A dazzling white light flashed past. Cheng Yu turned his head to avoid the dazzling light, and then hurriedly inspected the spirit.
After a black cyclone in mid-air was struck by lightning, it turned from thick to light, then from light to thick. After repeated three times, a vague and illusory face slowly emerged from it.
The facial features on that face are exactly the same as those of a three or five-year-old child, with two braids and a small white dot on the forehead. If you look closely, it is a snowflake mark.
The spirit spirit has been split into concrete form.
It is indeed a girl.
Qi Ling shook his head slightly, then squeezed his eyes, and then he could see the world in front of him clearly. When he saw Cheng Yu opposite him at the first glance, he immediately became happy.
"Daddy!"
A clear "Daddy" cry made Cheng Yu freeze on the spot.
Who?
Me?
He suddenly remembered that those newly hatched ducklings would recognize the first living creature they saw after birth as their parents, no matter what species they were.
"Don't scream, I'm single."
Cheng Yu finished speaking half-jokingly, and then asked:
"Do you still remember what happened before? How did you get here?"
"Daddy, you gave birth to me!"
"Nonsense, since I am your father, what about your mother?"
Seeing Cheng Yu's question, Jia Fei next to him suddenly froze for no reason. He stopped looking directly at Qi Ling as if he felt guilty, but his peripheral vision never relaxed for a moment.
"What are you looking at? You are not my mother, why are you nervous?"
The spirit spirit was very cautious, as if it had looked at the cat demon completely, and said to Jia Fei in a squeamish voice.
"You...who's looking at you, little bastard!"
After Jia Fei said this, his face turned red, and he turned his head to look at the sky.
"If you hadn't robbed me of Thunder Tribulation, I wouldn't have transformed into a human body right now, huh! There's no shame in robbing a child."
"Hey! You kid is still full of energy. Believe it or not, I will hit you with lightning again!"
"Come on, come on, even if you pay off the debt."
Seeing Jia Fei and Qi Ling arguing like this, Cheng Yu hurriedly intervened, suppressing Qi Ling and scolding:
"Okay! Your current state is no better than before. If you give it another blow, it will break apart. Let's talk about your origins first."
Qi Ling pouted her little mouth and made a milky sound:
"Dad, please forgive me. The other two spirit spirits and I are of the same spirit. We emerged from the idol of dad. We are indeed the children of dad. Please don't deny You'er."
"You'er? Do you still have a name?"
Qi Ling nodded:
"I am a ghost spirit. The naughty one on the left side of my father's body is called Shuangling, and the sleepy ghost in the middle is Feiguang. I like yin, and the Shuangling likes yang. The sleepy ghost... ignores everyone and only loves to sleep." p>
Youjing, Shuangling, Feiguang...
Aren’t these three souls?
Even three souls can turn from virtual to real...
"Then let me ask you, you should have received three waves of black and yellow energy before you completely transformed from virtual reality to reality. What do you think about the black and yellow energy?"
You Jing shook his head and said:
"I don't remember. You'er only remembers that you were sleeping soundly when you were suddenly taken out of the statue of your father, and then stood in front of your father."
"That's it... Okay, also, your You'er is really not nice to hear. You are a prisoner, so it's unlucky.
I'll change your name to... You'er. It just so happens that you've always been on the right. From now on, the naughty one will be called Zuo'er, and the one in the middle... let's discuss it later."
"You'er, okay! You'er will be called You'er from now on."
Cheng Yu then asked about the origin of the snowflake on your forehead.
The right child spoke one by one with a small mouth and a milky voice.
It turns out that after she killed Xue Gu yesterday, she got this thing from Xue Gu's soul, and she just felt that the coldness was quite useful.
Just now when she rushed towards the old lady in white again, the snowflake once again felt a sense of intimacy, as if she and the old lady were good friends.
The old lady did the same thing. She thought the visitor was a good friend, so she actually let down her guard and took no precautions.
She was able to easily kill the old lady's soul with one blow.
"You might try to find out where this snowflake comes from?"
The child closed his eyes after hearing the words, and the snowflake mark on his forehead suddenly lit up, then slowly rotated forward and backward before dimming again.
The child opened his eyes and said:
"Dad, your son already knows where this snowflake comes from. It comes from a leeward mountain col. It is a Yin evil that has been nourished all year round, just on the other side of this mountain."
Cheng Yu nodded, basically agreeing with his judgment.
He recalled his right son into his body, and after he returned, he showed off to the two of them. The naughty one on the left pouted his mouth unwillingly, while the one in the middle rolled his eyes and continued to sleep.
