Chapter 0739 The Infant's Inner Elixir

Yang Qingyin looked at the baby lying on her back and cried. The birthing process was not difficult, and with my mother's care, everything went smoothly. It's a boy, his eyes haven't been opened yet, he's crying loudly, he looks very healthy, his limbs are shaking, vaguely like he's punching.

Yang Qingyin felt that her state of mind was like a sieve, with thousands of emotions dripping out. No one was complete, and no one was clear. Not only could she not be as calm and steady as a Taoist priest, she could not even be as calm as an ordinary mortal. .

"Did I really give birth to him when he is so big?" she asked with a smile, her face covered with tears.

Mother Yang looked at her daughter and grandson lovingly. She was not so embarrassed when she gave birth because she didn't have to worry about the child being taken away by others.

"Have you noticed it? He has inner elixir, and he has three levels of inhalation. He is not as high as Zuo Liuying was when he was born, but this is already very rare. He is a genius of the Yang family, no, Pangshan, and the entire Taoist tradition." Yang The mother could not suppress the excitement in her heart, and couldn't help but put her thumb on the baby's forehead to feel the rotation of his inner alchemy. "Given time, he will definitely surpass Zuo Liuying's realm, because he has a prophecy within him."

Yang Qingyin's tears flowed out again. She had already decided to let nature take its course. If Daotong really wanted to take away the child, she could only agree. After all, it was safer in Daotong, but now she was a little shaken.

She hated being hesitant and felt that it was not her style. She tried hard to hold back her tears, raised her head and said, "His surname is Mu, mother. His surname is not Yang or Shen, he can only be surnamed Mu."

Mother Yang sighed softly, "Even so, aren't you willing to go back to Pangshan with me?"

Yang Qingyin shook her head firmly.

The mother and daughter fell into silence at the same time. Only the baby's cry lasted forever. Yang Qingyin's attention returned to her son, "Do all children cry so hard?"

Mother Yang frowned slightly, "Ordinary children are like this, but Taoist disciples... you only cried two or three times when you were born. Babies born with inner elixirs should be more mature. You hug him and feed him some milk, maybe He's hungry."

Yang Qingyin picked up the baby and turned around, but the baby struggled so hard that she couldn't even lift up her clothes.

Mother Yang was also puzzled. She suddenly heard some voices in her head, her expression changed slightly, and she said softly: "Take him out, the ancestor and grand master are here."

"So fast!" Yang Qingyin was surprised. She knew nothing about what was going on outside, and even now she couldn't hear any special sounds. "Unless Dao Tong retires tomorrow, I won't let you take him away." ”

"Let's go out first and then talk." Mother Yang's excitement gradually subsided, and she began to feel that the baby's cry lasted too long, was too high-pitched, and had no Taoist style. Zuo Liuying was definitely not like this when he was born.

The bald man had been waiting impatiently at the door. With a whoosh, he went around from behind Mother Yang and went to the other side to look closely at the baby in Yang Qingyin's arms. Then he said very seriously: "It looks like Brother Xiaoqiu. Look at him." His fists are clenched as tightly as Brother Xiaoqiu’s.”

Yang Qingyin smiled, and then looked at the seventeen Taoist priests not far away. She was no longer surprised, but horrified. She could not recognize all these Taoist priests, but she could see that their status and realm were not low. She hugged the baby tighter and found that the magic clock was gone. Looking to the north, the sea had turned into a magnificent spectacle, like a dream.

Yang's mother was also surprised. She saluted the Taoist priests and then said respectfully to Pangshan Grandmaster Yang Yannian: "This son keeps crying. I don't know why..."

Yang Yannian nodded. It was for this reason that he and other Taoist priests summoned Yang Qingyin and her son, wanting to see and examine with their own eyes the "Taoist wizard" who was crying loudly. A very thin beam of light flew out of Grandmaster Pang Shan's hand and slowly approached the baby. Yang Qingyin saw it and did not avoid it.

The bald man flew over and tried to block the light. He couldn't see the shape of the light and could only vaguely see the trajectory of the spell. "Ah wu..." He opened his mouth to swallow the spell, but it was useless. The light passed directly through his head and fell on it. on the baby.

After a moment, Yang Yannian withdrew the light and stepped back without saying a word. Mother Yang and Yang Qingyin were both confused. The baby's cry still echoed through the sky without weakening at all.

Patriarch Fang Xunmo walked up to Yang Qingyin and stretched out his arms, "Is that okay?"

Yang Qingyin was still hesitating, but Baldy said hurriedly: "Don't give it to him, I'm my mother, they are casting spells on you, and you think they are doing it willingly, but in fact they are controlling them.

"There is something abnormal about the baby's inner elixir." Fang Xunmo added without retracting his arms.

Yang Qingyin still handed over the baby. She also began to feel that the baby's cries were abnormal and his strength was amazing. She had to use her magic power to prevent him from breaking out of her arms.

Fang Xunmo did not catch the baby, but cast a spell with both hands to let the baby hang in front of him. Bald Man was very nervous. He was the only one who didn't care about the baby's crying, so he flew around under the baby for protection.

An extremely soft light emitted from Fang Xunmo's hand, wrapping the baby completely. Although his face remained unchanged, the light gradually grew brighter, and even the bald man could see it clearly.

Baldy stopped flying, glanced at Yang Qingyin, and couldn't help but ask: "Is this okay? Mom, Xiao Xiaoqiu has just been born..."

