"That's right, Chen'er fell into a state of suspended animation." The middle-aged man withdrew the sword energy injected into the baby's body.
"My Chen'er is still alive, still alive." The young woman heard the middle-aged man's confirmation again. She grabbed her husband's hand with joy and shook it constantly.
Then the young woman started crying again, "Brother, please save Chen'er."
The middle-aged man sighed and said, Chen'er's current situation, if he wants to wake up on his own, external force cannot save him. Not only that, once the external force enters Chen'er's body, Chen'er will immediately die. So, I also
Nothing can be done.
"Why? Why is this happening?" The joy that had just risen in the young woman's heart seemed to have been knocked to the bottom of the ice all of a sudden. The sadness on her face just fell off her brows but came back to her heart.
"Because Chen'er is a nine-spirit body that is rare to see in a thousand years."
"The body of nine spirits.?" The young woman and the middle-aged man both asked in confusion. What is that?
"Gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, light and darkness, all nine spiritual roots are present. This is the body of the nine spirits."
"Isn't that great? Chen'er can practice nine kinds of magic attributes and martial arts. He will definitely achieve great things in the future, and maybe he will become a rare great master who can cultivate all nine kinds of attributes. We should be happy.
, but why do you shake your head and sigh?" The young woman is also a cultivator. When she thinks of the Nine Spirits Body, she thinks that the Nine Spirits Body is a rare genius physique.
"Oh, my brothers and sisters don't know. You should know that the fewer spiritual roots the better. A single spiritual root is more suitable for practicing magic and martial arts, and there will be more room for improvement. And the body of nine spirits is even more difficult to cultivate a single spiritual root.
Magic and martial arts must be cultivated in all nine attributes. Throughout the ages, there have been only two people in this continent who have the body of nine spirits. In the end, they were unable to cultivate and were lost in the long river of history. Therefore, we cultivate
People call Jiuling's body a waste constitution. In other words, Chen'er will not be able to practice martial arts and magic in his life."
After hearing the middle-aged man's explanation, a trace of disappointment clearly flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged people standing next to him. Only the young woman looked soothing.
"As long as Chen'er is alive, it doesn't matter whether he cultivates or not. As a mother, I will do my best to take care of him and love him wholeheartedly, no matter whether he is a waste or a genius. As long as he can be happy and joyful, I will be very satisfied," said
Then, the young woman took the baby from the middle-aged man's hand, kissed the baby's forehead affectionately, and said kindly, "Chen'er, please wake up quickly, mother really wants to hear my Chen'er cry."
The middle-aged man looked at the young woman and sighed.
"Come on, brother, let's go out and talk." After saying that, he walked out of the room first.
"Brother, it seems that there is no hope for us as a concubine to rise." The middle-aged man was sitting in a pavilion, with a trace of bitterness in his eyes, and he drank a glass of wine.
"Xiao Wen, I'm not telling you. We must rely on ourselves to rise. Don't always place our hopes on the next generation." The middle-aged man said seriously, looking directly at the middle-aged man drinking with dignity.
"Brother, I."
The middle-aged man waved his hand, "I understand your thoughts and efforts, but no matter what, you should not treat your son like that. Although Chen'er was born with a nine-spirit body and cannot cultivate, he is your child after all. You
You have to love him and love him well. As for the matter of rising, leave it to the elder brother.
The middle-aged man nodded and said nothing, just drinking wine. The quiet night was hazy, and occasionally a breeze blew the flowers and plants around the pavilion, making a rustling sound.
"Okay, stop thinking about it and drink less. Leave the important responsibility of rising to my brother to me. I believe that my brother will lead us to rise together. Go back and rest early. It must be very hard for my brother and sister to give birth to Chen'er.
After that, I experienced so many emotional changes. I am afraid that it will hurt my body, so I go and accompany her." The middle-aged man patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder, then turned and walked out of the pavilion.
The middle-aged man looked at the big man's back disappearing into the darkness and felt guilty in his heart. "I'm sorry, brother. My younger brother is incompetent. The burden of rising can only rest on your shoulders."
With a helpless and bitter sigh, the middle-aged man also walked out of the pavilion.