My ancestor who served with my ability

"Brother! Look what I caught."

Far away, Mu Ange, who was only twelve or thirteen years old, happily ran over with something in his arms.

Mu Anrong's attention shifted away from the scroll in his hand, and he looked at Mu Ange, who was bouncing around, with a soft smile on his lips: "Oh? What did you catch?"

Panting, Mu Ange rushed into the gazebo, and passed the fluffy thing in his arms forward: "Look, what kind of monster is this? It's so cute. Can we keep it?"

Mu Anrong looked down, his smile froze for a moment, and then he held his forehead: "Brother, this is a raccoon dog, if you keep it, all the spiritual plants in our garden will be lost."

"Ah..." Mu Ange's baby-fat little face suddenly collapsed, "Can't we enclose it in a formation?"

Seeing the little brother he brought up with one hand showing a disappointed expression, Mu Anrong softened his heart: "You can raise it if you want." Then he pretended to be serious and straightened his face, "But the daily feeding and cleaning can only be done by yourself. , I won’t help you.”

"Really?" Mu Ange was pleasantly surprised, nodded quickly, and then patted his small chest to assure, "No problem, I can handle it myself! I will never trouble my brother." Afraid that he would go back on his word, he looked at Mu Anrong with sparkling eyes. , "Then shall we go now?"

Mu Anrong couldn't help laughing, but he put down the scroll and stood up, thought for a while, and led him to the backyard.

This is Qiancaojian on the border of the western continent. Mu Anrong and his younger brother have settled here for more than ten years.

Mu Anrong is nearly 13 years old this year, while Mu Ange is only [-] years old.Although the age gap is quite large, this is not an uncommon thing in the world of cultivators, and it depends on the parents.

The parents of the two brothers gave birth to Mu Ange only two years ago, but they both passed away during a trip in a small area.Mu Anrong endured his grief, and chose this peaceful mountain forest to live in semi-reclusion with his younger brother who was waiting to be fed.

In the blink of an eye, it is ten years.

Looking at Xiao Ange who was alive and kicking around, Mu Anrong's eyes were full of warmth.

I chose a sloping field behind the house, used magic techniques to remove the overgrown weeds, cleared out an open space, and put in a formation, and the two of them raised the plant-eating raccoon here.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Anrong took Mu Ange for a walk around the woods near his residence, and told him which grass roots, vines and leaves Chezhizhili liked to eat.

From then on, after Mu Ange finished practicing every day, he had to jump around to find food for his little pet raccoon.

Mu Anrong also let him run around.There are no large monsters nearby, and he has set up formations for miles around, and Xiao Ange also has a lot of protective magic tools, talismans and seals, so there is no need to worry about safety.

One day, he was watering Lingzhi in his own garden, when Mu Ange suddenly flew back with a panicked expression.

"Brother! Brother—" He threw himself behind Mu Anrong, grabbed his sleeve tightly, and pointed behind him with one hand, "Over there, there's a dead man over there!"

Mu Anrong paused, then turned back with a serious expression: "Did you cast the formation?"

Mu Ange shook his head again and again: "No." Then he said a little guilty, "I saw it on the edge of the formation, and the dead man was lying on the outside of the formation!"

Mu Anrong looked solemn, and thought for a while: "Go, take me to have a look."

Mu Ange naturally followed everything.

The two flew all the way to the outer edge of the formation.

Arriving at the boundary point that Mu Ange pointed at, Mu Anrong saw a man lying on his side in a mess outside.The blood-soaked clothes could no longer see their original color, and countless sword marks were scattered all over them.Even lying on the ground, his right hand is still half-horizontally in front of his body vigilantly, as if... like the stubbornness before death.

Mu Anrong's heart moved, and his spiritual sense swept around to make sure that no one else was around, then he swung his sleeves and directly dragged the man into the formation.

Stretching out his hand to explore slightly, although this person's breath is weak, he is really alive.

Mu Anrong turned his hand and took out a porcelain bottle, poured a life-hanging elixir and tried to stuff it into his mouth—this man was so injured that he still clenched his teeth.

Mu Anrong was helpless, patted his forehead, and said in a low voice, "Open your mouth if you want to die."

As if feeling something, the man finally relaxed his jaw.

Mu Anrong hurriedly seized the opportunity to pinch the sides of his mouth, squeezed out a gap, and stuffed the elixir into it.

After it was over, he was a little worried, so he tapped the meridians and acupoints on this person's body to restrain his cultivation, and then he was relieved.

I don't know if there is poison or Gu on this person, but Mu Anrong used his spiritual power the whole time.

After that, he ordered Mu Ange to take him home, and then flew out of the formation, cleaning up all the traces of the man's journey, and hiding his whereabouts—I don't know where this man came from, he didn't want to save people One life brings disaster instead.

***

Sha Hanyao woke up from a coma.

A faint, seemingly absent fragrance lingers in the nose.

Under the body is a moderately hard mattress, and the body is covered with a soft and soft quilt.

The light in the room was a bit dim, but considering his cultivation level, he could still see clearly.

Simple bed furniture, simple window edges and corners, but the various fabric ornaments can show the owner's intentions, and there is comfort and... warmth everywhere.

It seems that there has been nothing like this for thousands of years... I have been lying down and resting quietly.Sha Hanyao, who just woke up, was a little lost.

There was a sound of almost inaudible footsteps, and there was a pause at the door——

"Finally woke up?" The visitor walked into the room, went straight to the window, pulled aside the thick cloth curtain that blocked the light, and pushed the window open.

The golden morning light flooded in instantly, sprinkling the room with brilliance.

Sha Hanyao squinted slightly after being stabbed, and looked along the light.

He has black hair like clouds, looks like jade, and stands tall in the morning light.

A touch of spring breeze turns into winter snow, and the smile on the lips brings the morning glow.

"My name is Mu Anrong, and I am your savior."

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Meet Xu Pingsheng for the first time.