Xianzun is collapsing every day

"See me..." Tan Niang frowned, repeating the woman's words.Mu Chuihan's arrival had already disturbed her mind, the first time she heard this, the uneasiness lingering in her heart became even stronger.

Tan Niang turned to look at her young son, who was still sitting on the bed and smiling carefreely, which made her smile involuntarily.

An An felt her mother's gaze and looked up: "Mother, Aunt Lan, what are you talking about?"

"It's okay, mother will come as soon as she goes." Tan Niang said softly, "An'an is right here, how about playing with brother and aunt Lan?"

"Yeah." An An showed a bright smile, got out of bed and took Mu Chuihan's hand: "Mother, go quickly."

He seemed to like Mu Chuihan very much, and his closeness was beyond words.This is very new to Mu Chuihan. Although the Tingyun Jun he knows is a soft-hearted and kind person on the inside, on the surface he is always cold and indifferent to everyone.

But he wasn't excited about it.An An's little hands are soft, and she loves to smile very much. Those clear eyes show kindness to everyone.What made him become the future Mr. Tingyun?

Is it just the long years of cultivating immortals?

Mu Chuihan rubbed An An's head, Ye Tingjiang's soul was carried in his small body, and his memory was also fixed at this age.But Mu Chuanhan doesn't believe that Mirage will kindly reproduce Ye Tingjiang's carefree childhood, so what will happen next...

He hastily called out to Tan Niang: "No, don't go."

But Tan Niang seemed to have expected it, she just laughed lowly, and said solemnly: "You must take good care of An'an."

The mother's heavy expression finally made Xiaotuanzi feel that something was wrong, he ran to Tan Niang's feet with his short legs and opened his arms: "Mother, can you take me with you?"

Just as Mu Chuihan was about to pull him back, there were already chaotic footsteps on the stairs, followed by a commotion.

The man's voice was very rude: "Push three and four, where is the person?"

The old bustard accompanied her with a smile: "Masters, Tan Niang is indeed unwell, and she is not suitable for seeing guests..."

"Bah, long-winded." Nanxiu scolded: "Our Patriarch wants to see someone, is it you, an old woman, who can stop him?"

Tan Niang turned pale when she heard the sound, and suddenly pushed An An away from her.Lan Niang at the side panicked, Tan Niang actually said to Mu Chuihan, "Protect him, don't let him come out!"

After the words fell, she slammed the door.

An An was startled by her usually gentle mother, and she cried out loudly: "Mother, I want mother."

Perhaps he felt something in his heart and wanted to push open the door and rush out to find his mother.

Mu Chuihan hurriedly hugged the child tightly from behind.He had a premonition that something irreversible would happen outside, and hurriedly called An An behind him: "Jing Yunjun, Ye Tingjiang! Xianjun!"

Each one is a title from reality, Mu Chuihan is not sure about the specific method of awakening people, he can only try the simplest one first, trying to bring Ye Tingjiang out of the illusion before everything happens.

It's a pity that An'an didn't respond to every word, and was still crying and calling for mother.

The male cultivators outside were already approaching, and Tan Niang asked coldly, "Did he ask you to come here?"

When An An heard her mother's voice, she cried even harder.Mu Chuihan became ruthless, and directly covered his mouth with his hand.

The male cultivators laughed: "That's right, the Patriarch asked us to pick up the young master back home."

He said "Little Young Master" on his lips, but actually Mu Chuihan didn't hear any trace of respect from their words.

"Why!" Tan Niang scolded: "He is my son, you don't want to take him away."

"Your son?" Nanxiu snorted, "This is the young master of the Ye family. You lowly woman, don't toast and refuse to eat fine wine! If you are sensible, maybe the patriarch will reward you as a concubine." .”

Tan Niang said coldly: "At the beginning, he said he didn't want this son, and now I haven't bothered him. Why did you go back on what you said?"

The male cultivator was in no mood to talk to her anymore: "Get out of the way, is your son inside!"

Lan Niang shivered beside her.Mu Chuihan was anxious, he didn't know if he should take An An and run away.There are thousands of ways to solve the illusion, maybe there is a way out by avoiding this matter, or maybe once you leave, you will usher in a dead end.

