxiao, who had a stubborn personality and was now uncertain about his life and death. Maybe because of the similar appearance of the two, Hongwen is like Liu Xiaoxiao, but it is also a understandable thing.

Thinking of this, Fu Ming couldn't help but sigh in his heart, if Liu Xiaoxiao's child hadn't died, it should be as cute.

After looking at it stupidly for a while, Fu Ming's heart was horizontal, and he sat down cross-legged with Hongwen, his slender big hand floated with layers of inky black mist, and the black mist, like the moon in the heart, hung the swaddling Hongwen high in the air, Hongwen's frowning eyebrows stretched out in an instant, and he fell asleep more and more.

The cultivation of people in the Three Realms all originates from the aura between heaven and earth, just as the cloud in the book, the qi, the aura is also, the heaven and the earth are born, and they can open mountains and split stones, move mountains and seas, and resist mountains and land.

The aura elements contained in each person's body are different, just as there will not be a single leaf in this world, the aura elements can be roughly divided into seven categories: gold, wood, water, fire, earth, darkness and light. Generally speaking, a person can contain about two or more aura elements, but the degree of richness is different, the higher the purity, the better the cultivation talent.

Generally speaking, if there is only one kind of aura element in a person's body, then that person's cultivation talent is unmatched, and if this kind of aura element is rich and pure, then this person's cultivation talent can be regarded as ancient and modern.

Of course, if a person has two or more aura elements in his body, he can only choose one of the two to practice. Because there are natural commonalities between the aura elements, such as water and fire are inherently incompatible, wood and fire are inherently incompatible, and so on, generally speaking, practitioners will choose one of the most intense aura elements for a long period of practice.

As a member of the underworld, Fu Ming is naturally not exempt from vulgarity, and the qi of cultivation at the beginning is also the aura born of grace between heaven and earth, but the aura attribute in Fu Ming's body is a dark attribute that is rare for thousands of years, and there is only this kind of aura attribute, which is a rare cultivation holy body between heaven and earth.

After thousands of years of practice, Fu Ming finally refined the aura born from the grace of heaven and earth to another unattainable height, and the mutated aura is the most iconic Netherworld True Qi under Fu Ming. But even if it is the mutated Netherworld True Qi, its essence is just aura, so the Netherworld True Qi has all the characteristics of the aura.

Reiki is the carrier of martial arts practitioners' practice, and Reiki will condense a reiki spring in the dantian in the abdomen, like the eye of the sea. At first, it is necessary for the cultivator to continuously absorb the aura of heaven and earth and nourish the aura spring, once the aura spring is formed, it will release wisps of warm aura day and night, feeding the cultivator himself.

When Fu Ming decided to give it a go and follow his heart, he was shocked to find that there were too many things, and although he could be desperate, he couldn't ignore the stability of Hades for thousands of years.

Therefore, before he gave up everything, he had to choose a person who could take up the great cause of the Hades, and he would pass on half of his cultivation to this person, and of course, the best candidate for this person was his own son, the eldest son of the Emperor of the Hades, Hongfumi.

He was supposed to pass on all his cultivation to Hongwen, but as soon as he came, he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping to rescue Liu Xiaoxiao from the dark heaven on the seventh layer of the Hades. Second, Hongwen is still young, and his martial arts are unstable, so if he rashly imports too much aura, he is afraid that it will backfire.

Wisps of ink-like netherworld true qi wrapped Hongwen in it like a silkworm chrysalis, visible to the naked eye, like a huge black crystal ball, exuding a scorching glow.

Fu Ming felt the unbearable pain of the spiritual energy stripping in his body, thousands of years had passed, and the Netherworld True Qi had already fused with Fu Ming's soul like blood cells.

The pain of stripping off the Netherworld True Qi is no less than the pain of a knife and a knife, but he has no regrets, thinking of Liu Xiaoxiao, who is still struggling in the dark heaven, or who has died and fallen, he has no regrets!

Time is really an interesting thing, when it gives everything to you, you are greedy and don't know how to cherish, always think that person will always be by your side, and finally wait until you lose it, only to be surprised to find that those lost time will never go back, and those who leave can only chase, can't chase, only regret.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally when Fu Ming was sweating profusely, half of the Netherworld True Qi in his body finally entered Hongwen's body in swaddling clothes.

If there are others present, they will be surprised to see all this in front of them, Fu Ming's handsome face, which was originally as resolute as a person in his thirties, was actually printed with a thin layer of pink and white in this moment, as if going back in time, and the whole person's temperament became much more immature, as if he had returned to the appearance of twenty flowers.

And Hongwen, who was still in swaddling clothes, seemed to have eaten some fast-growing growth agent, and instantly grew from a baby waiting to be fed to a pink boy about ten years old. The small clothes on his body have been torn out at some point, and the wisps are hanging on the white skin, and the whole person is lying quietly in the Changle Palace, on the big bed with swaying curtains and jade beads.