Pregnant with a cub of a ruthless Taoist apprentice

The two went out all the way, and when they reached the gate of Qin Wan'er's courtyard, Nie Mingyuan suddenly said: "Junior Sister, do you know if I still have the Jinglei Peak from before?"

Zheng Lian laughed and said: "Senior brother was already a Yuanying cultivator when he left the sect to travel. According to the sect's rules, the Zongmen Yuanying Zhenjun has the right to open a peak alone. If there are no disciples and descendants, they will be taken back to the sect after they fall. The descendants of the disciples can keep it for a hundred years after the fall. If the vigorous descendants successfully conceive a baby, they can take over the peak completely. The senior brother is traveling, not falling, and the soul lamp is not damaged. Jinglei Peak is naturally reserved for you .”

"Why don't you go talk to me?" Nie Mingyuan said immediately.

Zhenglian's eyes flickered, and she seemed hesitant to speak, but finally nodded in agreement: "Yes."

Nie Mingyuan had doubts in his heart, and he didn't know why Zhenglian had that expression until the two of them teleported to Jinglei Peak.

It turns out that Jinglei Peak has been uninhabited for hundreds of years and has been neglected. It has become a barren peak. Weeds half the height of a person grew on the road before, and the palace on the peak was covered with dust and decayed.

If the palace of Qingjing Peak is considered simple in Dao Sect, then this Shocking Thunder Peak is probably the most "miserable" main peak in the entire Dao Sect.

It's interesting to think about it, but they are the peaks of the two Huashen Taoist monarchs, who are the least outstanding in the sect. On the contrary, those true monarchs with mediocre cultivation bases are full of branches and leaves, and the gardens are full of peaches and plums. Finely crafted, like a fairyland on earth.

"Senior brother," Zhenjun Zhenglian thought about explaining a few words for the sect leader and his friends, "Zhenjun sect master and Junior Sister Zhengqing are busy with their daily affairs, and you haven't returned for many years, so it's possible that you can't take care of it."

This is because True Monarch Zhenglian was worrying too much. Nie Mingyuan didn't take this matter to heart at all. He is informal by nature. As for the living conditions, a house that can shelter from the wind and rain is acceptable.

As long as the cultivation base can keep up, these are trivial matters. Only those who are inferior to others in terms of cultivation base will spend their minds on these external things.

In the final analysis, cultivation is the foundation of everything in this world. He scoffed at Qin Su's act of neglecting his cultivation in order to be the head of the sect.

I don't know the so-called!

But that person did so many dirty things just for the glory of the so-called leader.

"It's nothing." Nie Mingyuan said, and as he spoke, he waved his sleeves, and the decayed and withered palace immediately took on a new look.

He led the way first, and led Zhenjun Zhenglian into the reception room according to the route he remembered, and took out two cups of spirit tea and placed them on the square table, and the two sat down on both sides of the square table.

Zhenjun Zhenglian was about to speak, but he heard Nie Mingyuan say: "Junior Sister taste this spiritual tea first."

She could only do as she pleased, lifted the lid of the cup, and was about to take a sip, but when she saw the tea color and tea leaves, she looked up in shock and said, "This is..."

Nie Mingyuan nodded slightly: "Exactly, Junior Sister took the trouble to save Wan'er's life, this is a gift to Junior Sister."

Only then did Zheng Lian use enough spiritual power to drink the spiritual tea in the cup three times.

She is a medical practitioner, and she has been with elixir all year round, so she can tell naturally that this tea is the Qingling tea that can be encountered but not sought after. Post-baby.

Such a great gift made her feel even more excited, so she thought about reciprocating, and asked tentatively: "I just saw it, senior brother... but I have a rift with the sect master Zhenjun? If you don't dislike it, you can talk to me, If I can do my best, I hope I can adjust one or two for the two of you, after all, senior brother and sect master Zhenjun were so good back then."

But Nie Mingyuan shook his head: "You can't help me with this matter." Seeing that Zhenjun Zhenglian looked disappointed, he paused, and then said, "This time, I would like to ask my junior sister to take a step to speak, in addition to thanking my junior sister for saving Wan'er." Fate, there is indeed one more thing I want to ask my junior sister for help."

