Rong Xian stretched out her hand to take the Wood Lingzhu, hesitated for a moment, took out the little snake from her sleeve, and said slowly, "Little Jin, be optimistic about our eldest prince."
After she said that, regardless of the fact that the little snake was still in a deep sleep, she couldn't hear it at all, and directly stuffed the snake into the wood spirit bead.
Akin: "…"
After taking back the wood spirit bead, she lay down on the bed again.
Rong Xian's eyes were as deep as a cold pool, and her expression was as calm as an ancient well.
She just wanted to send the Sword Emperor, who inherited her bloodline, to the Fortune Pool, but she stopped when she was about to move.
It wasn't because of an accident, but because she couldn't trust the Fortune Pool.
That's right, Rong Xian is not only cautious, but also suspicious.
Everyone knows the Pond of Creation. After countless years, who knows if anyone has thoroughly studied the Pond of Creation, and will then play tricks on the Pond of Creation.
Will there be malicious people who unblock the ban on the Fortune Pool, take away the bloodline they need to contain the people they are plotting, or directly manipulate the children born in the Fortune Pool.
Rong Xian had too many uncertainties in her heart, so she used a drop of ordinary blood to create a substitute in the fortune pond. This substitute appeared only to deal with her doubts.
If there is really a problem with the creation pool, and the children born from this drop of blood are also controlled by people, it would be better.
She had already deprived the child of its bloodline power at the beginning of its conception, and no matter how it grew, it was under her control.
What's more, if someone coerced her with that child—
Rong Xian squinted his eyes with interest, but by then, he would be slaughtered.
She would kill the child first, and then teach the mice in the shadows how to be human.
She doesn't want to be threatened by anyone, and no one has the right to threaten her, and Rong Xian doesn't allow herself to fall into that kind of embarrassing situation!
As for the question of whether the child was innocent or not, Rong Xian sneered, that was not the bloodline that she hoped to appear.
Just like when she was in Xiaoqianjie, Shen Jiu was just a container for the sword emperor's blood, and the child was just a game she set up at will.
The children of the Rong family, apart from Rong Yu, were only the future eldest prince of the Sword Emperor.
Whether it is the same boat or Fu Yuhuang, or the second prince who may be pinched to protect the eldest prince in the future, it is all a trick.
If someone is plotting them to pinch themselves, tsk, she definitely welcomes those who can't wait to jump into the pit.
What Rong Xian is best at is planning ahead. She would rather think more, even if it turns out that she thinks too much and does useless work, it doesn't matter, it's better than being caught off guard by an accident.
If she really thinks too much, she is willing to honor the child in the pool of good fortune.
Well, that goes a bit far.
The baby is born early.
Rong Xian closed her eyes slightly, and the prohibition surrounding the palace disappeared silently.
She rubbed her throbbing head, and suddenly her body froze.
She was vaguely aware of a terrible problem.
The same good fortune pool helps many monks to give birth to children at the same time, which is like a woman giving birth to many monks. Thinking of this, Rong Xian only thinks that it would be wiser not to put the eldest prince in.
Rong Xian: "… "
Besides, it's okay if you don't have a partner, as long as the child is of his own blood, he won't care about forbearance.
But those who have a partner let the pool of good fortune help to conceive a child, who is the child.
I always feel that the monks in the Middle Thousand Realms are covered by a green cloud above their heads.
Thinking like this, Rong Xian uttered a meaningful syllable: "—Hmm."
She endured it, but still couldn't help sighing: "The Zhongqianjie is really green today."
Fortunately, no one else knew what Rong Xian was thinking, otherwise they would not be able to look directly at the Fortune Pool in the future.
And those cultivators who use the Fortune Pool to breed children must be very embarrassed, and the monks born in the Fortune Pool will also be embarrassed. I wonder if they will call the Fortune Pool Father.
Ah no, it should be called mother.
Well, I don't know who will be more embarrassed in the end.
Rong Xian supported her head and pursed her lips happily: "A good fortune pond can support a world."
But after laughing, Rong Xian's expression became subtle, because she remembered that she had also sent a drop of blood to the Pond of Creation.
This kind of thing about finding a green hat for herself made her tangled.
Of course, Rong Xian didn't struggle for a long time. The injury on her soul broke out, and her head hurt again. The relaxed mood just now disappeared.
Looking at the sky, it was time for dinner in an hour.
Rong Xian frowned slightly, she couldn't go with such a weak posture.
She lay on her side on the bed, propped her head with one hand, closed her eyes slightly, and sank into consciousness.
In the consciousness space, the small sword floated in the air with a scorching brilliance.
She looked down at her dim soul, 'tsk', feeling that this artifact really couldn't be used casually.
Fortunately, her previous cultivation has improved a lot, otherwise the backlash this time will definitely be stronger.
Rong Xian turned into a stream of light and flew into the small sword, and came to this empty and dead world, where the lonely stone monument still stood.
Rong Xian casually glanced at the stone tablet, her palms were flat, and the golden spirit beads, water spirit beads, and wood spirit beads were suspended above her palms.
She stretched out her hand and grabbed the three spirit beads, and the trace of the power of the Heavenly Dao that was intercepted during the sacrifice to the sky turned into an eye that appeared on the top of her head.
Even if it was only a trace of strength, when Rong Xian looked directly into this eye, she still had a humble and insignificant feeling.
This is order, it is a rule, it is a mighty force.
Rong Xian waited for a while, but didn't notice the slightest difference. Only then did he confirm that the small sword bestowed by the late emperor really formed a space of its own, which could isolate the way of heaven.
The corners of Rong Xian's mouth were slightly raised, and she no longer had any scruples, and immediately began to refine one eye on the spot.
Xu is the reason for doing the Heavenly Dao, and Rong Xian's refining of the Heavenly Dao's power was exceptionally smooth.
After the refining was completed, this eye quickly slid into Rong Xian's eyebrows.
Rong Xian was slightly startled, and turned into a water mirror, which reflected the appearance of her spirit.
There was a purple mark between her eyebrows, which looked like a red mark accidentally scratched.
Ke Rongxian knew clearly that this was not a simple red mark, but a small eye of heaven containing the power of heaven.
With a wave of Rong Xian's hand, the water mirror dissipated.
Her mind moved, and the person had returned to the body.
On the dragon bed, Rong Xian opened her eyes, and a flash of purple energy flashed in her eyes.
She felt it carefully, and found that the power of refining did not arouse Tiandao's idea, so she was completely relieved, but this power did not help her ease the wound of her soul as she thought.
Rong Xian propped her head up and sighed, "It seems that I have to go to the small world for healing."
However, she is particularly interested in the little sword that leads to the small world. When her eldest prince grows up and regains her memory, she can still ask.
Rong Xian thought of this, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, her soul sank into consciousness again, and flew into Xiaojian.
She came to the stone monument, her palm brushed over the stone monument, and a space door slowly opened.
Rong Xian lifted her footsteps and walked in.
Pond of Creation: The first time I was hacked so miserably Σ(☉▽☉"a looked confused
(End of this chapter)