After Yun Zheng woke up, she and Rong Shuo held a Taoist couple ceremony in the divine realm.
It is still as lively and festive as before, but this time there is an extra sense of solemnity.
In every place they had been together, they announced to the world: Yun Zheng and Rong Shuo were together.
After the Taoist couple ceremony ended, the divine world gradually returned to peace.
The news that Yun Zheng was pregnant gradually spread.
When Old Man Yun, who was far away in the Yunshuang Continent, learned about this, he was both happy and worried. He was afraid that Yun Zheng would suffer from childbirth.
In fact, apart from occasionally falling into a coma, Yun Zheng didn't really suffer any pain. She didn't show any signs of pregnancy until she was six months pregnant.
Rong Shuo takes good care of her every day, and her friends come to see her from time to time.
Yun Zheng felt that she had become lazy and couldn't help but miss the time when she was out with her friends. However, it was also nice to spend a peaceful time with her husband.
Time passes by little by little.
The due date has arrived.
Rong Shuo and others became increasingly nervous, their spirits tense all the time, fearing that something might happen.
Yun Zheng was very calm and even tried to comfort them.
Inside the hall of the ancient miracle land, Yun Zheng put her arms around Rong Shuo's neck, tilted her head slightly, and kissed his thin lips. Then she smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm in very good condition now."
Rong Shuo kissed her between the eyebrows and said in a calm tone, "If you feel anything is wrong, be sure to tell me."
"Yeah." Yun Zheng agreed with a smile.
The old woman staying in the temple is a midwife who specializes in delivering babies for gods in the divine realm.
Rong Shuo reluctantly stood up and reminded the midwife as he passed by her: "If you need anything, be sure to call me."
The midwife responded respectfully, "Yes, Taichu Tianshen."
There was not only a midwife in the hall, but also Nangong Qingqing and several female servants. They had made all preparations and were waiting for the birth of the Lord God's child.
Nangong Qingqing stayed by Yun Zheng's bed, reached out and held her hand tightly: "Zheng Zheng, relax."
Yun Zheng said, "It seems like I'm more relaxed, and you're more nervous."
Nangong Qingqing laughed, but her eyes couldn't hide her worry.
At this time, those guarding outside the temple were not only Rong Shuo and his friends, but also all the clergy and gods, and even Grandpa Yun and Yun Miao who were far away in the Yuncang Continent had come here.
At a glance, there was a huge crowd of heads.
Everyone was nervous.
It is natural for relatives to be nervous.
The gods were nervous because it was extremely difficult and risky for them to personally give birth to a life.
Rong Shuo crossed his hands, placed them on his forehead, and took a deep breath. If you looked closely, you could see that his whole body was shaking with uncontrollable worry.
Old Master Yun was pacing back and forth outside the hall, seeming a little anxious.
Inside the hall, Yun Zheng was chatting and laughing with Nangong Qingqing.
Suddenly, Yun Zheng felt a pain in her abdomen. She frowned slightly, which made the midwife who had been watching her change her expression. Then she quickly gave orders to the goddess servants.
The midwife said, "Qingyue Bingshen, please step aside a little."
Nangong Qingqing's heart seemed to jump into her throat. She didn't dare to delay and quickly stepped back.
Everyone outside the hall heard the noise and was on edge.
There were no howls of pain from inside.
Sometimes, silence is scarier than sound.
Rong Shuo's eyes instantly turned red and his hands were shaking.
If possible, he really wants to give birth himself, so that Zheng'er won't suffer!
His only wish now is that Zheng'er can be safe and sound. As long as she is safe, everything will be fine.
I don’t know how long it took.
"Wawuwuwu..." followed by the sound of a baby crying.
Everyone present was shocked and stared at the direction of the palace gate.
With a creaking sound, the palace door slowly opened a crack.
A thin layer of sweat oozed from the midwife's forehead. She said with a smile, "Congratulations to the Taichu God. Mother and child are safe!"
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Time flies, and three years have passed in the blink of an eye.
A three-year-old boy in a black robe, with fair skin and rosy complexion, has a pair of black, bright eyes that look like cold stars when he is solemn, his lips are rosy, and his face still has some baby fat that has not faded, but he looks particularly delicate and cute, with the temperament of a noble young man.
He walked alone to several statues and looked at them carefully.
He stared at the eight statues in front of him, his bright black eyes filled with some confusion. Why was there no statue of his father?
"Jing'er."
A cool and pleasant voice came.
Rong Jing turned around and saw the figures of the Mother Goddess, the Father Goddess, and the godfathers and godmothers, who were slowly walking towards him.
"Mother... Mother." Rong Jing remembered the Mother Goddess's teachings that he could not call her Mother Goddess after coming to the Yunchuang Continent.
Rong Jing walked up to Yun Zheng and asked in confusion, "Mother, why is there no statue of father here?"
Yun Zheng laughed, reached out and held his small hand, and explained softly, "Because your father is not a member of the Fengyun team, he is Lord Emperor."
Fengyun team?
Rong Jing was stunned for a moment. He remembered that his godfather, godmother, and Uncle Feng had mentioned the 'Fengyun Squad'. He tilted his head slightly and asked curiously, "Mother, what is the Fengyun Squad?"
After hearing this, Yun Zheng was stunned for a moment.
She first glanced at Rong Shuo, then smiled at her Fengyun friends, and all the past experiences came to her mind.
She leaned over slightly, easily picked up Rong Jing, and smiled, "When talking about the Fengyun team, we have to mention eight people. Their names are Yun Zheng, Nangong Qingqing, Feng Xinglan, Mo Jing, Yu Qiu, Mu Yin, Yan Chen, and Zhongli Wuyuan."
Rong Jing blinked: "So, the members of the Fengyun team are mother, godfather and godmother."
"Xiao Jing'er is so smart." Mo Jing couldn't help but praise her.
Yun Zheng looked at the eight statues in front of her and thought of the eight Fengyun people who were once so high-spirited. Her eyes became a little hot.
"The Fengyun Squad was founded at the Dongzhou Holy Academy. They first trained together in the Land of Exile, rose to fame at the Dongzhou Grand Gathering, and then joined forces with the Dongzhou geniuses to resist the demons. After leaving Dongzhou, they went to Zhonglingzhou, experiencing life and death again and again, and grew stronger together."
"The Fengyun team encountered more races and witnessed more things in the Holy Ruins, but it was also a painful experience for them. Later, they reunited on the Qiongtian Continent, never forgetting their original aspirations, fighting side by side time and time again and growing stronger. Whether it was the Three Continents Exchange Conference or the Nine Gates of the Primordial Desolation, they faced challenges together. Later, they ascended to the level of gods and made sacrifices to protect all living beings. Fortunately, they returned."
"If it weren't for your father, mother wouldn't be able to come back."
She described her growth over the years word by word.
The moment she said this, Rong Shuo and his friends' eyes were already wet, because they all thought of the two times of separation and death.
"What is the Fengyun Squad?"
"It's for the young men who can meet at the top, for the young men who can support each other, and for the young men who can protect each other."
“Fengyun…”
“Always.”
“…in our hearts.”
[End of Text]
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