At this moment, no one knew that Xiao Mo was experiencing a mysterious but magnificent scene that he had never experienced in his life.

Xiao Mo discovered that his whole person had turned into a five-color auspicious cloud, floating above a magnificent and tall mansion.

In addition to his auspicious cloud, there are endless fairy music around him, as if there are countless heart-shaped characters, appearing in the clouds. Golden characters spread out the sky dozens of miles away, making the entire sky, the night turns into daylight, and the golden light spreads for dozens of miles.

In the courtyard below, no one seemed to be able to see this scene. Several Wenpos were constantly carrying a pot of hot water and a blood-stained white towel coming in and out of a room, with their steps being rushed and sounding in and out of a room.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and all the heart-shaped words shook violently, then condensed into a ball and rushed towards all the five-color auspicious clouds that Xiao Mo had. Then, as if attracted by a huge force, the auspicious clouds wrapped in countless words, fell downwards and suddenly fell into the rooms where the stable women entered and exited in the courtyard.

A golden light flashed.

A moment later, a figure of a gentleman lifted the curtain, rushed out of the inner room, and came to the front of a thin middle-aged man who was constantly paced outside the house.

"Congratulations to Mr. Yan, congratulations to Mr. Yan, he is a young master..."

The middle-aged man was dressed in a blue cloth robe and dressed in a simple outfit, but he exuded a faint essay. He was not like an ordinary farmer, but should be a scholar.

His manes are slightly spotted, but he is full of nobleness, with a faint purple cloud, which forms the shape of a canopy on his head.

He heard Wen Po’s words and was overjoyed and hurriedly said, “Pus Wu is serious?”

The Wenpo said unhappily: "I will deceive Mr. Yan in such a big deal. The young master came to the world and it is a blessing, this..."

Mr. Yan understood and reached out to touch his sleeves. Then, without hesitation, he took out a small ingot of silver and handed it to Wenpo and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Yan is grateful. Without saying much, if this child has a day of success in the future, I will also miss you a passionate love."

"Hey, Mr. Yan is serious. This is what the old lady should do..."

Seeing this, Wen Po picked up the silver in her hand, which was at least five taels. She couldn't help but look happy and smiled at a flower on her eyebrows.

She put the money into her sleeves, knowing that at this time, Mr. Yan must have thought about meeting his wife and children, and had no time to make more noise with her, so she retreated with tactfulness.

Seeing this, Mr. Yan hated her charity, but she was busy all night before giving birth to Lin'er. Needless to say, the slight disgust slowly dissipated.

He turned around to the inner room and walked to his wife. He saw that she was covered with a layer of brocade quilt, her face full of sweat from the production process, and she couldn't help but show a hint of pity on her face.

"Thank you for your hard work, madam!"

He walked forward, held on to his wife's hand, comforted her with warm words, and was filled with joy.

Although Mrs. Yan was working hard, she was smiling at the baby wrapped in a piece of beautiful cloth in the bed and said to Mr. Yan: "Master, it is not hard to be able to give birth to children for the Yan family and replenish incense. But..."

Seeing that the insider wanted to speak but stopped, Mr. Yan said, "Madam, you might as well say it directly?"

When the lady Yan heard this, she said a little strangely: "When I gave birth to the child just now, I vaguely saw auspicious clouds falling from the sky, and golden light paved the way. I wonder if it was auspicious or a disaster? The origin of this child seemed to be extraordinary, so I asked the master to give him a name."

"Hmm? There's still this?"

Mr. Yan glared at his eyes, and saw his wife's nervous look on her face, and couldn't help but smile: "Don't worry, Madam, this is a great joy. This child is like descending on the clouds. If you look up to the heart of heaven, you might as well name Yan Yun!"

"Yan Yun, Yan Yun?"

The woman on the bed whispered the name twice, nodded and said happily: "Master Binyi, our child, has officially named Yan Yun from now on."

The two of them looked at each other happily for a moment, but they didn't know that they seemed to be a little too early.

Since Xiao Yanyun was born, she has been strange and has no crying. After growing up, she has been five years old. She never said a word and was named a freak by her neighbors.

This made the Yan family, which was originally overjoyed, slowly covered with a layer of dark clouds.

But Xiao Yanyun's usual behavior is neither deaf or dumb nor dementia, but why is he just not able to speak? This makes the Yan family puzzled.

They tried every means to recruit famous doctors and even used many folk remedies. They all said that everything was normal and nothing was different. The aphasia was still unsolvable.

Time flies, and the moon passes by. In a blink of an eye, five years have passed, and Xiao Yanyun is already five years old. She is even more crafty and smart, but she can't speak.

On that day, he was traveling at the door, and suddenly, a ragged and very ugly monster came from a distance.

The strange man suddenly became stunned when he saw Yan Yun. His eyes stopped on Yan Yun for a long time, and even walked up to talk to Xiao Yan Yun. Xiao Yan Yun was not hated by his ugliness, but he could not speak.

The strange man sighed, touched Yan Yun's head, and suddenly spoke, "The place where the sky is bell, the son of all spirits, you have never been before and no one comes after you in this life. Should you break through the ages, how can you name it after a cloud?"

After saying that, he turned around and left, and his figure disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Someone saw this and reported the matter to Mr. Yan. Mr. Yan pondered for a long time and suddenly realized that from then on, on this day, Xiao Yanyun was officially renamed Yan Wangu, and a miracle happened.

