Whoever is a master makes a move, he will know the level with one move, let alone a cultivator! The mana of more than 10,000 years of the four of them has only shocked the golden light a few times, so if they want to break the golden light cover, I am afraid that the four of them really can't get any bargain!

And if Uncle Pang Guang's nephew didn't use all his mana to fight, Fei Tianjun wouldn't be sure to win if he wanted to break the golden light mask alone, if he was seriously injured, even if he captured Mrs. Zhou, he wouldn't be able to force out her spirit yuan to refine it, wouldn't it be a waste of more than 30 years of hard work?

Fei Tianjun thought about it again and again, like gnawing on chicken ribs, it was not lost or lost, and he hated it so much that his face was blue and purple, and his seven orifices were smoking.

When he was at a loss, Fei Tianjun suddenly saw that the golden light only covered Wen Ji and Mrs. Zhou, and the rest of Tan Furu Gongying and others were trembling and cowering to the side, and he couldn't help but think about it, he suddenly flew down and made a shot, and at the same time, he took Gongying and Ao Xianggong, who was seriously injured, and all the others were taken under his feet.

Before everyone could react, Fei Tianjun had already viciously picked up the public screening.

He pressed the water-mill steel whip horizontally on Gongying's neck, and said to Wen Ji viciously: "Tan Wenji! Poor Dao knows that your body protection is powerful, but you can't protect so many people, if you don't hand over your mother, Poor Dao will kill your father first, and then kill them all one by one!"

"Demon Dao! You ......"

Wen Ji saw that Fei Tianjun threatened his father, he couldn't help but be furious, the vitality in his body was surging, he couldn't help but concentrate on it, and a smell of blood rushed straight to his throat, he hurriedly recited the mantra silently, concentrating his breath, and only then did he forcibly sip the blood that was about to come out of his mouth and didn't spit it out, but he was caught off guard and hurt his vitality, and at this moment he only stared angrily, but he was speechless.

"Hmph! Tan Wenji: Poor Dao counts three times, if you don't hand over your mother, Poor Dao not only kills all the people in this Tan Mansion, but also kills all the men, women and children in Tanjiazhuang!" Fei Tianjun squeezed Gongying tighter, raised the water-milled steel whip high, and counted with a hideous face, "One ...... 2. ......"

"Demon Dao, stop!" Before Fei Tianjun counted to three, Mrs. Zhou suddenly shouted, "Demon Dao: You don't want to blackmail the people of Tan Mansion and Tan Jiazhuang, I'll go with you." ”

"Count you as interesting!" Fei Tianjun didn't expect Mrs. Zhou to take the initiative to be bound, not only did he say in ecstasy, "As long as you follow the poor road, the poor road will not embarrass Tan Mansion and Tan Jiazhuang." ”

"You let my master go first, I have a few words to say to him. Mrs. Zhou said calmly.

"Okay! Poor Dao let him go, and you can't play any tricks with Poor Dao!" Fei Tianjun suddenly pushed hard, and pushed Gongying out.

Gongying stumbled to Mrs. Zhou.

"Master......" Mrs. Zhou stared at Gongying, and couldn't help but reddened her eyes with a soft call, "Master, you have to take care of yourself in the future, and the two children can only rely on your teaching." ”

"Husband... Madam...... You... What are you talking about?" Gongying was stunned by fright, and he had not yet come to his senses.

"Master: How difficult it is to have a young rite of life, since marrying into Tan Mansion, I am fortunate to be loved by the old man and gave birth to two sons for Tan Mansion, although he is not a talent, but he has not insulted the ancestors of the Tan family, and I can rest assured that I can go. Mrs. Zhou stared at the public screening with tears in her eyes, full of reluctant tenderness.

"Madam, what are you talking about?" Gongying faintly felt the meaning of life and death.

"This demon must take me, even if I can hide from the first day of junior high school, I can't hide from the fifteenth, in order for Tan Fu and Tan Jiazhuang to live in peace in the future, I can only make a break with him today. Mrs. Zhou calmly walked out of the golden light.

"Mother, don't!"

Wen Ji heard the meaning of his mother's awe-inspiring death, just exhaled four words, a mouthful of blood spurted out, the golden light around his body suddenly disappeared, the figure shook, swayed, and fell to the ground suddenly, he struggled to get up and hold his mother, but he couldn't move his body for half a minute, "Mother...... Don't...... Don't......"

Mrs. Zhou glanced back at Wen Ji with great affection, wanted to say something but finally didn't speak, and resolutely picked up a big knife on the ground (she had already paid attention to it), suddenly put it under her neck, and stared at Gongying affectionately: "Master, take care, I'm going to ......"

When the words fell, Mrs. Zhou's eyes slowly closed, and two lines of hot tears rolled down.

At the same time, a slight "whoop" sounded, the sharp blade had already cut through Mrs. Zhou's white neck, and the bright red blood slowly flowed down the cold blade, dyeing her chest and dress, Mrs. Zhou let out a slight / moan, and her body collapsed to the ground softly.

Mrs. Zhou can't bear to hurt even an ant on weekdays, how can she bear the death of everyone in Tan Mansion and Tan Jiazhuang because of her, so she decided to sacrifice herself to save people, but she didn't want to fall into the hands of Fei Tianjun, thus adding boundless pain to Gongying's father and son, so she chose to kill herself to resolve the catastrophe of Tan Mansion.

When Gongying witnessed the scene in front of him and suddenly woke up, it was already too late, and Mrs. Zhou had already killed herself.

Gongying howled, pounced over, hugged Mrs. Zhou tightly in her arms, and tears rolled down like rain: "Madam, Madam, Madam...... Why are you? Why are you......"

