Itching every day without a few chrysanthemums

In Yunwu Mountain, there is a thatched house surrounded by colorful and exotic flowers, green bamboo and green mountains, waterfalls and deep pools.

Chai Fu, who was chopping firewood down the mountain, witnessed two big birds with colorful feathers circling and flying to the top of the mountain, their crisp and bright chirping sounds like fairy music.

Therefore, there are legends in the world that there are immortals living in Yunwu Mountain.

There are even people who have traveled thousands of miles, risking long distances, just to reach the top of the mountain to find a fairy, so as to seek safety for their family and friends.

Since the beginning of the world, the God Realm and the Flower Realm have been separated by a vast green field named Kangjing, where the spring is warm and flowers are blooming, and the scenery is picturesque.

The two realms have always lived in peace, and many people from the God Realm went to the Flower Realm to live there, because there are flowers everywhere, like a fairyland.

The God Realm changes masters every thousand years, and the candidates for the God King have always been a few elders peeping at the secrets of the sky, and at the cost of the gods, they can get the chance in the Three Realms.

However, thousands of years ago, a baby boy was born in the sacred tree of the birch forest, and a "red luan" grew out of his back, causing an uproar in the God Realm. Since then, that baby boy has been the Lord of the God Realm.

The person who owns "Hongluan" is the lord of the Three Realms who is destined by destiny. This news leaked to the Flower Realm, and the dispute has never ceased since then.

After closing the book, Hua Xiaomo sat in the sea of ​​flowers with her legs crossed, looking at the gorgeous flowers swaying in the wind, her slightly closed eyes cast a small shadow, feeling a little lonely.

Li Yu said that there was not a single flower in the God Realm, but he got the natal seeds of the four flower kings from the Flower Realm, planted them in the God Realm, and took a drop of Shenyuan to gestate and germinate, and now there is a beautiful scene of flowers blooming .

Bai Ye, Hong Yao, Lan Feng, Hei Yan...

Kang Jing Cangyuan, they met by chance, intending to make a decision for life.

Fate actually involved life after life as early as then.

Hua Xiaomo frowned. In the war between the two realms 500 years ago, he used his life to cast the "Shenhuo Burning the Heavens". In exchange for the peace of the three realms.

500 years later, he used this spell again, going against the sky, at the cost of the lives of the four of them.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of heaven and earth, no matter whether it is human, god, demon, or calamity that cannot be overcome successfully, they cannot escape this law.

The God Realm is ranked according to Shenyuan's powerful arguments. Several elders are over a thousand years old. Li Yu is the oldest and has lived for nearly 2000 years. mission...

After that war, he insisted on going his own way and entered reincarnation. That person stayed alone in the God Realm, so he must be disappointed.

He didn't understand that kind of mood before, but now he understands it very well. Xiaomao often runs down the mountain without listening to his persuasion. He is so angry that he has the urge to stuff Xiaomao back into the chrysanthemum.

Speaking of Xiaomao, Hua Xiaomo showed a strange expression on his face. It turned out that Li Yu had used his magical power to cover up his true face, and the other party's reason was that they were afraid that the four of them would confront each other.

Hua Xiaomo raised his eyebrows. Xiaomao is now 9 years old. He can jump and dance. His supernatural power is no less than that of his father. His nose, eyes and mouth are all carved out of the same mold as Qin Yi. He is exactly a little Qin Yi. .

He is very smart, has a flamboyant personality, and his mature thinking shocked him. The only thing that puzzled him and made him spit blood every time he thought about it was that the child didn't call him Daddy, but called him by his name.

"Wang, are you in a daze again?" Gao Chun's male voice sounded in the empty hall.

Hua Xiaomo raised his eyelids, and the man standing in front of him was looking at him slightly. The distance was a little close, and he could almost feel the breath sprayed on his face, carrying the familiar fragrance of flowers.

The man was wearing a pale purple Suobu robe, with a dark blue dragon and phoenix horn belt tied around his waist. He had black hair as long as running water, and a pair of phoenix eyes like ancient pools. He had a tall and straight figure and a suave manner.

