Granny Mu's real name is Yu Lan, and at that time, she was the only remaining saint with pure blood in the snake clan.

Because she violated the laws of the Three Realms at that time and fell in love with a mortal man, her husband was hunted down and killed by the clan.

At that time, she was pregnant, so she took her husband to hide in this southern barbarian land.

But the human life span is only a hundred years, and her husband is finally unable to withstand the number of mortal lives, leaving her and her young daughter to live alone in this southern barbarian land.

She also thought about taking her daughter back, but... She was unwilling...

The demon clan already had an extremely long lifespan, especially the ancient demon beast bloodline in her body, and her child was only the size of a four-year-old child in the mortal world at that time.

The catastrophe that she encountered was originally the heavenly thunder she had attracted from her self-consuming cultivation, and it was also her only chance to fly into a dragon.

She originally wanted to fight with her life once, and if she succeeded, she would be able to tear through time and space and bring her husband back to her side...

But the world is always impermanent, and the fate has been determined.

Qingyan inadvertently suffered a thunderstorm for her and was seriously injured, and the Buddha no longer cared about her, so she was punished.

She fell into the mountains in the form of a kite.

Granny Murmur lost her cultivation and lost her eyes, but she seemed to be relieved... She cried bitterly, she cried that this heavenly way was unfair, and she also cried that she was useless, and she couldn't even protect her beloved...

...

When Qingyan woke up, he found that the surroundings were extremely unfamiliar, and the pain all over his body was like being struck by lightning, and he couldn't even use spells, and he was extremely weak.

She was just slashed by thunder...

The banshee didn't kill her, but saved her and brought her back to where she lived?

"You're awake."

Qingyan stared at this woman whose eyes had lost their looks, it was all caused by her...

"You saved me? That one... I... I didn't mean to... I'm sorry.." Qingyan was only a little hundred thousand years old at that time, and he apologized a little weakly.

Yu muttered and shook her head.

"How can I go against the heavens in what I have predestined, for I have done my own iniquity..."

"Mother~"

A little girl doll with a round face picked a large bouquet of flowers and ran in, smiling at the green smoke that woke up.

"Sister, give it to you~ My mother said that she was the happiest thing to see flowers, and I thought you should be the same, so I went to pick a lot of flowers, your mood is better, and your body can get better soon! ～”

Qingyan squinted and smiled and beckoned her over, "Thank you, what's your name?" ”

"My name is Wuqiu! Dance the dance! Autumn is strong! ”

"It's so nice~"

......

Qingyan's injuries healed quickly, and she lived with them for tens of thousands of years, and she described the interesting stories of the Three Realms with Wuqiu, taught her how to practice, and explained the Three Thousand Great Roads to her.

She had heard of Yu Mu's love, and sighed and yearned...

She decided to make an exception to bring Yu Yu's husband's soul back to life and get out of reincarnation.

Ke Yu murmured: "The cycle of life and death is determined by heaven. If I forcibly keep him with me, I will be unfair to him... That's it. ”

“... What about your eyes? Qingyan insisted on healing her eyes, but she still didn't want to.

"He's gone, and I don't have anything to admire, so that's fine. If you don't see it, you won't read it. ”

Some people, who remember it for the hard work, keep it in their hearts enough.

...

Later, they also took in many poor people who loved each other but were not recognized by heaven, and built a Yu village in Nanban.

Qingyan personally set up an enchantment for the Yu Clan, and this place will not be easily discovered by the world, and it can also avoid the Heavenly Dao.

The Yu people worship her as a goddess, and paint her ontology as a totem, which is believed in for generations, and has not changed for millions of years...

...

Mao Mao frolicked with the little girl in the yard, trying her best to deceive the bag, but the little girl was not fooled, and the baby was very good.

Yuan Er scurryed around among the people who were cooking food, and it was very cute to smell and taste.

Granny Mu looked at the direction of Qingyan with empty eyes, and her voice was full of longing, and asked her: "She... Have fun? ”

"She's grown up and sensible..."

Qingyan thought about the little girl who was personally sent back to the snake clan back then, "She was very well protected, her mind was simple and kind, and she succeeded to the inheritance smoothly." Thousands of years ago, the elders of your clan fell and disappeared, and I sent her to live in Lingqiu. ”

"That's fine... So I'm relieved. ”

"I don't understand why you insisted on sending her away..."

