"Uh!" the emperor was speechless for a while, not knowing what to say. Looking at the baby's round little face, he smiled, pinched it and said, "This kid, dare to be disrespectful to today's saints, watch me teach you a lesson!"

"Haha! The emperor is really humorous, it seems that this little guy really loves you, and he will greet you warmly when he comes up!" Feng Huayuan was covered in a cold sweat, and his speech was a little incoherent, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

But seeing that the emperor was not angry, he became bolder.

"Dare to pee on the clothes of the saint today, boy, I remember you! My little daughter, I will definitely remember you too!" The emperor smiled and looked at Feng Huayuan, who was still wiping his sweat.

"Little daughter?" Feng Huayuan was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't know a little, and then laughed again: "Could it be that the imperial concubine has already given birth?

"Yes, that's right!" the emperor smiled and said no more.

"Okay, I'm done with today's words, it's time to go, this glass of wine is a congratulations!" he raised the wine glass in his hand, drank it all, and then shook off the dragon robe, and strode directly towards the dragon's place.

"What a busy saint!" Feng Huayuan smiled and said in the direction the emperor was taking: "Xiao Sun is not sensible, when I can stay in the future, I will personally go to meet the emperor and apologize in person!"

"A soak of urine, not enough to hang your ears!"

The people bowed to the place where he had left and sat back in their seats.

"Boom!" a bolt of lightning swept across the sky, breaking the silence in the field.

"Father, the child hasn't drawn lots yet, and I don't know where the future will go, so why don't you start now?" Feng Yuanjie said, glancing at the little baby in the bamboo basket.

"Okay!" Feng Huayuan clapped his hands, and a large open space was suddenly separated in the field, and the baby's bamboo basket was placed in the center.

Around him, there were all kinds of utensils.

A pen, a box of ink, a sword, a sword book, and a jar of wine. Not far from the wine, there is a more conspicuous picture scroll, in which is a woman, with her upper body half exposed, as if she is taking a bath.

The meaning of these four things is self-evident. Pen and ink represent being a civil official, and he will definitely be a literati in the future.

The sword spectrum and sword are the symbols of the military attaché, implying that they are invincible and unstoppable.

A jar of wine is a symbol of the drunkard, and the metaphor is that nothing will be accomplished.

And a picture scroll is a symbol of a coloring ghost, indulging in beauty all day long, which is also a symbol of achieving nothing.

Just when everyone was speculating about how the baby would choose, the baby's fat body finally moved.

First crawled to the pen and ink, then the sword and the sword book, and in the time when everyone was stunned, he had already climbed to the side of the scroll.

Feng Huayuan's face twitched obviously, and he didn't know how to preside over it.

"Purr, purr, cluck!" the baby chuckled, and tuckled the sword under his ass as a seat. Then, I picked up the picture scroll and looked at it beautifully. Before everyone's shock was over, they heard a bang, the wine jar was opened, and a meaty little hand was holding the wine jar and drinking it.

As if the posture was uncomfortable, the baby raised the long sword in his hand and pasted the scroll against the wall, and the long sword pierced it. So he giggled, lay down on the ground again, pen in one hand, wine in the other, and took a few sips from time to time.

"Brush!", "Brush!" "Brush!" the brush fluttered quickly on the scroll on the wall.

After a while, the baby drank the last sip of wine, and his little face was a little red, as if he was a little dissatisfied, and threw the jar in his hand on the ground, but did not make much noise.

He swayed his fat body and bulging little belly, making him walk, swaying and swaying, and he was in danger of falling to the ground at any time. I took off the scroll, looked at it, and nodded with satisfaction. Holding a long sword in his hand, he held it high in the air, and he was at ease.

"Uh!" someone had already taken the first step up, looking at the picture scroll in the baby's hand, speechless in shock.

In the painting, the woman who was half-exposed just now was already dressed at the moment, not only that, but around her, there were a few more butterflies, dancing, like living creatures.

"Tsk!tsk!tsk!" Someone sighed: "The boy's talent is beyond the admiration of the old man!"

"Genius of the world!"

"Perhaps, he will be the first powerhouse above the Dingjun period I have ever seen!"

All kinds of emotional voices came from all sides.

The Feng family's face was full of shock, and they were recalling the previous process one by one, and there was only one person, who didn't seem surprised. He is the baby's father, Feng Yuanjie.

"Boom!" A thunderclap burst out in the air, a huge thunderclap, pulling everyone back from fantasy to reality.

Before everyone could react, a bolt of lightning also came.

"Smack!" the long sword in the baby's hand was struck by an electric bolt, and a blue figure struggled and fell to the ground.

"Ahh

"Grandson!"

"Son!"

"Nephew!"

Shocked voices from all sides were heard, and everyone sighed for the baby's death.

If you are struck by lightning, you will surely die. From ancient times to the present, no one has ever survived the baptism of thunder and lightning.

"Bang!" The original blue long sword was now pitch black, and it fell to the ground, and there was a white area like a human hand at the hilt.

"The old man hates!" Feng Huayuan looked up to the sky and sighed: "I hate this day and envy the talent!--hate!"

However, a scene that everyone didn't expect still happened.

The originally charred baby on the ground, at this moment, is slowly struggling, on the surface of its body, a layer of charcoal black ash fell to the ground, which once again revealed the baby's smooth skin.

"Son!" Feng Yuanjie was about to step forward first, but was blocked by Feng Huayuan.

Feng Huayuan shook his head, signaling that he could wait and see what happened.

But when he saw the baby on the ground, he shook off the black ash on his body and got up. He grinned and gave everyone a cute smile, killing the audience in an instant.

"Giggles!" he smiled, his bare ass, his body refreshed, and his skin still shimmered.

Feng Huayuan's eyes were cold, and he recognized it at a glance, this was a symbol of the innate tripod body, and he couldn't help but tremble a little with his hands, facing the baby is a tripod to cross.

"Whoa, whoa!" the baby's mouth, unable to help the pain, became a little twisted.

His body, Dao Dao Silver Blindness, gathered more and more, and the more it shined.

"Innate Ding Body!"

Out of nowhere, someone exclaimed.

No one understands what these four words mean better than these monks who practice penance all day. No one knows better than them what these four words mean.

"Innate?" the baby muttered to himself, not so loudly that only he could hear it.

After a short silence, laughter rang out in the Feng family's compound.

"What a congenital body! You hide it from me so deeply!" Feng Yuanjie said to himself.