Si Yuan picked up the little guy with one hand, and used his other hand to pick up the long-lived lock hanging around his neck and looked at it.

I saw that on the front of the Changming Lock, there were four characters engraved in the Wei Dynasty, which was [Peace and Longevity], and on the back, there were three figures carved.

There are two large and one small figures, two large figures are one male and one female.

The overall degree is not very clear, with only one rough outline, which is very vague, making it difficult to tell who those two adults are.

It seems to be intentional and does not want others to know their true identity.

"Since Xianxian, you have hung a long life lock on the little guy, and I hope you can identify it in the future, then the master will also leave a mark for him."

Si Yuan picked up the little guy with one hand and opened the swaddle clothes on him.

"Come on, Xianxian, you spread his legs apart."

Wei Xianxian was a little confused when she heard the master's words, but she still obeyed the instructions, stretched out her hands, and carefully spread her son's tender legs.

A small bean is still erect.

"Master, what do you want to do to Ping An?"

"Leave a mark." Si Yuan raised his index finger with his right hand, and the invisible force burst out from his fingertips, and was restrained and controlled by him so that he would not scatter.

"Swish..."

He shook his fingers lightly and quickly cut off the flesh and blood on the inside of the little guy's left thigh, and wrote a simple word "全".

at the same time.

Si Yuan suppressed the flesh and blood wounds with his divine thoughts and prevented his blood from flowing out.

At the same time, distract from mobilizing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, so that the spiritual energy can be merged into the wound of the simple word "六" and quickly form a special tattoo imprint.

“Wow wow wow wow…!”

The little guy burst into tears in pain, but his wounds recovered quickly.

Seeing this scene, Wei Xianxian felt very distressed, but she couldn't speak out to stop her master's actions, so she had to gently pat the little guy's back.

He comforted softly: "Peace is safe and don't cry. Mom is here, so be obedient..."

After the little guy stopped crying.

Si Yuan picked up the child, said goodbye to Wei Xianxian, and then summoned the Prison-Devouring Sword and placed the little guy flat on the wide and thick blade.

"Protect him and take him to find Master Han Guangsai Wuming."

"Then put the little guy down on the way Wuming must pass, and make sure that he is adopted by Wuming."

After contacting the Prison-Devouring Sword Spirit with divine thoughts.

Si Yuan also sent the appearance, temperament, and information of the Lord of Han Light Sword to him for tracking and searching.

The next moment.

A stream of black and red energy spread out from both sides of the wide sword blade.

Then healed upwards and closed the little guy inside, forming a protective energy layer. Then, the Prison-Devouring Sword rose up smoothly.

Under the control of Si Yuan's distraction direction, the Prison-Devouring Sword has accelerated from slow to fast.

It disappeared into the clouds in the blink of an eye.

"Master, is this possible? There will be no problem, right?" Wei Xianxian couldn't help but ask worriedly.

She always felt a little dangerous when she saw her giving away a sword with her.

I was afraid that the little guy would fall from the sky.

"Don't worry, this sword is controlled by the master and there will be no accidents." Si Yuan looked at Wei Xianxian with tears in his eyes and comforted him: "Only by walking from the sky, can the intelligence personnel in Luowang be noticed."

"In this way, no one except us knows where the little guy is."

"This is safer for him."

When Wei Xianxian heard the master's words, she nodded silently with tears in her eyes.

Looking up at the master.

"I wonder where Master will send peace to?"

"Do you still remember this person Wuming?" Si Yuan asked back.

"Remember." Wei Xianxian nodded and responded, saying, "Some time ago, when the former king Wei Xinling King was assassinated by Luowang, he suppressed Luowang's three Tianzi killers with his own strength."

"Leave the child to this person and take him as his teacher." Si Yuan smiled calmly and asked, "So Xianxian, do you think, who else is his opponent in the net?"

Wei Xianxian thought carefully and shook his head slowly and said, "No one is his opponent. He is much better than the Luowang Tianzi killer."

With such a powerful character, she felt much more relaxed.

No longer overly nervous and worried.

...

...

On the other side.

Under Si Yuan's remote control of his mind.

While adjusting the flight direction according to the direction where the lightsaber Lord Wuming is provided by Black Widow, he will look down from a high altitude to predict Wuming's direction of progress.

Then land on his must-pass road ahead and put the little guy down.

Wait for him to pass by and pick it up.

...

...

Sparse light rain fell from the sky.

Wuming, who is still dressed in elegant clothes, is wrapped in a black cloth and a greasy paper umbrella in his hand. His steps are steady and he is quietly walking on the sparsely populated road.

The consequences of successive natural disasters are far from being able to recover in a short period of time.

He has walked many roads and many places.

But what you see and hear is far from the prosperity that was once upon a time. Dilapidated and uninhabited houses can be seen almost everywhere.

Some of them have collapsed long ago and become ruins.

Among the lush green weeds, on both sides of the road filled with loess, under the dead trees without bark, the corner areas inside certain houses...

There are countless pale and broken bones.

He is like a traveler walking in the world, seeing all kinds of scenes and walking through big and small roads, calm and natural, and his expression has never changed.

Still elegant and quiet, with a graceful gentlemanly demeanor.

Whether sentient beings or ruthless, he has long seen these things, and is not afraid of life and death, and will not be affected by this.

At some point.

When he walked to a dilapidated house without a living, he accidentally heard the baby's tender cry.

He turned his head slightly and looked at the corner outside the house.

I saw an exquisite swagger with luxurious fabrics, which was abandoned here at will. Inside the swagger, there was a white and fat baby boy crying.

In the gaps in the wet and cold walls nearby.

There are several poisonous centipedes with black and red colours all over the body lie dormant, not far from the baby boy.

Turning his head and looking around, there was no trace of other people. Wuming approached, lowered his head slightly, and carefully observed the nearby traces.

But he still did not find any footprints.

It seemed as if this fat white baby boy who was still in his cradle fell from the sky and appeared here out of thin air.

Observe the sensing for a moment.

Wuming finally half-squatted down and hugged the strange little baby boy in his arms.

Still carrying an oil-paper umbrella, his face and emotions did not change at all. He set out on the road alone and traveled steadily. No one knew where he wanted to go.

...

...

In the cracks in the dilapidated eaves.

A toothpick-sized prison-devouring sword that shrank to only half an inch long slowly floated out of it, then rose into the sky and fled into the clouds.

In just a blink of an eye, it quickly disappeared.
Chapter completed!