"There should be no difference between egg education and prenatal education, right?"

In the corner of Fengchun Temple.

Wu Wan and Shao Siming sat cross-legged in front of the 'nest' made up of several layers of soft cushions, muttering like this.

Shao Siming asked curiously: "Prenatal education? What is that?"

Wu Wan couldn't help but think of the pregnant heroine when he went to the Renhuang Pavilion for the first time to attend the Renhuang Banquet...

"In order to cultivate excellent successors, some forces in the human domain will make the mother take some supplements before the baby is born to cultivate the baby's qualifications.

But we don’t have to do that.”

"I have heard of this before, and the word prenatal education is appropriate."

Shao Siming nodded slightly and said:

"Innate gods don't care about qualifications, it all depends on the strength of the avenue they are born from. Ming's avenue is already one of the top avenues in the world."

"No, no, no," Wu Huan shook his head repeatedly, "The avenue and qualifications only determine the starting point. The child's future achievements will also depend on her own hard work!"

Shao Siming smiled and said: "You are preaching to me."

"That's the truth. We can't do things like numerology."

Wu Wan looked at the divine egg wrapped in divine light in front of him and said with a smile:

"Forty-nine days will pass in the blink of an eye, so why not wait patiently."

"But we still have to do something," Shao Si Ming said with a little worry in his eyes, "Ming's path is a bit unstable after all."

"It's better than this."

Wu Wan put his right hand into his left sleeve and groped for a while, and soon took out a lyre and winked at Shao Siming.

Shao Siming chuckled lightly and hugged Changqin: "I have lived for so many years, but I am still good at playing the piano."

"Then let's take turns playing for her for an hour or two every day."

Shao Siming asked: "Do you have the music score?"

"Just play whatever you want."

"Then don't laugh at me."

Shao Siming pursed his lips lightly, fixed the long harp with his divine power, and carefully played with the strings for a while. He then raised his head and glanced at Wu Wan. Seeing that Wu Wan's face was full of expectation, he unconsciously sat up straighter.

Her exquisite and sweet figure was also fully revealed.

The slender fingers brushed the strings, and the melodious sound of the piano was like a stream, flowing happily from the empty valley and mountain stream.

Wu Wan was fascinated by what she heard. He leaned back, supported his body with a pair of arms, and stared at her slender fingers playing the piano.

The years are long, the sky and the earth are vast, the spirits of all things are dependent on the sky and the earth, and the soft spring breeze brings fine rainwater, soaking the somewhat dry earth, allowing a little greenery to grow on the gray ground.

With another dazzling moment, the warm green color has filled my eyes.

The grass is shining, the weeping willows are lingering, the tired birds are returning to their nests, and the thin clouds are drifting away with the wind.

The divine egg was floating in front of them at some point, and the little god inside seemed to be listening attentively. A pair of small hands rested on the egg shell, as if he wanted to retain those notes.

Wu Wan, who originally wanted to show off his "plowing skills" in front of Shao Siming, wisely chose to stop.

No, she cannot play in the second generation of gods.

…

Yang Wudi is now a little dizzy since the Renhuang Pavilion Headquarters returned to destroy the sect.

Who dares to believe this?

His Majesty the Human Emperor invited a nobody to him for dinner, and the master of the Human Emperor Pavilion grilled fish for him with his own hands!

Although Yang Wudi had always felt that his sect leader would definitely be able to sit in that position in the future, but when this kind of thing really happened, he still couldn't help but feel all kinds of excitement in his heart.

However, what touched Yang Wudi more than this was...

According to the news from Tiangong, the sect leader named Yang Wudi and asked Yang Wudi to go to Tiangong to assist the sect leader in doing something big!

What's this?

This is trust! This is appreciation!

This is...exclusive grace!

"Hey hey hey!"

On top of the cloud, Yang Wudi couldn't help but grinned widely when he thought of this.

The great elder who was walking with him swept his sleeves, snorted coldly, threw Yang Wudi away from the Mie Zong Mountain Gate, and said coldly:

"Pack your bags quickly, say goodbye to your relatives and friends, and set off in three days.

