After a pause, Yan Zhengfang took a breath and continued: "Our energy and means are limited, in order to ensure that the Yan Clan will not be exterminated, we can only use such means!"

Hong Shi sighed and said, "Sect Master, what I'm worried about is that the success rate of this plan is too low, who can say clearly what will happen in the future......? With such a low success rate, is it really worth sacrificing so much?"

Yan Zhengfang raised his head and said with a firm gaze: "What you said may be right, but have you thought about it, even if the probability of success of this plan is very low, but once it succeeds, our Yan clan will be completely liberated, and we don't have to worry about the persecution of the Daqian royal family anymore! Do you think that our Yan people have been living a life of wandering around and being chased and killed like lost dogs?"

Hong Shi's mouth opened, but he couldn't say anything anymore, and he knew that it was useless to say anything.

Hong Shi himself is also a member of the Yan Clan, if this plan really succeeds, he and his relatives and descendants will also benefit, and if Yan Zhengfang's plan cannot be carried out because of his temporary soft-heartedness, he will become a sinner of the Yan Clan!

So, after a long silence, Hong Shi said, "Sect Master, I'm ready......"

The snow grew heavier and heavier, and the wind roared like a giant beast, and in the midst of this loud roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth, the small temple stood pitifully, and the dilapidated doors, windows, and walls seemed to tremble slightly.

At this moment, in the temple, Yan Zhengfang mixed his blood with the tattoo paint, and Hong Shi was even more nervous, sweat beads were faintly visible on his forehead, his expression was not relaxed at all, and he looked solemnly at the needle in his hand, staining the mixed pigment on the needle.

In front of Hongshi, the baby had been unwrapped and placed on its back in the cradle. In this strange and cold atmosphere, the baby seemed to realize something, but instead of crying, he kept his eyes open and kept observing everything around him.

"Master, you can get started!"

Hong Shi squeezed this sentence out of his mouth, and then used his strength to stabilize the needle in his hand.

After Yan Zhengfang was a little bit, Hong Shi didn't say a word, and after staining the mixed pigment with a needle, he began to prick the baby's back little by little. As soon as the needle was pricked, the baby's skin immediately changed, it was red and swollen due to congestion, and the blood beads seeped out and slid off with the smooth skin.

Apparently the baby had felt a great pain in his back, and he began to cry, struggling with his hands and feet.

Hong Shi couldn't care about the baby anymore, and his hand holding the needle moved very quickly, and every time the paint was finished, he immediately dipped it in the mixed pigment and quickly repeated the needle pricking.

After a short while, a birthmark pattern appeared prominently on the baby's back. The pattern was vague and irregular, but it was faintly discernible that it seemed to be a strange dragon swallowing a ball.

With the last bit of paint left, the stone needle swung through the paint, and then landed at high speed on the baby's back. When they finished the last point, Hong Shi and Yan Zhengfang both compared the patterns on the side and nodded in approval.

Hong Shi comforted the crying baby, but couldn't help sighing, the birthmark tattoo with the same blood as Emperor Qiandi has been completed, and the plan can never be turned back, from now on, this child will be different from his twin brother, facing a completely different life, what will wait for him? miserable, suffering, suffering......

In any case, at least one thing is certain, the baby will not be able to enjoy the love of his biological parents and grow up under the care of his parents......

Although Hong Shi's heart was chaotic, it was already the case, and he was powerless to change anything. He gently held the baby in his arms, and the tears on the baby's face had not dried, but when he saw Hong Shi's gentle and loving face, he actually laughed out loud.

Hong Shi looked sad and thought, "What a good child...... How much should I suffer such a sin......"

On the other side, Yan Zhengfang did not wipe the sweat off his face, and sat down in a chair in despair, silent for a long time.

Hong Shi sighed and said to Yan Zhengfang: "Sect Master, I will raise this child well, at least let him have a free and happy childhood......

Yan Zhengfang was silent for a while, quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and suddenly knelt down to Hong Shi.

Hong Shi was shocked, helped Yan Zhengfang and said, "Sect Master, what are you doing here!"

Yan Zhengfang bowed solemnly: "Hong Shi, I can't fulfill the responsibility of a father, I can only hand over this responsibility to you, and you will also shoulder the next key plan, the future of the Yan clan depends on you...... For this, you can stand my worship!"

Hong Shi listened, his nose was also a little sour, and he sighed: "Sect Master, I can understand...... You shoulder the fate of the entire Yan Clan, and you have to give up your own flesh and blood, and if you had a choice, you would not do so...... You don't have to blame yourself for this, please rest assured, I will definitely take care of this child, let this child spend his childhood happily like ordinary children, and ensure that the whole plan can be successfully realized!"

Yan Zhengfang has never cried a few times in his life, only when his parents and master died. But on this day, he cried more than once, and at this time, he couldn't suppress the pain in his heart, and couldn't help crying. Probably feeling his gaffe, he forcibly controlled it, stopped his tears and said: "Hongshi, thank you for your hard work......"

"Master, does this kid have a name?"

Hong Shi changed the topic and asked.

Yan Zhengfang shook his head and said, "I haven't ...... yet."

Hong Shi said: "Then I'll help him get a ......"

After thinking about it, Hong Shi blurted out: "Let's call Ah Le! This child is destined to be burdened with heavy responsibilities, and he can't be like an ordinary child, so he can only hope that he will be as happy as possible." Sect Master, what do you think of this name?"

When Yan Zhengfang heard this name, he felt a pain in his heart, but he forcibly held back and said, "Okay......!

After saying a few more words, Yan Zhengfang instructed Hong Shi a few words, and then walked out of the temple.

"Kid...... Hate me...... I don't deserve to be a father......"

Yan Zhengfang endured the knife-like pain in his heart, stood in the wind and rain for a long time, and when he was about to become a snowman, he finally looked back one last time, and walked away into the distance, and disappeared into the vast wind and snow after a while......

Many years later, some people still recall that the snow was very big that year, the north wind roared and raged everywhere, and the people of Pingyang City had never seen such a big snow in their lives, but not many people knew the story of this snowstorm that happened in the sky......