final catastrophe

Chapter 241 57. The head teacher is not at home (seeking subscription)
"This is my mother." Xia Yan struggled to organize his words, then pointed at Jiang Nanyue with his little finger with a face of confirmation.

The latter was blindfolded, his eyes were blinking, and the hair around his waist was trembling.

"Mom." The one-year-old boy hugged the life-saving straw tightly.

what's going on.
On Qingzhao Peak, Shangxian, Duanmeng, and the monster were stunned at the same time.

Is it really my child?
Jiang Nanyue fell into deep thought.

Could it be that my memory was washed away by some existence?So don't remember?
Jing Xiang thought suspiciously.

No, I clearly watched Aunt Tiantian give birth and raise a child
Well, it's actually inappropriate to say that it's a childbirth. After all, it's a flash of golden light, and the two children are born, and the legendary steady woman is not even used.

However, it will never be Xiaoyue'er's child.

Luo Yingning was also lost in thought.

Could it be that this child is also of a different race, and I misread it?
wrong
How could the child of fortune be wrong, he still has such a little physiognomy.

But there is no limit to children's words.

The nature of mother and child made this calm boy shaken, so he let go of the rare opportunity to learn from him, and ran to his mother recklessly.

The three looked at each other.

"Mom." Xia Yan hugged Jiang Nanyue's leg desperately, as if he couldn't drag it away.

Jiang Nanyue fell into deep thought.

If my memory is washed away, then
Who is the father of the child?
Why would he do this?

Could it be that.
Xiao Xiang'er tilted her head strangely, watching the scene here, suddenly everything in her mind was messed up.

A moving emotion welled up in my heart.

She felt her eyes moisten.

Unexpectedly, Xia Yan was snatched from his mother's arms so forcefully by himself and others.

This "Mom" contains so much grievance and expectation.

The longing of that day and night is really unimaginable, and it is hidden deep in the heart of a child who is only one year old.

How lonely, how cruel.

She couldn't help turning her head, and cast a glance of resentment at Shangxian at the side.

It seems to be blaming her, why... why should the mother and child be separated.

Luo Yingning felt the accusation in the eyes of the "friend who has gotten along well with her recently" beside her, and she was also in a daze.

Hard to do.
I looked away.

This is not a foreign race, after all, how could the child of fortune be a foreign race?

After thinking about it, Luo Yingning said softly: "Yan Yan, good boy, today we have to practice fairy arts and you will become very powerful when you grow up."

However, Xia Yan turned a blind eye, listened but didn't hear, and hugged the thigh of "the girl with funny cat braids" like a pendant.

Seeing this, Luo Yingning looked at Jiang Nanyue and said, "Are you really Yan Yan's mother?"

Jiang Nanyue was thinking, listening to the question, just shaking her head blankly.

For a while, several people fell into silence again.

Jing Xiang propped her chin and murmured: "Well, this matter is very strange, it's really confusing, let's ask the head teacher?"

In her opinion, Xia Ji is the sky, and everything she says is right.

And Luo Yingning showed suspicion.

Could it be that there is something hidden in it.

The three women hurried to Xuantian Palace with Xia Yan.

Unexpectedly, Xia Ji was not in the palace.

Qingfeng Mingyue was yawning boredly, playing with the dark plums in the courtyard. Since the serious teacher Meng left, the two of them seemed to be liberated, and no one would care about what they did.

The young and mysterious head teacher disappeared at every turn, and went to some unknown place to practice sword intent.

In the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain, he could disappear for several months.

Where else could he not go?

So seeing the three girls running into Xuantian Palace with the son of fortune excitedly, Qingfeng Mingyue just said, "The head teacher is out, and he doesn't know where he is going."

Without any choice.

The three women had no choice but to return home exhausted.

And because of Xia Yan's persistence, he stayed with Jiang Nanyue again and lived a lazy life.

The days of cultivating immortals came to an end temporarily.

Luo Yingning is also helpless, the way is natural, she can't do anything to force, especially once the boy is pulled away from Jiang Nanyue, the former will cry loudly, as if he is about to be dragged out and sold.

The crying is extremely miserable, which makes the smell move and the listener sad.

She can only hope that her seniors, who are coming in spring, can confirm whether this Jiangnanyue is a foreigner, or she has misjudged her.

At the same time, she was worried that Jiangnanyue was alone with the child of fortune, so she also let Jiangnanyue move back to Qingzhao Peak, and the three women had a child together.

You teach a few words today, and she will say a few words tomorrow.

Just passing the time like this.
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At this time, the coast of the East China Sea.

Thousands of miles of white sand, paved into a silver edge, outlines a winding coastline without seeing the beginning and the end.

However, hundreds of nautical miles away from here, there is a monk, with his eyes closed and palms folded, standing still with one foot on a withered reed.

No matter whether the waves are calm or churning, they seem unable to wet his clothes.

Shout out to Amitabha Buddha.

That is, all four are empty.

If my heart does not move, how can the movement of heaven and earth move my body?
The monk is obviously an eminent monk, but the route he traveled is still a secret and safe route constructed by using the island.

These routes are temporary, seasonal, and even once, they will never be available, so they cannot be popularized at all.

This monk is not afraid of monsters in uncharted waters
If he really wanted to go, he should still be able to survive.

The monk's name is Wuxiu, he is lame from birth, he is an eminent monk of the Luluo Temple, he has practiced Mind Buddha for decades, and he has achieved something. At this time, he can no longer be disturbed by external objects, even in the midst of water and fire, as long as the mind is not disturbed, You can also live in peace.

She always has the heart of helping the world, but this time she came to Longzangzhou only to find the son of destiny who can save all people from fire and water.

Then assist him, seize the world, and gain the power of heaven.

Use power to help the Buddha, and walk the world.

The battle of veins is more of a battle of fate.

Wuxiu believes that Dao Mai has already made the first move, but it doesn't matter, as long as he comes, he can fall down at once, and the world will be decided.

Suddenly he seemed to feel something strange.

Because the sea has turned red.

Then it boiled immediately, and the waves were slowly dancing like a woman's scarlet long sleeves.

And the reed he was stepping on was no longer stable.

Wuxiu shook his head slightly, quietly recited the Buddha's name, and immediately recited the Diamond Sutra.

The first sentence is exported: I smell it like this.

As soon as the four words were uttered, they pressed heavily on the bloody water with great power and comprehension of vicissitudes.

The silky waves immediately swirled into a vortex as if thrown by a boulder.

Wuxiu didn't listen or ask, just closed his eyes, and the speed of chanting in his mouth became faster and faster, as if the sound of the wind between the heaven and the earth, the body of the waves on the sea, water vapor, blood energy, all disappeared under his Buddha's voice.

brush.
The next moment, he suddenly felt his body go numb, and he couldn't move.

Then the waves suddenly soared into the air, entwined back and forth along their body, spun around several times, and wrapped themselves into rice dumplings.

Wuxiu wanted to say more, but found that he couldn't speak.

I wanted to move again, but found that this body didn't seem to belong to me anymore.

Then, he saw an elegant figure in a bright red dress dragging him towards the east on the sea.

It was still daytime, but Wuxiu felt that he was being dragged to hell step by step.

Did I go to the wrong place?
This was Wuxiu's last thought.

(End of this chapter)