"What do you think this kid will be like? I took a closer look, he just looks good, nothing special. Those cultivators didn't even take a fancy to him and took him to practice. ”

Wei Youqing's expression was solemn, "This child has been pregnant for a year and wants his mother's life." He glanced at Li Taoyao and hesitated, "The same is true for my daughter." When she died, it was when the child began to conceive. ”

Li Taoyao's expression changed greatly, and the hand holding the child trembled. She glared at Wei Youqing hatefully, and stuffed the child into Wei Rong's arms beside her for fear of being hot. As soon as he stomped his foot in annoyance, he was about to leave the funeral crowd and leave.

Wei Youqing stretched out his hand to grab Li Taoyao's arm, and said solemnly: "Taoyao, don't vomit." I'm wondering if the God of Ice and Fire is still in the God Realm, and even if he is, it's just self-exile. He won't be reconciled. ”

Li Taoyao glanced at Wei Youqing in horror, and the chagrin immediately dissipated out of the clouds. She opened her eyes wide and glanced at the child in Wei Rong's arms with mixed feelings.

"This is Tianshi Mountain, so many sects are cultivating here, and I am afraid that fighting and killing each other is indispensable, like the Ice and Fire Realm? This kid must take him away. ”

Li Taoyao glanced at the child resentfully, regretting that he shouldn't have gone to find something to eat for him last night—just let him starve to death.

Wei Youqing guessed Li Taoyao's thoughts, and solemnly added, "We can't kill him, he is a god." ”

Li Taoyao's body trembled, as if she couldn't support it. Feeling a little dizzy, she looked at the child again.

Wei Youqing silently put her hand into Li Taoyao's cloak, and hugged her slender shoulders without revealing anything, so that she could stand firmly.

Li Taoyao leaned on Wei Youqing's arms, tears couldn't stop flowing out, most of the people around Hengzhi were crying, and she simply cried together.

"Youqing, I'm sorry...... You're not going to hate me, are you? ”

Wei Youqing naturally understood what she was referring to, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and sighed: "Back then, Shangyang Zhenren told me that it was not a good match. I thought he was referring to the mandala flower ......"

Wei Youqing glanced at the child in Wei Rong's hand, patted Li Taoyao's shoulder, and comforted: "Even if she doesn't die from the mandala flower that day, she will die in the future." The Pearl Island had no way of fulfilling his ambitions. There is no one there to cultivate......"

Wei Youqing smiled a little funny, "The person who hatched from the pearl egg didn't cultivate in such a good place of spiritual power, he must feel very annoyed." ”

Li Taoyao didn't want to care about the pearl that was hatched with the demons of the Ice and Fire Realm, "Youqing, don't take this child away, leave him to Ah Zhan, okay?" ”

Wei Youqing glanced at Li Taoyao who was leaning on her body in surprise, the tears on her cheeks had not been wiped away, the pear blossoms brought rain, and she was pitiful.

Wei Youqing felt a pain in her heart and couldn't help sighing. Gods, immortals, people, all from all walks of life, those monks are willing to feed the gods with their bodies, what do they have to do with others? The consequences that I am worried about may just be unfounded......

Wei Youqing took out a handkerchief and handed it to Li Taoyao, and said pityingly: "Okay, if you don't like it, let's not do it." ”

Li Taoyao saw that Wei Youqing did not complain, and felt a lot of relief. According to Wei Youqing's thoughts, that child turned out to be the God of Ice and Fire, and the child's death was inevitable, so there would be nothing to say between her and Wei Youqing.

The ancestral hall of this small village is a tall stone house that towers majestically on a hillside, and the ancestral hall is surrounded by reclaimed land.

From the arguments of the surrounding villagers, Wei Youqing already understood that these lands were the public property of the village, and every family had to send someone to cultivate them.

Above the village are various hills, and each hill manages the villages of the mountain, and the village also pays taxes to the hills, and each hill also has its own private property directly under it. There is a mountain lord at the top of the mountain, and the mountain master is designated by the Shuzhen sect that practices on this mountain.

But in fact, there are many people who come to Tianshi Mountain every year, and the Xiuzhen sect doesn't know the details of so many people, so most of the mountain lords are elected by the village lord's guild.

The name of this place is Shaoshi Mountain, but the owner of Shaoshi Mountain is an exception, he was directly assigned by the heart gate that governs Shaoshi Mountain a few years ago. Because he always wears a mask, no one has ever seen him for what he is.

Accompanied by crying, scolding, and discussion, everyone noisily carried the coffin into the ancestral hall, and Wei Youqing and the three of them also carried the grandsons and sons of the three deceased and followed the coffin into the ancestral hall.

The inside of the ancestral hall is no different from the ordinary rural ancestral hall, in the center is an offering table, but there are no ordinary offerings on the table, but seven glass bottles of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple.

Among them, the red bottle is the largest, made into a pot-bellied pregnant woman, with a thoughtful look on her face; The other six bottles are separated at two ends, and the bottles are all with various human faces, yellow on the left is joy, orange is angry, green is worried, blue is sad, blue is fear, and purple is frightened.

All the people knelt down at the offering table, and the cry shook the sky. Everyone's head has a variety of mist rising from the top of their heads, entering different bottles according to different types of emotions.

If you look closely, you can see that these seven bottles are inextricably linked, and all the breath in these bottles finally merges into the glass bottle of the big-bellied pregnant woman in the middle.

This is the bottle that collects the seven emotions of people. Wei Youqing thought in his heart, this is the mountain range of the heart sect cultivation, and collecting these things is naturally to gain insight into people's hearts.

There is no smoke coming out of the heads of Wei Youqing and the others, this is normal, they are just outsiders passing by occasionally, and the dead people here can help them to the fullest, and there is no reason to cry for strangers anymore.

Lao Lizheng refused to waste any opportunity, he stepped forward and arched his hand to Wei Youqing and the three of them: "The three are outsiders, even if the two elders of the Mu family are old men, there is no reason to let the three of them cry here, please go to the hall with the little old man to sit down." ”

Wei Youqing was about to go around, and the three of them left the crying crowd and followed Lao Li to another hall.

This hall is more like an incense hall, with cigarette smoke lingering all around, and a good fragrance permeating everywhere. Wei Youqing peeked at the incense bracelet and saw that the incense bracelet did not react, so he was relieved.

Lao Li was looking at the child in Wei Rong's arms, and he didn't mean to object. He picked up four sticks of fine incense from the desk, handed them to the three of them, and said, "Three distinguished guests, follow the customs of the locals, and when they arrive at this stone mountain, they will leave a note of incense when they pass by." ”

After Lao Li finished speaking, he also picked up a stick, lit it on a beautiful ever-bright lamp next to the desk, and knelt on the ground reverently.

Wei Youqing and others followed Lao Li to light incense like this, and the busiest was Wei Rong, who held two incense sticks in one hand and held the child.