My baby is gone again

Chapter 1 Nine Years of Infancy

"Through the ninth thousand and twenty-first year, so far, everything is normal."

"Today is a special day, so I decided to make a Nascent Soul to commemorate it. This is my [-]th time to hit the Nascent Soul Realm."

"As expected, my Nascent Soul ran away again."

Inside the bamboo house, a young man in white put away the "Cultivation Log" and looked calmly at the sky outside the window.

Lu Xuan, the time traveler.

The head of Xiaoling Peak in the Daoyan Sect, and the most senior person in the entire Daoyan Sect.

After more than [-] years of practice, his cultivation has reached... the golden core is perfect.

Lu Xuan was supposed to be a genius in cultivation.

At the age of six, he was favored by the head teacher of Dao Yanzong, and he worshiped under the door to practice.

Exercise at the age of nine, and refine Qi at the age of twelve.

As the youngest Qi Refining Realm disciple in history, he broke the record of Dao Yanzong.

In the next three years, there will be a big realm, and breakthroughs in promotion are like eating and drinking.

Until he was 21 years old.

On that day, he experienced the four realms of body training, qi refining, foundation building, and alchemy.

Lu Xuan, who has now completed his Golden Core, bathed and changed clothes, burned incense and played the piano.

Under the gratifying gazes of all the uncles and uncles and the adoring eyes of the juniors and younger sisters, he walked into the secluded cave that was used to attack the Nascent Soul Realm.

All went well, the golden core rushed into the middle palace, and then returned to its womb, the magic power circulated, the spiritual thoughts condensed, and the Nascent Soul was planted on the lotus platform.

With a smile on his face, Lu Xuan thought that he was indeed a genius——

So the next moment.

There was a sound of "boom", as if the fruit was ripe.

The Nascent Soul that was formed just now broke the connection with the lotus platform, soared leisurely, flew out of the body, and passed through the cave...

In the astonished eyes of all the seniors and uncles and the dull eyes of the juniors and younger sisters.

His Nascent Soul picked up a flower and smiled, flew away like a Buddha sitting on a lotus, and disappeared into the sky.

Even the old monks who have lived for thousands of years have never seen such a scene.

Lu Xuan's master was furious on the spot.

When he saw the appearance of the good disciple Yuanying flying away, he suspected that the bald thief from the Buddhist sect was playing tricks, and he wanted to settle accounts with the bald donkeys when he raised the Dao sword.

He was stopped by a group of teachers, uncles and uncles, and he tried to persuade him to come down.

Dao Yanzong held an emergency meeting that night, and made full preparations when Lu Xuan attacked the Nascent Soul realm for the second time.

Formation blockade, spirit treasure suppression, powerful protection, opening altar...

However, it didn't have any effect. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Lu Xuan's Nascent Soul waved his hand towards everyone, turned into three streams of clear energy, ignored the blockade of the magic formation, and flew straight away.

Lu Xuan was numb at the time.

The uncles and uncles are also stupid——

It was the first time I heard that Nascent Soul could also run, and he did it more than once!
Lu Xuan's master was dumbfounded.

This time, the apprentice's Nascent Soul was obviously using Taoist means, so he couldn't go and demolish the ancestor's ancestral hall, could he?
In this way, every three years, Lu Xuan would hit the Nascent Soul Realm.

To this end, he has formed...

Well, it should be said that three thousand Nascent Souls were released.

Once every three years, without interruption.

Of course, over the years, his Nascent Soul has not remained unchanged.

"My Nascent Soul is running faster and faster..."

Lu Xuan looked up at the sky, and on the sky outside the window, a pitch-black crack emerged, tearing the sky, and it was extremely deep.

Since many years ago, his Nascent Soul has been able to create this kind of vision in the sky.

At first, people in the world of cultivating immortals were panicked, and this vision caused quite a stir in the entire Cangyuan world.

