Starting from the Valkyrie, pushing across the ages

Chapter 155

Seeing the roof covered by the sun, Zhao Yingnan straightened his expression, and immediately stepped into the bedroom.

Surging spiritual energy surged in the room, filled with seven-color rays of light, as if in a fairyland.

"Congratulations, General!"

In the bedroom, a middle-aged woman greeted her with a newborn baby girl, her face full of joy.

Even though she was just born, the baby girl's pupils already had an aura flickering, and the aura in the room was converging towards her body, stabilizing the innate aura that was about to dissipate.

With this innate source, the baby girl's future practice path will be ten times or even dozens of times faster than ordinary people, and it will be easier to break through the bottleneck.

Just as the monks outside Zhennan General's Mansion guessed at this moment, the birth of this child is destined to become a dragon and phoenix in the future.

"Ah."

Zhao Yingnan's reaction was a little cold, he glanced at the baby in the woman's arms, didn't look much, just passed by, and stepped into the house.

He rushed to the bed in a hurry, looked at the pale Ji Jingyu, immediately turned his palm and took out a elixir that had been prepared, and helped her swallow it.

Soon the elixir took effect, helping Ji Jingyu replenish his vitality, drain the remaining dirty blood in his body, and his originally pale face gradually returned to rosy.

"How do you feel?" Zhao Yingnan had concern in his eyes.

"There's nothing serious about being so delicate." Ji Jingyu shook his head, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walked into the inner room, and changed his clothes.

The body of a monk is much stronger than that of ordinary people. With the addition of the spirit pill to strengthen the foundation and cultivate the vitality, childbirth is naturally not like the ordinary woman's life and death.

After combing neatly, Ji Jingyu walked slowly to the middle-aged woman, carefully took the baby girl, with tenderness in his eyes:

"You said Yu'er, what will it be like in the future?"

There was no response to her inquiry, Zhao Yingnan stood aside with his hands behind his back, staring at Zhao Yu in Ji Jingyu's arms, his brows were tightly knit, and there was no trace of joy in his expression.

Seeing this, a trace of doubt flashed in Ji Jingyu's eyes: "Husband, I don't think you are very happy?"

"Don't think too much, how can I be unhappy."

Zhao Yingnan's brows were slightly relaxed, and she stepped forward to take Zhao Yu from Ji Jingyu's arms.

Looking at the slightly closed eyes of the daughter in his arms, the expression in his eyes became more and more complicated.

As one of the few top powerhouses on this star, he can understand some secrets that ordinary people don't know, like the palm of his hand.

In this world, there are no natural monsters or unparalleled talents. They are nothing more than the reincarnation of strong men and the reincarnation of saints.

Today's arrogance and evildoers, one million years in advance, which one is not the unrivaled powerhouse who dominates the galaxy in the universe.

The law between heaven and earth is fair. If there is an evildoer who is obviously beyond ordinary people, there must be a great cause and effect in his previous life.

The vision from the sky should be a sign of auspiciousness, but Zhao Yingnan would rather his daughter be an ordinary person, that would be better than now even if he holds Zhao Yu in his arms, he still can't tell whether the girl in his arms is himself or not. daughter.

Ji Jingyu didn't have as many thoughts as Zhao Yingnan, and looked at Zhao Yu's tender cheeks with a little blush, and muttered to himself:

"Heaven's auspicious, this child will definitely be a great monk in the future."

"Master..."

Hearing this, Zhao Yingnan couldn't help but sigh: "Maybe."

He knew very well that the child's future might exceed many people's expectations.

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Middle-earth border.

On the wide official road, chariots and horses were running rampant, and a lot of rich spiritual energy fluctuations overflowed in the void, filled with a gentle atmosphere.

Shen Qing's murderous aura on the edge of the blade was calmed down a lot, the blade was sheathed, the sharpness gradually subsided, and his mood became much more relaxed.

"Friend Daoist Shen, we're here."

Lu Jin's voice sounded outside the car, and the car shook slightly and stopped slowly.

Shen Qing lifted the curtain and got out of the car. When he raised his head, he saw a city with a simple atmosphere.

The city wall is not tall, but it has been baptized by the years. It has a deep and ancient atmosphere. There are still some special scars on some corners of the city. Some of them look like knives and axes, and some of them seem to be caused by unknown murderers. The claw marks of the beast.

Feiyun City, the history of this ancient city can be traced back to tens of thousands of years ago. At that time, the Holy King of Nine Netherness had just appeared in the world, and the current kingdom of God has not yet been established. There are still monsters and alien races raging on this land. .

After paying the entry fee, the caravan slowly entered the city, stopped before a post station, and began to rest.

After stepping into Middle-earth, Shen Qing was most impressed by various complicated taxes, as if he had to collect taxes no matter what he did.

Going out to hunt, collect medicinal herbs, dig spiritual mines, and even discover the caves left by ancient monks, all these things have to pay taxes, and the share of tax collection is huge, accounting for almost one-third or even half.

Ordinary monks, even if they don't do anything, just practice, they have to pay practice tax. These exorbitant taxes can almost be called excessive collection, but these monks under the rule of the Central Dynasty seem to have become accustomed to it.

Compared with the Southern Territory, the aura of Middle-earth is certainly more abundant, but this tax is also more than one step heavier.

"The caravan needs to be resupplied first. Would Fellow Daoist Shen follow me to Fangshi?"

After setting up the caravan, Lu Jin sent out an invitation.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, please feel free to do it yourself. I have some private matters to attend to, so I won't go with you."

After Shen Qing declined, she left the inn directly. She had a clear goal, to collect some ancient books, and it would be faster to act alone.

After listening on the street for a while, Shen Qing found the largest library in Feiyun City. Most of the collections here are ordinary ancient books, as well as some superficial methods of cultivation, some advanced secret books, and previous books. The handbook of practice experience will not be stored here.

Therefore, this library pavilion is empty, and most of the people who come and go here are ordinary people, or some practitioners who are not serious monks. This is exactly what Shen Qing wanted.

The doorkeeper in front of Zangshu Pavilion is a white-haired old man, wearing a large white robe, his beard and hair are all white, the skin on his face is wrinkled, full of traces of the passage of time, sitting on the recliner in front of the door, squinting Eye nap.

At this time today, Shen Qing's spiritual perception has already far surpassed that of ordinary people. She can detect the details of the old man. He is a monk who has completed the Gang Sha Realm.

Undoubtedly, this old man is a rare master of the spiritual formation, and his attainments in the formation are even deeper than that of Zhenjun Yongshen that Shen Qing had met before.

Shen Qing had enough reasons to suspect that the old man in front of him was most likely a Tongzhen level spiritual master who had sensed his own spiritual pattern from heaven and earth.

After stopping in front of the door for a while, Shen Qing finally didn't rush to bother her, and after paying the entrance fee, she stepped into the Library Pavilion first.

After she finished reading the information hidden in this pavilion, it would not be too late to communicate with this formation master.

(End of this chapter)