However, if this goose is the original water child, in that case, why is there no cinnabar mole on the wild goose's chest?

Actually, this story still has to start from the beginning.

At that time, when Shizu used Wu's mother's child to exchange Zhong Dushan's daughter back, and then held the baby who was still in swaddling clothes to Murong Yingxue, Murong Yingxue didn't know what kind of feeling she had

At that time, Murong Yingxue was already eighteen years old, and many women of the same age had already talked about marriage at that time, and even had their own children, so Murong Yingxue at that time already had a sense of motherhood.

"Miss, you see, this is Zhong Rushui. "The ancestor was holding the child and showing it to Murong Yingxue.

In the package, a white baby is quietly carried inside.

And after Murong Yingxue saw such a scene, she didn't know what kind of feeling she had in her heart.

To tell the truth, this child is very cute, with a pink little face, big eyes that seem to be able to speak, and a small cherry mouth is a good embellishment of the whole face.

What's even worse is that when this child saw Murong Yingxue, he actually smiled.

And that smile made Murong Yingxue melt all at once.

So, in an unconscious state, Murong Yingxue instinctively smiled at the child.

However, this scene let Shizu see it.

So, the ancestor who was glad that he had finally got this child just now, suddenly had a wrong expression on his face at this time.

He didn't expect that Murong Yingxue would have such emotions towards the enemy's child, so the ancestor threw the child to the ground.

I only heard a bang, and the child fell to the ground, although it was wrapped in swaddling clothes, but the impact of the fall still made the child feel the first pain when he came to this world.

So the poor water wept aloud.

And Murong Yingxue was also confused by the sudden actions of her ancestor, and at the same time, she felt even more sorry for this child, so she frowned slightly.

"Uncle, who are you?" Murong Yingxue asked in surprise, and then thought about picking up the child.

"Miss. "The ancestor stopped Murong Yingxue's behavior.

Shi Zu's voice was full of deterrence, so Murong Yingxue immediately froze there.

Then, as if the air had frozen, only the cry of water became more miserable than the other.

This baby didn't know that the fall just now was the beginning of his miserable life, and the pain in the future would be a hundred times worse than today's.

"Miss, don't you know who this child is?" After a long while, the master finally spoke.

Although it was a question, the ancestor's tone was still full of helplessness.

At this time, Murong Yingxue finally understood what the ancestor had just reacted for.

It turned out that the ancestor was blaming himself for having compassion for this child.

After all, although this child is innocent, his father is a person who has a common hatred for himself.

Listening to the words of the ancestor, Murong Yingxue lowered her head.

"Miss," Seeing that Murong Yingxue knew his mistake, Shizu's tone softened, he sat down, and then said: " Miss, I know that you feel sorry for this child, think she is cute, and think she is pitiful, but, miss, don't forget, eighteen years ago, you were also such an innocent baby, you could have grown up happily, but you had to lose your parents, at that time, the lord and the lady committed suicide one after another, you have no memory at the time, if you saw the scene at that time, would you still smile at this child? I'm afraid, before I can do it, you will have already thrown this child to the ground yourself, and you will even slash this child. After speaking, the master sighed.

Over the years, the hatred education of the ancestors has still played a great role.

Therefore, Murong Yingxue suddenly had a different mode of thinking.

Yes, all his pain was caused by this person's father, although he was innocent, but he was even more innocent back then, so as the so-called father and son repay the debt, this child is not worthy of his sympathy, but should be allowed to be retributed.

So, at this time, Murong Yingxue, who seemed to have been brainwashed, looked coldly at the child who was still crying on the ground, but this time, her eyes were full of indifference and hatred, and she didn't have the worry and distress just now.

Later, Shizu began to concentrate on studying how to give all the energy in this child's body to Murong Yingxue. After all, when this child was born, he had taken a whole blood lotus, and in this way, this child was a natural energy field.

It didn't take long for Shizu to find a way.

Then, he told Murong Yingxue how to use his own skills to suck out all the power in this child's body.

But when the child grows up, how will she explain all this?

So, the master came up with an idea, saying that when this child was picked up, he was highly poisoned, and then he needed the master to heal him, so that Murong Yingxue could justifiably absorb the energy in Yan'er's body continuously.

At the beginning, Murong Yingxue was very satisfied with this arrangement.

Every time she absorbed the energy in Yan'er's body, Murong Yingxue felt as if she had been reborn, and every cell in her body had vitality, as if she was healthier and stronger at that time.

Therefore, as time went by, Murong Yingxue liked this feeling more and more, enjoyed this state, and gradually had other ideas.

At that time, the ancestor stipulated to Murong Yingxue that she could only absorb Yan'er's energy once in three days, after all, Yan'er was still young, and if she was absorbed energy every day, she would definitely not be able to stand it, and maybe she would still die, so for the sake of insurance, Shizu made such a decision.

However, Murong Yingxue gradually tasted the sweetness of absorbing energy, and gradually became obsessed with this feeling, so he was not very satisfied with the fact that he could only absorb energy once in three days, so he secretly started to think crookedly.

On this day, after Murong Yingxue absorbed the energy of Yan'er late, she reluctantly put Yan'er back into the room, and then took advantage of her energy now to practice.

When she arrived at the practice room, Murong Yingxue took out a book that she had been practicing hard all along.

One of the tricks is called fingertip wind.

The so-called fingertip wind, as the name suggests, is that after the martial artist has practiced this martial art, he can lift his fingertips to transmit a huge amount of energy, as if a gust of wind came out of his fingertips.

So, in order to practice this martial art, Murong Yingxue lit candles in the practice house, and in order to test whether she could use her fingertips, she extinguished all the candles.

However, this trick is not easy, and after so many days, Murong Yingxue still hasn't practiced it.

Because she had just absorbed energy, Murong Yingxue wanted to give it a try.

In the practice room, the candles are bright.

Murong Yingxue opened the book, stared with bated breath according to the above statement, and then silently recited the incantation in the book in her heart.

Then, Murong Yingxue concentrated all her energy and stretched out her fingers, hoping that this time, it would be successful.

Immediately afterward, a miracle happened.

In Murong Yingxue's fingertips, which were like onion roots, there seemed to be a burst of invisible energy, and then it burst out, passing through the air and directly reaching the candle.

Then the candle went out.

Murong Yingxue couldn't believe her eyes for a while. After all, I have been thinking about practicing for so many days, but I have never succeeded.

In today's room, it is pitch black, but Murong Yingxue's heart is bright.

Murong Yingxue knew that all the reasons were because she had just absorbed the evening energy, so at this moment, she was much stronger for herself than usual.

Then, Murong Yingxue lit the candle again, hoping to practice again.

With the same steps, Murong Yingxue came to the side again.

But will the candle flame that was clearly extinguished be extinguished again?