After the sect was destroyed, the whole continent relied on me to ascend

When you wake up, your dream comes true.

Luo Jiuqiu had dreamed of her child countless times. Although she could never see her face clearly, every time she woke up from the dream, she would remember the happiness and happiness.

But every time she woke up, the fact was that her flat belly was still motionless. Day after day, year after year, she deliberately avoided and forgot.

At this moment, the dream finally came into reality.

The crimson swaddled baby has a white and tender face, a pinkish mouth, and slender eyebrows. With his eyes closed, he can see his agility and cuteness, and his appearance is very delicate and beautiful.

Luo Jiuqiu laughed, laughed and cried, and said: "Is this really my child? You stole this from someone else's house, right? I heard that newborn babies are wrinkled and red. Why is he so Cute? Is it a son or a daughter? "

Murong Xun rarely had the patience to answer them one by one, and said: "It's yours. You only steal other people's when you are sick. Your child was quite ugly when he was born. I quickly gave him a medicinal bath and he looked better instantly. It’s a son.”

Luo Jiuqiu smiled so hard that she couldn't close her mouth. She reached out to take the child and looked up at Murong Xun, but her eyes froze when she passed by Murong Xun's hair.

Murong Xun didn't seem to notice, and put the child in Luo Jiuqiu's hand, and also helped her adjust her posture thoughtfully.

Murong Xun said: "Are you happy now? I know you prefer your son. You are reluctant to beat your daughter. You think your son is naturally thick and rough-skinned and can withstand beatings, so it will be easier to raise him. Your dream has come true, congratulations."

Luo Jiuqiu said in a dry voice: "Zhenzhen, what's wrong with your hair?"

I could see that the ends of Murong Xun's hair and temples were mixed with white. Unknowingly, most of his hair had turned white, and his hair was dry and dull. Even the corners of his eyes and forehead had wrinkles, and his whole body seemed to be sucked away. A lot of spiritual energy.

Luo Jiuqiu had just smiled brightly for a while, but now his mouth dropped and he was about to cry again.

Murong Xun couldn't stand it anymore, so he reached out and pinched the corner of Luo Jiuqiu's mouth, lifted it up, and said nonchalantly: "It's nothing. I've probably been slacking off in my cultivation recently and my spiritual power has been weak. I can just practice again later."

With that said, Murong Xun turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Luo Jiuqiu.

"Zhenzhen!"

Murong Xun stood still and did not look back.

Luo Jiuqiu asked: "Are you okay? Are you doing it because of me..."

Murong Xun sighed and said: "What can I do? I can do a caesarean section and deliver the baby easily. But I haven't slept for a long time and I'm a little sleepy. I'll go back and take a nap first. Let's talk later. You should be well too." rest."

With that said, Murong Xun walked away steadily and quickly.

Luo Jiuqiu felt that he didn't need to rest.She seemed to have just slept, and her body and spirit were in excellent condition. She had not felt any of the possible dangers that Murong Xun had mentioned before.

After just a short nap, the child came out.But Murong Xun...

Murong Xun stayed behind closed doors for several days. When he came out again, his hair was still more white than black, and there were still a few fine wrinkles on his forehead and corners of his eyes.

Murong Xun said: "I find that my mature and vicissitudes of life are more handsome, so I'll leave it like that."

Luo Jiuqiu had now overcome the inexplicable vulnerability period of being a first-time mother, and asked Murong Xun directly: "It's because you delivered my baby, for me and the child, that you are like this, right?"

Murong Xun nodded and said: "Yes, I was too tired to deliver the baby and was too lazy to dress up, so I temporarily returned to my original shape. In fact, I looked like this hundreds of years ago, but I always disguised myself and you didn't notice."

Luo Jiuqiu didn't believe his lies at all.

There was no danger or price as expected, and the child was fine. Except for Murong Xun, even the fool knew what he must have paid.

But Murong Xun is a very stubborn person. Even if you kill him, he won't say anything he has decided not to say.

Luo Jiuqiu's mouth moved, her eyes were slightly red, she exhaled for a while, and said in a calm tone: "Zhenzhen, I'm too lazy to bother with a name. Do you want to help me name my child?" Murong Xun was stunned for a moment. He laughed for a moment, then pretended to be reserved, declined, and said: "This is not good, the father may want to kill me."

Luo Jiuqiu didn't take it seriously and said: "Fuck him."

Murong Xun immediately nodded and said: "Then I'm welcome."

As he spoke, Murong Xun fell into deep thought. After a while, he frowned, grimaced, bared his teeth, and scratched his hair, looking like he was racking his brains.

Half an hour later, Murong Xun shouted: "You need to be careful about this matter. I will go back and think about it carefully. Just wait for me!"

After shouting, Murong Xun dodged and ran away.

Probably because he was too excited, Murong Xun didn't pay attention to the direction when he ducked away, and almost hit a tree without noticing.

Murong Xun locked himself up for several more days and nights.

Finally, after crossing out countless names, Murong Xun came up with a name.

Luo Yao.

The Luo of Luo Jiuqiu is carefree and free.

Murong Xun once read through various classics and countless poems and songs, trying to find a name with profound meaning and significance, but finally gave up.

In the end, Murong Xun thought that as a witness to the birth of this child, no matter whether he would ascend in the future or not, whether he would be a world-shattering great power or not, he only hoped that he could be like his mother, always free and happy, free and happy as he pleased.

The child's name has a very good meaning, full of blessings and love from the elders.

They were unhappy at first, and everyone in the Yuxu Sword Sect who came to the door with swords in a group resisted the urge to beat Murong Xun violently, but they still wanted to struggle with the child's surname.

Sima Yong said: "I think the child should still take his father's surname, or he can have the word "yun" in his name."

Chu Zhiyi shouted directly: "You must have the surname of your ancestors!"

Luo Jiuqiu only said one word: "Get out!"

The members of the Yuxu Sword Sect dared not speak out in anger. They felt aggrieved and went to find their ancestors, only to find that their ancestors were still there, closing their eyes and meditating as before.

From the outside, there is no hint of Yunfu's happiness and excitement in becoming a father for the first time.

Sima Yong tentatively spoke: "The child's name has been decided, Luo Yao, Xiaoyao Yao, taking the surname of Sect Master Luo. I wonder what do you think, ancestor?"

Yun Fu slowly opened his eyes and said, "It's not important."

Sima Yong's mouth twitched, and he guessed that his ancestor's subtext must be: As long as the child and his mother are happy.

Yunfu himself didn't care, and the child's name was officially decided.

Neither Luo Jiuqiu nor Yunfu were the type to take care of children. In Yunfu's eyes, people were roughly divided into two categories, one was called Luo Jiuqiu, and the other was called others other than Luo Jiuqiu.

Although Luo Jiuqiu loves children, she also loves freedom. She is used to being a hands-off shopkeeper, throwing her children either to Yong Huai or Murong Xun, and she is also assisted by her three apprentices.

In short, there are many people vying to take care of their children.

Even the unknown high priest actually likes children. He can't help but come up to tease them. Every time, he smiles like an ordinary old woman, which is a bit pure and simple.