Tan Niang seemed to be blocking the door.But as mortals, she and the madam are powerless against the monk.

The monk seemed to have kicked Tan Niang, and the silhouette of the woman in front of the door bent over.Tan Niang just hummed lightly, but still stood firmly in front of the door.

The madam said anxiously: "Master, how can you do it? Although we are weak girls, it's not that we don't know other monks. It's not good to spread the news of your bullying the weak, right?"

She really had no choice but to temporarily use other guests as a shield.But this is just a weak threat. They can't find any helpers right now, so they can only hope that this group of monks will save face.

"Useless spiritual power is kindness. In the world of cultivating immortals, the Ye family is the rule!" The male cultivator said proudly, "Get out of the way!"

It seemed that he was going to attack Tan Niang again, Mu Chuihan felt that An'an in his arms began to struggle crazily, he was about to be unable to hold the child, so he could only drag him desperately.

But the strength of the child's struggle was getting stronger and stronger, which was completely beyond the strength that a boy could exert.This can only be the power that Ye Tingjiang erupted as the master of the illusion.

Mu Chuihan gritted his teeth, ignoring other things, the spiritual power of his fingertips turned into a rope, instantly restraining An'an in place.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the next moment, the spiritual light on An An's side exploded, and the spiritual rope instantly disappeared into nothingness.Mu Chuihan was also shaken away by the spiritual light, and An An cried out, "Mother—"

Hearing the sound, the male cultivator happily said, "It's inside!"

Tan Niang sternly said, "An'an, go back!"

But it was too late, An An burst out of the room crying and threw herself into Tan Niang's arms.

Mu Chuanhan followed closely.Now it seems that the illusion has perfectly reproduced the memory of the practitioner. This scene is a real scene, and the will of the illusion cannot be shaken or changed.

Tan Niang hugged her son tightly, and Nanxiu immediately went to snatch the boy, An An was pulled vigorously, crying heartbreakingly: "Mother, mother..."

"Don't touch my son!" Tan Niang's hair was scattered in the tug, and her usually dignified face was a little scary at this moment: "Don't move."

The male cultivator snatched the child and turned to leave. Tan Niang chased after her, her voice shrill: "Give me back my son—"

Mu Chuihan quietly watched this scene, he really wanted to do something, but he already knew that nothing could be changed.

Knowing that it is an abyss, but can only watch the young Ye Tingjiang gallop towards the cliff, reliving all the pain of the year.

Tan Niang rushed towards her desperately, and Lan Niang and the madam also came up to pull her when they realized it.

The madam advised, "Tan Niang, since he is An Ge'er's biological father, she won't treat him harshly."

"No! He can't!" Tan Niang rushed forward to fight, and finally angered Nanxiu.

He handed An'an into the hands of another person, and his whole body exuded killing intent.

Mu Chuihan had a bad heart, the moment the male cultivator raised his spirit sword, knowing that he couldn't change it, he still couldn't help but move.

Jian Guang went straight to Tan Niang, and Mu Chuihan rushed to Tan Niang's side, his spiritual power turned into a barrier, blocking the woman.

The cultivation base of the male cultivator is not high, but it is only in the middle stage of Yinling Realm.The spiritual power injected by Mu Chuihan in a hurry was beyond the scope of the Shattering Void Realm. The barrier should have been able to withstand it for a while, but under the rules of the Illusion Realm, it shattered in an instant.

Even in the illusion, Fuyan's body still couldn't bear the excessive spiritual power. The moment Mu Chuihan formed the barrier, he was backlashed the next moment, and fell weakly by the wall, the skin on his hands burst open and dripping with blood.

And the sword light broke through the barrier, plunged straight into Tan Niang's chest, and sealed her screams in her mouth.

She bent her knees and knelt down on the ground, her lips were still slightly parted to speak, her widened eyes were bloodshot red, but she was no longer breathing.

His face was terrifying like a ghost, and there was no trace of tenderness.

An An suddenly broke free from the male cultivator's arms. At this moment, he lost his voice, but tears were already streaming down his face.

He was not afraid of his mother's horrific death, so he rushed forward and hugged Tan Niang's arm tightly.

