The Queen of Xuanyi

Chapter 672 Unique
Nangong Xuan shook his head and said, "Shi Qingzun is unfathomable, I can't see through him, I always feel that he is not as simple as we know, for a person like him, either he is sure of victory, or he is forced to a dead end, Let's not fight him head-on, otherwise the best outcome is to die."

Zhan Yunge was taken aback, since she knew Shi Qingzun's identity, she knew that he was very strong, but now that Nangong Xuan has reached the peak strength of the ninth level of a true god, she still can't see through him, the person who can make Nangong Xuan so jealous, Shi Qingzun was the first one, how strong is he?
"From the fact that the spirit beast was tricked this time, we can see that he is not simple. Yunge has so many treasures, and there is also the space of the spirit disk, which has life. You can come in just a few days, and you can understand it. Has your itinerary calculated all of this?" Nangong Xuan asked.

The beautiful brows frowned, spirit beasts have a separate living space, not to mention themselves, even as a beast god, they don't know the magic point, how do they calculate all this?You can't do it without thinking.If it weren't for the brains, she wouldn't even be able to get into that god's tomb, and she's still scheming, how could it be possible.

"He hasn't broken through immortality yet, why is he so strong?" Yun Ge asked in bewilderment.

"We should go to the place where those strong people live, maybe we can find the reason." Nangong Xuan said in a calm voice. Although we still don't know how strong Shi Qingzun is, but if we are really forced to that point, He won't lose to him either.

Xing's eyes narrowed, thinking of Ming Ruolai who knew Yunli's ancestor, she had come here to remind herself to be careful of those people, although she didn't specify who it was, now it seems that Ming Ruolai should be referring to Shi Qingzun.Senior Zhiqiu also said that Shi Qingzun was the strongest among them, and Mingruo was so afraid that he didn't even dare to mention his name, which showed that Shi Qingzun's strength was as terrifying as his methods.

But such a strong person, who has no confidence in Poshen, actually wants to plot against his own divine fetus. Does he know that the Continent of Gods and Demons is sealed, or has he seen too many people fail, and wants to accumulate strength and break through eternal life?
Looking down at the son in his arms, Nangong Ziye was playing with the bone flute that Tang Xuelan had given him, playing it occasionally, but it didn't make much sense.

Nangong Xuan took the bone flute from his son and explained to him how to play the bone flute. The father and son, one spoke seriously and the other listened carefully. After a whole morning, from being out of tune at the beginning, now they can play the flute. When the tune came, Yun Ge was amazed at Nangong Xuan's patience.

And what he taught his son to play was the drunken flower song she played on the flute, and it was played on the bone flute, which had a special charm.

Seeing his son puffing his cheeks and playing all morning, Yun Ge felt a little distressed, took the bone flute from his son, and said to his son, "Your father plays this piece very well on the purple bamboo flute, do you want to listen to it?"

Nangong Ziye nodded immediately, and then looked at his father with a pair of star eyes.

Nangong Xuan looked at both the mother and the son, Yun Ge meant that you hurry up and let the son rest, and the son meant that Dad, I want to hear it, so hurry up and play it.

He smiled dotingly, and with a thought, the purple bamboo flute that Yun Ge personally carved for him appeared in his hand.

"Wow, so beautiful!" Nangong Ziye's phoenix eyes, which were exactly the same as Nangong Xuan's, suddenly lit up, crawled from Yun Ge's arms into Nangong Xuan's arms, took the purple bamboo flute from his father, looked at it curiously, his eyes Zhongdu unabashedly likes it.

"Your mother carved this for dad herself. It's a birthday present for dad, so I can't give it to you."

Naturally, Nangong Xuan saw that his son liked it very much. If he could give his son other things, this would not work. This was the first birthday gift Yun Ge gave him, and it was also the only one. They have not had a good time in the past few years. Not to mention birthdays.This gift is very important to him, even his son can't give it to him.

Nangong Xuan pouted and looked at Zhan Yunge, "Mother, the baby wants it too."

"The baby is still too young, the bone flute is small and suitable for you, when the baby is old enough to play the flute, mother will give you one too." Yun Ge naturally would not refuse, and he was already thinking about what kind of flute to carve for his son.

"Mother, I want it now." Nangong Ziye said coquettishly, pulling her sleeve.

Yun Ge seldom sees something his son likes very much, so he nodded and said, "Okay, but now I don't have so much time to carve, baby has to wait patiently."

"Okay." Seeing that his mother agreed, Nangong Ziye immediately narrowed his phoenix eyes with a smile.

"What kind of patterns does the baby like?" Zhan Yunge asked.

"Daddy looks like this." Nangong Ziye said while holding up the purple bamboo flute in his hand.

"Let's put it another way. This is a birthday present from mother to your father. It is unique. Mother will not carve the same purple bamboo flute for anyone." Yun Ge refused without thinking.

Nangong Ziye suddenly felt wronged again, why can't father have him.

After hearing Yun Ge's words, Nangong Xuan was in an extremely beautiful mood. This girl could always hit his heart hard with a casual word, and then let her heart beat crazily for her.