Many Xianzong Xuanmen thought it was a harbinger of the invasion of heavenly demons from outside the territory, and their soldiers and horses were trembling, but nothing happened after waiting for a long time.

Later, it became commonplace, when some monks came to pay respects to the top of the mountain, the disciples of Daoyan Sect who were in charge of welcoming them pointed at the cracks in the sky.

It is said that this is a unique vision of my sect, and it is called "Tianyuan".

It only appears once every three years, and it cannot be seen anywhere else.

"It's been so many years in a blink of an eye..."

Lu Xuan stretched, carried the wine gourd to the courtyard, and lay down on the wicker chair.

Under normal circumstances, a monk in the Golden Core Realm would not survive that long.

But his situation is special.

Every monk in the Cangyuan Realm has a life wheel in their body. Every year, the life wheel will grow one more circle, just like the annual rings of a tree.

If the wheel of life is complete, one will die. Only by becoming a true immortal and ascending to the upper realm can one obtain longevity.

Unlike ordinary monks, whenever Lu Xuan formed a Nascent Soul and the Nascent Soul ran away, the life wheel in his body would reset.

That's right, it's a reset, the life wheel in his body will be reset to the state it was three years ago.

In this process, not only his physical age, but his mentality will also become younger.

In the words of Lu Xuan's master who has already ascended to the fairy world and became a saint and a patriarch.

This is called cutting off the spirit of the world of mortals, leaving no trace of the age of Lingtai.

It belongs to the realm that many great powers can't dream of when they realize Taoism in the later stage.

Of course, the master emphasized that everyone has a Nascent Soul.

Therefore, even if he has become the patriarch uncle of Daoyan Sect, Lu Xuan does not have the slightest trace of twilight.

"Shouyuan resetting, Changsheng Jiushi, Yuanying running away and so on, aren't all bad things."

Lu Xuan's mentality is very good:
"Also, maybe it will succeed next time?"

Mr. Lu, whose real age is more than 9000 years old, took a sip of wine.

The body swayed with the recliner and hummed softly.

"Uncle Patriarch! Uncle Patriarch!"

A call came from outside the courtyard, old but full of spirit.

After a few breaths, an old man with white beard and hair appeared in front of Lu Xuan.

Lu Xuan slowly sat up from the reclining chair, wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the master teacher in the big-sleeved robe:
"What's the matter, An Hua?"

"I just came out of retreat, and I just remembered that today is the day when the patriarch and uncle conceived a baby..."

The real person in charge named Anhua and Taoist name Qingyangzi rubbed his hands and said expectantly:

"Well, has Uncle Patriarch broken through?"

The old man with white hair and childlike face called the handsome young man Patriarch Shishu.

If outsiders see this scene, they will be greatly surprised.

Lu Xuan looked at the expectant eyes of the head disciple and grandson, and pointed to the black crack in the sky:

"Just... play it steadily."

9000 baby, as always.

"Knew it……"

Qing Yangzi showed an expression of "I knew it would be like this", an old face full of satisfaction.

"Why are you smiling so happily?"

Lu Xuan looked suspicious.

"Cough cough..."

Qing Yangzi coughed dryly twice:
"I made a bet with Junior Brother Fengyangzi on whether the Patriarch Master-Uncle will succeed in conceiving a baby this time.

He pressed a painting holy calligraphy...and I won. "

"...Are you so unconfident in Patriarch?" Lu Xuan asked quietly.

"Junior Brother Fengyangzi has quite confidence in you..."

Qing Yangzi muttered:
"He felt that the [-]th childbirth must have some changes. Fortunately, the patriarch and uncle played stably..."

The veins on Lu Xuan's forehead were pulsating, and he was convincing himself in his heart that An Hua was over 1000 years old after all, so he couldn't beat him anymore...

"Besides betting, there should be other things."

Lu Xuan took a deep breath, got up and walked into the bamboo house: "Come in and say."

"The patriarch's uncle's eyes are like torches."