Cheng Yu recalled the Qi spirit into his body first. The one he was most worried about at the moment was Zhuangzi.
Thanks to the generous help of Jia Fei and the young swordsman, the bankers are all safe and sound, but Que Lao Niang and Heitan Tou are still in the bank and don't know what's going on.
Thinking of this, he immediately said hello to Jia Fei, returned his soul, spread his wings and flew towards Zhuangkou.
Jia Fei followed at a distance.
There was an emergency just now, so I had to take human form in the ancestral hall.
Now that he was back, the cat demon felt confident and no longer wanted to show up in the village rashly.
……
Xiang Lian hid behind the door and looked out from the crack of the door. The young swordsman fell on the ground outside the courtyard. Pieces of goose feather-like snowflakes fell gently on him, and soon it was covered in white.<
/p>
The bird fairy in green clothes didn't know where she was going. She turned around quickly and knelt down to the statue again.
"Thank you, Fairy Bird, for your blessing."
The entire Qingluo Village was as peaceful as if it had just experienced a life-and-death battle.
A group of bankers gradually walked out of the village.
The leader was Huo Yazi. At this time, the sword in his hand was broken and dimmed again. He didn't want to move forward, but the dealers were following him, so he had to move forward carefully and slowly.
"Squeak!"
The door of the ancestral hall was gently pushed open a crack. Seeing the old god coming, Xianglian shouted from inside:
"Old immortal, the man lying on the ground is a good man. He defeated the evil spirit with a flying sword. He was also seriously injured. I saw this with my own eyes in the hall. Please help him to the heated kang.
Let’s take care of it.”
Just now, Xianglian was in the palace looking through the crack in the door, but she couldn't see clearly. She only saw the unparalleled immortal sword and the old lady who were chopped apart before being disintegrated, but she didn't see the whirlpool that flashed past.<
/p>
Therefore, she thought it was the young swordsman's full blow that killed the strange old lady in white.
As for the lightning bolts at the back, her vision through the crack in the door was really limited. She only saw a few flashes in the direction of the village outside, and there seemed to be a few thunders, and then there was no movement anymore.
After hearing that Xiang Lian said that the man on the ground was a good person, the villagers slowly gathered around the young swordsman.
Huo Yazi first used the Spiritual Tribulation Sword to punch the man on the ground, but the sword didn't respond. Then he carefully checked his breath, which was still warm.
Immediately he felt relieved and called on all the villagers to carry this person to the hot kang in the main room of the village head's house.
The crowd cheered and cheered, surrounding the master and apprentice of the old immortal, and carrying the sword immortal, they rushed towards Zhuangtou's house, and the place became quiet again.
Xianglian opened the door of the ancestral hall and stood at the door looking at the heavy snow falling outside.
It turns out that Quexian is a girl in a blue shirt, and she always thought that he would be a handsome man like the god.
Just now she was able to go to bed in just two strokes, with a graceful figure and blue eyes, which was indeed extraordinary.
There is also the swordsman, who has a heroic appearance and a powerful sword, but it is a pity that he lacks stamina.
The most terrifying thing is the old lady in white. She wanted Grandma Quexian to join forces with the sword fairy, and even destroyed the sword to kill her...
But she didn't even leave a body behind, she just disappeared in the air.
It turns out that this world is so mysterious, but I can only hide in the ancestral hall and peek outside.
Fortunately, Grandma Quexian is still here.
"Xianlian! Xianglian! The old god calls you to ask questions."
While Xiang Lian was thinking, she heard a farmer shouting at her from afar.
She responded, looked back at the candles in the hall, and bowed to the statue again. After closing the door of the hall, she turned around and walked to the door steps. She saw a strand of black hair at her feet. She thought carefully, and after pondering for a while, she picked it up.
Wrap it in a handkerchief.
When she walked into the courtyard, she stepped on something and almost slipped. The snow on the surface was knocked away, and it turned out to be a sword handle with a small blade remaining, lying quietly on the ground.
She picked up the sword handle, which had words engraved on the front and back.
But she didn't know much about literacy, and the characters were so twisted that she couldn't recognize them, so she put them away and walked on the snow to Zhuangtou's house.
Along the way, I saw many sparrows lying down in twos and threes in the fields by the roadside. Some of them were half-covered in snow and still motionless.
It wasn't until she walked up to her intentionally that the lurking sparrows moved a few times, shook off the snow on their bodies and flew away.
