"It's a draw."

Ning Daoqi's body was like a floating cloud, and in the vague situation, he could only see a blurred back.

"Fan Qinghui has left the Song family. Before she left, she said that Cihang Jingzhai will be closed for twenty years. I hope the Song family leader will not invade again."

He controlled his energy and rode the wind under his feet, like an immortal walking on the clouds, and his fairy track was ethereal, except for the Song family's mountain city without disturbing anyone.

Except for Chu Mu who was with Ning Daoqi for a while, no one in the Song family knew about the arrival of this great master. Even when Fan Qinghui left, they didn't know at all.

Ning Daoqi left the mountain city, and his figure was soaring that it was several feet high. The aura under his feet gathered into a mist at this moment, causing him to leap to a high slope with a little force.

The terrain here is high, and standing on the slope, you can see the top of the mountain city from a distance, and a corner of the building where the Song Valves are the main martial arts practice.

Fan Qinghui, wearing a long moon-white dress, held a paper umbrella and looked out from afar, as if she wanted to see the figure deeply engraved in her memory.

"As many as two years, as few as half a year, Song Que can break through the secret hall and become a great master."

Ning Daoqi landed on the slope and said, "When the Huangtian Dao of Master Nan Tian needs to sense the secret hall when he enters the hall. Since Song Que needs to use the swordsmanship skills to balance Yin and Yang, his Huangtian Dao has at least been accomplished."

"My younger generation knows," Fan Qinghui lowered his head slightly, pressing his slender palm on his lower abdomen. "For four months, Qinghui has been grinding with him, and he is very clear about his martial arts progress. Originally, although he sensed the secret of the entrance hall, his foundation was a little lacking and was not enough to break the situation. However, after taking Qinghui's Yuanyin, his foundation was no longer a problem."

"Senior Ning, what I want to know is whether his mind is as abnormal as I said."

"Start the extreme of emptiness and keep quiet. This state of mind is not an abnormality, but the highest state that those who study Taoism hope most," said Ning Daoqi. "The old Taoist and he made 314 hands, and each hand paused for no more than two breaths. Each hand collided with each other with spiritual power, but he all blocked it back. The reason for this was because of his transcendent state of mind. At that time, the old Taoist knew that although the old Taoist's strength was greater than that, he could never do anything to him. Even if the old Taoist took all his strength, he could not keep him."

"However, if it is extremely weak, it is impossible to revise the Han Dynasty. If you really keep quiet, it is impossible to kill Cihang Jingzhai. Song Que's state of mind was extremely terrible. He grasped a precise node between the heart of heaven and the heart of man, and could make himself as quiet as the heart of heaven, without losing the seven emotions and six desires of the heart of man."

Fan Qinghui gently stroked her lower abdomen, and her cold face was a little cold. She analyzed Chu Mu's mood bit by bit and analyzed her gains over the past four months.

"His heart has almost no flaws, but it is not invincible. If I can defeat him, just use me and his child."

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In front of the sharpening hall, Chu Mu looked at the unfinished chess game, suddenly pointed another point, and fell another piece on the chessboard.

When this piece fell, a clear chess game suddenly became extremely dangerous, and the chess style, like a glorious sun, suddenly reversed, and changed from a grand and righteous way to a dangerous and silly way.

The blackzi, who had already gained the upper hand, suddenly fell into a crisis.

"The combination of righteousness and wonder is one, and the interweaving of the brightness and wonder. You saw the sword on the surface, but didn't see the sword in the dark. Ning Daoqi, you still missed a little."

Chu Mu gently brushed his sleeves and turned around and entered the knife sharpening hall.

Behind him, the water curtain chess board slowly collapsed and dissipated.

‘Shi Zhixuan and Bi Xiuxin really got together. As I expected, Fan Qinghui chose to leave after thinking that she had found my weakness. Next……’

Chu Mu walked into the sharpening hall, looked at the word "Tao" on the wall with his hands behind his back, and thought to himself: "Shizhixuan, we will meet again soon."

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Ten months later, Chang'an.

Behind the famous Toda Temple, a solemn temple is hidden here in a quiet place, with sounds of pain constantly ringing in the meditation room behind the temple.

After a while, the pain stopped, and another loud cry sounded, as if declaring his existence to the world.

