"Since you left, my mother has been ordering people to come and sweep regularly to ensure that you can live in a comfortable high bed and soft pillow whenever you come back." Mrs. Yan introduced her to her son happily. She either took credit or wanted him to know that he would be taken care of at her home, anytime and anywhere.

This made Yan Juntao swallow back the words, "I don't need to sleep for a long time."

Mrs. Yan may not be considered a good mother, or even a good person, but she must be the one who loves Yan Juntao the most. Her lifelong mission seems to be only two things - home fight and Yan Juntao. The maternal love that is about to overflow is not only in action, but also in her eyes, but also in her never said anything.

In the previous life, Yan Juntao had never returned home. What Mrs. Yan said in the letter was that you should concentrate on your practice, don’t worry about your family, and don’t worry about me.

In this life, Yan Juntao suddenly came back. What Mrs. Yan said was that the courtyard at home has been prepared for you and no one has moved it.

Mrs. Yan's idea that her son could get what she wanted easily exceeded what she wanted to her. The only thing she left for her son was always a relaxed and pleasant smile. No matter what her son's choice was, she would support her. As for her life, she seemed to have no worries at all.

Mrs. Yan always had a satisfied smile on her face: "Mother Taotao."

"Taotao" is the nickname given to Yan Juntao by Mrs. Yan, but she dares to call it out when there is no one or only them, mother and son, for fear that someone would hear such a nickname that would ruin Yan Juntao's majesty.

Yan Juntao also asked his mother when she was a child, why she called him "Taotao".

Mrs. Yan was playing a spirit fan in front of the crib’s bed to drive away Ku Xia’s heat. She smiled and pushed her forehead with her son, saying, “Tao Taoran, harmonious and happy. I hope Taotao can always stay happy.”

It was also because of the night Yan Juntao was born that Mrs. Yan had a strange dream.

In the dream, an immortal wearing a crimson crane buckle held a feathered banner in his hand and danced gracefully in the majestic music. Every time he jumped and rotated, he had a sonorous force, perfectly combining the solemnity of the sacrifice with the elegance of the noble children. While stepping on the rhythm of the drum beats, the immortal sang in a stern manner: "A gentleman is sings, holds the turbulent swaying on the left, and calls me by the right, and is only happy."

Then, the moment the immortal turned around, Mrs. Yan woke up in her dream and Yan Juntao was also born.

The soft light at his birth illuminated half of the capital, making the night seem to turn into daylight. The phoenix whistles and the strange fragrance soared into the sky, which caused the half-people to exclaim. The old wise man asserted that such strange phenomena must have treasures.

"Taotao is my mother's treasure." Mrs. Yan said proudly to Yan Juntao.

"It's because my son is unfilial." Yan Juntao suddenly wanted to care more about his mother, not because he wanted to delay his cultivation, but because he was his mother.

"What's unfilial? But someone is making trouble in front of you?" Mrs. Yan was immediately angry. Her calmness and cultivation were not available at all. When she felt that someone might hurt her son, as long as Yan Juntao reported her name, Mrs. Yan could immediately kill the villain who sowed the disagreement. Her son was good at everything! She dared to say that her son was unfilial and asked her if she was a mother?!

Yan Juntao was amused and crying, shook his head, and for the first time he took the initiative to come forward and hugged Mrs. Yan's body exuding a warm and soft fragrance.

Mrs. Yan froze first, then relaxed, and quickly found the most comfortable way to hug her son. The aroma of fruit wood surrounds her in a protective posture. She stroked her son's head rhythmically and gently, one after another, with an indescribable calmness.

"I miss my mother." Yan Juntao was like a toddler, and for the first time he began to try to understand the emotions in his heart that he had never cared about.

Mrs. Yan's tears came out again: "Mom misses you too, I want to die of you."

She thought so hard that she couldn't sleep at night, especially on the anniversary of her son's birthday and parting, she picked up her pen countless times, wanting to write a letter to ask her to come back to see her, or ask her to meet her son with the Light Realm. But the more impulsive she is, the perseverance she will be to suppress this impulse will be. She cannot implicate Yan Juntao. No matter how many twists and turns in her heart, the letter is always "Everything is fine at home, don't worry."

Yan Juntao couldn't help thinking, when he ascended to the upper realm in his previous life, his mother rushed to Tianyan from sleeplessly and ran thousands of miles. When he saw him not speaking for a long time, what did he really want to say?

Anyway, it is definitely not what my mother said after that: "I wish my son, the great roc will rise with the wind in one day and soar to 90,000 miles*."

After Mrs. Yan had enough cry and wiped away her tears, she asked the question that every mother who was worried about her child would ask: "Why did you suddenly talk about this? But what happened to Tianyan Sect?"

