Black Wood Cliff Chengde Hall.

Let me go high on the throne of the sect leader, half-squinting to listen to the deliberations of the elders, hall masters, and altar masters. Xiang Wentian stood on the right side, looking at Ren Xing's eyes and clear thoughts, he couldn't help but look worried, and then looked at Dongfang Undefeated, who was standing tall and smiling on his left side, and he was even more secretly jealous.

After a long time, the elders and hall masters finished their deliberations, and they retreated and dispersed one after another, and Dongfang Undefeated also resigned first on the grounds of participating in martial arts, and let me still indulge in the great * method of contemplating and cultivating goodness and absorbing stars, and I was unaware of it.

After a while, Ren Wuxing suddenly came back to his senses and saw that the hall was empty, so he asked Xiang Wentian, who was standing on the side, "The discussion is over?"

Xiang Wentian bowed and said yes, let me go, nodded, and got up to go back to the backyard. Xiang Wentian hesitated and called: "Sect Leader......"

Ren Wuxing turned around and wondered, "Something?"

Xiang Wen Tianyu reported: "Sect Master, Huashan has been in frequent changes recently, Yue Buqun sent people around to search for the various branches of the Quanzhen Dao to inherit the mountain gate and Taoist temple, as if he wanted to integrate the Quanzhen Dao and re-establish the Quanzhen Great Sect ......."

Let me walk look confused, his eyes flashed, and he asked, "Has Yue Buqun himself been sitting in Huashan?...... What are you doing?"

Xiang Wentian said: "Practice martial arts diligently every day in Chaoyang Peak...... He hasn't left Huayin for several months, and it seems that one of his concubines wants to have a child......"

Ren Wuxing frowned, and after a while, he asked: "The Dao of Quanzhen Dao is all over the north and south of the river, Yue Buqun does not personally go out, only relying on those side doors and left ways under the command of Huashan, how can he integrate those Taoist factions one by one?"

Xiang Wentian said: "When the ancestral court of the Quanzhen Sect finally collapsed in the Chongyang Palace of Nanshan, the inheritance of the Quanzhen Dao was divided into seven, all of which were passed down by the seven sons of the Quanzhen Dao, and they have risen and fallen for hundreds of years...... Yue Buqun has invited the real person Wang Changyue, the head of the Quanzhen Dragon Sect, to Huashan, and the two have been talking secretly for more than a month, and it is a foregone conclusion that they will be merged...... I'm afraid it won't be long before Yue Buqun's name will have to become the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, the deputy leader of the Five Peaks, and the head of the Huashan faction, Yue Zhenren!"

Let me do it and sneered: "Yue Buqun is not ambitious...... In the future, he will become the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, and he will almost be free from the coercion of the Five Peaks Alliance, and it will not look good on the face of Zuo Lengchan, the leader of the Five Peaks Alliance!"

As for the matter of stopping Yue Buqun's plan, let me think about it again and again, and finally had to give up. After all, Quanzhen Dao is the largest Taoist school today, and there are countless Taoist priests under it, which can be said to be invincible, and the prosperous Taoist temple like the Quanzhen Dragon Sect is closely related to the imperial court, and no one in the rivers and lakes dares to move lightly...... Moreover, once Yue Buqun becomes the leader of the Quanzhen Sect and takes charge of the authority of the Daomen, there will be no place to turn between him and the Shaolin Temple and the Wudang Sect, and he will inevitably fall into a more complex Buddhist and Taoist religion!

For this, how could Yue Buqun not know, but he didn't care. In his mind, if Huashan wants to have a long inheritance with Shaolin and Wudang, and the blessings are continuous, it will never work to rely on the rivers and lakes to fight and fight bravely, and only by relying on religious and cultural inheritance like Shaolin and Wudang can we carry forward the past and forge ahead into the future!

Moreover, since Yue Buqun discovered that the progress of the invasion of foreign martial arts such as Mongolia was unfavorable, his first idea was to follow the example of Qiu Chuji and fool Genghis Khan with the essence of Taoism, integrate the Quanzhen Sect again, and infiltrate Mongolian religious thought through missionaries, and the masters of Huashan followed closely to fight against the masters of Tibetan Esoteric Buddhism. With such a two-pronged approach, why can't he win the Mongolian martial arts, those Mongolian warriors, swordsmen and horse bandits are what he has in his pocket after all!