Zheng Lian hurriedly asked: "What's the matter? Brother, why should you be so indifferent, but if you ask me, my younger sister will definitely obey."

Embarrassed by the request he was about to make, Nie Mingyuan couldn't help but drank the teacup on his side, covered his mouth with his fist, coughed twice, and then said bluntly: "I don't know where my sister is. ...that kind of abortion pill that doesn't hurt the body?"

Abortion drug? ? ?

Zheng Lian raised her eyes again, staring at Nie Mingyuan with undisguised shock, as well as faint heartache and disappointment, she spoke with difficulty: "Who is this medicine... Senior Brother going to use?"

When Nie Mingyuan didn't answer, Zhenglian knew that he didn't want to reveal the identity of that person.

But even though his heart is empty, there is a sense of disillusionment caused by the fall of the person he admired and looked up to for many years, but he still upholds the belief of the doctor's benevolence and persuades: "Every living being is a gift from heaven, let alone a person who cultivates. It is not easy to leave descendants, with the current cultivation base of senior brother..."

At this point, she could hardly continue, took a deep breath, shifted her eyes to other places, held back the tears that were so hot and humid that she wanted to burst out, and then continued: "With the current cultivation of senior brother, if you give up This, I am afraid that it will be difficult to leave future generations in the future."

Hearing that Nie Mingyuan said that he asked for abortion pills that would not harm the body, she only thought that the Taoist partner he had been looking for all these years was pregnant. The two of them did not want this child for some reason, so they came to her. panacea.

But how did Nie Mingyuan know that she actually had intentions for him in her heart, knowing that she had misunderstood, he did not refute, and still insisted: "Please give me the medicine."

Zhenglian really wanted to cry, but after all, she was a person who had lived for hundreds of years and cultivated to the middle stage of Yuanying. She just quietly handed over a small porcelain-white spirit-locking bottle to Nie Mingyuan, and said: : "It is impossible to have a miscarriage drug in this world that does not harm the body. The law of heaven is conserved. The less likely you are to conceive, the higher the price you will pay if you want to lose it. After she drinks this medicinal liquid, her body will suffer a huge burden. It's painful, but when the fetus falls, the remaining medicine will restore the body, and with the help of the senior brother who has cultivated the spirit of transformation, it will be back to normal within a month."

Nie Mingyuan frowned slightly. He never knew that it was such a troublesome thing for a practitioner to have a baby. No wonder Qin Su didn't do it himself before, and forced him to swear by the demon: "Is there no other way?"

In terms of professional matters, Zhenjun Zhenglian is still very insightful: "This is already the safest method. If it is other medicines, the cultivation base of the pregnant body will inevitably decline. The higher the cultivation base, the more serious the decline. It may only fall a few floors, if it is a Nascent Soul, it may directly fall to the Golden Core, if so, if you want to restore your original cultivation base, you will not be able to succeed in dozens or even hundreds of years."

In fact, in Qianyang Realm, it is not easy for high-level monks to conceive. If they can conceive, it is a good thing that cannot be imagined. Who would want to have an abortion?

Therefore, there are not many medical practitioners who have developed elixir specially used to abort high-level monks. The reason why Zhenglian was able to produce the medicine was that she entered a secret realm when she established the foundation, and obtained a medical practitioner from there. Inheritance, she can have today's achievements.

That senior medical practitioner has a quick mind and likes to study some strange elixir. That's where she got this miscarriage medicine. She has never had a chance to use it. Who would have thought that it would end up in the hands of this person in front of her.

Recalling Qin Su's appearance when he forced himself to swear, Nie Mingyuan wondered if that person might have other secrets, and asked again: "What if I regret it during the medication?"

Hearing his repeated and strange questions, Zheng Lian was startled: "There will be such a thing? Miscarriage is not a trivial matter. Since you will regret it, then don't take the medicine, just take the medicine after you really make up your mind."