Wen Ji's vitality was greatly damaged, he moved his body and did not move, his eyes were looking at his mother with a horizontal knife to kill himself, and he screamed sadly, and suddenly his eyes turned black and he was unconscious.

The housekeeper Liu Er's servants of Tan Mansion cried on the ground and called: "Madam, Madame......"

Suddenly, up and down the Tan Mansion, there was a cry, the wind and clouds were bleak, and the world was sad.

Fei Tianjun didn't expect that such a weak woman would dare to kill herself with a knife! By the time he found out, Mrs. Zhou had already died of anger.

Pang Guang's uncle and nephew didn't expect this, and they were stunned.

And at this moment, something strange happened!

I saw a golden bead suddenly jumping out of the top of Mrs. Zhou's head, the size of a bowl, the golden light flashing, and the appearance of drifting and wanting to go away was the spiritual yuan of the Buddha who had entered the world.

Fei Tianjun suddenly saw it, he was overjoyed, jumped over, grabbed the gold bead in his hand, watched it carefully for a moment excitedly, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "Hahahaha...... There is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get them!ahahaha...... Aha......"

This wild laughter was full of the madness and excitement of the past and present lives, and it shocked Pang Guang's uncle and nephew to look at each other.

Pang Guang couldn't help but ask, "Tianjun, why are you laughing like this?"

"It's been more than thirty years, it's been more than thirty years, I've finally found you!" Fei Tianjun was still immersed in great ecstasy, and he didn't hear Pang Guang's question at all.

"Tianjun, Tianjun, you are ......" The second monk Pang Guangzhang was at a loss, and he was at a loss.

"Aha...... Brother Pang Guang: Poor Dao finally got what he wanted today, he finally got what he wanted!" Fei Tianjun said excitedly, "Brother Pang Guang, let's go!hahahaha...... Aha......"

In bursts of indulgent laughter, Fei Tianjun twisted and sealed the gold bead, then hid it in his left sleeve, and drew a yellow light and quickly left.

Pang Guang's uncle and nephew glanced at each other, inexplicably, and the yellow clouds rose up, and disappeared into the blue sky and white clouds.

Only the screams and cries of the Tan Mansion compound were left, heartbreaking, miserable and tragic.

After a long time, under the auspices of the housekeeper Liu Er, everyone arranged for Ao Xianggong and the other three people, while collecting Mrs. Zhou into the coffin, and setting up a mourning hall in the Tan Mansion Hall to mourn.

When Wenji returned to the house, he suddenly saw his mother's coffin, and immediately fainted and fell to the ground, and a whole day had passed since he woke up.

Wenji asks Xiaoyu, who is serving at the bedside, about his mother's death. Xiaoyu recounted in detail with tears that Fei Tianjun violated the Tan Mansion and Mrs. Zhou killed herself.

When he heard that his mother killed herself with a knife to save Tan Fu and Tanjiazhuang, Wen Ji's heart was like a knife, tears were rolling, lying on the side of the bed and crying, the love was so deep that he vomited a few mouthfuls of blood and fainted again, which is really because of the deep love between mother and son.

And for a whole day, although Yan Ling was the daughter-in-law who had not passed through the door, she had been sitting in the mourning hall, crying to death.

She remembered the scene when Mrs. Zhou held herself in her arms/comfort/comfort when her young parents were killed, remembered the scene when Mrs. Zhou taught herself how to eat soup dumplings when she first entered the Tan Mansion when she went down the mountain, remembered the scene when she secretly escaped from the Tan Mansion and then came back and was taught a lesson by Mrs. Zhou, remembered the scene when Mrs. Zhou asked her to change her voice to "mother" a few days ago, and remembered the scene when Mrs. Zhou was still telling herself to cherish her little life (ants) two days ago...... and so on, it is really vivid, as if it was yesterday, but now there is only a cold coffin parked in front of her, and I can no longer see the lady who loves her, loves her, and pities her, how can Yan Ling bear it?

Fortunately, the sensible Xiaohua has always been by Yan Ling's side, and she can give some comfort, but her tears have long since dried up, and her voice has long been crying hoarse, her face is haggard, stupid and stupid, as if she is a wood carving.

Mrs. Zhou stopped the funeral for two days, and then the coffin came out of the funeral, and the number of people who saw them off in the village was countless, and the white horse car traveled for more than a mile, crying loudly, making people cry.

Kind mother, raise me and raise me, day and night.

Love my mother, love me and pity me, no matter how hard it is.

Great mother, protect me, fearless of life and death.

Sorry for my mother, Fu Wei is still feasting, and this life will be forever decided.

In the sound of gongs and drums, in the sound of artillery battles, and in the bursts of mourning, Mrs. Zhou was ceremoniously buried on the ancestral tomb of the Tan family, which is surrounded by mountains on three sides.

Ao Xianggong and the other three recuperated in Tan Mansion for a few days, and their condition improved slightly, and they were also sent back to Chaotian Cave in Xuefeng Mountain on the afternoon of the same day that Mrs. Zhou's funeral, and there were few traces since then. And Xu Dou and his wife were not suitable for marriage due to the mourning, so they had to return to Wuhu first.

At that time, a huge grass house had already been built next to Mrs. Zhou's grave, thinking that the Tan Mansion was the place where the filial piety dwelled, and it was supposed to be guarded by the eldest son of the Tan Mansion, Wen Ji, but he was sick and could not take care of himself, so the second son Wen Ji temporarily guarded the filial piety.

After the funeral, the daily necessities were taken care of and sent to the filial piety by the servants.

Since then, Wen Ji has lived alone in the grass house to keep filial piety, and only the white mouse has accompanied him.

He made a wish and copied the Huayan Sutra day and night, thinking that his mother, Mrs. Zhou, would pull out the disaster and pray for good fortune.