Yang Qingyin looked at the baby lying on her back and laughed and cried. The delivery process was not difficult, and everything went smoothly with the care of her mother. She was a boy, her eyes were not open, and her crying sounded shook the sky. She looked very healthy, with her limbs shaking, and she seemed to be doing boxing.

Yang Qingyin felt that her mood was like a sieve, with all kinds of emotions dripping, and no part was complete, nor was there clear. Not only could she not be as calm as a Taoist priest, she could not even be as calm as an ordinary mortal.

"Is he so big really a child?" she asked with a smile, her face full of tears.

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

"Did you notice it? He has the inner alchemy, the three levels of inhalation, not as high as Zuo Liuying's realm when he was born, but this is very rare. He is the Yang family, no, Pang Shan, and a genius of the entire Taoist dynasty." Yang's mother couldn't help but stretch out her thumb and press it on the baby's forehead to feel his inner alchemy rotation. "In time, he will definitely be able to surpass Zuo Liuying's realm because he has prophecy."

Yang Qingyin's tears flowed out again. She had decided to let the flow. If the Tao Tong really wanted to take the child away, she could only agree. After all, the Tao Tong is safer, but now it is a little shaken.

She disliked the hesitation and felt that it was not her style. She tried hard to stop crying and looked up and said, "His surname is Mu, mother. He is not Yang, nor Shen, but Mu."

Yang's mother sighed, "Even so, are you unwilling to go back to Pangshan with me?"

Yang Qingyin shook her head firmly.

The mother and daughter fell silent at the same time, only the baby's crying was endless. Yang Qingyin's attention turned back to her son, "Does the children cry so hard?"

Yang's mother frowned slightly. "This is the case for ordinary children, but Taoist children... You only cried two or three times when you were born. The baby who gave birth to the inner elixir should be more mature. Hug him and feed him some milk, maybe he is hungry."

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

Yang's mother was puzzled, and suddenly heard some voices in her mind, her expression changed slightly, and she said softly: "Please carry him out, the ancestors and the grandmasters are here."

"So quickly!" Yang Qingyin was shocked. She knew nothing about what was happening outside. Even now, she could not hear any special voices. "Unless the Taoist dynasty retires tomorrow, I will not let you take him away."

"Let's go out first." Yang's mother's excitement gradually subsided, and she began to feel that the baby's cry lasted for too long and too high, without the Taoist sect's wind. This was definitely not the case when Zuo Liuying was born.

The bald man had been waiting in a hurry at the door. He walked around Yang's mother with a whoosh, went to the other side to look at the baby in Yang Qingyin's arms, and then said very seriously: "It looks like Brother Xiaoqiu. Look at his fists, clenched as tightly as Brother Xiaoqiu."

Yang Qingyin smiled. Then she looked at the seventeen Taoist priests not far away. She was no longer surprised, but was shocked. She could not recognize these Taoist priests, but she saw that their status and realm were not low. She hugged the baby tighter and found that the demon-suppressing bell was gone. Looking north, the sea surface had turned into a magnificent wonder, like a dream.

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

Yang Yannian nodded. It was for this purpose that he and other Taoist priests called out Yang Qingyin and his son. They wanted to see and check the "Daotong genius" who cried with their own eyes. A very thin light flew out of Grandmaster Pang Shan's hand and slowly approached the baby. Yang Qingyin saw it and did not hide.

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

After a while, Yang Yannian took back the light and took a step back. Without saying a word, Yang's mother and Yang Qingyin were both inexplicable. The baby's crying still ran through the sky, without any weakness.

The ancestor Fang Xunmo walked to Yang Qingyin and stretched out his arms, "Is that OK?"

Yang Qingyin was still hesitating, and the bald man hurriedly said, "Don't give him, mom, they are casting spells on you. You think they are willing, but they are actually controlling them."

"The baby's inner alchemy is somewhat abnormal." Fang Xunmo added, not retracting his arms.

Yang Qingyin still handed over the baby, and she began to feel that the baby's crying was not normal, and she was extremely strong. 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 his hands to let the baby hang in front of him. The bald man was very nervous. He was the only person who didn't care about the baby's crying and flew around under the baby to protect him.

Fang Xunmo's hand emitted a very soft light, wrapping the baby. Although his face remained unchanged, the light gradually became grand, and even the bald man could see clearly.

The bald man stopped flying, looked at Yang Qingyin, and couldn't help asking: "Is this OK? Mom, Xiao Xiaoqiu was just born..."

Yang Qingyin nodded to the bald man. She knew that the higher Taoists might forcefully take the baby away, but they had no malice and would not hurt her child. Especially the baby's crying made her anxious. The mother's instinct told her that something must make the baby feel uncomfortable.

