"What's the matter, son?" Zhenjun Duoze asked softly.
The youngest son was named Shi Yuan. He was born with few words, was frail and sickly, and had extremely poor spiritual abilities. He probably only lived a few hundred years, so the whole family was very tolerant and patient with this little son.
Shi Yuan pointed to the place where his mother and Wu Xingyun were, and said with rare dignity: "Big stage."
"What big platform?" Zhenjun Duoze was a little confused. There were only two stone piers where Wu Xingyun chatted with his Taoist companions, not even a larger stone table.
Shi Yuan suddenly burst into tears and repeated: "Big stage."
"Stop talking, son." The expression on the face of True Lord Duoze's lover changed slightly. He immediately moved over after hearing the sound, raised his hand, removed the tear stains on Shi Yuan's face, and comforted softly, "It's okay, son."
Wu Xingyun stopped a little far away with a complicated expression.
True Lord Duoze glanced at the two women and then at his beloved son, feeling that these two women were hiding something from him, so soon after, he contacted his apprentice An Qingjin for discussion.
Now on the peak where True Lord Duoze is, the two women chatted about everything, making Master Duoze and his disciples look like two outsiders.
An Qingjin is in retreat in the cave.
The children have grown up, and the An family is prospering, but it lacks high-level combat power. As the only single-gold spiritual root of the An family at present, he also practices a high-level metal-based technique created by the An family, so of course he has high hopes.
In addition, An Qingli gave birth to a baby in his early 100s, which had a huge impact on him.
He could accept being compared to An Qingli, but he could not fall too far behind An Qingli. Otherwise, the gap in cultivation would be too great. It would be too embarrassing to stand next to An Qingli like a servant in the future.
"What are your instructions, Master?"
After receiving a message from Master, An Qingjin temporarily left seclusion and went to Yiju.
Thinking of the scene where his youngest son burst into tears, Zhenjun Duoze looked a little solemn and expressed the speculation that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time.
"Qingjin, tell me, is it possible that your junior brother, like your Taoist companion, has the ability to predict the future?"
The muscular An Qingjin's tiger body trembled: "Master, why did you say this?"
In recent years, he has been in seclusion from time to time and has not had much contact with his junior brother.
In addition, the junior brother didn't like others to approach him. He only seemed to have eyes for his father, mother, and some ants and insects, so An Qingjin didn't take the initiative to approach him.
Duoze Zhenjun sighed: "A few times, my junior brother suddenly spoke up, pointed at someone or a certain place, and said some inexplicable words. I was puzzled, so I suggested that he draw it, but your junior wife was always rejected.
Prevent."
An Qingjin pondered and said: "Master, what you mean is that my wife may have known about it, but she didn't tell the truth?"
True Lord Duoze nodded heavily and said with emotion: "Perhaps you and I, master and disciple, are all married to the blood of the Witch Clan. It's just that your bloodline was deprived of it, while mine has no obvious Witch Clan bloodline, but gave birth to a child.
A son with witch blood."
According to classic records, the yin in the witch clan is strong and the yang is weak, and the men with pure blood in the witch clan are all born with deficiencies and die young.
His son was born weak, and if it hadn't been for the constant nourishment provided by the elixir peak's medicine, he probably wouldn't have survived for long.
An Qingjin's face was also solemn, thinking about Wu Xingyun, who had a withdrawn temperament, but suddenly fell in love with his master's wife. In addition, his master was not a talkative person, so he probably believed the guess of Zhenjun Duoze.
"Revealing the secret will cost you your life." An Qingjin said in a deep voice, "Master's wife loves her son very much. Perhaps this is the reason why Master does not let the younger brother paint to reveal the secret."
"That's right." Zhenjun Duoze said worriedly, "But this time, when your junior brother looked at your junior wife and your wife in tears, he must have foreseen something bad happening."
"Is it still related to Nebula?" An Qingjin also suddenly became nervous, "Then I will go back immediately to inquire and make sure to confirm this matter."
True Lord Duoze nodded, then remembered something, and reminded him: "A few years ago, your An family alchemist was going through a thunder tribulation, and Yuan'er suddenly pointed at her and said she flew away."
"Flyed away?" An Qingjin was shocked again and asked uneasily, "How did you fly? Did you fly with wings, flew on a monster beast, or was hijacked by someone?"
"How can it be possible for her to grow wings and fly by herself? She is a human being, not a bird." Zhenjun Duoze retorted immediately, and then said helplessly, "Yuan'er only said one sentence and flew away, and there was nothing more. If Yuan'er is of the witch clan's bloodline
Confirm, you’d better remind your alchemist.”
An Qingjin cupped his hands and thanked him: "Thank you, Master, for the advice."
True Lord Duoze was preoccupied and said: "The Grandmaster also arrived at the scene, and Yuan'er pointed at the Grandmaster again. He wanted to say something, but I stopped him. Now that I think about it, I am really afraid that something bad will happen to the Grandmaster."
The Grandmaster is related to the entire sect, and nothing unexpected can happen.
An Qingjin consoled him: "Grandmaster's luck is astonishing. Nothing bad should happen. I don't know for sure, but it's a huge good thing."
"I hope so." Zhenjun Duoze sighed, and suddenly remembered that six years ago, his son suddenly pointed at a Taoist Transformation Lord and said "grandson".
At that time, the word "grandson" was spoken, which made the other party extremely unhappy, thinking that the child was disrespectful and deliberately scolding others.
However, now that the Taoist Transformation Lord has successfully recognized his ancestor and returned to his clan, he has become the grandson of another Taoist Transformation Lord. He has inherited a large amount of cultivation resources, which can be regarded as a windfall from heaven.
From this we can see that what Jia Yuan'er foresees is not necessarily a bad thing.
I hope what happens to Grandmaster Mu Sheng is a good thing.
The atmosphere in the room was a bit depressing, and the master and apprentice were relatively silent. An Qingjin suddenly said: "It's foreseeable, but it doesn't mean it can't be changed. What's supposed to come may come. If you block it, it may come in a worse way. Master
Just relax."
True Lord Duoze thought about Wu Xingyun's possible encounter in the future, and said to An Qingjin: "You also need to keep these words in mind."
An Qingjin's expression changed. His Taoist companion had a bumpy journey to Taoism. He really didn't want her to go through too many hardships.
True Lord Duoze patted An Qingjin on the shoulder, and did not forget to tell An Qingjin: "You and I, master and disciple, will know about this matter for the time being, and do not disclose it to outsiders. As for your Alchemist An, there is no need to inform him."
Details."
An Qingjin nodded in agreement and drove the light back to his cave to look for Wu Xingyun.
Wu Xingyun is not good at lying. Every time An Qingjin asks the other party whether something is true or not, he can tell the clues from the other party's expression.
This time An Qingjin found Wu Xingyun and asked straight to the point: "Junior Brother Shi Yuan is of the same bloodline as you, isn't he?"
Wu Xingyun was caught off guard by the question, his eyes averted, and he turned his head away with a guilty conscience.