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But judging from her appearance, she was born extremely beautiful, with pink eyebrows and red lips and bright teeth.

I can vaguely find a little bit of the outline of Gu Xianjun on it.

Coupled with Gu Fangtian's confirmation, there is no doubt that this woman must be Gu Xianjun's mother.

But the time when she appeared was too coincidental, and the situation in her body was really weird, which made Su Changan and the others suspicious.

"Ling'er, Ling'er, are you awake?" Gu Fangtian walked up at the first moment, grabbed the woman's shoulder and asked. "Are you alright? What happened?"

Maybe it's because of the chaos of concern, Gu Fangtian threw out the question in one go.

The woman's body shook a little, and her expression was also a little trance-like, she looked at Gu Fangtian very seriously for a while, and then seemed to recognize it.

Her body trembled at that time.

"God... Brother Tian—" She called his name in a trembling voice, and then her body slammed into Gu Fangtian's arms.

Smelling the body fragrance that had haunted him for nearly twenty years, Gu Fangtian was extremely sure that this woman was his wife at that time. The slightest worry in my heart before disappeared at this moment.

He also reached out his hand and hugged it tightly.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay to come back, it's good to come back. Gu Fangtian gently patted the woman's back and said very gently.

Su Changan and Gu Xianjun looked at the scene in front of them silently, they were a little confused.

This woman's expression at the moment doesn't seem to be fake, could it be that the previous suspicions were just their imagination?

Such doubts flooded everyone's minds.

After some warmth, Gu Fangtian seemed to remember his body, he let go of his hand, turned his head and pointed to Gu Xianjun and said to the woman.

"Ling'er, you see, this is Xianjun, our daughter. ”

The woman was also stunned when she heard this, and she also looked at Gu Xianjun.

The eyes of the two met in mid-air, and the light in the woman's eyes suddenly softened, but Gu Xianjun was a little uncomfortable under such a gaze, and subconsciously dodged.

She hadn't seen her mother since she was born.

As I said before, the word mother is an extremely distant and unfamiliar word for Gu Xianjun.

She hadn't seen her for nineteen years.

Nineteen years.

What kind of period of time was it?

Written on paper, but only three words, only ten strokes.

Resorting to the mouth, but the lips are closed one by one, just three syllables.

But nineteen years.

It's long enough to make the baby who was waiting to be fed back then fall into the country.

Long enough to make the man with the top gun grow gorgeous hair on his temples and wrinkles on his eyebrows.

Nineteen years.

For the gods who have endless life, it is just an overnight thing. But it is enough to make mortals, green silk twilight.

Su Changan looked at the woman who was still as beautiful as a girl, and then looked at Gu Fangtian, who was already a little old, and suddenly realized in his heart what the poem he had glimpsed in the Morning Twilight Pavilion meant.

Zhijun's immortal bones have no cold and heat, and they have met for thousands of years.

Man and God fall in love.

People have a big limit, and God has no borders.

After many years, when you say goodbye, Jun Qingsi is still the same, and her appearance is as beautiful as a flower.

But I am dying, and I am dying.

Gu Fangtian was afraid that he wouldn't be able to wait for the day when he met his wife, and he was even more afraid that when he met, he was already like that.

Fortunately, Gu Fangtian's bell is back, although he is old, but he is far from the twilight of his shoulders.

"Have you grown so big?" The woman's face showed a look of surprise, she stood up with Gu Fangtian's support, and stretched out her hand towards Gu Xianjun, with a loving smile on her face.

Gu Xianjun was stunned, she hesitated.

Although she said that she hated her mother, she couldn't help but start to tremble when the woman, who was most likely her mother, stood in front of her, smiling and holding her hand.

She wanted to hug her, just like someone else's child hugs his mother.

But she was afraid that it was all just a dream.

One may be able to endure some despair, but if hope is given and then taken away, then... It should be said that it is the most cruel thing in the world.

Therefore, Gu Xianjun hesitated at that time.

But someone pushed her in the back.

This is not a metaphor.

Because Su Changan pushed her firmly, she fell into the woman's arms unprepared.

The woman didn't seem to realize that Gu Xianjun had fallen into her arms, and she reached out and hugged her.

His expression was extremely gentle.

On the side, Gu Fangtian's face also showed a knowing smile at that time, and he stretched out his hand to hold his wife and daughter in his arms.

Su Changan glanced at the three of them deeply.

And the woman didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and handed Su Changan a grateful look. Su Changan smiled at her, turned around and got out of the carriage, no longer bothering the family of three who had just gathered.

After getting out of the carriage, Su Changan explained two sentences to his father, saying that he was going to walk below.

Su Tai naturally heard the movement in the carriage, but he didn't think about anything else, he was really happy for Gu Fangtian. As for his son, anyway, his cultivation is so profound, he won't get lost if he wants to, so naturally he will go with him.

Su Changan, who got out of the carriage, did not mobilize his spiritual power, and was soon left far behind by the two carriages.

He was not in a hurry, after all, he was only taking care of Su Tai, Gu Ning and other weaker cultivators. With his full strength, it was only a matter of time before he could catch up with them.

When the carriage was far away, Su Changan stopped his steps.

He turned his head to look at the col in the distance.

Youyunling is not used in the Northland, and it is different from the Central Plains.

Or because of the spirits, it is lush all year round, but now it is nearly October, Su Changan raised his eyes, and it was still full of grass and warblers.

A gust of mountain wind hit.

The mountains and forests rustled, and Su Changan's clothes were lightly brushed.

At that time the beetle snake emerged from his garment and stood on his shoulder.

"Senior, you may be able to see the identity of that woman. Su Changan asked without looking back. As if sensing something wrong, he added, "That woman... Very... Well... It's weird. ”

Apparently he didn't know how to describe the woman's situation, so he hesitated a little in terms of words.

"Do you think that man's life is longer than that of God?" the beetle did not answer him, but asked another question.

Su Changan felt that this question was a little abrupt, but he still replied: "Naturally, it is not smooth, it has been a hundred years, and it is just a dream with God." ”

The beetle spat out the letter. His voice suddenly deepened.

"Yes, it's just a dream for a hundred years, and we are all in a dream. ”

"And since it's a dream, is it really that important?"