Yun Ge didn't see Nangong Xuan's joy. Seeing that his son was upset, he immediately said, "Baby is also unique in mother's heart, so I want to give the baby a special flute that cannot be like anyone else's flute."

Nangong Ziye was happy again, then depressed again, "But I can't think of what kind I like."

Yun Ge thought that Nangongxuan's flute was transformed by the think tank, and called out the think tank again, "Little Shitou, you still know what kind of flute, change it, and let the baby choose one."

The think tank Xiao Shitou's body froze for a moment. He is a great think tank, why didn't he do something that a think tank should do, why did he do these things that have nothing to do with wisdom?

But seeing Nangong Ziye looking into its bright eyes, he compromised, okay, let's change.

So throughout the afternoon, Nangong Ziye was discussing the shape of the flute with the think tank. Little Shitou did not know how many flute shapes he had conjured up. After seeing so many styles, Nangong Ziye decided to design one himself, so Xiaoshitou changed his appointment again and again according to what Nangong Ziye said.

In the end Nangong Ziye happily said to Yun Ge, "Mother, the baby wants this style."

Yun Ge, who was lying in Nangong Xuan's arms, sat up and saw the change of the little stone, and said in surprise, "Is this designed by the baby himself?"

"That's right, I don't like the way it has changed, so I can only think of one." Nangong Ziye said while holding the purple bamboo flute transformed by the think tank.

"Do you want to change it?" Yun Ge asked again.

Nangong Ziye shook his head, "That's it, it looks great."

Yun Ge took the purple bamboo flute, looked at it carefully, and didn't miss any small details. After finally confirming that it was correct, he let the think tank change back to its favorite little stone.

The think tank immediately changed back. If it had five senses, you would definitely be able to see that it was relieved. The one who tossed it this afternoon was not so tired when it first tried to please its master.

But it's too early to relax. Nangong Ziye, who hasn't been looking for a think tank for a long time, has come to hide again. After the Zizhudi's appearance is settled, he starts to let the think tank change what he can think of. The think tank resigned to his fate Child, it wasn't until Nangong Ziye was tired from playing and fell asleep in Zhan Yunge's arms that it was truly free, and hurried back to Zhan Yunge's spiritual disk space.

Yun Ge looked at his son sleeping in his arms, and sent him to sleep in the Mingzhuyuan bedroom next to the purple bamboo forest in the Lingpan space.

Then he turned to Nangong Xuandao, "Do you think the purple bamboo flute that your son came up with looks familiar?"

"I saw it in an ancient book. I forgot the specific ancient book. It's been too long." Nangong Xuan kept staring at his son's movements. He remembered the appearance of the purple bamboo flute as soon as he made it out. But it's limited to remembering, and I can't remember the details.

"Biography of Emperor Aogu." Yun Ge blurted out.

She has the ability of photographic memory, as long as she has passed her eyes, she can accurately find out the source.

Nangong Xuan also remembered after hearing the words, "It is indeed a biography of Emperor Aogu, and the shape of this flute is the shape of the flute he is holding in his hand in the portrait of the Great Emperor."

"Son won't have anything to do with Emperor Aogu?" In fact, what Yun Ge wants to say is that his son will not be the reincarnation of Emperor Aogu, right?
Nangong Xuan shook his head, "Probably not. Emperor Aogu's exercises are different from those of his son. If he is reincarnated, the exercises will naturally be passed on."

Yun Ge patted his heart exaggeratedly, "That's good, if my son is really the reincarnation of Emperor Aogu, I will be under a lot of pressure."

Nangong Xuan laughed, "If it were someone else, they would hope that their son was the reincarnation of Emperor Aogu."

"Who else should our son reincarnate?" Yun Ge asked arrogantly.

"That's right." Nangong Xuan echoed, with parents like them, how could his son not be outstanding.Whether it is the Nangong family, the Yun family or the Zhan family, the descendants of that family are all very talented, and the sons have no bad genes to inherit.

"My son went to sleep without eating dinner, so he must be hungry when he wakes up." Yun Ge looked at the sky, there is no day and night in the God Tomb space, but they have their own time measurement method, and it is already evening.

"I'll go in and cook." Nangong Xuan raised the corners of his lips, probably because his daughter-in-law wanted to eat, but he didn't pierce it.

Yun Ge chuckled and followed him in, leaving Xiao Cai outside to continue flying.

Nangong Xuan went to the kitchen to cook, Yunge went to the purple bamboo forest, carefully selected a section of purple bamboo that was not flawed, then took out a carving knife, and sat on a piece of bluestone in the purple bamboo forest to carve.

Now that he promised his son, it is natural that the sooner he can carve the purple bamboo flute for his son, the better.

For the next few days, Yun Ge was carving the purple bamboo flute with peace of mind. Nangong Xuan finally knew that his birthday gift was not easy to carve, and seeing Yun Ge's carving techniques, she knew that her carving skills were quite good. high.

At this time, the peaceful days of the family of three were broken again.

(End of this chapter)