The light that wrapped around the baby's body slowly contracted and finally entered the baby's body. Yang Qingyin and her mother held their breath and watched. The bald man no longer talked too much, staring at the little thing hanging in the air.

The baby's cry came to an abrupt end, and everyone's ears finally returned to peace.

Yang's mother breathed a sigh of relief and said to Master Pang Shan: "He has the inner alchemy and the third level of inhalation. Another genius of Pang Shan is only a little worse than Zuo Liuying."

The ancestor was still casting spells. After the baby stopped crying, he was still not honest, and he fisted and struggled even harder. Yang Qingyin's heart was hanging with the baby, and he almost never listened to his mother's conversation with the master.

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

Yang's mother was surprised, "What do you say about the Grandmaster?"

"His inner alchemy is impure."

"The master means that the baby's inner alchemy is not..." Yang's mother was speechless for a moment.

"It's not the inner alchemy of Taoism. It's the inner alchemy of the casual cultivator." Yang Yannian did not show his disappointment, but his eyes were no longer on the baby. Instead, he looked at the North Sea, "This is just my observation, wait for the conclusion of the ancestor."

If Yang's mother was severely injured, the master would never make a mistake. It turned out that many years of waiting were just a waste of time.

But the bald man was overjoyed, "Xiao Xiaoqiu has no Taoist inner alchemy, so he doesn't have to be taken back to Pangshan? Mom, did you hear it? Great news!"

Yang Qingyin's eyes were still staring at the baby and said casually: "Okay."

Yang's mother was puzzled, "How could it be? Qingyin is the daughter of the Taoist sect. How could a baby condense into an inner alchemy of a casual cultivator? Could it be... Is it because of Mu Xingqiu? It must be him. If Qingyin is combined with a real Taoist priest, this would not have happened."

The bald man glanced at Yang's mother, but did not refute it because of Yang Qingyin's face.

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

"The method of destroying it is also Mu Xingqiu..." Yang's mother sighed. She walked to her daughter and said softly: "Go back to Pangshan with me and bring the baby. No matter what kind of inner elixir he has, Pangshan is willing to accept him."

"Mother, I have already made a decision and will not change it. Since my child does not have the inner alchemy of Taoism, I will stay with me. In a few years, he can make his own choice."

The son of the Taoist sect matures early and can make his own decisions before he is ten years old.

Yang's mother wanted to persuade her. Yang Yannian said, "He probably has no chance to choose, and Pang Shan will retire within a month."

"One month? Isn't it still nearly ten years before the demons appear?" Yang Qingyin asked in surprise.

"The demon-suppressing bell has left Wangshan. The restrictions left are becoming increasingly unstable, and they will last for up to ten years. During this period, the demon seeds may rush out of the void at any time." Yang Yannian's eyes have not left the north, "and the flames of Shibubang are more fierce than expected in advance. We have just strengthened the external restrictions. The Taoist throne has been done, so there is no need to stay again. Pangshan will be the first to retreat, and then there will be other Taoist priests. Within a year, there will be no more orthodox Taoist priests in the world."

It was the first time that Yang's mother heard about this, and she was even more anxious. "Qingyin, stop being stubborn. Come back to Pangshan with me, where is your home."

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

Yang Qingyin took a breath slowly, and a panic appeared on Yang's mother's face. 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 elixir and handed it to her mother's hands. She immediately felt exhausted. Her eyes turned to the baby, and she didn't even look at what her inner elixir looked like. "Does he want to spit out the elixir?"

"If it's just a scattered cultivator's inner pill, then it won't be necessary." Yang Yannian replied. He was sure from the beginning that Yang Qingyin would never change his mind.

Yang Qingyin felt more at ease, and became more concerned about the baby a few steps away, eagerly looking forward to holding him back in his arms and feeling his punches and kicks.

"Huh?" The ancestor Fang Xunmo asked a question. More than a dozen high-level Taoist priests summoned magic weapons at the same time, pinching magic tricks with both hands, and pretending to be a great enemy.

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

The fireball grew when it saw the wind and soon became a foot in diameter. He wanted to soar into the sky, but was bound by the spells of seventeen high Taoists in the sky that was ten feet high.

All of these seventeen Taoists have great backgrounds and are the best magic weapons in the world, including nine treasures. Even so, they can only barely trap the fireball, and it is still struggling.

"The Far-Wild Ancestor Fire, this is the Far-Wild Ancestor Fire in the Sprint Band! How could it appear here?" Yang Yannian couldn't help speaking, with a hint of anger in his voice.

Fang Xunmo did not answer. At this moment, the baby not far from him suddenly turned over, stretched out his small pink fist, and punched the chin of the Taoist ancestor.

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