The dark wooden door is pasted with the word "Fu" in bright red, and the lantern is hung high on the door, which is very finely made, showing the master's skillful hand. This ingenious red color adds a lot of joy to the small courtyard with black tiles and white walls.

In this way, when the spring is cold, there is the most outstanding peach branch with its head held high, and the top of the first pink of spring blooms.

"Look, the peach blossoms are blooming!" A childish child's voice came from the yard, crisply, "It's so strange, before the New Year, the peach blossoms are blooming in Mr. Yan's courtyard!"

The other boy said impatiently, "Don't interrupt sir, sir's anecdote today is much better than the books taught in the school......!" You go on to say. A hundred years ago, the gods really lived in the world?"

Mr. Yan, dressed in white like snow, sat among three or four red-jacketed and red-shoed boys, but there were a few small pale cyan handprints on his sleeves, and he didn't know who touched the moss on the ground and trees and accidentally rubbed on him. But he was not at all annoyed, and nodded gently.

So the children yearned: "It's a pity that I wasn't born a hundred years early, and I can't see what the gods look like." ”

"A hundred years ago, that wasn't good. Mr. Yan stroked a boy's head, "At that time, Nanganbuzhou suffered a catastrophe, and less than one of the ten living beings survived before the immortals left, and it took a hundred years for mortals to recuperate and recover a little vitality, so there is today's scene." He sighed softly, "The number of human beings is far less than it was back then, and many places have been deserted. Nowadays, there are many mountains on the southern Ganbu continent, and no one has ever been able to penetrate deeply. In fact, thousands of years ago, it was a cave of immortals. ”

The kids didn't care. The suffering of the predecessors is just the talk of the latecomers, and they are still full of expectations: "It would be nice to see a fairy in sight." ”

"Immortals will also descend to earth, but they must abide by the rules of heaven, and their appearance is no different from mortals, even if you see each other, you may not recognize them. ”

The door of the wooden house creaked open, and Yue'e came out with a plate of candy and held it in front of several children: "Oh, eat candy." Remember to come to Mr. for the New Year, you have a heart. "Although she is clothed in thorns, she is beautiful, and she smiles smartly and warmly, how can she still be dull in the past?

A girl looked at her blankly: "If the gods descend to earth, it must be Sister Yue." ”

The child was right, and Yue'e gave her a candy: "You're right." ”

Another older child asked, "Is the golden body in the Xuantian Niangniang Temple very similar to her real person?"

"Naturally, it's like that. Mr. Yan chuckled, "That's the sister of the founding emperor of your Haoli Kingdom." It is not allowed to privately carve the statues and portraits of the gods and goddesses of the gods and Xuantian Niangniang in the country, and each statue must be carved and maintained under the supervision. ”

The girl tilted her head: "So, Xuantian Niangniang has the same surname as our Emperor Gaozu?"

Mr. Yan didn't answer this question, because at the same time, another child pointed to the door: "Then she looks exactly like the statue, isn't it Xuantian Niangniang?"

Following his fingers, everyone saw that the wooden door of the small courtyard was half-covered and half-hidden, and a woman was leaning on the white wall, looking here with her arms folded and smiling, dressed in a Luo skirt, and her demeanor was like a fairy.

Even the children know that she is beautiful. This kind of beauty is like a warm breeze in March, which makes people's hearts intoxicated.

She happened to be standing under the peach tree, and the lone pink peach quietly faded in front of her.

The child was right, the statue of Xuantian Niangniang in the temple looked exactly like her. However, only those who have seen her with their own eyes will understand that no matter how skillful a craftsman is, he will not be able to carve such a charming charm.

With a click, the scroll in Mr. Yan's hand fell to the ground.

The smile on Yue'e's face froze slightly, and then as usual: "You're here." ”

The woman straightened up and walked over to greet the adults and children: "Happy New Year!"

The child who spoke before stared at her tightly: "Are you Xuantian Niangniang?"

She generously admitted: "Clever, you actually recognized it." ”

How do you know that the child's eyes are dark: "What's your last name?"

She touched her nose: "My surname is Ning." ”

"Then you are not Xuantian Niangniang!" Xiaowa said proudly, "Our founding emperor's surname is Hao! Xuantian Niangniang is his sister, of course, her surname is Hao!"

Ning Xiaoxian was stunned, with a smile in his eyes: "It's reasonable." ”

"It's been so long, you should go back and take a nap, right?" Mr. Yan stood up suddenly, "Don't forget to do your homework in the afternoon." ”

With a straight face, he had the majesty of being a teacher, and no matter how naughty a child was, he was obedient, saluted goodbye, and withdrew.

The courtyard soon fell silent.

Ning Xiaoxian stopped and bowed his chin: "I'm here to go to the hundred-year covenant and disturb the leisure of the two." ”

Time flies, and a hundred years have passed in a blink of an eye. She watched the Seven Realms, and of course knew that Mr. Yan and Yue'e got married after the natural disaster and traveled all over the world.

It is a real husband and wife, who has visited the church and the cave room.

Mr. Yan has changed his identity many times, but the most common one is Mr. Tutor, just like now. The two of them have long seen through the red dust, and instead of enjoying arrogance and luxury, they live like a civilian couple.

When he reached Ning Xiaoxian's current realm, of course he understood that blandness was true.

Mr. and Mrs. Yan were also watching her.

If it is said that Ning Xiaoxian was in charge of the hidden stream in the past, and the majesty of being in a high position, after a hundred years of quenching, she seems to have slowly changed back to the clever and playful little girl she used to be.

Those hardships and hardships, those joys and sorrows, never seemed to have left any traces on her.

Who would have imagined that she was in charge of the Seven Realms and was in charge of the power of life and death of all living beings?

Yue'e took two steps forward, and Mr. Yan suddenly held her hand, and his lips moved slightly.

Yue'e looked at him and smiled, "It's okay." Gently broke free of his palm, and slowly walked in front of Ning Xiaoxian, "Xuantian Niangniang is really a believer." I've had a good life in the past 100 years, has Niangniang also thought about what she wants?"

Ning Xiaoxian looked at her, and his eyes flashed: "How do you know that I want 'things' and don't want you to do things for me?"

"Take it for granted. Yue'e didn't answer again, and Ning Xiaoxian didn't ask again, but said slowly, "I've thought about it." ”

"I want to have a baby. The wind through the courtyard slowed down, as soft as her gaze, "Me and the child of Changtian." ”

Ning Xiaoxian did not hide the regret in his eyes.

A hundred years have passed, and the Seven Realms have become more and more stable, but her and Changtian's efforts have not yet borne fruit. The offspring of Qingluan and the little white dragon can soar into the sky, and every time she looks at it, her desire to have a child becomes more and more thirsty.

How nice it would be to have a child in a long life to adjust their lives? But they can't.

After the reopening of heaven and earth, certain old laws were embedded in the new world, unbreakable. Among them is the clause "the higher the cultivation, the more difficult it is to get a child".