The first Taoist priest of the Tang Dynasty

The state of Zhong falling to the ground so quickly made the people in Cihang Hall think that Zhong was going to kill the killer, and the nervousness had reached the extreme.

And Zhong didn't know what happened to him.

But after seeing the little girl.

Zhong felt his qi and blood churning, as if he had been affected by some kind of linkage.

And the little girl in the old woman's arms.

When the clock fell to the ground, she slowly raised her little head, looking at the clock not far away with a bewildered expression.

When she saw the clock.

His complexion seemed to improve suddenly, he raised his hand and reached for the clock.

She wanted to speak, but her mouth couldn't speak for some reason, or she didn't have any strength to speak.

Right at this moment.

Zhong saw clearly the appearance of the baby in the old woman's arms.

Immediately.

Chung is 100% sure.

This little girl is his own daughter.

blood vessels connected.

If it weren't for the blood connection, Zhong would never have been in the state just now.

Moreover.

After Zhong saw the appearance of the little girl.

He was even more certain that this little girl was his own daughter.

Why?

Because the appearance of that little girl is at least [-]% similar to that of his little sister when she was a child.

His daughter looks like his sister.

Based on this alone, Zhong can once again conclude that this little girl is his daughter.

And Zhong knows even more.

His appearance is very similar to his own little sister, at least sixty to seventy percent.

Plus the feeling of being connected by blood.

Zhong no longer has any doubts.

"Master Daoist, this is Jiu'er. I'd like to ask the master Daoist Master to identify it." The elder Xia Mei saw the clock fall from the height of three feet and did not move. A little girl said.

No introduction from Xia Mei.

The clock has already concluded.

In such a state, what else to introduce.

own daughter.

This is his own daughter.

In Zhong's heart at this moment, he kept shouting such a sentence.

The others seemed to have disappeared at this moment, and only Jiu'er was in sight.

And Jiu'er was in the old woman's arms, pointing at the clock, as if she had lost her voice, and kept trying to speak, but she couldn't say anything.

And just now.

Before Xia Mei was going to bring Jiu'er out.

Jiu'er has been somewhere underground in the Cihang Palace, conducting a ceremony for them to cultivate inner energy in the Cihang Palace.

And Jiu'er is over two years old.

After Cihang Hall obtained Jiu'er a few days ago, the ceremony started on the third day after returning to Cihang Hall.

The purpose is to let Jiu'er generate the internal energy of the Holy Ice Art in his body as soon as possible.

And this ceremony.

If it is an adult, or a child with a little mind, it will be no problem.

but.

Jiu'er is only two years old.

And the root of that ceremony was a cold spring.

Under the extreme cold.

Put Jiu'er into it, and let the servants of Cihang Hall urge the inner qi to ensure that Jiu'er will not die.

Such a method of nurturing inner energy.

Adults are all suffering, let alone Jiu'er, who is only two years old.

otherwise.

Why was Jiu'er still so wet after she came out?And why is it so listless and lifeless?

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pain.

It hurts.

At this moment, a sudden throbbing pain hit my heart.

This colic is not a physical pain, but an unprecedented pain.

Zhong already knew that the little girl in front of him was his own daughter.

His eyes were fixed on the little girl in the old woman's arms.

Jiu'er stretched out her small arms towards the clock.

Perhaps at this time, it was as if he felt the colic of his own father, and suddenly, tears fell down.

suddenly.

An unprecedented internal energy surged out of Zhong's body.

And when the internal energy of the clock came out.

All the people in Cihang Palace retreated in shock.

And right now.

"Shh" sound.

Zhong has arrived at the old woman.

Gently took Jiu'er in the old woman's arms with his left hand, and slapped the old woman with his right hand.

"Boom".

The old woman fell straight backwards, hitting the wall.

so mutated.

It is estimated that all the people in Cihang Palace present have expected it.

Not to mention that the servant of the Cihang Palace was killed with a single palm of the clock.

But at this moment, the old woman's chest had already collapsed, and she was so dead that she could never die again.

"Daoist, why did you kill me from the Cihang Palace? Don't you be afraid that people in the world will laugh at you!" Although Yunfeng was frightened by Zhong's huge internal energy.

available at this time.

As the lord of the Cihang Hall, if she doesn't speak, it will be really unreasonable.

Holding Jiu'er's clock.

Where are other people's voices at this moment.

When Zhong gently hugged Jiu'er, the feeling of being connected by blood became even stronger.

No doubt.

This little girl, Jiu'er, is Zhong's daughter.

There is no need to check the DNA.

blood vessels connected.

Perhaps in the eyes of the bell in the previous life, this does not exist at all, it is just a word that deceives the world, or only exists in it.

And at this moment.

Zhong really felt it.

but.

When Zhong felt the temperature of Jiu'er's body, he was startled.

The temperature of Jiu'er's body at this time.

It can be said to be low to a certain extent.

Although Zhong didn't know what happened.

His daughter seemed to be fished out of the ice water, so scared that Zhong stretched out his hand and pressed it against Jiu'er's back, sending waves of internal energy into Jiu'er's body.

Help Jiu'er drive away from the coldness.

This also made Jiu'er's body suddenly warm up, and then she opened her eyes, looking at the man in front of her who was unfamiliar but also familiar to her.

In Jiu'er's heart.

For the man holding her in front of her, she has a feeling that this person is someone of her own.

Just like my own mother.

once.

Jiu'er also asked her mother where she came from.

I also asked if I had such words as my father.

although.

in her world.

Jiu'er didn't know what kind of animal or character his father was.

But right now.

Jiu'er felt that she was being hugged in front of her eyes, and she was a very trustworthy person, presumably he was her father.

"Daoist, let go of Jiu'er, otherwise, our Cihang Palace will never let you go." Yunfeng saw that Zhong didn't speak, and killed one of them in Cihang Palace, and even took Jiu'er away. urgent.

She can't be in a hurry.

Jiu'er is the future of their Cihang Palace.

Jiu'er was captured, and as the master of the Cihang Palace, even if she lost, she would be heartbroken and vowed to take Jiu'er back.

not to mention.

At this time, Jiu'er was still being transported by the bell.

If this continues, Yunfeng is worried that the inner energy of the Holy Ice Art that Jiu'er has nurtured in the past few days may dissipate completely.

but.

Zhong ignored her.

Quietly conveying inner energy to Jiu'er, and quietly looking at the daughter in his arms, with a faint smile on his face.

There is a saying.