In addition, there is one more thing worth mentioning.
That Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect sect that had been wiped out still had some disciples who were lucky enough to survive.
Yu Luomian "knelt down at the speed of light" one day before the genocide was exterminated. His respectful attitude and quick turn were breathtaking.
Because of this, he saved the lives of more than ten disciples in his lineage.
Including those disciples who were scattered outside and escaped by chance, Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect has a total of more than thirty people left.
Later, Zhao Linchuan secretly arranged for these people to recuperate in Tianyang Ancient City, and they are now under the unified control of Yan Fei.
As for Yu Yuanzhen's eldest son Yu Lingfeng, he still took his wife and concubines to hide in an unknown remote place, living in isolation from the world, and did not choose to join Yu Luomian.
At this moment, Tianyang Ancient City, City Lord Mansion backyard.
It is early summer, with bamboo shadows dancing and cool breeze blowing.
The little A-Yan was sitting cross-legged in the shade under the bamboo forest, with his back straight and his bright black eyes looking intently ahead.
Next to her right leg lay a Zhao Linchuan and a Supreme Ease Golden Edge chipped from wood.
Yue Shen walked slowly in front of her with a big belly, and kept explaining the essence of Yin-Yang Arts.
She is now more than seven months pregnant and has considerable difficulty moving.
But her expression was extremely gentle. When her eyes fell on A-Yan, it was like looking at her own flesh and blood, and her tone was also rare and gentle and patient.
"Listen up, Yin and Yang are the way of heaven and earth."
"Everything carries yin and embraces yang, and the energy is in harmony..." Yue Shen stopped, bent slightly, stretched out his hand and touched the center of A-Yan's eyebrows, "You need to feel the acupuncture point here with your heart."
"The breath flows from here, the bridge that connects heaven and earth, and you can first get a glimpse of the door."
"Remember?"
"Remember." A-Yan responded crisply, repeating what Yue Shen had just said in a sweet voice, word for word.
Yue Shen had a satisfied smile on his face, and just as he was about to continue talking, there was a soft sound of footsteps at the door of the courtyard.
"Let's take a rest." Yan Fei walked in carrying a tea tray.
She was wearing a light crimson dress, walking lightly, and the teapot and tea cup on the tea tray did not move at all.
She placed the tea tray on the stone table, turned around, walked over to Yue Shen, took her arm, and carefully helped her sit down on the stone bench, her movements as gentle as if she were handling a fragile piece of porcelain.
"Thank you, senior sister." Yue Shen thanked her in a gentle tone, held the table with one hand, and slowly sat down.
She no longer "fights" with Yan Fei because she completely lost...
Yan Fei's daughter is almost one year old, but my baby is still in her belly and refuses to come out. How can I fight with her?
"Yan Fei Auntie!"
Little A-Yan jumped up from the ground, jumped happily, and ran to Yan Fei in three steps and two steps at a time.
She raised her little face, her dark eyes full of expectation.
"Where is Yue'er? I want to play with her!"
"Yue'er just fell asleep." Yan Fei smiled and bent down, stretched out his hand to rub A-Yan's furry little head, and ran his fingertips through her soft hair. "Let her play with you next time, okay?"
A-Yan nodded obediently and did not bother.
"Come, drink some water and take a rest." Yan Fei poured a cup of warm water from the tea tray and handed it to A-Yan, "Auntie will check your homework later to see if you are lazy."
"Thank you, auntie!" A-Yan took the tea cup with both hands and held it firmly, but did not drink it immediately.
The little girl turned around, holding the tea bowl in both hands, walked carefully to Yue Shen, stood on tiptoes, raised the tea bowl high, and said with her little face raised:
"Yue Shen, Auntie, you have been teaching me for a long time, you must be thirsty, right?"
"Drink some water quickly and moisten your throat."
Yue Shen was stunned when she heard this. She lowered her head and looked at the small hands holding the tea bowl in front of her, and then looked at the upturned little face that was full of seriousness, and her throat was slightly choked.
After a moment, she laughed softly, reached out and took the tea bowl from A-Yan's hand, her laughter was as gentle as jade, and she said:
"Hehehe... Good boy, good boy, my aunt's love for you has not been in vain."
"Hehe."
A-Yan smiled, then turned sideways, stretched out his little hand to grab Yan Fei's fingers, shook her wrist and said:
"Auntie, please sit down and watch A-Yan perform a sword dance for you, so you can enjoy it."
"Okay."
Yan Fei sat down on the other side of the stone table, raised his hand lightly, made a "please" gesture, and said with a smile:
"Then let my aunt come and enjoy it and see how well our A-Yan sword dances."
"Look at it!"
A-Yan first stood on tiptoes, picked up the teapot with both hands, poured Yan Fei a cup of warm water steadily, and held it in front of her with both hands.
Then he ran back to the place where he was practicing, bent down to pick up the wooden sword, held a sword flower in his backhand, sank down, and started dancing.
The small figure shuttled under the bamboo shadow, and the wooden sword broke through the wind, making a soft whirring sound.
Although her steps were childish, they already had a hint of lightness and grace. Wherever her steps landed, the bamboo leaves on the ground didn't move at all.
Yan Fei and Yue Shen sat side by side at the stone table, smiling at A-Yan who was dancing the sword.
After watching for a while, Yan Fei picked up the tea cup, gently blew the tea leaves floating on the water, and said with emotion:
"It would be great if Yue'er could be as sensible as A-Yan in the future."
"That girl, now she only eats and sleeps, and cries when she wakes up. I'm afraid she will be a little bully in the future."
"Yes." Yue Shen stroked his bulging belly, feeling the rhythm of the fetus in his belly, and sighed softly, "It would be great if my Yan'er could be as well-behaved and sensible as A-Yan."
"This child is restless in her belly. She kicks me all night long. I'm afraid she will be more noisy than your Yue'er in the future."
After the words fell, the two people looked at each other, and then smiled without a smile.
"Haha." Yan Fei chuckled and said in an indifferent tone, "Junior sister, has your husband decided on the name of the child?"
"It's decided." Yue Shen smiled, gently stroking the edge of the teacup with his fingertips, and replied unhurriedly, "My husband said this baby is a daughter."
"He named her Qinglian, nickname...Yan'er." She enunciated the two words "Yan'er" very clearly.
After saying that, the two people laughed at the same time, looked away in tacit agreement, and focused their attention on A-Yan who was dancing the sword again.
Yue Shen and Yan Fei are no longer "fighting", this is true.
Because the two names "Yue'er" and "Yan'er" are entirely due to "issues left over from history".
This matter has to start from a year ago.
On the day Yan Fei was born, Yue Shen happily took the little red bellyband sewn by herself to congratulate her.
As a result, as soon as she stepped into the delivery room and before she took out her bellyband, she heard Yan Fei leaning on the bedside, holding the swaddled baby in her arms, and said with a smile, "Husband, as promised before, call her Yue'er..."