Nie Mingyuan couldn't tell the truth, and he really wasn't sure what was going on with Qin Su, so he could only plan ahead, and insisted on asking, "If you regret it, is there a way to remedy it?"

Zhenglian frowned and pondered for a long time, before she came up with a solution: "Creatures are born from chaos. In chaos, yin and yang are disordered, but both yin and yang exist. This liquid medicine is to suck away the yang qi from the fetus, leaving only yin and yang. Naturally, it is difficult to survive. If you regret after taking the medicine, if you can replenish enough Yang Qi in time, you may be able to remedy it.”

As long as there is a way, Nie Mingyuan put away the spirit-locking bottle, cupped his fists and said, "This time, thank you for your help. In addition, please keep today's matter a secret."

Zhenglian only said: "Brother, don't worry, I'm not a talkative person." After finishing speaking, her heart tightened again and again, and she couldn't sit down any longer, so she offered to leave immediately.

Nie Mingyuan didn't keep anyone, and personally sent her away from Jinglei Peak.

True Monarch Zhenglian returned to Baicao Peak. After experiencing great joy and great sorrow, he felt extremely uncomfortable. He locked himself in the hall and cried hard, then closed the door of the hall and announced that he would start the closed door from today onwards. In the late stage of the advanced Nascent Soul, he will never leave the level, and no one is allowed to disturb him.

In life, there is not only love, but without love, she still has a career to pursue!

On Qin Su's side, after leaving Qin Wan'er's place, he did not go back to rest as he said, but went directly to the secret room where he usually retreats.

Looking inside carefully, he came to a conclusion that made him even more panicked. The previous stagger was really not because Jin was exhausted from his injuries.

He found that the spiritual power in his whole body was slowly being absorbed by the fetus in his womb to nourish himself. Before that, the fetus was too small, so there was no trace of it. Now that it is growing up slowly, it needs more and more spiritual power. Then began to absorb from him.

In this way, Qin Su's loathing for him deepened. It was already extremely shameful to be pregnant with him, but now he has to pay for his hard-working cultivation, how can this be tolerated!

His cultivation level is not like that of Qin Wan'er, which was piled up with pills. He has really cultivated step by step, bit by bit, until now.

If he is assisted by pills that increase his cultivation base, given his talent that is not inferior to Nie Mingyuan, how can he not even be able to break through the late stage of Yuanying? Dzogchen is complete.

The harm of using pills to assist cultivation is also well known. Only those who are not determined will seek shortcuts and take pills to increase their cultivation.

Although Qin Su was ruthless, but his willpower was firm enough, it was by no means comparable to ordinary people, and it was impossible for him to do the thing of picking sesame seeds and throwing watermelons.

Because of this, now that the little thing he hates is still absorbing his spiritual power, Qin Su's determination to have an abortion has been further strengthened.

If the abortion is successful, he will never be controlled by the damn system!

Thinking of all the troubles he was facing now, Qin Su became anxious for a moment, clenched his fists with both hands, and slammed against the hard wall of the secret room.

Cultivator Nascent Soul's physical strength is already very impressive. If you hit an ordinary stone wall with your fist, you can punch through dozens of them stacked up. However, it is still like hitting a stone with a pebble against the wall of a secret room made of special materials.

He seemed to be tireless, exerting all his strength, punching the wall with his fists, and his fists gradually became bloody.

But the pain in his hands became more and more severe, and he still couldn't resolve the depression in his heart. He yelled like crazy in the secret room alone, completely abandoning the dignity of the high-ranking head of the Taoist sect.

At this moment, he, Qin Su, is exactly the same as an ordinary person who is unable to solve the problem and can only vent to himself alone.

No, he is worse than ordinary people. Will ordinary men get pregnant like him and be controlled by the damn system?

It is an ordinary woman who can choose to have an abortion if she has an unwanted pregnancy, but now he can't even do this.

What was more frustrating was yet to come, his body was different from before, such unreserved anger vented, after all, it affected the fetus in the womb, and the familiar dizziness struck again, accompanied by nausea in his chest.

He had to lean on the wall with one hand to support his crumbling body, and clutched his chest tightly with the other hand, vomiting heart-piercingly.