An invisible energy penetrates the fog-shrouded sky, and everything under the fog can be clearly seen even from a long distance.
Mo Tianpan was sitting in the spaceship, with a window next to him. Through the window, he could clearly see the green mountains thousands of meters below.
He saw the plainly dressed woman on Qingshan Mountain, who looked like an ordinary farm woman with a smile on her face.
That figure seemed to be right in front of me, and her every smile was as beautiful as a flower.
The closed hatch suddenly opened, and a road constructed by invisible force shot out. Mo Tian stood up, walked slowly out of the speeding spaceship, and stood in the void, while the axis also climbed to his shoulder.
superior.
"Hello." As the spaceship disappeared with a whoosh, as if it was just passing by, Mo Tian stood in the void, looking down intently, and spoke lightly.
It's just that although he looked calm and his voice was calm, he was trembling slightly.
The majestic soul emperor of another world has never bowed his head and is not afraid of life and death.
At this moment, it is actually like this.
A thousand meters is not a long distance for Mo Tian, and it is an extremely short distance for Quasi-Supreme Xiao Yanqing.
But Mo Tian didn't run wildly, and his mother didn't shed tears. It seemed that the longing for the past was drifting in the wind at the moment they met, and there was an inexplicable feeling of alienation.
It has been too long. To Mo Tian, and to the original owner of this body, what is mother?
No idea at all.
And Mo Tian has grown up and is no longer crying for food.
In other words, he has grown to the point where he doesn't need anyone to take care of him.
Mo Tian stood in the void, feeling the surge of air currents from heaven and earth, and feeling the wonders of the mountains. But the woman stayed quietly, except for a satisfied smile at the corner of her mouth, and did not seem to intend to do anything more.
What.
"No matter what, you should invite me to have a meal and chat about the family." After an unknown amount of time, Mo Tian spoke. His body moved, and it seemed that he did not use any mysterious skills.
But the next moment, he appeared in front of the woman, confronting her from afar.
"Let's go." It's just two words, two plain words, with a vibrato in the words.
A supreme being, a being who has lived for tens or even hundreds of years, a powerful being who has fought fiercely for nine days, and has seen countless lives and deaths.
Seeing his son, his own flesh and blood actually trembled.
It seems that there is a kind of emotion that melts a strong woman.
An extremely strong person who is willing to lose his cultivation for the sake of his child, and a woman who not long after recovering her cultivation, but forcibly separated her soul to see her son. The moment she made these decisions, she was not a strong person, but
It's another role, a role that she doesn't seem to be very good at, but is willing to give her all for.
The two came to a small courtyard, and Mo Tian was arranged to live there, and he stayed there.
In the early morning, my mother watered the courtyard, arranged potted plants, and then cooked.
Mo Tian, who had not practiced all night and slept peacefully, woke up early in the morning and found someone knocking on his door.
Then he responded, and the two of them had breakfast.
After breakfast, the woman was cleaning up. After that, she went to the market not far away and hurried back with a full vegetable basket.
When she came back, Mo Tian was fetching water. The bottomed water tank was full, and the firewood in an open space was chopped into pieces.
The woman returned, brought firewood into the kitchen, and then sat on the pot table to cook: "You are not young anymore. Your mother doesn't know what kind of child you like. She found one for you when you were young, but she was out training for a short time.
If you can't come back inside, it's rare for you to come back. If that's not possible, just talk about it outside. Mother believes in your vision."
The lid of the pot was lifted, and a burst of steam filled the air, covering the woman. The woman took a spoon and took a spoonful of soup, brought it to her mouth and took a sip, while mumbling some words.
Mo Tian, who was under the stove, put firewood into the bottom of the pot. The flames flickered and the fire was so fierce that it seemed to burn the world.
He looked at the flames absently, and chattering words came to his ears. Sometimes he was a little irritable, sometimes he hid a smile on his lips, sometimes he said a few words indifferently, and sometimes he walked away until the woman brought the food to the table.
, then he reluctantly went to the table to eat.
In this way, he still has to endure the constant nagging of women.
Just like this, one day passed, two days passed, and three days passed. The things that happened every day were similar, but they had a different kind of fun.
Then one month, two months, three months passed so quietly.
Two months ago, the daughter-in-law of the family at the east end of the village gave birth to a fat boy. The woman ran over and was busy with work. She chatted all day long, talking about things she had and didn't have, but she never failed to cook a meal for her child.
A month ago, a child drowned and died. The woman sat on the shore and looked at the crying child and parents. She was also crying. When she went back that night, the woman stayed in front of Mo Tianmen all night, talking non-stop.
Ask him not to run around or get into trouble, and he must always promise.
Soon after, a warrior came to the village. The villagers called him the Immortal Master. There was a child who was valued for his talent. The parents were reluctant to let go of the child. The child refused and kept crying.
Then the child left with the warrior. The child entered a mountain gate and was thrown inside. This was a force, a sect or a college.
When children enter, they have to rely on their hands to obtain food, skills, and resources, and they also have to compete with other children of the same age.
The child cries tiredly, is defeated, fails to break through, experiences serious injuries, and then becomes stronger.
The parents of the child who stayed in the village seemed to focus all their attention on the other child. Occasionally they would sigh, and occasionally they would hear that the path of a warrior was dangerous and death could occur at any time.
In addition to doting on the other child even more, the parents kept asking for news.
When news came that their child had been seriously injured and was about to die, the parents cried bitterly.
Another news came that the child had recovered from his injuries and had greatly improved his strength, and his parents were happy and smiling.
Then came news one by one, children being taken away one by one, and different endings were staged.
And Mo Tian traveled with his mother every day, looking at all kinds of things, looking at these lives that did not belong to him, but were precious to the person involved.
They cried and laughed, but no matter what, the simple woman in front of him would take care of him all the time and never leave him.
That day was the day the two of them spent countless winters and summers.
In the small courtyard, Mo Tian walked out of the room, took easy steps, and said with a smile: "I have no inner demons or grudges, and you shouldn't have them either, right?"