"Li Yu, my leg is numb." Hua Xiaomo glanced at his mouth and reached out to him.

Looking at the young man who showed dependence on him, Li Yu raised his eyes slightly, as if time went back and those bloody killings never happened.

Sighing secretly, Li Yu's expression flashed a trace of complexity, he bent down and picked up the boy, the weight in his hand made him frown slightly.

After returning that day, the boy became thinner and thinner day by day, not because he didn't know it, but because he couldn't.

He has already changed his fate against the sky, and the punishment of the upper three realms has not yet come down, but there is not much time to wait.

"Where's Xiaomao?" Hua Xiaomo nestled in Li Yu's arms, kneading his legs with strength, rubbing along the sore and numb parts, he narrowed his eyes comfortably, and couldn't help making a comfortable sound.

Pressing and pinching Hua Xiaomo's leg with his fingers, Li Yu said lightly, "He has returned to the God Realm."

"Lie." Hua Xiaomo reached out to touch Li Yu's left eyebrow, "As soon as you lie to me, the left eyebrow will rise."

Li Yu raised his eyes, and a meaningful smile flashed across his eyes. He hugged Hua Xiaomo like a child who hugged him to his knees many years ago. With a flash of purple light, he appeared at the foot of the mountain the next moment.

"He's in the palace." Li Yu walked leisurely, with one hand on Hua Xiaomo's back, and the other hand pushing aside the lush branches growing on both sides of the path, "King Yi returned triumphantly, and the emperor swayed The banquet rewards the three armies, and I intend to give a marriage to King Yi at the banquet tonight."

Hua Xiaomo's heart skipped a beat when he heard the words, don't run into Qin Yi, otherwise, when the father and son meet, they may not have a close hug, but a big fight.

Anyone who saw another face similar to his own would be suspicious.

"No, I have to catch him back." Hua Xiaomo anxiously wanted to get away from Li Yu, but he stopped him. After walking for a while, he was freed only after he had pedestrians.

Bianzhou City is still prosperous, sent troops to exterminate the barbarians in the south, and won in one fell swoop. There was a row of celebrations in the city. The old man in the library spoke vigorously and described the war so wonderfully that people couldn't help but applaud.

Hua Xiaomo stood in front of a booth, his eyes fell on the rabbits, and asked, "Why is Wuyou still in the human world?"

When we met for the first time at that time, I felt very familiar. It seemed to be a rabbit raised in the old days, which one was really a little white rabbit given to him by Li Yu when he was young.

By coincidence 500 years ago, he entered the reincarnation with him and experienced life and death.

"His karma is not over."

After Li Yu finished speaking, he raised his hand and brushed across the void, the scene in front of him appeared, and only Hua Xiaomo could see it, so he didn't have to worry about the passers-by, and quietly looked at the worry-free world amidst the noise.

Several hunters in the forest were looking for prey with bows and arrows. A white rabbit was running in the grass. Its injured and bleeding right leg restricted its flexible jumping, but it insisted on running deep into the forest, bleeding profusely. There were bright red bloodstains on the grass, and those keen hunters trained them accurately, and when it was dying, the young man who picked the medicine saved the rabbit.

That young man is naturally this life, Wuyou's father.

Hua Xiaomo let out a breath, and just as he was about to say something, he saw a few men in yellow clothes walking towards him. One of the men was stout and well-looking, with a long knife in his hand, and was following him. The people bared their teeth and fought for something.

He subconsciously yelled, "Zhang Wuji!"

Hearing the voice, the man leaped across the crowd and strode towards a young man in a white robe with an air of dust. As he got closer, he frowned his thick eyebrows. There was surprise and excitement in the young man's eyes, as if he had met someone. old friend.

Strange, he didn't remember such a picturesque young man in his memory, glanced at the handsome man in purple shirt next to the young man, he was unfathomable, for a while, he raised his voice with guard and tentativeness and asked: "You know me?"

Hua Xiaomo opened his mouth, unable to utter a word in a daze, took a deep look at the man in front of him, turned his head to look away, the corners of his eyes were moist, he breathed out softly, "We don't know each other."