Unsuccessful

Feng Tuo, this year...has not been born yet.

This year is the year of Renzi, today is the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, and it is the second quarter of Yin time.

The vision suddenly appeared, thousands of auspicious clouds surged, and the sun rose from the sky.

"Wow!" With a quiet cry, Fengtuo was born, and the family breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, "General! Many people came from outside the tent to see you." The lieutenant came to report.

General Feng's delighted smile still persisted, "What's the matter?"

The lieutenant: "It looks like a group of people who practice Taoism."

General Feng: "???"

When General Feng comforted his daughter-in-law and came to the tent late, he was really taken aback by so many Taoist priests, elders, monks and nuns.

"I don't know everyone, what's your business? If it's Huazhai, we really... can't help."

"The general's words are wrong!" A long-bearded old man jumped out first, ready to explain the reason why they, a group of charlatans, uh, bah, charlatans gathered here illegally.

"Take it easy, don't jump around..." General Feng thinks that respecting the old and loving the young is our excellent traditional virtue, which should be carried forward!

"Cough, cough, cough!" The old Taoist felt that the direction of his life was being misled by General Feng.

Closer to home, anyway.This large group of people came to see General Feng's newborn son.

General Feng's mood at the time was: "Crazy! My son is not a cabbage, why show it to a group of old perverts!" (General, this metaphor is a bit crooked...)

"Ya Butterfly!" General Feng calmly suppressed the grass mud horse in his heart, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and said coldly and proudly. (If you don’t know a foreign language, don’t speak hard!)

"..." The scene was very embarrassing for a while.

Suddenly, starting from the back of the encirclement of the charlatans, everyone withdrew to both sides one after another.

General Feng looked at this posture, I'll go, could it be that their boss is here?

I saw that person walking like the wind, standing like a pine tree, um, if there is a moving picture, it would probably be 咕——啦.

Dressed in a cassock, with a pair of loving eyes, clasped his hands together, and said, Amitabha.

Next to him was a little novice monk, although he was very young, his eyes were clear and transparent.

"General Feng, the old monk's Dharma name is Fuhong, and he spread the Dharma all over the world. He came here specially for your son today."

"Master Fuhong is good. I don't know why?" General Feng saw that this man's gestures and gestures were really everyone's demeanor, but just saying Amitabha lifted people's spirits, and secretly thought that there was something wrong!

"General Feng, can you let me see your son or not, it may be related to your son's life." Fu Hong sighed and said Amitabha again.

When General Feng heard this, he felt a little nervous for a moment, and sighed, "Master, come with me."

"Amitabha, wait a minute, General Feng." Fu Hong turned around, and said to a large group of people eating melons behind him, "Let's disperse first, here... no guests are invited."

A group of charlatans: "..." Damn, what the hell!After that, they all dispersed.

Fuhong: "That's what, it's still very happy to get skinned once in a while."

General Feng: "My mage painting style is wrong..."

The screen changed and came to the tent where Fengtuo was sleeping.

"Master, the dog just fell asleep, Master, you just look at it from a distance." General Feng issued a red alert.

"Well, good, the old monk is standing three steps away."

"Master, you said it's about my son's life..." General Feng glanced at the little soft lump lying on the bed, and rubbed his hands together nervously.

"That's right. General Feng, your son was born on the day of the Wooden Year, the Moon, the Moon, and the Day of the Moon. When he was born, he was born with auspicious auspiciousness. It was the Mu De Xingjun of the Nine Obsidian Stars who came down to earth."

General Feng was overjoyed when he heard that his son was descended from Xingjun, and before he had time to thank him, he heard Fuhong speak again.

"However, Lord Mu Dexing is benevolent, he can't bear the torment of the world's common people by the flames of war, so he gave up his own destiny to help your country of Xia rule the world."

"So my brother will win this battle to seal Tianjin? How will that affect my son?"

"It's so difficult to die early." Fu Hong looked indifferent.

"What?! Mage, do you have a solution?"

"Nothing, it's a destiny." Fuhong folded his hands together, and bowed to the child who was sleeping quietly on the bed. When he got up, he saw that General Feng's eyes were red, and his hand, which was usually holding a large knife of dozens of kilograms, was moving slightly. trembling.

"General Feng, you should also remember that trees are easy to break, but they live long. As long as Mu Xin does not die, he will come back to life one day. But if Mu Xin is dead, even if the outside is lush, he will not live for long. Find Those who protect his wooden heart may live a hundred years without any worries."

"Thank you mage."

"Also, let Feng Yuan take him with him. Maybe he can benefit from growing up together." Fuhong said goodbye and left, and Feng Tuo's story started from here.

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