Han Mengxiao has really wanted a brother since she was little! A brother who will pamper her, protect her, and treat her wholeheartedly.
"Let's go, silly girl." Xue Ge stepped forward, stretched out his hand and knocked Han Mengxiao on the forehead. Han Mengxiao immediately looked at Xue Ge sadly, moved away to follow him, and did not forget to bring Zi Yihan with him.
Pull away.
Sister? Zi Yihan frowned. Xue Ge, the god of the four seasons, did have a sister. She was born from the same root as Xue Ge. Their original forms were both from the Qionghua tree, but Xue Ge had already transformed into a human god in ancient times. His
But my sister had been sleeping until she transformed into a human being more than four thousand years ago, and she practiced for more than a thousand years and became an immortal.
Regarding this little Qionghua Fairy, Zi Yihan shook his head and couldn't find any memory. He suddenly felt a little strange. He turned his head and looked at Han Mengxiao's excited eyes. If Han Mengxiao was the Qionghua Fairy,
What's the past between him and her?
Only the past is what he subconsciously wants to escape from.
Perhaps, this is the reason why Xue Ge gathered them here?
Following silently, Zi Yihan decided not to think about these things for now. Anyway, Xue Ge would tell him, right?
In the evening of Xianyue Mountain, the small building built in the flower field was shrouded in the gorgeous red clouds. When Qingying and the red lady came back, everyone sat at the table.
Xue Ge sat at the window seat and spoke softly: "Before I tell you the reason why you are gathered here this time, I want to tell you a story. This story is very long. I hope you will listen patiently to the end."
Three thousand years ago, in the human world.
Fog locked deep in the mountains, tall and lush trees stretched their branches and leaves close to the crystal clear stream, that beautiful stream, the colorful pebbles refracted soft light at the bottom of the river, and on a brown stone in the middle of the stream, a tree
The small green bamboo was bent at ninety degrees, soaking its roots in the water, lying on the stone and basking in the sun leisurely.
This is a green bamboo spirit who has been cultivating for hundreds of years. He has just gained some spiritual consciousness, and is like a five or six-year-old child in the human world, eager to play.
It seems that the big stone slipped a little, and the little green bamboo turned over and moved, and one of them fell down with a "plop", causing a small splash of white water.
"Haha, so cute." Behind a flower tree by the stream, a girl wearing a white floor-length skirt showed a bright smile. The girl's black hair reached her waist, and she only had a simple bun on her head.
The huge and beautiful Qionghua seemed to be integrated with her body, swaying gently in the wind.
Seeing someone laughing, Xiao Qingzhu jumped out of the water with a few splashes, and flew wetly in front of the girl: "Who are you? What's so funny? My mother said that adults who bully children are bad people."
"Yeah, yeah," the girl stretched out her hand, grabbed the branches of the little green bamboo and lifted him up: "You little green bamboo spirit, why are you so rude, calling me a bad person!"
"It hurts, it hurts," the little green bamboo spirit kept struggling: "I was wrong. Sister Fairy, I was wrong and I can't do it anymore."
Being able to break through the barriers set by her father and uncle and come here, I think this sister is also a cultivator of immortals. Doesn't the cultivator of immortals aim to ascend to immortality? This little green bamboo spirit is smart and has a sweet mouth, so he directly calls the girl fairy sister.
The girl was indeed in a good mood. She placed the little green bamboo spirit on the ground and said, "You little spirit is smart enough to know that I am a fairy sister." The girl lowered her head and put her nose against the branches and leaves of the little green bamboo spirit: "Hi, you, call me