On the halfway mountainside of the sunny side of Luoying Mountain, it is a piece of endless primitive plum forest, between a craggy tree trunk, there is a thick old plum like a thousand-year-old acacia, leading the way, cutting the wind and cutting the snow in the cold and frozen places, proudly blooming. Across the road from Luoying Mountain, is the vast land of the North Underworld.

It was morning, and the harsh sun was shining brightly. On the trunk of the thick and curved old plum tree, there sat a middle-aged man in a green coat, who looked at a Wolong mountain range in the east, his eyes were not focused, and he didn't know what he was looking at. By this time he was drunk, muttering and not knowing what to say. He poured himself a drink, but most of the wine elixir flowed on the roots of the plum tree, and did not enter his mouth, and he knew nothing.

A gust of sea breeze mixed with snow particles flew in, and the white jade strips shook even more, leaving flower branches in vain, and the withered flowers and snowflakes fell one after another, shaking the drunken man in Tsing Yi. The drunken man in Tsing Yi didn't care, he drank all the wine in the pot, stuffed the arc into his arms, and then staggered to his feet, slowly like an old man, staggered in the direction of the North Underworld, and finally walked to the foot of Luoying Mountain. At this time, perhaps because he had drunk too much, the drunken man in Tsing Yi didn't notice that the arc fell from his arms and disappeared into the thick snow. The sea breeze blowing from the opposite side rolled up the clothes of the drunken man in Tsing Yi, the wide sleeves of his robe were unfolded in the wind, and the clothes were fluttering, as if a jade tree was in the wind, if there were no drunken and decadent Tang, the man in Tsing Yi could be regarded as a handsome and quiet beautiful man. The clear blue sky, the blue water, there is only one man in Tsing Yi in the middle, the sky and the earth are so empty, the back of the man in Tsing Yi is even more lonely, and finally disappears into the sea water, leaving only a few white water birds, whirling on the sea.

The plum grove hurricane suddenly rose, and in an instant, the surrounding environment changed, a charming and charming middle-aged woman, wearing a fiery red dress and a red brocade cloak, staggered up from the plum forest, and scolded in her mouth: "This Beihai Jun who killed a thousand knives is really a big bastard, every time he drinks, he has to come to the old lady, every time he drinks, he has to sacrifice wine to the ground, the land fairy was not drunk by him, but I was so drunk." I think he did it on purpose!" he said without stopping.

A beautiful girl with a double hair next to her smiled and said, "Aunt Mei, you say, does that Beihai Jun like you?

The woman who was called Aunt Mei was stunned, "How can it be that you like me?" However, in the Wolong Mountains that made him so fascinated, there was once a beautiful woman he missed, but unfortunately, he lost it. Time has passed, and everyone has forgotten these old things. As he spoke, there was a look of reflection on the past.

The girl pulled Aunt Mei's sleeve and begged, "Auntie, tell me about it, Xiangsoul wants to hear it!" Aunt Mei was about to speak, and a beam of green light flew rapidly from the western sky, and the dense green light wrapped in a blue bead suddenly fell into Aunt Mei's belly, Aunt Mei only felt a burst of heat in her abdomen, and something seemed to be rolling in it, and then her belly became huge as if it was blowing, as if she was pregnant with Liujia, and she was about to give birth. The girl called Xiang Soul panicked, her tone changed, she hugged Aunt Mei's arm, and asked Aunt Mei what was wrong.