Granny Murmur shook her head slightly, "She is with me, and she can't inherit the bloodline of the Snake Clan... Only by going back to be baptized can the inheritance in the bloodline be awakened. ”

"Then why didn't you want her to come back? Do you know how much she misses you? ”

Granny Murmur shook her hands and clenched the chair tightly.

"I... I don't want her to see me disappear into the world... I only wish her peace and joy in her life. ”

Parents, most of them are like that.

I'd rather endure loneliness myself than let my children experience the pain of parting.

But they never thought that companionship is the most important thing, and if they impose their ideas on others, it will only make people resentful and incomprehensible...

Qingyan came to Nanban this time precisely because Yu Lan's lifespan has come to an end...

Millions of years, how can she be willing to see her finally go alone...

"Sister! Granny Murmur! Let's eat~" Yuan'er trotted into the house, helped Granny Mu and Qingyan out of the house together.

The center of the village is full of wine and meat, children are frolicking and chasing, and adults are happily setting up tables.

Everyone sat down and began to eat meat and drink, and many people had the courage to say hello to Qingyan, and they were very happy to get a response.

The little girl also fought with Mao Mao, tightly clutched the brocade bag around her waist, and hid behind Granny Lan.

Looking at the female doll's slightly blue pupils.

"I haven't seen this girl before, who is it?"

Qingyan asked Granny Lan, and the little girl hid behind Granny Lan and secretly looked at her.

She thought it was funny, and deliberately made a few ugly grimaces to tease her, and the way the girl doll wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh made her feel even more cute.

"Her name is Arlo, and she was found by the clan more than a hundred years ago when she went to the mountains to hunt for food. She was injured and didn't remember anything, except that her name was Arlo. ”

Granny turned around and patted Arlo, signaling her not to be afraid.

"I saw that she was pitiful, so I stayed by my side and raised her, and this child was very well-behaved."

"Your name is Arlo?" Qingyan asked her with a smile.

Arlo nodded, his cheeks flushing.

Why are you still shy? Qingyan thinks that her eyebrows and eyes are very good-looking, how similar to herself?

Granny Mu spoke: "Goddess... If I can take Ah Luo with me, even if my wife dissolves the world, she will have no regrets..."

"Don't talk nonsense! ... Aren't you afraid that Qiu'er will be sad when she hears it? ”

Qingyan pretended to be angry.

At the entrance of the village, the two figures stood a little dazed, weren't they enjoying the flowers in the valley and talking?

Wuqiu looked around, a familiar scene was reflected in her mind, her cheeks were cold, she reached out and touched it, tears fell at some point...

Su Zisheng hugged her tightly, looking at the foggy village vigilantly, Wu Qiu looked at him with red eyes, and said softly: "I... I'm like... Coming home? ...”

Su Zisheng wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and they walked into the village holding hands tightly.

Passing through the entrance of the village, it is a different scene.

In the distance, you can see a group of people eating together, and the aroma of wine and meat wafts far away.

Wuqiu saw at a glance the gray-haired, old and weak figure in the crowd.

She felt her breath become urgent, and she walked slowly past with heavy steps...

"Mother..."

A very small cry, she was afraid that she was dreaming again... She'd dreamed of this scene countless times, but... The mother in the dream is still the same as before...

Granny Mu's whole body trembled like a lightning strike, "No... No, it won't... How could my Qiu'er..."

Qingyan brought Wuqiu here from the Lingqiu plane without her consent, but who knew that Su Zisheng was actually with her, and he was in a good mood.

She only does what she thinks is right.

"Mother..."Wuqiu called again, her voice trembling with tears.

Granny Mu suddenly looked in the direction where the voice came from and stood up, and the little girl hurriedly supported her.

“... Qiu'er?! Is it really you? ... My Qiu'er..."Granny Mu couldn't hold back any longer, and was about to move forward.

Wuqiu let go of Su Zisheng's hand and ran over, hugged Granny Mu, hugged her tightly, and didn't want to let go.

"It's me... It's me who is back..."

Wuqiu cried heartbreakingly, like a child who was afraid of losing her loved ones. "Mother... I miss you so much, I miss you so much..."

Granny Murmur trembled and hugged Wuqiu and patted her on the back gently.

"It's my mother, I'm sorry for you... Leaving you alone to suffer... Don't cry, don't cry..."

Wuqiu buried her head in Granny Mu's shoulder and rubbed it, slowly looking up at the man who was already gray-haired and wrinkled.

"My mother is still as beautiful as ever." Wuqiu shed tears and said with a smile: "If Daddy sees it, he will definitely be fascinated by his mother..."

There was a deep sense of longing in his tone.