Although he had not met his son for many years, Mrs. Yan still knew Yan Juntao very well. If nothing unexpected happened, Yan Juntao should have been in seclusion in the forbidden area behind the mountain of the Master of Tianyan Sect, and practiced to the upper realm. Whether it was the actions of the leader Lu of Tianyan Sect or the personality of Yan Juntao, they were not like being born in the mountains and practicing, and saying such details as saying "I miss my mother".

"Is someone in Tianyan Sect bullying you?!" Mrs. Yan thought about it again, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was, she successfully scared herself.

Yan Juntao: ""How easy is I to be bullied in your heart, mom?

"Do you really think I'm in Wangxinzhai and have no one else?" Before Yan Juntao could answer, Mrs. Yan wanted to take off her vest, restore her cultivation, and kill Shangtian Yanzong to avenge her son.

——Mom, have you discovered it? You seem to have suddenly added some amazing personality! by Yan Juntao.

Mrs. Yan does have a layer of vest, but in fact, Mr. Yan also has it.

This was what Yan Juntao only knew after ascending to the upper realm in his previous life. Mrs. Yan was not just a family management scientist who was keen on home fighting, but she was also a miscellaneous practitioner in Wangxinzhai.

Although the name of the sect of Shuwangxinzhai sounds quite fresh, it is the first magic sect in the same world as the light world. It is said that the founder of Jianshe of Shuwangxinzhai is a snake spirit who can kill people without blinking and slaughtering the road of slaughtering while saying, "Life is not only the slutty in front of you, but also poetry and distant places."

Unlike the Taoist tradition and light realm, the Tongdu Realm has now become a great rise in the Demon Realm. Because the two realms are like the special geographical location of the Gemini positive and negative continents, important sects will basically set up sects next door and combine them into one, which has led to a stalemate between the black and white realms of the two realms. The two demon cultivators who ascended for a hundred years both came from Shuwangxinzhai.

As for the "miscellaneous" of miscellaneous practice, it does not refer to the miscellaneous fish, but is similar to Confucianism and Buddhist practice, which is very different from traditional Taoist practice. Therefore, the obsession with all kinds of strange things entering the Tao, without seeking fortune and seeking a single thought, the way of attaining Tao is particularly special. In terms of system division, Taoist demons can do it, and there is no clear position. If you don't have a mad demon, you won't survive.

What Mrs. Yan has realized since childhood is the way of fighting the acquired battle, fighting with the sky, the earth, and the endless fun with people.

To put it simply, it is palace fighting, house fighting, and power fighting.

Fighting on a constant basis, until you ascend to become an immortal, and to become a saint with the Tao.

In the world of enlightenment and enlightenment, the world of light and dust, Mrs. Yan has no better channel than being able to understand the struggle between the two factions of positive and negative, which is particularly unfavorable to practice.

Just when the young Mrs. Yan was in a bottleneck and didn't know whether to spend his efforts to rebuild the road or to persevere, she was lucky enough to get a broken immortal weapon that could break the mystery of the fetus. So Mrs. Yan had a bold idea in her mind - reincarnation and reincarnation.

Then, Mrs. Yan began to reincarnate and cultivate the small areas of the lower city within the jurisdiction of the Heguang Realm and the Dust Realm. These places are scarce and it is difficult to become a great master of power in tens of millions of years. If you are really talented, you must have gone to the big world with the sects, and the highest number of people left will stop at the middle-grade golden elixir. The great way is difficult to achieve, and the life span is long, so naturally a deformed social atmosphere is formed, with endless darkness and infinite growth, which is very suitable for Mrs. Yan, who needs to experience various fighting techniques.

In this life, Mrs. Yan chose another cultivation domain with a feudal class.

As for Mr. Yan, that is another story. In short, he had been an old acquaintance with Mrs. Yan before, and now he met again by various chances and coincidences. He still had memories. He hit it off and made an agreement couple to help each other practice and raise Yan Juntao, who was destined to be unique.

It has to be said that even in the world of cultivation with diverse species, Mrs. Yan can be regarded as a unique and unique flower that can freely walk between heaven and earth.

The author has something to say: Mrs. Yan, a female fighter, her specialness has not been completely unlocked. The main theme of this article is to lead everyone to appreciate the great way of fighting for species diversity of three thousand below the Avenue, just the beginning =v=

Rong Gong: Do you think what is missing from this story now?

Stupid author: qaq guarantees that you will be given the key points tomorrow! Really!

*Gentleman Taotao: From the Book of Songs. Gentleman Yangyang

*Fuxiang goes up to 90,000 miles: This is Li Bai's poem.

*Poetry and Far: Lyrics.

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