Yang Qingyin nodded at Baldy. She knew in her heart that the high-level Taoist priests might take the baby away by force, but they had no ill intentions and would not harm her child. Especially the baby's crying made her anxious. Her mother's instinct told her that there must be something making the baby uncomfortable.

The light that enveloped the baby's body slowly shrank and finally entered the baby's body. Yang Qingyin and her mother watched with bated breath. The bald man stopped talking and stared at the little thing hanging in the air.

Yang's mother breathed a sigh of relief and said to Grandmaster Pangshan: "He has inner elixir and is at the third level of breathing. He is another genius of Pangshan, only slightly worse than Zuo Liuying."

The Grandmaster was still casting spells. After the baby stopped crying, he was still not honest. He waved his fists and feet and struggled even harder. Yang Qingyin's heart was hanging with the baby and she almost didn't hear the conversation between her mother and the Grandmaster.

Like Yang's mother, Yang Yannian also had high hopes for this baby, even more. Pangshan was in decline. If no miracle happened, it might take two or three hundred years for him to recover. "He is a genius, but it's hard to say whether he belongs to Pangshan."

Yang's mother was surprised. "What do you mean, Grandmaster?"

"His inner elixir is not pure."

"Grandmaster means that the baby's inner elixir is not..." Yang's mother was speechless for a moment.

"It's not the inner elixir of the orthodox sect, but the inner elixir of a casual cultivator." Yang Yannian did not show his disappointment, but his eyes were no longer on the baby, but on the North Sea. "This is just my observation. Let's wait for the master's conclusion."

Mother Yang was devastated. The master would never make a mistake. It turned out that years of waiting were just in vain.

The bald man was overjoyed. "Xiao Xiaoqiu doesn't have the inner elixir of the orthodox sect, so does she not need to be taken back to Pangshan? Mother, did you hear that? Great news!"

Yang Qingyin's eyes were still fixed on the baby, and she said casually, "Okay."

Mother Yang was puzzled. "How could it be? Qingyin is the daughter of the Taoist sect. How could the baby condense into the inner elixir of a casual cultivator? Could it be... Could it be because of Mu Xingqiu? It must be him. If Qingyin was combined with a real Taoist priest, this kind of thing would not happen."

The bald man glanced at Mother Yang, and did not refute for Yang Qingyin's sake.

Yang Yannian shook his head, "It has nothing to do with Mu Xingqiu. It may be because of the method of re-annihilation that Yang Qingyin's body and soul are unstable, which affects the fetus's inner elixir."

"The method of re-annihilation is also Mu Xingqiu..." Yang's mother sighed, walked to her daughter, and said softly: "Come back to Pangshan with me, take the baby, no matter what kind of inner elixir he has, Pangshan is willing to accept him."

"Mother, I have made a decision long ago and will not change it. Since my child does not have the inner elixir of the Taoist tradition, I must stay with him. After a few years, he can make his own choice."

The son of Taoism matures early and can make his own decision before the age of ten.

Yang's mother wanted to persuade her, but Yang Yannian said: "I am afraid he has no chance to choose. Pangshan will retire within a month."

"One month? Isn't it nearly ten years before the demon clan appears in the world?" Yang Qingyin asked in surprise.

"The Demon-Suppressing Bell has left Wangshan, and the restrictions left behind are becoming increasingly unstable. They can only last for ten years at most. During this period, the demons may break out of the void at any time." Yang Yannian's eyes have never left the north, "and the flames of Zhibubang are more intense than expected. We have just reinforced the outer restrictions. The Taoist sect has finished all its affairs, so there is no need to stay. Pangshan will be the first to retire, followed by other Taoist sects. Within a year, there will be no more orthodox Taoists in the world."

This is the first time that Yang's mother has heard of this, and she is even more anxious, "Qingyin, don't be stubborn anymore, come back to Pangshan with me, that's your home."

Yang Qingyin looked at He moved away from the child, looked into the mother's eyes, and smiled slightly, "The Taoist can give up the whole world, why can't I give up the Taoist?"

Yang Qingyin took a breath slowly, and her mother's face showed panic. She knew what her daughter was doing, but she couldn't stop her, "Silly child, you will regret it..."

Yang Qingyin spit out the inner pill and handed it to her mother. She immediately felt exhausted. Her eyes turned to the baby, and she didn't even take a second look at what her inner pill looked like, "Does he want to spit out the pill too?"

"If it's just a casual cultivator's inner pill, then there's no need." Yang Yannian replied. He was sure from the beginning that Yang Qingyin would never change her mind.

Yang Qingyin's heart settled down, and she missed the baby a few steps away more and more. She was eager to hold him in her arms again and feel his punches and kicks.

"Hmm?" The ancestor Fang Xunmo asked a question, and more than a dozen high-level Taoists summoned magic weapons at the same time, pinched the magic formula with both hands, and looked like a big enemy in front of them.

Before Yang Qingyin and the bald man had time to ask the reason, the baby suddenly spit out a ball of fire.

The fireball grew in the wind, and soon its diameter was a foot. It wanted to fly into the sky, but was restrained by the magic of seventeen high-level Taoist priests ten feet high in the air.

These seventeen Taoist priests were all well-known, and the magic weapons they used were the best in the world, including nine treasures. Even so, they could only barely trap the fireball, and it was still struggling.

"The Ancestral Fire of the Far Wilderness, this is the Ancestral Fire of the Far Wilderness in Zhibu State! How could it appear here?" Yang Yannian couldn't help but speak, with a hint of anger in his voice.

Fang Xunmo didn't answer. At this moment, the baby not far from him suddenly turned over, stretched out his pink little fist, and punched the Taoist ancestor on the chin.