The Pregnancy Energy Is Contrary To Heaven, And My Children Are All Over The World

That night, Lin Zijun specially arranged a quiet courtyard for them to stay.

Fang still didn't want to go to the Fang family's mansion.

She would rather stay here and return to the sect immediately after completing what she should do.

After Fang Shiqing hesitated, she also stayed.

It's said to be taking care of, but actually it's also surveillance.

At night.

Fang Shiqing took out a storage bag and gave it to Lin Zijun.

"This is the Spirit Stone you need. Check it out to see if there are any problems."

Lin Zijun glanced at it and saw eleven boxes neatly placed in the storage bag.

Each box contains 10,000 Low Grade Spirit Stones.

Lin Zijun glanced at Fang Shiqing with a strange expression.

She blushed slightly and turned away.

Double Spirit Root requires 10,000, and single Spirit Root requires 100,000.

Fang Shiqing gave 110,000 Spirit Stones, the meaning was obvious.

Both of them are here to do business.

"Ahem... The moonlight is very beautiful tonight. I wonder if any beautiful lady would like to enjoy the moonlight with me?"

Lin Zijun coughed twice and asked politely.

Fang Shiqing naturally understood what he meant.

Who comes first tonight?

"Yiran, you can accompany Mr. Lin to admire the moon. I'm going to rest first."

After speaking, she turned and left the room without waiting for Fang Yiran to reply.

The moonlight is intoxicating, and people are even more intoxicated.

Lin Zijun was not in a hurry to get money to do things, so he invited her to sit by the window. A full moon happened to be hanging in the sky, reflecting the two of them as if covered with a layer of silver gauze.

He turned over his hands and took out a jug of wine.

The two drank against the moon, chatting about the romance, the snow, the moon, and the beautiful mountains and rivers.

Fang's still tense mood slowly calmed down.

She was slightly drunk, and her beautiful face showed flushed cheeks. Under the moonlight, it was charming, just like a ray of white moonlight shining into Lin Zijun's heart, making his heart beat.

Over the years, although Lin Zijun has had many women, these women were all arranged for him by others, and it is impossible to say how much he likes them.

Many of them are just one-sided relationships, casual romances.

Only Fang Yiran is different.

She was the first female cultivator he met when he came to this world. Ten years later, he still misses her.

It can be seen that Fang is still unique.

The two chatted happily.

Perhaps Lin Zijun is gentle and considerate, but Fang Yiran has never had such a deep relationship with the opposite sex before.

Gradually, she opened her heart that had been sealed for many years and told him about the misery of her life experience.

He was born without a father or mother, and was ostracized by his tribe when he was young. When he grew up, he learned the cause of his parents' death.

Fang still looks strong, but is actually filled with trauma.

She is like a hedgehog, which can only cover its soft heart with sharp thorns on the outside.

This night was the first time she talked about this past event to others. She burst into tears and vented all her pain and hatred into Lin Zijun's arms.

When everything was vented, Lin Zijun wiped away her tears.

She felt much lighter instantly, as if the heavy shackles on her body had been thrown off.

Looking at the handsome face under the moonlight, Fang Yiran's cheeks blushed even more intensely, and he plucked up the courage to raise his head and kiss her.

Passionate, hot~

Lin Zijun responded gently.

I don’t know where the love comes from and it goes deep...

[Detected that your partner is single Spirit Root, selectable: ]

[1. Spend one year of life to strengthen the seeds and breed heirs with double Spirit Roots]

[2. Spend ten years of life to strengthen the seeds and breed heirs with single Spirit Root]

[3. Spend a hundred years of life to strengthen the seeds and breed heirs with different Spirit Roots]

[4. Spend a thousand years of life, strengthen the seeds, and breed heirs with Yin Spirit Root]

[5. Spend ten thousand years of life, strengthen the seeds, and breed heirs with Yang Spirit Root]

Lin Zijun decisively chose 5 and continued to enjoy the passionate entanglement.

…

After one time, Fang still didn't give up.

She was like a traveler walking in the desert who was about to die of thirst. When she saw a lake, she untied her shackles, jumped into the lake, and swam as much as she wanted.

Time and time again, it seems that all the emotions that have been suppressed for so many years are being released.

It wasn't until dawn that she fell asleep from exhaustion, with a happy and contented smile still hanging on her lips.

Ever since he embarked on the path of cultivating immortality, Fang Yiran had not slept as relaxedly as he did today for more than ten years.

Lin Zijun didn't feel sleepy, turned around, looked at her profile, and recalled the first time they met that year.

…

There is a mountain range stretching for thousands of miles in the northern part of the Xia Kingdom, called the Luoyue Mountains.

Located in this mountain range is one of the six top sects of the Xia Kingdom, the Falling Moon Sect.

The Falling Moon Sect has been inherited for tens of thousands of years, and there are many powerful people in the sect, with countless disciples.

However, in the past thousand years, Monster Race and alien races have joined forces several times and launched several wars against the human race, resulting in the death of countless masters of the human race and the death of a large number of un-risen geniuses.

Over the centuries, Falling Moon Sect's talents have withered and it has lost its former glory.

No more rainbows filling the sky, flying swords falling across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

Now, Gold Core monks can allocate a mountain peak, open a Cave Mansion, and recruit disciples.

In the eastern part of the Luoyue Mountains, on a steep mountain peak shaped like a crescent moon, there are palaces and pavilions in a row.

A few scattered disciples hurriedly passed by on the mountain, only to see a boy of about ten years old, stepping on the breeze and sticking to the ground all the way up the mountain, and arrived at a large hall on the top of the mountain.

There was only one woman in the palace.

Wearing a moon-white Taoist robe that is not stained by dust, her green silk hair hangs down like a waterfall from her waist. She wears a lavender veil on her face, making it difficult to see her face. But just by looking at those red and phoenix eyes, you know that this woman must be A stunning beauty.

"Master, what do you have to do with your disciple?"

The young man bowed respectfully to the woman and asked in a childish voice.

"Yunpeng, your senior sister Fang recently went down the mountain to visit relatives. The medicinal field she took care of is about to mature. You have also learned a lot about medicinal herbs from her over the years. This year, you will pick the medicinal herbs yourself. Don't make any mistakes. "

The woman in the moon robe had a cold voice and a serious tone.

A trace of hesitation flashed across the boy's face and he asked.

"Master, when will Senior Sister Fang come back?"

"I don't know the details, but it won't be long. What? You don't have confidence?"

"No, disciple has confidence."

After the young man finished speaking, he hurried out of the hall.

After a while, a female disciple came in.

"Master, Junior Sister Fang just came back from a summons, saying that a close relative of the family passed away and that she needs to observe mourning for one year."

The woman in the moon robe frowned slightly.

She knew something about her apprentice and knew that Fang still had a bad relationship with the Fang family.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have gone back for more than ten years.

"Bring the messenger talisman."

The female disciple respectfully presented a talisman.

The woman in the moon robe swept her consciousness and found that it was indeed her disciple's aura.

Since she was summoned in person, there was nothing to worry about, just one year at a time.

For a monk, a year is just the blink of an eye.