This trip to the Heavenly Palace is extremely dangerous and dangerous, and I won’t be able to come back if I have to!”

"Don't worry, Great Elder!"

Yang Wudi steadied himself in the air, raised his head and burst out laughing. The corner of the elder's mouth twitched slightly, and disappeared into blood.

Not long after, Yang Wudi stepped into the large formation, the dragon walked and the tiger stepped, and the tiger and tiger were powerful.

He did not go to his residence or return to his friend's kang. Instead, he fell towards the pavilion where the elders and deacons were gathering. He was surrounded by people before he could stand still.

"Invincible Elder, is your Majesty's summons about the sect master?"

"What's wrong, Lord Sect Leader? Could it be that the innate gods were killed by those gods... woo, woo woo!"

"You crow's mouth, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll break your neck!"

"Hey," Yang Wudi waved his hand, raised his head, straightened his chest, lifted his hips, tightened his abdomen, and held his waist and hips with both hands.

The coquettishness is still as brave as before, the face is full of youth and the heart is full of joy.

Yang Wudi smiled and said: "If you have any advice, treasures, or strategies for our sect master, please tell me. I will rush to the Heavenly Palace in three days and continue to serve our sect master.

labor!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment when they heard this, and then they rushed up and surrounded Yang Wudi. They all started asking about the cause and effect of the incident.

Yang Wudi's face was full of comfort. Moments like this were rare.

Not long after, Yang Wudi was summoned by Miao Cuijiao to the Luobao Hall with full praise and "heroic" steps.

Yang Wudi did not dare to continue giggling, he lowered his head, leaned forward, and with a gentle smile on his lips, he quickly walked into the palace door, and was greeted with several cordial greetings as he entered:

"Master Miao, are you looking for me? Miss Lin is here too. Miss Lin has lost a lot of weight recently."

"Stop talking nonsense," Miao Cuijiao's pretty face was cold, adding a bit of aloofness.

She said: "The sect leader recruits you to help in the Heavenly Palace?"

"Hey, yes," Yang Wudi lowered his head and responded, "It can't be said to be a help. Maybe the sect master is missing an errand boy, so he asked me to go over and run around."

"snort!"

Miao Cuijiao said dissatisfied: "Why did the sect master only recruit you, but didn't recruit me?"

"this……"

Yang Wudi rolled his eyes and said hurriedly:

"My lord, the sect leader's consideration must be extremely thoughtful.

Sect Master Miao, Miss Lin both have the appearance of a fish and a wild goose, and the appearance of overwhelming the country and the city. The gods in the Tiangong are all old perverts who are hundreds of thousands of years old. If you are allowed to go, wouldn't there be people looking for the Sect Master every day?

trouble?"

Lin Su chuckled and scolded: "I do know why the young master just called Elder Invincible to come over. Elder Invincible's mouth is enough to match three or four extraordinary people."

Miao Cuijiao suddenly chuckled, like flowers blooming and birds singing in unison.

Yang Wudi, however, pressed his head tightly, not daring to even look at it.

If he even takes a second look at a woman related to the sect leader, it would be considered a lack of care!

Miao Cuijiao said: "Why don't you write a letter to the sect leader? I see you think about it day and night, and you have lost a lot of weight recently."

"What letter should I write..."

Lin Suqing murmured in a low voice, her palm-sized face showing a little haggardness.

Although most of this haggardness is due to the recent difficulties in practicing, and has been unable to understand certain principles, and Dongfang Mumu still has not come out of seclusion;

But in the eyes of others, they all thought she was sick with longing for her...

Lin Suqing didn't know how to argue with this.

What are you missing? After being unblocked, the young master gained confidence and his masculine charm is like a wild horse. Now there may be a goddess living with him in the Heavenly Palace to make him happy. Why should her little maid become ill with longing for her?

.

Hum hum, I have a young commander to protect me.

"Why don't we send a message to Fairy Ling and ask Fairy Ling to edit a letter," Lin Su said with a chuckle, "We don't need to worry about His Highness Jingwei. He must have gotten the news."
To be continued...