Jiuxing Dynasty, thirty-six years.
There are many people standing in the Xi family mansion and the ancestral hall, and the leaders are two middle-aged men and women, and the women are holding a peacefully sleeping baby in their hands.
Women's faces are luxurious. Men are still handsome even though they have reached the age of standing. They looked at the little baby with a little worry on their faces.
"Husband..."
The woman held the child and couldn't help but glanced at the man next to her, her tone a little bewildered.
Following Yuan'er more than ten years ago, she hurt her body. It was so hard to get a woman from old age, and she was born with desperate death.
She was so nervous in her heart that she would not let go of the sleeping baby girl in her arms.
"Madam, don't worry." The man put his arm around the woman's shoulder and whispered softly in her ear: "Even if our daughter can't be a voyeur, I won't listen to those elders."
Although he said so, the woman was still very nervous.
"Patriarch, Patriarch's wife, let's start as soon as possible, so as not to delay time."
Behind him, a half-old man with a cane stepped forward, with a hint of expectation on his face.
Patriarch Xi's face sank, and he glanced at his wife, took her daughter from her arms, and carefully pressed her little hand on the stone.
The tentacles were cold, and the baby girl woke up from the cold, and started crying.
This loud sound directly broke the silence of the room.
Everyone held their breath and looked at the stone, only to see that the stone did not respond, and they couldn't help lowering their eyes with disappointment.
However, just as they looked away, an exclamation sounded, "Look! It's bright!"
"Really!"
"It's on! It's on!"
"There will be someone who will follow the secrets!"
The people behind them nodded in relief and looked at each other, only feeling a burst of old tears.
Even the woman cried with joy, holding the crying breathless baby girl, muttering: "It's so good..."
Peepers, as the name suggests, are those who can spy on secrets, commonly known as prophets.
The generations of the voyeurs of the Jiuxing Dynasty are all from their Xi family, there are males and females, and one generation follows the next generation. There have never been two voyeurs at the same time.
Her birth represents the passing of another person.
Patriarch Xi carried her to the yard of the last celestial voyeur, commonly known as the elder Tianji, and knocked on the door.
"Enter." After a long time, an old voice came from the courtyard.
Patriarch Xi pushed the door and walked in to look at the old man of Tianji sitting in a wicker chair. Before he spoke, he listened to the other party's first message.
"The new voyeur has already appeared."
His tone was indifferent, as if he was unaware of his next fate.
"Yes." Patriarch Xi nodded lightly.
"Then what do you come to me for." The old man Tianji sneered, and he couldn't cleanse him when he died.
"I implore the old man Tianji to give his name." Patriarch Xi stepped forward, looking at him earnestly.
The old man of Tianji was stunned, before he came back, "Yes, the next person who watches the secret is the name given by the previous one..."
As he said, he frowned and thought, Patriarch Xi naturally knew that he shouldn't be disturbed at this time, and he stood aside without making a sound.
After a while, he slowly spoke word by word, "Spring returns to Cuimo, Pingsha Rongnen, Chuiyang Jinqian, hence the name Xi Guimo, how about?"
"Spring returns to Cuimo, Pingsha is velvety and tender..." Patriarch Xi was stunned, "Thank you, old man Tianji."