Times have changed.

The five paths of Haozheng are still the same as before.

But on the Jade Phoenix Platform in the past, there was a towering stone statue.

And the stone statue was transformed from Jixuan Valley.

It has been five years since their child was born.

Mu Lingfeng stood in front of the stone statue and slowly pressed his face against the chest of the stone statue, as if he could hear Ji Xuangu's heartbeat and feel the warmth of the past.

"Xuan Gu, I believe you will definitely come back. You said that you should protect us mother and son, and you will definitely keep your word, right?"

It seems doubtful, but there is no room for refutation.

Tears flowed down her cheeks and fell on the stone statue.

...

On the other side.

In the Supreme Palace of Haozheng.

In the most serious hall of Confucianism in the past.

Now there are constant laughter and joy.

"Grandpa Huangshu, Grandpa Huangshu, I want that pearl..."

In the magnificent palace, a four or five-year-old, chubby guy riding on the head of the Emperor's Supreme Confucian, giggling with joy.

The emperor Confucian, who has always pretended to be majestic, is now disgraceful. If he is seen by others in the Confucian school, he will definitely be shocked.

In the entire Confucian school and even in the suffering state, this little guy is the only one who can sit on the supreme head of the imperial Confucian scholar.

"well!"

The Emperor Ru Shang said with a smile, lifting the little guy high and grabbing the crystal beads hanging on the wall.

As the Confucian Sect lost the new life after many elite disciples, Ji Feng is the treasure in the hands of everyone in the Confucian Sect.

He inherited his father's holy vein, and his foundation was extraordinary at the moment of his birth, with his own holy light. He was born with a divine weapon, Shennong ruler, and was born to heal all spirits and bones of living dead people.

In the first battle, if the little guy had not used his abilities unconsciously, the talents of Confucianism would have withered even more.

Therefore, many Confucian disciples regard the little guy as the holy sons.

While the imperial scholar was taking care of his children, the heroes in the bamboo forest were nowhere to be traced but laughed repeatedly, "Boss, you have today too."

As he said that, a song of singing was played under his fingers.

But Xiaru's pride of Wuzhi did not last long.

"Grandpa Xiaru, Grandpa Xiaru..."

The tender voice came from afar, causing the music of Xiaru's untraceable moments to mess up.

"grandfather?"

Xia Ru Wuzhi had a dark line on his face. When did he become the master? Isn’t this too old?

While thinking about this, Ji Feng was already jumping and running over.

Xiaru Wuzhi knew at a glance that the boss must have heard his laughter, so he deliberately let the little guy out and cause trouble for him.

"Xiao Jifeng, I think you can call me brother, brother Xiaru!"

Xia Ru Wuzhi bent down, pinched Ji Feng's armpits with both hands, and said with a smile on his face.

"But I call you brother, then why do you call me mother?"

Ji Feng scratched his head and asked with confusion.

Hearing this, Xiaru's face suddenly turned dark. This child spoke so directly.

He didn't know how to answer directly.

"Okay, let's not talk about this, who made you run out?"

The Xiaru naturally knows the reason without a trace, but it is important to give the child a chance to show his performance.

"Grandpa Huangru won't let me tell you."

Ji Feng raised his head and replied seriously.

Looking at the serious little guy, it makes people laugh.

The Emperor Confucian in the Supreme Palace of Haozheng covered his face with his hands and couldn't help crying, "This little guy is so honest. He doesn't know how to adapt than the Sincheng!"

Xiaru Wuzong reached out and pinched the little guy's cute little nose. The little guy started to twist and burst into tears, making a giggle.

She looks more delicate and elegant than a little girl.

"You little guy, you are getting more and more naughty. Let's go, it's time to have a meal now. Uncle Xiaru will take you to a big meal!"

"Fly!"

As he said that, Xiaru Wuzhi raised Ji Feng and ran with both hands, and the guy smiled non-stop with his arms wide open.

Everything seems extremely harmonious.

...

approaching dusk.

Ji Feng returned from the fourth road of Haozheng.

As soon as he ran into Yufengtai, he saw his mother, and ran over, hugged Mu Lingfeng's legs, and shouted happily: "Mom, mom, guess who I am."

"Feng'er..."

Mu Lingfeng shook his head helplessly, bent down and picked up the little guy, "Where are you going to have fun again? Look at your dirty face now."

Mu Lingfeng took out the handkerchief and carefully wiped the little guy's fleshy face, looking doting.

After all, this is the only child of her and her senior brother Ji Xuangu, and it is also her sustenance.

"Where do I play in Uncle Xiaru, there are many bamboos, dragonflies, and baby bears, which is so fun."

Ji Feng said as he buried his head in Mu Lingfeng's chest and rubbed it. His chubby little hands also hugged Mu Lingfeng's neck and returned to his warm embrace. His eyelids started to fight.

"well!"

Looking at the sleepy little guy, Mu Lingfeng shook his head, but he still kissed the little guy's chubby face in a doting manner, and then took the little guy back to his room to settle down.
Chapter completed!