The sword has something to say

Guanlan Temple.

Tianjun Xianxin took away Taixu Hunling, the accompanying magic weapon used for healing, and Zhuying's pale face on the bed beside him improved a little, but he was still lethargic.

"Your father means to let him stay with you to raise him. This is Jiao Wang's favorite young son, and now he is injured like this in the realm of Zixiao Heavenly Court. It is difficult to explain." Xian Xin Tianjun stood up and listened to Feng Lan Road.

Feng Tinglan seemed to have never heard of it, just held the long sword in his hand, and said: "Father Jun, when I went, there was still a lot of sword energy left on the bank. Someone saw the sword flying out of the hall that day. It must be that Axue came back. He is back! But why is there no spirit in the sword?"

Xian Xin thought for a moment, and said: "This sword was forged by Shi Yanxue's real body, it is not surprising that the remaining spirituality is still there, and it is not impossible for the flying sword to save the child in a hurry. Since you can't detect the spirit in the sword, you can only It means that it is still just a weapon, or the spirit body is so weak that you can't feel it at all."

Feng Tinglan sat down slumped, staring blankly at Chang Jian: "If he comes back, why won't he see me."

Can't bear it flashed in Xian Xin's eyes, picked up the dragon egg and placed it carefully in his son's arms: "Xiao Chi is going to break its shell these days, you take good care of it." There was a shallow crack on the dragon egg, revealing a lustrous luster , lying quietly in his father's arms, completely lost the vivacity of the past.

Feng Tinglan stroked the dragon's egg, a little warmth appeared in his eyes.Xian Xin sighed from the bottom of her heart, looked back at the drowsy Zhuo Ying, and then at the son who looked like a poor widower, a few words lingered on her lips but could not come out.

Xiaolong needed to absorb all the spiritual power in the eggshell for his own use before breaking the shell. Feng Tinglan put it on the cloud bed, and put the long sword aside.

Feng Tinglan stroked the sword gently, and said in a low voice: "This child is about to break its shell. If you are awake, come out and have a look at it, Axue..."

The long sword is cold, and the ancient and complicated inscriptions are shining with silver luster, lifeless.

"Are you talking to your sword?" Zhuoying woke up at some point and asked hoarsely.

Feng Tinglan's thoughts were interrupted, he came back to his senses and turned to look at Zhuoying.

Zhuoying coughed twice, touching the wound on her body, and gasping for air in pain.

Feng Tinglan got up and walked to the bed, looking down at him.

Zhuo Ying covered half of her face in the quilt, revealing a pair of dark green pupils, like a pair of beautiful turquoise.He blinked: "What's wrong?"

Feng Tinglan looked cold and serious: "You took my son away privately."

Zhuoying was taken aback, thinking that because of her negligence, the dragon's egg fell into the belly of the squid, she knew she was wrong, and said, "I'm sorry... I wanted to take it out to play for a while."

"My son is fine, so let's let it go." Feng Tinglan said coldly: "There is one more thing I want to ask you. You were seriously injured and unconscious, how did the squid fight back?"

Zhuoying didn't expect him to ask such a question, and tried to remember for a while, before saying: "I can't remember, it seems that there is a sword?" In my mind, there was blood rain all over the sky, and a vague figure... because I really can't remember , it is not easy to talk nonsense.

Feng Tinglan stared at him for a while, his heart gradually became empty, he looked back at the long sword next to the dragon egg, his eyes were sour.Could it be that it is really just a trace of spirituality left by the divine soldier as Jun father said.

Zhuo Ying poked her head out: "Ah Chi is really all right? Have you been frightened?"

Feng Tinglan said: "My son has nothing to do with you."

Zhuoying lay on the pillow, raised her eyes and said, "Why has nothing to do with me, Ah Chi will be my son from now on."

Feng Tinglan frowned and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Zhuoying supported the wound on her waist, turned over with difficulty, leaned against the bed and let out a long breath, raised her hand to brush away the slightly damp long, crow-colored hair on the side of her face, raised her eyebrows and said, "What? Doesn't Your Highness know? The Emperor of Heaven and my father intend to make you and me a Taoist couple. I like Ah Chi, and I will definitely treat him as my own in the future."

Feng Tinglan was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but sneered a moment later, his eyes were full of sarcasm: "Become a Taoist couple?"

Zhuoying nodded, and said to herself: "I know that the highness of the palace is noble, but my Jiao clan is not a declining clan. I don't care if there is someone in His Highness's heart, and I don't care if His Highness has children. The Heavenly Emperor needs the luck of the Jiao clan." , the Jiao Clan also needs the support of Zixiao Heavenly Court."

Feng Tinglan laughed and said, "They planned well."

"That's right, this matter is a win-win situation." Zhuo Ying said indifferently.

"It's just that I don't agree." Feng Tinglan said calmly, "Don't even think about it."

Zhuo Ying tilted her head, puzzled: "Why?"

"I already have a companion."

Zhuoying smiled: "Impossible, Xingjun has recorded all the marriages in Dahuang, and His Highness has no Taoist couple."

"Yes, that's my Taoist companion." Feng Tinglan pointed to the long sword next to the dragon egg.

Zhuoying looked at Feng Tinglan with your sick eyes, and said angrily: "If Your Highness doesn't want to, don't prevaricate me like this. My Jiao clan doesn't have to drag Zixiao Heavenly Court, Your Highness will go with you The Emperor of Heaven explained that I, Zhuo Ying, will not be able to stalk me to death."

Feng Tinglan nodded: "Alright." He was suppressing his anger in his heart, and when he was angry, he decided to go to Emperor Xuntian to explain clearly.

Zhuoying watched Feng Tinglan turn around and leave, forgetting to take the dragon eggs on the cloud bed.

"Ah Chi." Zhuo Ying whispered to it, wanting to rub it and apologize to it.

The dragon egg was silent, trying hard to crack the shell.

Zhuo Ying got off the bed with support, staggered to the side of the dragon's egg, squatted down, and looked straight at the crack that was getting deeper and deeper.

"Kacha" came a subtle and crisp sound from the dragon egg.

Surprised and delighted, Zhuo Ying stretched out her hand to touch the dragon egg, but before her fingertips could touch the smooth egg shell, a sharp sword aura swept over him, and the strong wind directly threw the unsuspecting him a foot away.

The eggshell cracked slowly, and the golden light of merit and virtue illuminated the entire hall, and a thin little dragon's chant came out.The long sword trembled and buzzed, gradually turning into a phantom in white clothes.The eggshell was split into two halves, and a small silvery-white dragon struggled out of it, and staggered around the white-clothed sword spirit in a circle, with the last ray of brilliance rippling away.The little dragon transformed into a one-year-old doll, and threw himself into the arms of Sword Spirit.

Shi Yanxue's mind moved slightly, she drew out all her spiritual breath to condense into a solid body, and firmly caught the soft little guy.The dragon's horns on the doll's head were white and immature, and it rubbed against Shi Yanxue's arms. Guided by the power of innate origin, he opened his mouth with milky breath, and called vaguely: "Mother..."

Shi Yanxue: ...

He never taught the dragon egg to call his mother.Feng Tinglan, you should be beaten.

The author says:

Shi Yanxue: Call me Dad