In the Zen room, Chang Shanni, the abbot of Yuhe Temple, wiped the newly born child with hot water, wrapped it in swaddle clothes, and handed it to the child's mother's arms, saying, "Congratulations, it's a girl."

On the bed, Fan Qinghui, who had just given birth to a child, looked pale. Even though she was a martial arts master, she could not withstand the pain of giving birth. However, her profound martial arts allowed her to quickly recover after giving birth. After the pure true energy was running for a week, Fan Qinghui had already recovered a lot of energy.

She took the child, and her rosy face had recovered a little, and she carefully reached out to hold the child.

But after a moment, Fan Qinghui's kindness gradually disappeared, replaced by a complex look of calmness and guilt.

She looked up slightly, looked away from the child, and sighed: "Four-month disguise and ten-month pregnancy eventually led to the birth of this child. I don't know whether it was right or wrong to let her come to this world."

After practicing Taoist sect skills, it is difficult to get pregnant again. With Chu Mu's current realm, he may not be able to cultivate children for ten or eight years, but Cihang Jingzhai has a special method of pregnancy protection, so that those disciples in Jingzhai who sacrifice themselves and feed demons can get pregnant as quickly as possible.

Fan Qinghui pretended to be obsessed with Chu Mu during those four months and sang every night. Finally, she was pregnant in the fourth month.

Her palm gently stroked the child's little face and watched her fingers being sucked by her daughter subconsciously, Fan Qinghui felt inexplicably irritable.

Finally, she handed her daughter to Chang Shanni and said, "This child will be bothered by Master Lao in the future. When she becomes sensible, I will take him back to Jingzhai to raise him."

As the owner of Cihang Jingzhai, Fan Qinghui could not bring her illegitimate daughter back to raise her. She didn't even dare to give birth in Jingzhai. She could only arrange the Jingzhai affairs before her belly grew bigger, and then secretly brought people to Yuhe Temple, one of the branches of Cihang Jingzhai, for childbirth.

Even if the child is born, she cannot appear in front of the world as Fan Qinghui's daughter. In the future, she may be Fan Qinghui's disciple, Fan Qinghui's niece, but she must not be Fan Qinghui's daughter.

If even the master of Zhai gets pregnant and has a child, then Cihang Jingzhai’s sign will be smashed.

"Amitabha, Pont Ni knows," Chang Shanni shook gently with the child in his arms, and asked, "What name does this child call?"

The name of children should be given by parents. However, Fan Qinghui was extremely irritable after giving birth and was disgusted with the birth of the child, so she simply said, "Leave it to the Master to name it."

As she said that, she actually struggled to get up and called the Jingzhai Gate guarding outside, intending to return to Cihang Jingzhai directly.

The irritability and disgust in his heart made Fan Qinghui not want to stay for a moment, but just wanted to leave here quickly.

While using her skills to protect her body, she put on a thick fur under the service of her confidant disciples. She kept getting on the carriage and leaving, leaving the child directly in Yuhe Temple.

Seeing that he could not persuade him, Chang Shanni heard the child start crying, and could only say helplessly "injustice" and ask someone to get the goat milk that had been prepared long ago so that the child would not be hungry.

However, at this moment, the door of the house suddenly opened, and a figure with a cloak with only a little chin under the hood appeared at the door. The mysterious outfit made Chang Shanni in the house open his mouth: "You..."

The man looked up slightly, and there seemed to be two cold stars flashing under the shadow of his hood. Chang Shanni looked at the two cold stars, and he felt that his thinking seemed to freeze at this moment, and his whole body lost his mind.

"child······"

A figure wearing a black cloak walked into the room, and there was a child in his arms.

He exchanged the two children from the swagger, and then his figure flashed, disappeared into the room like a ghost, and let the door close automatically.

After a while, Chang Shanni suddenly woke up and subconsciously hugged the baby in his arms.

She looked around with some suspicion and felt strange about her sudden loss of consciousness just now, but no matter how he recalled, she could not remember the scene that had just appeared. She seemed to have suddenly lost consciousness, and then woke up in the next second, without any fragments in her memory.

After a while, the other nuns from Yuhe'an brought the goat's milk back. Chang Shanni was in a hurry to feed the child, so he threw the strange feeling behind his mind.
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