"Our husband and wife were negligent and allowed their children to be taken away by the enemy."

Yang Jiao's tone paused slightly, and said:

"Dare to ask Your Excellency, is it the Heavenly Master of the Ling Xiao Sect?"

The middle-aged man in Taoist costume introduced himself:

"Yes, old man Tang Jiang is the demon slayer from the Lingxiao faction."

Yang Jiao bowed his hand:

"I have long heard that the Lingxiao Sect focuses on cultivation and rarely enters the red dust, so its whereabouts are secretive, and it can be said that the dragon sees the tail and does not see the head."

Tang Jiang waved his hand:

"It's just a false name, the so-called people are good and bad, and demons are naturally divided into good and evil, my Lingxiao faction doesn't follow the red dust, but I don't want to be contaminated with the right and wrong in the red dust."

Of course, Yang Jiao knew that the person in front of him was the master who was plotted by Huan Qin in the original plot and turned into a mortal queen.

It's a pity that he has a senior brother who is practicing evil arts, so much so that he was brutally killed by his own junior brother.

So, Yang Jiao's eyebrows wrinkled slightly:

"I have cultivated the Heavenly Machine, and I found that Your Excellency has a death calamity, and I hope that I need to watch out for the people around me in the future."

As he spoke, the light flashed on his fingertips, and Tang Jiang had an extra jade slip in his hand.

"Meeting is fate, wearing jade slips in the future may be able to avoid disasters."

When the words fell, Yang Jiao's sleeve robe waved, and he disappeared in place with Dye Qing and Ying Yuan.

Tang Jiang looked at this scene, where did he not know that he had met a master.

Three years later.

In the midst of a city full of people.

A man and a woman lead a young child carved in pink and walk above the bustling market.

Suddenly, the little boy exclaimed excitedly:

"Mother, mother, the child wants that clay figure."

"Okay, let's buy one."

The family of three is Yang Jiao, Dye Qing and Ying Yuan.

As soon as they walked to the clay figure stall, Ying Yuan seemed to have found something, and said in surprise:

"Daddy, mother, you see, the old man can make a clay figure that looks like a person according to his body shape."

"Let's let the old man pinch out a me, and then pinch out the father and mother, okay?"

"And, let the old man pinch the three clay figurines together, so that it means that my father and mother will always be together and will never be separated."

Dye Qing pampered and said:

"Okay, it's all up to you."

After a while, Ying Yuan held a bamboo stick in his hand, and the top end of the bamboo stick was inserted in three vivid little clay figures that were pinched out according to the appearance of Yang Jiao and others.

When Yang Jiao went down to earth with dyed green, he restored his true appearance in this world, but he hid his hair color and red lines between his eyebrows.

Half an hour later, the three of them returned with a full load, but it was just Yang Jiao carrying a large bag and a small bag.

The place where they live is a two-entry courtyard that looks particularly warm.

As soon as Dye Qing walked into the front yard, he said with a smile:

"Alright, now let your daddy cook for us."

After Ying Yuan heard this, he made a grimace:

"My mother is ashamed, and Aunt Wen next door said that cooking and cooking have always been done by the mother of the family, and my father is responsible for supporting the family outside."

"My mother is so old, I can't cook yet, every day I come to stretch out my hands and open my mouth when I eat, no wonder Aunt Wen said that your ten fingers don't touch the spring water, and you are spoiled by your father."

Dye Qing squatted down and nodded Ying Yuan's little nose:

"Okay, you little conscienceless, who shush you on weekdays and take care of you."

"And let me tell you, I have a life-saving grace for your father, if my mother didn't see your father pitiful, and couldn't bear him to wander away and have no fixed place to live, how could she take him home."

"Since then, in order to repay your mother's life-saving grace, your father has been willing to serve tea and water to your mother every day, and cook and cook vegetables."

When Ying Yuan heard this, he hid behind Yang Jiao's thigh and shouted:

"Mother, this shouldn't be what Daddy told me before, because you fell in love at first sight, you took Daddy home along the way."

After dyeing the blue, the cheeks are slightly red:

"Xuanye, what have you taught Yuan'er?"

Yang Jiao smiled:

"Isn't it? Back then, I was weak and couldn't take care of myself, I could only do whatever you said, and in the end, I had no power to resist and let you do whatever you wanted. ”

Dye Qing stomped his feet angrily:

"You're going to die, and you're going to say this."

Ying Yuan hugged Yang Jiao's calf, and then sat on his instep:

"Daddy, let's run away, my mother is angry."

Yang Jiao said as he took a big stride:

"Yuan'er, now that you know how powerful your mother is, you must work hard to cultivate in the future."

"Otherwise, when you grow up, if you meet a woman who is more powerful than you, shouting at you and shouting at you, but in fact, she is merciful everywhere, and she covets your man behind your back, you can only shout helplessly and be caught."

"Children do what their father teaches."

Ying Yuan was suddenly shocked and said:

"It's not good, my mother is going to catch up, and my father should run faster."

When Ran Qing heard the conversation between the father and son, the more she listened, the more angry she became, and she quickly chased after him:

"Xuanye, don't you usually instill these things in Yuan'er."

"Weak and can't take care of yourself, right, do whatever you want."

"Today, I will let you, father and son, understand what maternal love is and what it means to do whatever you want."

Ying Yuan shouted in shock and fear:

"Ahh Daddy, hurry up, my mother is really going to catch up. ”

Evening.

After dying Qing put Ying Yuan to sleep, he walked out of the wing room, and saw Yang Jiao sitting in the backyard, watching the starry night.

She walked over slowly, sat down beside Yang Jiao, and said softly:

"Xuanye, this time I can make up for some of the debts of the corresponding yuan, thank you very much."

Yang Jiao chuckled:

"Between you and me, we have been husband and wife for thousands of years, how can we talk about a word of thanks, for thousands of years, although you have tried to stop or even kill me after discovering the truth in every life."

"But all of this is due to your insistence on your own morality, and I have never blamed you, just as you have never hated me."

A trace of inexplicable color appeared in the bottom of the blue eyes, and said:

"Since you already have a realm that can transcend the world, why do you have to cling to dominating the heavens and the earth?"

"In the future, you and I will eradicate Huan Qin, and then take out a trace of my brother's primordial spirit from Ying Yuan's body and resurrect him."

"Isn't it a great joy for us to live in seclusion in the mortal realm?"

Yang Jiao said calmly:

"This is the biggest difference between us, where you focus on the gods, immortals, demons and other big clans, you want to maintain peace and happiness between the big clans."

"And the place where I focus is on the sentient beings of heaven and earth, the lowliest creatures among the many big and small clans, and those who have a chance to live only by waging their tails and begging for mercy and kowtowing to serve those who are high up every day."

"In my eyes, the peaceful and prosperous world created by enslaving thousands of low-level creatures is not only dirty, but even more shameful."

"Do you know what is the greatest wealth of those so-called rich people in this mortal world?"

He looked at his dyed blue eyes and said quietly:

"Not mansions, not land, not gold and silver, but innumerable poor people."

"Because they are poor, they desperately build houses and farm land for the rich, and because they are poor, they can endure reproaches, beatings, and scolding, and work hard for the rich, just like cattle and horses do things for the rich."

"Because they are poor, they are slaves and slaves, and they only ask the rich to give them a bite to eat and continue to live."

"You asked me, the Shura clan is almost wiped out, why am I obsessed and unwilling to give up the ambition in my heart."

"That's because when I broke the bottleneck and took the last half step, I realized the heart of heaven and the earth."

"I heard the indignant roar of the infinitely lower beings, a generous lament that does not explode in silence, but perish in silence."

(End of chapter)