Of course, at this time, Yue Buqun had no time to plan the affairs of the sect...... In fact, everyone is facing his current situation, I am afraid that they can't calm down, let alone think about the mundane things outside their bodies?

"Ah...... Yes...... It hurts......"

Listening to Mei Niang's hoarse cry of pain in the delivery room in front of her, even with Yue Buqun's mental cultivation, she was inevitably anxious and nervous. It's just that he also knows that Mei Niang's internal skills are exquisite, better than most first-class masters, and she was tortured by severe pain at most when she gave birth, and there was no danger to her life......

Whoosh...... Whoosh...... Taking two deep breaths, Yue Buqun concentrated his breath, forcibly calmed his mind, and sat down at the stone table in the courtyard. Ning Zhongze, Feng Buping, Cheng Buxian and others all gathered behind him, looking at the delivery room from time to time, and most of their expressions were full of expectation.

"Master Yue's dedication is really profound, and he admires it!" said the middle-aged Taoist sitting opposite. This person has a jade face and black beard, is upright and kind, his eyes are clear, he is dressed in a black and white robe, his hand is holding the dust, and his temperament is leisurely.

"Wang Zhenren praised ......" Yue Buqun whispered humbly.

"Hmph!" Mei Niang's uncle sat in a wheelchair on the side, and became angry when he saw Yue Buqun's tepid appearance.

Yue Buqun didn't have the same knowledge as this old man, and asked Wang Changyue seemingly unintentionally: "The real person is profound, can you know whether this baby is a man or a woman?"

Uncle Mei Niang's angry face immediately tightened, and he turned his head to look at Wang Changyue directly, but he heard Wang Changyue smile and asked rhetorically: "Master Yue's cultivation is better than that of the poor Dao, so why do you need to say more about the poor Dao?...... I'm afraid that Master Yue has already made up his mind for a long time!"

Yue Buqun didn't answer directly, and said seemingly unintentionally: "Yue has been cultivating recently, and he has occasionally gained from comprehending innate skills, and when he looked at people and things before, there was always a vague subtle induction......

Wang Changyue's eyes flashed, and she asked, "Oh...... What kind of induction?"

Yue Buqun turned his head and glanced at Uncle Mei Niang with a smile, and then said to Wang Changyue: "It's like looking at the fetus in the womb of the clumsy Jing, only to feel a little pure yang qi in the chaos, like a purple sun about to rise, but not spitting ......."

The corners of Wang Changyue's mouth twitched, and she hurriedly stroked her beard to cover it up: "Since it is pure yang qi, it must be a boy...... Poor Dao congratulates the head of Yue to be a happy son!" said this, but he secretly marveled in his heart that Yue Buqun's cultivation was unfathomable, and his mind and spirit were as sharp as this, and I am afraid that he was not far from that magical realm.

Everyone around was overjoyed when they heard this, but they heard Mei Niang's voice in the delivery room louder, "Ah, ah...... Yue Buqun, you king * eight * eggs...... I hurt my aunt and grandmother to death......"

Cheng Buxian snorted, immediately turned his head away, and forced a smile, and the rest of the people also looked strange.

But Yue Buqun's face was solemn, and in his senses, the breath of Mei Niang and the fetus in her womb suddenly boiled, and the breath of life of the fetus became more and more intense, like a fresh and soft morning dew, which was dripping. He couldn't help but get up and approach the delivery room, only to see the door squeak open, and a maid who arranged for Wen Po to come out and said, "Madam is about to give birth, heat up the water quickly......"

A few maids and women who had been waiting at the door for a long time rushed in and sent hot water into the wooden basin.

Yue Buqun stood on the steps outside the door, closed his eyes and silently induced the situation of Mei Niang's mother and son inside, but felt that in the vast darkness, a large mass of mellow and warm breath flickered in strength and weakness, which was the unique breath generated by Mei Niang's cultivation of the Divine Sutra, and within this large group of breath, there was a small cloud of hazy breath gradually detached out. Compared with the large mass of warm and mellow breath, although this small group of breath is weak, the rich vitality that leaks out of it is several times more pure and condensed than the large group of breath...... What's more, this small group of aura seems to have an extremely mysterious connection with him......

This connection?...... Is it the induction between blood relatives?

Yue Buqun's mind became more and more condensed, and his sensing power increased by three points, only to feel that the mysterious connection penetrated into every part of the small group's breath inside and out......

