another millennium

Temple of the True Monarch in the Nine Heavens

"Yang Jian, the god of justice, receives the order of the queen mother and empress."

In the hall, Yang Jian raised his head from the official document, and he felt a tightness in his heart before he stood up.

"Yang Jian, the god of justice, has made great achievements in battle. He has repeatedly made outstanding achievements in the Three Realms, and he has dedicated himself to the birth of the new Tiantiao. Fairy Chang'e of the Moon Palace is gentle and soft, with a blue heart and a kind heart. The icing on the cake made the two of them get married on the day when the new Tiantiao was promulgated, and it became a thousand-year-old story of watching the moon."

Tian Nu finished reading in one breath, thinking that after this trip to the United States, he would be on the side of the God of Justice in the future...

After a while, seeing Yang Jian still standing in front of the steps, he hurriedly reminded: "True Monarch, please accept Yi's decree." It seems that this person is stupefied with joy, and no one can bear the fact that this thousand-year dream has come true all at once.

A blazing heat flashed between the eyebrows, and there was a tingling pain in the bottom of my heart, as if something was newly born, and something seemed to be lost.

Yang Jian settled down, and his heart was firm.Grasp Yi's decree tightly: "Yang Jian accepts the decree."

Tian Nu hurriedly bowed down: "Congratulations, Zhenjun."

The figure in the black cloak remained motionless, and Tian Nu trembled unknowingly, and hurriedly exited the hall.

After a long time, the stagnant figure leaned forward, a mouthful of blood spurted out, Cun Xin, this time, Yang Jian finally failed you.

At the foot of the Tea Mountain by the West Lake

A thatched hut is hidden in the clouds and mists of mountains and rivers, and a fairy Qinglian lives among the beautiful waters of Lingshan.

On this day, Fairy Qinglian meditated for 72 weeks and was slowly reaping her benefits.The light in front of my eyes suddenly became so bright that I couldn't help opening my eyes to see it.

A golden light slowly rose from the stamen of her natal flower, which was as dazzling as a little golden crow.A little doll stood up slowly from the stamens, and the figure came into view, Qinglian unconsciously opened her eyes wide, the little doll's face was exquisite and cute, the figure was like a human but not a human, a beast but not a beast, with horns growing on her forehead , with golden scales on his back, a long tail swaying behind him, and a silver glow faintly flowing between his eyebrows.

Seeing Fairy Qinglian, the little baby stretched out her hands to hug her: "Aunt Lian."

"Xiaoxiang." Qinglian hugged the baby lovingly.He had expected that this child had a lot to do with him, but he did not expect it to be his child.

He and the dragon girl had no children for thousands of years, and it was known in the three realms, but how did this little Wuxiang come about?And how can we hide it from the Queen Mother of the Jade Emperor who is always paying attention to the Yang Mansion at Guanjiangkou?Thinking of where Wuxiang came from, Qinglian couldn't help but ponder.

Fairy Qinglian swam to Huanhuaxi in Chengdu 300 years ago, and saw a ray of life attached to a lilac branch, crumbling and drifting with the current.Qinglian thought of the love of the same origin of plants and trees, and offered a helping hand, and the living soul was attached to its stamens and never left, and the spiritual power was faintly connected with Qinglian.

Such a living soul, with breath and no consciousness, did not see the seductive messenger come to hook it away.But things in the world are different because of personal karma.So when I practiced every day, I injected more spiritual power into the stamen, and the living soul gradually became stronger, and it has been faintly manifested in recent days.I just didn't expect that the living soul would take form today.

Depending on the source of its spirit, it originated from cloves but not the body of plants, so it was named Wuxiang.

"Aunt Lian, where is Xiaoxiang's mother?"

Poor child, yet to be formed, his mother is imprisoned in the sea, life and death are uncertain, his own father is in love with someone else, and is about to marry another.The tragedy of fate is even more pitiful than the disaster of his father's loss of family and family.

"Xiang'er, I will follow my aunt from now on. When you grow up and learn your skills well, can you go to your mother?" Does the blood of the Yang family always bear the fate of saving your mother over and over again?

"What about my father?"

"Your father... Maybe he has his own business to do..." Wu Xiang saw the troubled expression on Lian's face, and the sensible person stopped talking.

Ever since Wuxiang became conscious, she has only seen Qinglian by her side. Although she doesn't say anything, she can see that her body is a Qinglian, which is different from her physical body, not her mother.Why do you have no parents?Could it be that he was abandoned by them because of his monstrous appearance?Or, should I not have been born?

Seeing Wuxiang lowering her small head, Qinglian could vaguely sense what he was thinking: "Xiang'er, I believe that if your mother knew of your existence, she must love you, because your mother loves your father. I am afraid that no one loves your father more than your mother.

Auntie believes that you are a child born of love, otherwise you would not be able to absorb my spiritual power to nourish and form it, because I still cultivated the fairy body because of the merits and virtues I cultivated for helping your father send weak water to heaven.You were formed by your father's great love.How could he not love you? "

Wu Xiang's eyes sparkled: "Aunt Lian, if the parents knew about Xiao Xiang's existence, they would definitely love Xiao Xiang, right? Right? Right?"

Qinglian nodded, her eyes sparkling: "When Xiaoxiang grows up and learns the skills, she will be able to find her parents."

☆、"Lick calf"