For a moment, he sobbed: "Mother, why are you not moving? Look at An'an, don't you want me?"

The mother's warm embrace gradually became cold at this time, but An An was unwilling to let go from the beginning to the end.

The madam and Lan Niang were too frightened to speak, and Nanxiu was about to come up and tear him apart.

Mu Chuihan tried his best to get up from the ground, he stretched out his sleeve tremblingly and covered An An's face again, this time covering his eyes.

"Don't look." He couldn't bear to say.

An An didn't struggle anymore, but suddenly asked, "Brother, what's wrong with Mother? Why doesn't she speak?"

Mu Chuihan grieved in his heart, but he could only try his best to comfort him: "Mother is playing games with An'an, you are a wooden person, don't speak or move."

"Oh," An An accepted quickly, and asked again: "Is that mother making faces to scare me?"

Mu Chuihan was about to answer, but the male cultivator who had just moved his sword said first: "Young master, this woman is already dead, I will take you to find your father."

"Dead..." An An seemed unable to understand such words at such a young age.

"Master, let's go." Nanxiu walked to An An's side.

Tan Niang's death cannot be changed.And since Ye Tingjiang bore the surname Ye, it was enough to prove that his being recognized by the Ye family had happened in the real world, and he was destined to be taken away by the monks of the Ye family at this time.

Mu Chuihan didn't stop him anymore, but before the male cultivator came into contact with An An, he stopped him: "Don't touch him, I will take this child with you."

The male cultivator glanced at him: "Who are you?"

Mu Chuanhan said: "I was entrusted by his mother to take care of him. Since you respect him as your young master, it doesn't matter if there is one more person who takes care of him."

The illusion doesn't have too many restrictions on him as an outsider. The male cultivator glanced at him and agreed: "If his mother can be as sensible as you, she won't lose her life."

An An knelt beside her mother, as if she was tired from crying.Mu Chuihan went to hug him again, but he let go of Tan Niang's hand, and fainted weakly.

The group of male cultivators walked in front, they were not at all moved by Tan Niang's death, they chatted and laughed all the way: "This bitch is hard to deal with, at least I snatched this kid."

The male cultivator who killed Tan Niang spat: "A mortal, let me move the sword, this time the Patriarch will have to credit me for it."

Mu Chuihan hugged An An silently, his hands were covered with blood, but he covered his ears vainly, for fear that the sounds would wake the child up.

The monk took them to the flying spirit weapon, and they arrived at Ye's house in a blink of an eye.

As a family of cultivators, the Ye family's mansion was completely lifeless.The spirit servants came and went in a hurry, only showing surprise the moment they saw the boy: "Really found it?"

The group of male cultivators nodded and went to the main hall in a ostentatious manner.Still outside the door, a female voice scolded: "Trash!"

There were five or six monks without swords kneeling on the floor of the main hall, and the person who spoke just now was obviously the lady on the main seat.

Her complexion was gloomy, yet somewhat haggard.The middle-aged man beside him also had a sullen face, but he didn't speak.

A male cultivator came in and reported: "Patriarch, madam, the young master has been brought here."

Hearing this, the Patriarch finally calmed down a bit, and said to the monks below: "You guys go down first."

The group of monks fled out of the main hall as if flying, but their eyes still lingered on An An's body, as if they saw a life-saving treasure.

An'an trekked all the way, and seemed to be waking up. Mu Chuihan stepped into the hall despite his uneasiness.

However, as soon as he entered the door, he felt the noble lady's gaze fixed on An An, seemingly ecstatic, but also extremely resentful, as if she wanted to swallow him into her stomach.

Mu Chuihan subconsciously moved a little further away from Mrs. Ye.And An'an finally made a movement again, and when she woke up, she saw the face of a strange man in front of her.

Patriarch Ye smiled at the child, but Mu Chuihan felt chills all over his body.In any case, that smile did not look like an expression of father's kindness.

He said hoarsely: "Son, I am your father."

Although An An is young, he is intelligent, and he has never felt any kindness from him at this moment.Xiaotuanzi was startled, turned his head and retreated into Mu Chuihan's embrace, and burst into tears again.

The author has something to say: Teacher Ye is too bitter, woo woo woo

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