After changing his name, Yan Yun was able to speak, but also recite strange classics that many people didn't know. His aphasia disappeared, but his strange symptoms remained unchanged.

Time is in a daze, the world is changing, and in a blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed, and Yan Wangu is already seventeen years old.

His father told him a marriage. On the day of the wedding, the Yan family blew and played, and the lights were decorated everywhere, and relatives and friends gathered together, which was very lively.

But Yan Wangu was not interested in this. At the request of his family, after getting married, he left the wife who was waiting for him in the bridal chamber. He walked out of the city, and became more and more remote, and finally came to a dilapidated Taoist temple.

Yan Wangu raised his head and found the name of the Taoist temple, called "Tiezhu Temple".

He was familiar with the scriptures and liked miscellaneous studies. He knew that this Tiezhu Temple was once the remains of a powerful man who sought immortals and learned Taoism in the era of prosperity.

Legend has it that "Xu Xun" is so frightening and extremely brave. Once, a evil dragon was born here, and he was rampant in the evil country. Xu Xun passed by for a day. After learning about this, he led the people to fight with the evil dragon and finally killed him under the sword.

The people were grateful for their divine power and thought of their kindness, so they called him "Xu Zhenjun" and built this "Iron Pillar Temple" to be sacrificed.

However, thousands of years later, the vitality collapsed, and the foundation for the world's martial arts learning was cut off. Gradually, people no longer believed in this legend, no longer believed that someone could fight the evil dragon with bare hands, hold a sword and kill the demon head, and the Iron Pillar Temple gradually became abandoned and there was no incense.

Yan Wangu walked into the Iron Pagoda Temple and found that the Taoist temple was covered with dust, spider webs, and red lacquer peeled off, making a broken scene.

He gradually felt sleepy and was sleeping soundly. In his sleep, an immortal with a crane-haired and a young face, wearing a blue dress, holding a sword appeared in front of him, and asked him if he wanted to learn the Tao of immortals.

When he asked if the energy is not disintegrating, how could he seek immortals and learn Taoism? The immortal smiled without saying a word and taught him a mysterious magic trick.

Yan Wangu was skeptical and started practicing in his sleep.

When he suddenly woke up, the sky was already bright. When he walked out of Tiezhuguan, he suddenly realized that his body was covered with dust. The clothes that were originally fitted were much smaller. There was a beard growing on his chin. Overnight, the world changed drastically.

He staggered down the mountain and came on the road. Passers-by couldn't help but point fingers at him and make fun of his strange outfits, but no one could recognize him. Most of the people were unfamiliar with him and he didn't know him anymore.

Even if you occasionally pass by your relatives and friends, you will not be the same as before. Either you will have gray hair or wrinkles on your face.

"What's wrong? Why did the world change so much overnight?"

He walked towards the home, but when he really came to the door, he was like a bolt from the blue.

Before he left yesterday, the Yan family, which was full of guests, carved beams and painted buildings and decorated with lights, had already turned into ruins. The vermilion paint on the door wall had peeled off, and the boy guarding the door had already grown old, his eyes were blurred, and there were three new graves in the courtyard wall.

When I saw that two of them belonged to his parents, the last one belonged to his wife.

He grabbed the doorman and kept shaking, but found that the other party was both deaf and dumb, and could not speak at all, nor could he recognize him.

"What's wrong with the Yan family? What happened?"

Yan Wangu staggered out of the gate, grabbed a passerby on the street, and asked about the Yan family.

The passerby who was caught by Yan Wangu first looked at him disgustedly, but was afraid that he was a lunatic, so he dared not resist, so he could only say, "The Yan family, the Yan family has long been declining. The Yan family's son Yan Wangu ran away bizarrely on his wedding night thirty years ago, and he has no idea whereabouts since then.

The Yan family's parents couldn't get sick and both died within 20 years. The Yan family's bride waited for Yan Wangu in the bridal chamber for seven days and seven nights, but still did not see the groom returning. She felt neglected and had no face to go home. She committed suicide in anger and was rescued.

After being rescued, the bride wanted to commit suicide again, but after seeing Yan's seriously ill father and mother, after she had experienced this on the road to the underworld, her character changed drastically. Finally, she took off her wedding dress and took care of the Yan family's parents as a daughter-in-law to live for the old age.

But Yan's father and mother became sick after thinking about their son, and were plagued by illness. She was still irritable in her old age and often had auditory hallucinations. She kept shouting: Gu'er, my Gu'er is back, and she beats and scolds him...

The wife of the Yan family was abandoned and was also very delicate. She sat in the bridal chamber for seven days and had not entered the water and rice. She had been injured long ago. She served the two elders of the Yan family for more than 20 years, and finally fell into a serious illness and died unfortunately the previous year.

In recent years, Yan's father and mother were unable to manage the affairs of the Yan family, and they all depended on this weak woman to support her. But she really didn't have much talent and could only sell her property to make a living. It was okay when she was there. Once the person was away, the family was deserted, and the Yan family fell instantly, and the only property was stolen by the neighbors. Within two years, the Yan family became like this."

Yan Guwan let go of the passerby in a daze, but didn't hear anything else clearly, only remembering three words: "Thirty years have passed, thirty years have passed. How is it possible, how is it possible, hahahahaha..."

He walked away stumbled away, and he was getting farther and farther away. His crazy laughter came faintly from the sound of the wind.

Passers-by looked at his back and thought he had met a madman, so he ran away quickly.
Chapter completed!