The cannon fodder of Quick Travel does not give gold fingers

Pei Yun gave birth smoothly and was in a good mood. This was completely different from giving birth when she was the only daughter of the richest man. It was probably because of the monk's strong body.

World Consciousness: No, it's me.

Pei Wen: No, mother, it’s because of me.

Although Ming Qiao was holding the child in his arms, he did not bother to check the child. He only checked Pei Yun and found that her cultivation level had not retreated, her breath was calm, her spiritual power was smooth, and everything was fine.

Of course, I am in a good mood, and my love is flowing to the ground. Ming Qiao was a little jealous of the child, but looking at the little child, his heart softened into a puddle of clear water. This is our continuation and testimony.

So he named the child Mingzhen. A true person is extremely sincere. Pei Yun nodded: "This is a good name. Since it is true, it is received from heaven and cannot be easily changed. Therefore, saints follow heaven and value truth, and are not bound by the vulgar."

Ming Qiao had thought about many words before the child was born. When he saw the little ball in the swaddling clothes, those names were undoubtedly not worthy of his precious son. Holding the baby in his arms, he suddenly thought of the word "true" .

Now that Pei Yun has explained his intention in choosing the word "true", Ming Qiao is contented that he and Pei Yun are connected spiritually, which adds to his happiness.

Holding his limp son in his arms and seeing him with his eyes closed tightly and his little mouth pouting, Ming Qiao's heart was overflowing with something called father's love.

He wanted to give his child the best, take care of him, teach him to speak and walk, and guide him in cultivation.

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but laugh.

Pei Yun had long since discovered that there was nothing more than a fetus in her belly, with no memory of Pei Wen, but her spirit was undoubtedly that of Pei Wen. I don’t know when he will awaken his memory and skills, but until then, just treat him as a mere baby and start taking care of him.

If you are naughty and mischievous, you will be beaten when you deserve it. Pei Wen has been a good boy since he was a child and has never been beaten yet.

No, he was called Mingzhen in Langyuan Realm. "Mingzhen, Xiao Mingzhen..."

Ming Qiao's fatherly heart was overwhelming and he discussed with Pei Yun: "Ayun, let's give the child a nickname, Zhenzhen?"

Pei Yun asked with a black face: "Really? Why don't you have pity and love?"

Zhenzhen, pity, love? When Xiao Jin heard this, I knew this question [Host, isn’t this the name of a person in Journey to the West? That time when the Bodhisattvas dressed up as women. 】

Pei Yun touched the little golden dog's head in the sea of ​​consciousness and praised, "Xiao Jin, you are right, we have a clear understanding of each other."

Xiao Jin straightened his chest proudly. Pei Yun was ashamed, busy with her pregnancy, and a little neglected Xiao Jin, which was not good.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Qiu Ling shouting: "No, call me Dandan!"

Qiu Ling happened to come in. Hearing the nickname, he immediately proposed his own nickname.

"Edan, it feels like the name of a monster." Ming Qiao did not dare to refute Qiu Ling, but for the sake of his children, he bravely raised his objection.

Qiu Ling said in a good voice: "It's an elixir. When the child grows up, he can be sent to Danfeng to raise him."

He reached out and wanted to hug the child, but Ming Qiao didn't want to give it to her, so he silently said: This is my mother-in-law, dear. He was reluctant to hand the child to Qiu Ling.

"Hey, this kid looks good. He's prettier than his mother was when she was little."

"Hmph!" Pei Yun snorted, and Ming Qiao quickly said: "The main reason why the child grows well is because Ayun is good-looking. Ayun's good-lookingness is because of you."

After praising everyone, Pei Yun silently looked at Ming Qiao's extremely beautiful and handsome face and swallowed what she wanted to say.

Yes, I am good-looking, I am the prettiest, and my children will follow me! Pei Yun clenched her fist: "Now I also have a cub. When I go to the monster territory in the future, I will take the cub with me to show off their faces."

"We, Zai Zai, want to stay in the sect and practice well, so we won't run around with you!" Qiu Ling lovingly held Zai Zai in her arms and dismissed Pei Yun unceremoniously.

Ming Qiao whispered: "Zai Zai will follow my mother. If Ayun hadn't been raised by your side, she wouldn't be so talented and valuable."

Qiu Ling heard that Ming Qiao praised himself again. Although he also praised Pei Yun, what he said was the truth. Otherwise, why would he be able to cultivate the power of the void? He has a good vision.

Qiu Ling was satisfied and praised her child's small hands and arms to Ming Qiao and Pei Yun.

Listening to Qiu Ling and Ming Qiao praising their children, Pei Yun gradually fell asleep. But Ming Qiao was so frightened that he and Qiu Ling checked it carefully and found that he was tired and fell asleep, so he felt relieved.

Now, Ming Qiao stopped fighting for the child and stayed silently beside Pei Yun. Ming Zhen yawned twice and felt sleepy. Qiu Ling took out the Pei Yuan spirit liquid that had been prepared and gave it to Ming Zhen, and drank the rest. He left the rest for Ming Qiao, put the child beside Pei Yun, and hurried back.

She has not yet succeeded in seclusion. In recent years, the light has come out. Children are debts. Thinking like this, I felt heartbroken when I saw Qiu Ying and Yang Dazhuang waiting eagerly outside.

Grab the two of them by their collars and go back to Dan Peak to strengthen their cultivation together.

"Master, Junior Sister needs me, I have to take care of Junior Sister." Yang Dazhuang didn't want to leave.

Qiu Ying also wanted to stay and see the child. After all, Qiu Ying didn't want to get married, but he was troubled by Yang Dazhuang's love head. The junior sister said that Yang Dazhuang's head was full of love, so he was a love head. Qiu Ying felt that Yang Dazhuang was a love head. Junior sister is right.

This love-head even drugged himself and ran to the Icefield Peak to jump into the cold pool. Fortunately, the junior sister helped and gave him the antidote, otherwise he would have been able to drink a pot. Anyway, Qiuying swore to heaven on the spot that he would never fall in love again. In this case, there will be no descendants. This little baby will be Danfeng's only next generation.

"Master, I also want to stay and see my junior sister and children." Qiu Ying made a rare request to Qiu Ling.

Qiu Ling didn't care about them. He led them back to Danfeng: "Go back to practice. Qiuying goes out to practice. Da Zhuang, you concentrate on practicing in the cave. I will put a restriction on you in the cave. When will your cultivation surpass Ming Qiao?" Come on, when will you get out of seclusion!"

As soon as these words came out, Yang Dazhuang staggered! You can't achieve it before you die, right? If you want to surpass Daojun Mingqiao, you have to be reincarnated, right?

Master, are you going to lock me up until death?

Does master know that I confessed my love to my senior brother and drugged him to harass him? Yingying, but I was beaten so badly by my senior brother and junior sister. The senior brother gave him a good beating, and the wound was healed. The junior sister gave him another good beating, but they knew he was wrong. Yang Dazhuang pinched a corner of Qiu Ling's clothes and cried, "Where is the master protecting the calf? But I am also yours." Damn you~!"

Qiu Ling sneered: "You bastard! If you dare to attack your brother, I already spanked you when I was a child! If you are itchy, I will spank you a hundred times a day, and then let me know that you are cheating on your senior brother! Just wait. Stay!"

Supplement: "True nature is received from heaven, so it cannot be changed naturally. Therefore, saints value truth according to heaven and are not bound by the vulgar." True nature is inherited from nature, and nature cannot be changed. Therefore, saints imitate the precious nature of nature and are not bound by the world. From "Zhuangzi's Miscellaneous Chapters: Fisherman".