Suddenly, the small group of breath and the large group of breath were separated, and only the last trace of silk connection remained...... But in the next moment, the connection was completely broken, and the two auras of one large and one small were completely separated.

The child gave birth......

At this moment, Yue Buqun only felt that the blood connection between himself and the baby was becoming more and more profound...... As soon as the ethereal and mysterious spiritual sense touched the small cloud of breath, a warm and flawless feeling arose.

In a trance, Yue Buqun seemed to "see" a ray of spiritual light in the baby's body that flashed away, and the next moment, he felt that the depths of his eyebrows jumped, and the same wisp of spiritual light appeared and disappeared at a glance, and he couldn't say what color or size he couldn't say...... In the darkness, his mind seemed to break through a layer of diaphragm and sink into a heavy overlapping brilliance...... In the previous life, from birth to falling off the cliff of Mount Hua, the minutes and seconds flashed like a slide, and then the bits and pieces of growing up in Mount Hua in this life and practicing martial arts and swords also flashed......

Yue Buqun's body shook, and he felt that there was some kind of vigorous aura in the heavenly spirit above his head, and Mu Ran poured into his body, and his spirit suddenly cleared. But in the next moment, that feeling disappeared without a trace, as if the magical feeling just now was just an illusion.

Yue Buqun vaguely felt that some kind of subtle change had occurred in himself, but his ears were full of the crisp cry of a baby......

The door squeaked open, and Wen Po came out with a big red soft silk swaddling clothes, she was very excited, and congratulated repeatedly: "Congratulations to Master Yue...... It's a young master!"

Yue Buqun took the swaddling clothes, and the baby's wrinkled little face was in his eyes, but in his feelings, it was a rich and fresh little life, a little life connected to his blood, and his heart was full of excitement and joy for a while......

Until Feng Buping on the side instructed the maid on his behalf: "Give each of the three stable women a reward of one hundred taels of silver...... Quickly set up a banquet and let the disciples of all Huashan take a vacation to celebrate the day!"

Yue Buqun woke up like a dream, handed the baby to Ning Zhongze beside him, walked into the house by himself, walked to Mei Niang's bed, looked at her pale face covered with sweat, couldn't help but hold her wrist, and said with concern: "What's the matter...... Is it still uncomfortable?"

Mei Niang rolled her eyes, and said angrily: "You can try it......" Suddenly felt a warm wrist, and a warm and mellow hot current quickly spread to the whole body along the meridians of her arm, as if she was soaking in a hot spring, making her gradually recover from the discomfort and weakness of giving birth. Her heart warmed quietly, and she asked softly, "It's a boy, have you seen it?"

Yue Buqun bowed his head and said, "I've seen it, I've worked hard for you!" was about to turn around and ask Ning Zhongze to carry the child over, but he didn't want to make a soft knock at the door, and then in the sound of bones, Uncle Mei Niang moved over in a wheelchair.

He was holding the child in his arms, his eyes were looking at the child's face without blinking, and the wheelchair under his body did not need to be pushed, only driven by a strong internal force, he came straight to the side of the bed and asked Mei Niang: "What name did you name the child?"

Hearing this, Mei Niang looked at Yue Buqun and asked, "Have you chosen your name?"

Yue Buqun smiled gently, "After our Quanzhen Sect is re-established, according to the genealogy of the Quanzhen Dragon Sect for hundreds of generations, the next generation will be called 'Shouqian' since the beginning of the word 'Shou'!"

"The style is not bad...... Uncle Mei Niang muttered, and suddenly continued: "The nickname is called 'Han Ri'!"

Yue Buqun was full of interest today, but he didn't bother to talk back to the old man, so he acquiesced to this nickname.

The next morning, Yue Buqun personally sent Wang Changyue and his entourage down the mountain, and after the two said goodbye carefully at the foot of the mountain, Wang Changyue took his disciples away, and Yue Buqun also turned around and returned to the mountain.

From afar, Wang Changyue looked back at Yue Buqun's back, and always felt that Yue Buqun's aura today was a little different from yesterday...... It seems that the feeling of being as majestic as a mountain and deep as the sea has faded a little!

couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it seemed that he had an epiphany yesterday, and nine times out of ten, he had touched that mysterious realm. This position of the head of the Quanzhen Sect still belongs to him!