Qing Yangzi chuckled twice, blinked childishly, and followed Patriarch and Uncle into the house.

Although he is the ancestor of Dao Yanzong, Lu Xuan's life has always been simple.

Bamboo table, bamboo bed, bamboo chair.

The statue of the ancestor of futon incense burner.

There is also a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall, the brush and ink are vigorous, flamboyant and phoenix dancing, and the Taoist rhyme is hidden.

There are two big characters "Jieying" written on it.

This was written after Lu Xuan's mentality collapsed after a failed childbirth, and he drank his sorrows with alcohol.

Although his Nascent Soul could still run away after waking up, he has to admit that this is indeed a very good word——

Whenever a disciple of Daoyan Sect prepares to attack the Nascent Soul Realm, Qing Yangzi will borrow this calligraphy from his patriarch uncle.

After reading it to the disciples, it can greatly increase the success rate of conceiving babies.

That is, every time the master disciple came to announce the good news to him, Lu Xuan's mood was very complicated.

"Tell me, what's the matter with me."

Lu Xuan motioned Qing Yangzi to sit down in front of him, and poured him a cup of tea.

Qing Yangzi took it with both hands, and said:

"The [Tianshui Temple] in the South China Sea sent us a message, saying that a dead city appeared out of thin air in the coastal area, with a strange and ominous aura.

The dead city appeared on a night of heavy rain. After that night, all living beings within a radius of a hundred miles died, and the disciples sent into the city by Tianshui Temple also lost contact. "

"A dead city?"

Hearing this, Lu Xuan thought for a moment, "What does Tianshui Temple mean, asking us to send someone to take a look?"

"exactly."

Qing Yangzi nodded.

Since 1 years ago, Tianshui Temple has been the sect under the jurisdiction of Daoyan Sect.

When a subordinate sect encounters a crisis that cannot be resolved, it is natural to seek help from the sect.

But it's embarrassing to say, now Dao Yanzong's talent is withered.

If Lu Xuan is not counted, the overall strength is slightly stronger than Tianshui Temple.

Since Lu Xuan's master ascended to the fairy world more than 8000 years ago.

The mighty members of Dao Yanzong couldn't bear the mighty power of the years, and they sat down one by one.

Among the new disciples, there are fewer and fewer who can become masters.

At present, the person with the highest realm in Daoyan Sect is the real person in charge of teaching Qingyangzi...

He is a cultivator in the Void Refining Stage.

How to judge the background of a sect?

It depends on the cultivation base of their family's head, how many ranks they can rank in the sect.

Generally speaking, the real masters in charge are those with the highest realm, and they are all new sects.

The sects with deep foundations are always covered by great elders, supreme elders and the like.

If the young ones are hit, the old ones can stand up and support them.

The number one sect in the world that produced real immortals back then, but now it has not fallen into this situation, makes people lament the reincarnation of prosperity and decline, and the impermanence of heaven.

"What is your plan for this matter?"

Lu Xuan asked.

"The subordinate sect asks for help, and our superior sect can't just sit idly by."

Qing Yangzi blinked:

"It's just that there are a lot of affairs in the sect. Junior brother Fengyangzi and I are inseparable. The elders also have their own tasks..."

"You mean... let me go and have a look?"

Lu Xuan pointed to himself.

"Uh-huh--"

Qing Yangzi nodded vigorously.

Lu Xuan got up suddenly, and walked away:
"I dont go."

"Go once, Patriarch, you haven't been down the mountain for almost 1000 years."

"Every time I go down the mountain, I have to encounter a lot of troubles. What if I fall?"

"Uncle Patriarch, don't you know your own strength at all? Aren't the ancestors of other families who fell every time..."

"Shut up! And don't hug my thighs, how old are you..."

"Uncle Patriarch doesn't agree, I won't let go!"

"These are pants worth [-] spirit stones, you're going to tear them apart!"

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(End of this chapter)