After Luo Yunyan left, the mountain returned to peace.
Everyone tacitly began to diligently cultivate.
Even the fat orange cat under the tree breathes every day.
Twenty years later.
Qin Beast broke through to the eighth level of the Fusion Realm.
Several sword intents have reached the Great Perfection of Sword Intent Manifestation.
I've heard that the third realm of swordsmanship can only be comprehended by those who have reached the Immortal Realm.
It's worth mentioning that, so far, Qin Shou has comprehended over twenty peerless Daoist techniques from the Daoist Archives. Furthermore, for some reason, Qin Shou always experiences a profound sense of familiarity and connection when cultivating Daoist techniques, and this feeling deepens as his understanding of the techniques grows.
With his mastery of both Dao and sword techniques, Qin Shou felt incredibly powerful, but he also felt his cultivation level was still too low, so he needed to work harder to improve.
Time stands still in the mountains; pine pollen is not used to brew wine, and spring water is not used to make tea. All that exists is cultivation, cultivation, and more cultivation.
In the blink of an eye, another ten years have slipped through our fingers.
"Eek..."
The tranquility of the mountain was broken by the cry of a baby.
"Buzz!"
Within the Sea of Laws, the long-dormant true form suddenly opened its eyes.
The laws of the heavens resonated, and Qin Beast's body was like an abyss, greedily absorbing the energy between heaven and earth. He raised his hand and grasped a delicate immortal heart floating above his head, refining the last bit of power within it.
At this moment, his aura was rising steadily until it finally stopped at the ninth level of the Integration Realm.
After decades of slumber, his injuries have fully healed, and he has turned misfortune into blessing.
brush--
Immediately afterwards, Qin Shou took a step forward and appeared in the bamboo house.
The sky was clear and the clouds were bright. His white hair moved without wind, and his immortal face appeared even more ethereal and stunning.
At this moment, those dark pupils silently watched the little baby lying in the 'small world', constantly stretching out its limbs and crying.
Half an incense stick later.
The 'small world' is shattered.
A primal aura filled the space between heaven and earth, accompanied by the loud cries of infants that echoed throughout the four seas and eight wastelands.
Qin Shou flicked his sleeve, setting up multiple layers of arrays to isolate the strange phenomena and sounds.
Several hours later.
All the strange phenomena and sounds gradually dissipated.
Qin Shou carefully carried the baby, pushed open the door, and went out.
At this moment, everyone on the hilltop had gathered outside.
When they saw Qin Shou carrying the baby out, they all rushed forward, eager to see what was happening.
"Hehehe, let me take a look at my junior sister's child first."
Changsheng squeezed through the crowd, his old face radiant even more so than the sunlight.
"Wow, my junior sister's baby is so cute right after birth!"
Changsheng reached out to touch the baby, but then worried that his rough hands might hurt the infant, so he awkwardly withdrew his hand.
"Let me see, let me see."
Da Mei also stood on tiptoe to observe the baby in Qin Shou's arms.
The little one's skin was fair and tender, unlike the wrinkled appearance of a typical newborn baby. Instead, it was smooth and shiny, like a very precious pinkish-white pearl.
With a delicate nose and small mouth, and a pair of large, expressive eyes, she stared at everyone, neither crying nor making a fuss, remaining quiet and still.
"Wow! Sister Wen's doll is so cute!"
Da Mei couldn't resist extending a slender, white fingertip and carefully touching the little guy's fair and tender face.
"Pop~"
The little guy bit his finger, his eyebrows slightly raised, looking at Da Mei, which made Da Mei giggle.
"Really! How cute is it?"
Little Fatty strained on his tiptoes but still couldn't see, so he grabbed Big Beauty's leg and shook it, saying, "Sister, sister, I want to see too! Pick me up and let me see!"
"Okay, little sister."
Da Mei bent down and hugged Xiao Pang in her arms.
Little Fatty looked at the baby in Qin Shou's arms and asked Da Mei, "Sister, am I cuter, or is Sister Wen's baby cuter?"
"They're both cute, they're both cute."
"Squeak, little fatty, come down here. I, Grandpa Rabbit, want to see you too."
Black Rabbit was jumping high on the outside, excitedly sticking out its tongue while its big eyes desperately peered inside.
"Master, please name my junior sister's child."
Changsheng looked at the baby in Qin Shou's arms and made a suggestion.
name?
Qin Shou felt a pang of pain in his heart, and that sentence unconsciously floated through his mind again.
[Next spring, when the flowers bloom, your disciple cordially invites you to the capital of the Great Duan Dynasty for a visit. Your disciple has joyous news to share... joyous news...]
Qin Beast raised his eyes.
It was winter, and snowflakes were still falling in the courtyard.
"You should have been born in a season of spring warmth and blooming flowers... so, your name will be Warmth."
"Warm, warm..."
Qin Shou held the baby in his arms and called out softly.
"Hehe..."
The baby in her arms twitched its limbs, as if responding to the Qin beast's cries.
"Warmth. What a beautiful name, Master!"
Changsheng gave a thumbs-up and flattered him at the opportune moment.
"Hmph, you don't need to tell me."
Qin Shou proudly raised his neck.
"Master, Master, Nuannuan has been born! Shall we hold a banquet?"
Little Fatty raised his head with anticipation and said, "When Yi Cheng and I went down the mountain before, we saw that when people had babies, they would hold a banquet."
That time, I even went to eat with Yicheng.
The host was very hospitable; they even gave us some red eggs when we left.
"manage."
Qin Shou answered without even thinking.
"Yay!"
Little Fatty jumped up really high with joy.
"Master, when will Yicheng be back? Should we wait for her to return before holding the banquet together?"
"Yi Cheng... I'll go pick her up."
Qin Shou chuckled, handed the child in his arms to Changsheng, and then disappeared over the mountain.
"Oh! Oh! Yi Cheng is coming back!"
Little Fatty and Black Rabbit ran happily back and forth in the yard.
"Brother Changsheng, let me hold Xiaonuan."
Da Mei took the warmth from Chang Sheng's arms and gently coaxed him.
"Sister, sister, I want a hug too!"
Little Fatty ran over and wanted to hug and play with Little Nuan, but Da Mei refused.
"Little sister, you're still so small. What if you fall? Be good, listen to me. I'll let you carry me when Xiaonuan is older."
"No, sister, I want to hug Sister Wen's baby too. I used to hold Yuanbao and play with him every day when he was little."
The chubby boy pouted.
Da Mei rolls her eyes.
"Don't you know how many times you've thrown Yuanbao to the ground?"
"I...I...I fell down because Black Rabbit was holding me."
Little Fatty was speechless and immediately started shifting the blame.
"Squeak—! Fatty, you're slandering the rabbit! You'd better not be a fish!"
"I...I didn't slander you. It was because you and Yicheng were hugging that you fell."
"Squeak—squeak—"
The ship of friendship capsized so easily that the two of them sulked for three days and didn't speak to each other.
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