At the beginning of the ancient times, the world divided into two parts, and the mountains and rivers began to open.
After tens of thousands of years of time, the mountains and rivers are gradually full of vitality. The world is transformed into three layers, the heaven, the human, and the devil. There have been no crimes in the Three Realms, the immortals of the heavens have returned to the world of bliss, the people of the human world live and work in peace, and the demons of the devil are also underground. However, the world will not stay the same. Gradually, in addition to the intersection of the three realms of immortals and demons, more races have appeared.
At the junction of heaven and earth, a bird clan with a phoenix as a totem appeared, a fish clan with a dragon as a totem appeared at the junction of a mountain and a water, and an earthworm clan with a snake as a totem appeared at the junction of water and underground. There were three more distant ones. The unidentified ethnic groups outside, formed a world pattern of three realms and six realms.
The bird tribe is sparsely populated, and can fly through the clouds, and haunt the clouds without a trace. As the name suggests, the earthen tribe lives in the mud of the waters all year round, so these two tribes are like the protoss reclusive in the western world of bliss, uncontested in the world.
In the place where the earth and the underground intersect, there is a paradise called Huaxi. Although the four seasons are distinct, the flowers are always blooming, hence the name. The ordinary people around, benefited from the fertile water and soil in Huaxi, and lived in peace for thousands of years.
No one thought that a chance encounter that happened here would completely break the peace of the Three Realms and Six Paths.
Huaxi belongs to the mortal world of the human world. It is not quite accurate to say that it is an ordinary stream. After all, no stream is full of flowers all year round. Even the southernmost land of the South China Sea is not like this. The stream is so long that you can't see both ends. No one knows where the source of the stream is, and no one knows where it will eventually flow. Because the entire stream is endless and the water surface is wide and narrow, the people living on both sides of the stream are like tribal groups. Some places are more crowded, and some are more deserted. It is like a link that runs through the mountains and rivers, and it is more like a boundary, but it does not know what divides it.
It's another year of horror.
Although flowers bloom all year round on both sides of Huaxi, all life cannot be kept active all the time. From autumn to winter, the hibernating races still need to hibernate, until winter to spring, a thunder stings, exploding the light of life in the new year. Whole article
The girl who was called Yu'er by her family was like in previous years, with a thin purple ribbon wrapped around her sideburns, and she appeared by the stream with a flower basket. The peach blossoms were blooming beautifully, but she only went to look for Chunmei, who had survived the cold and snow.
Suddenly a spring breeze passed and the drizzle started. The girl held up the paper umbrella and stopped under a lush old locust tree by the stream.
As she stared blankly as she watched the raindrops thrown into the stream and splashed in circles, the girl didn't notice that there was one more person beside her.
When the ripples touched each other and popped up more and more ripples, the people next to them opened their mouths.
"Girl, the rain is getting heavier, can you lend me a paper umbrella to hide?"
The girl was startled, she just raised her eyes and looked at her. She was covered by the eaves of the umbrella. She looked over and saw only the hem of the man's black robe. "Master, please." While talking, the girl lifted the paper umbrella up, but did not raise it to a suitable height.
"Thank you girl." Unexpectedly, the other party hid himself in hiding, took the umbrella handle from the girl's hand, moved the paper umbrella up, and leaned toward the girl.
Unexpectedly, this series of seemingly smooth movements surprised the girl. Instead, she took a step back. She was tripped by the thick roots under her feet and almost fell. The flower basket in his hand has fallen to the ground, and the few spring plums in the basket are scattered all over the floor, and the red petals fall in the mud, which is a pity.
The black-robed man grabbed the girl's thin shoulders, the purple hair band inadvertently skipped his fingertips, and his black hair was lightly loose. The paper umbrella was still steadily tilted slightly to cover the girl's body, but the rain fell on the boy, wet his eyebrows. I don't know whether it is the heavens making beauty or the heavens not making beauty, the rain is getting bigger and bigger.
The girl saw the person in front of her in panic, her face was dazzling but not murderous, and her black clothes were embellished with silver threads. The wrist is strong, but there is no warmth. The girl quickly got up and said sorry. While saying that he was rude and rude, he hurriedly sorted his dresses. He accidentally tore off the hair band in the midst of the rush, feeling at a loss, the black-robed man took the hair band and tied it up for the girl.
"It's impolite at Xia." The son apologized, and then tilted the paper umbrella toward the girl again, as if to say to himself: "I haven't been to Huaxi for a long time to relax. I didn't expect to offend someone as soon as I came here today. Stole the plum fairy."
The girl sneered when she heard the words. The regretful eyes that had seen the petals scattered on the ground finally had a relieved smile. She sighed and said, "Hey, I originally planned to pick a few spring plums and go back to make some. Drunk spring breeze." The son was curious after hearing this: "Drunk spring breeze? So it was made with spring plums?"
"It turns out that there is no such thing in the brewing method, but I think adding a few petals of spring plum will make it more mellow and longer."
"Where is the girl from?"
"People who are free to come and go without concern." The girl was obviously still regretting the petals scattered on the soil, and she answered unconsciously.