Ye Xiaochuan knew that he resembled Mu Xiaoshan, but he never felt that he was Mu Xiaoshan.
It was only at this moment, looking at the way Miao Shui looked at him, that he realized that perhaps in the eyes of those people who survived the Mushen era, he was the son of the Mold God and was definitely not a reincarnation.
Miao Shui's body is already very weak. Normal humans cannot live for 160,000 years, not even those who control it.
The reason why she is still alive is because of the gap in space.
At this moment, Miao Shui has gray hair. Although she doesn't have many wrinkles, she still looks like an old woman.
She no longer has the high-spirited spirit she once had when she was in charge of the Shura Dao, nor does she have the heroic and upright posture that she had when she embarked on the road to conquer the sky.
If it weren't for the bloody gossip, who would have believed that the old woman in front of her, full of vicissitudes of life, was the Lord of Shura?
She held Ye Xiaochuan's hand, her cloudy eyes filled with tears.
"Xiaoshan...you and Xiaoshan look so alike."
Ye Xiaochuan said: "Senior Miao, I am not Mu Xiaoshan."
Miao Shui interrupted him and said, "Don't call me Senior Miao, call me Aunt Miao."
Ye Xiaochuan's body stiffened slightly, and there was uncontrollable pain in his eyes.
Aunt Miao...
What a familiar title.
That's his mother...
Miao Shoumu stepped forward to ease the atmosphere and said, "Shui'er, this is not the place to talk. Let's go in and talk."
The cave they live in is not very high from the surface of Wangqing Sea.
Since there are never strong winds and huge waves in Wangqing Sea, there is no need to worry about the rising tide of sea water entering the cave.
Like the other Optimus Pillars in the Sea of Forgetfulness, Shadao is a vertical pillar connected to a dome.
Its diameter is not comparable to that of Creation Island, only over a hundred miles, and it is relatively small among the giant pillars in the Sea of Forgetfulness.
The cave was dug by Miao Shoumu, and it didn't take long, just over half a year.
If they had lived in this cave on weekdays, the Lord of Heaven would have discovered their existence long ago, and the secret of the Wood God's treasure would not have been kept until now.
Miao Shoumu treated everyone equally and did not exclude those young disciples of Zhengmo who were not very high in cultivation and invited them all into the cave.
The cave is not large, and there are no decent daily necessities in it.
Even some excavated gravel was scattered randomly in the corners and was not cleaned out.
Xuan Hu and Tian Yu Pili prepared some tea for everyone.
Seeing "Yao Xiaosi" serving tea and pouring water, Hua Wuyou and others looked surprised.
Miao Shoumu saw through their thoughts and explained: "This is my and Shui'er's daughter Xuanhu. She is not Xiaosi's mother. She just looks more like Xiaosi's mother."
When everyone heard this, they suddenly realized.
This kind of inheritance of appearance is very common among sky foxes.
For example, the two sisters Yao Xiaoli and Yao Xiaohu are very similar.
For example, the same is true for Yao Xiaofu and Yao Xiaochi.
After figuring out Xuan Hu's identity, the low-key Gui Yatou and Xiao Qi finally became lively.
The ghost girl said: "You have lived here for 160,000 years? This place is obviously newly dug."
She asked everyone's doubts.
Miao Shoumu shook his head and said: "Over the years, in order for Shui'er to survive, we have spent most of our time living in the cracks in time and space, and the time there has been diluted.
It is said to be 160,000 years, but in fact, for us, it is only six to seven hundred years."
Everyone was stunned.
The time in the space-time rift is like a mustard space that is not connected to the timeline of the human world. The people present are all masters with good cultivation, so it is not difficult to understand this.
Come to think of it, that's 160,000 years.
If someone were to stay in a dark place for so many years, they would definitely go crazy.
Besides, no one can live this long.
Humans can't do it, and neither can the long-lived Sky Fox clan.
Six to seven hundred years, this can explain why Miao Shui is still alive.
Ye Xiaochuan's thinking is quite jumping.
He subconsciously glanced at Snow Doctor Xuanhu.
If we extrapolate based on the years of her life, Xuanhu is most likely older than her parents.
Ye Cha saw through Ye Xiaochuan's evil thoughts and said: "Boy, what are you thinking about? She is one of your Tianzu grandmothers!"
In an instant, Miao Shoumu, Miao Shui, Hua Wuyou, Meng Po, and Xuan Ying all turned to look at Ye Xiaochuan.
Others can't hear Ye Xiaochuan's voice in the sea of soul, but what kind of cultivation are these great Sumeru?
They are all old perverts who understand the laws of heaven to the limit of planes, so they can naturally detect every move in Ye Xiaochuan's soul sea.
Ye Xiaochuan didn't seem to notice that these big guys were already paying attention to him.
He said in his heart: "Grandpa Tian, you have slept with too many women. If it is Grandma Tianzu, I will only recognize Fairy Liuxi, the founder of Xiaoyao Cave in Jiuhua Mountain. I will not recognize other women."
Ye Cha was furious: "You kid is trying to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors! It is common for men to have three wives and four concubines. As long as they are your Heavenly Grandfather and the women I have slept with, they are all your Heavenly Grandfather's grandmother! Xuanhu is your second wife!"
"If you calculate it this way, my Grandma Tianzu probably not only has Mistress Xuanhu, but also one hundred and eighty-nine wives!" "One hundred and eighty-nine wives? What are you talking about? Do you look down on your Grandfather Tianme so much? I
There were more than 108 fairies I slept with back then? The best, most beautiful, and best-looking fairies in the world at that time were all conquered by me...
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Ye Cha was proud and boastful.
Compared to unifying the Demonic Cult, he cared more about the human fairies he had conquered.
The fairies of the righteous path, the witches of the Demon Cult, the Snow Doctor Xuanhu who looked exactly like Yao Xiaosi, the Yunhu Fairy from the Piaomiao Pavilion, and the saints from several villages in southern Xinjiang were all thrown up and down by his spear.
Just when he was feeling proud, Ye Xiaochuan was patted on the back of his head.
Ever since Ye Xiaochuan became the leader of Gui Xuan Sect, no one dared to slap him on the back of the head.
Just when he was surprised, the voice of Miao Morumu sounded in his mind.
"Ye Cha, the two of us need to have a good chat."
My daughter is my father’s caring little cotton-padded jacket.
Snow doctor Xuanhu ran away in anger and went to the human world for the first time, where he met Ye Cha, a scumbag.
After being played with by Ye Cha, he dumped her.
As a result, Xuanhu's temperament changed drastically and he suffered for eight hundred years.
As a father, Miao Shoumu naturally has to stand up and help his daughter seek justice.
Yecha is not a spirit body, nor a consciousness, but a remnant soul that has not dissipated.
Miao Shoumu pinches the dead leaves of tea without any effort.
The tea leaves are wilted.
He secretly thought that it was over, he was the father-in-law and wanted to settle the score with him.
The little wind and light in the body are having fun on the sidelines.
Even Ye Tianci is looking forward to the scene where Ye Cha is beaten to the core by Miao Shoumu.
Ye Xiaochuan covered the back of his head and looked up, only to see several great sumeru looking at him with expressions that were half-smiling but not smiling. He could do nothing but let his grandfather wish for happiness.
