Qing'e has lived with her mother in the valley behind this forest since she was a child, the woods are very high and dense, blocking the whole valley, the valley is very deep and quiet, it is full of jagged bare rocks and many unknown ferns, Qing'e has belonged to their mother and daughter for as long as she can remember.

There are inexhaustible birds and beasts in the woods, mushrooms and fresh fruits, in the daily use, the mother and daughter basically lack nothing, the mother is in the depths of the valley, with bamboo and wood to build a few rooms, although small but very delicate and comfortable, some utensils, but also quite exquisite and luxurious.

Life is a bit lonely, but it's not very embarrassing.

Qing'e liked to lie in her mother's arms when she was a child, and in her young heart, her mother was her heaven and earth.

From the age of six, her mother began to urge her to practice, and from that day on, whenever she slacked off, the branches in her mother's hands would be pulled without pity, so her hands were often mottled with blood.

In the first two years, she couldn't stand the hard work, crying and resisting the practice, but as soon as she cried, her mother would hug her and cry together, and slowly, she didn't dare to cry anymore, because she was afraid of seeing her mother cry.

Her mother strictly forbade her to take half a step out of the woods, and as she grew older, Qing'e was full of curiosity about the world outside, but her mother always refused her soft words and pleads with a stern expression, so she had to obediently stay in this quiet space, and live leisurely with the white clouds flowing in the sky, watching the leaves of the woods turn green and yellow, and the birds fly and fly, year after year, until she grows into a graceful and beautiful girl.

After she turned fifteen, her mother would often go out of the valley alone, sometimes for several hours, sometimes for a whole day, every time her mother came back from outside, Qing'e found that her mother's eyes were obviously red and swollen, and then for a few days, her mother always stood quietly in front of the window, looking at the gloomy sky outside.

After this happened several times, she finally couldn't hold it anymore and timidly asked her mother, what are you doing outside? Why are you depressed every time you come back?

The mother lowered her eyes and looked at the old and cracked floor under her feet, and was silent for a long time before she whispered: "You are still young, you don't understand, I will tell you in two years." ”

Qing'e didn't dare to ask again, she remembered that when she was five years old, she leaned in front of the door and looked at her mother who was sitting on the rock picking berries, and asked in a low voice: "Mother, where is my father?" Why didn't my father come to see us? ”

The mother's face suddenly turned into snow in the harsh winter, her hand trembled, the bamboo basket fell to the ground, the bright red berries suddenly fell, and the red juice flowed to the ground, she hurriedly ran over, leaned down and picked up the bamboo basket, but the mother threw the bamboo basket with one hand, hugged her tightly in her arms, and cried in a low voice, she looked at her tearful mother in fear, and cried with fright.

Since then, she has not mentioned the word father in front of her mother, just because she does not want to provoke her mother's sorrow.

Occasionally Qing'e will feel lonely, since she was a child, her playmates are only all kinds of livestock in the woods, over the years, she has been very familiar with them, she is very envious of those birds and beasts that can freely enter and exit the woods, she has a desire to explore the world outside the woods, she wants to go out of the woods, see the world outside - but, her mother does not allow it.

In the past few years, she has practiced very hard, she wants to cultivate herself stronger, and then get out of this forest and see the vast world outside.

She was a little tired that day, deserted, slipped into the woods, and sat alone in the swaying canopy, and watched boredly as a flock of colorful birds flew and jumped freely in the shade.

Her eyes flew out of the woods with the flying bird, and suddenly she noticed that there seemed to be a white shadow moving slowly in the distance, and she stood on tiptoe on the leaves and stared at it for a long time, making sure that the shadow was a moving "person"!

She was so excited, all these years she had sat here, and when she looked out, she saw always a silent barrenness, and the scorched yellow earth made her eyes feel astringent, and to-day, there was a kind of man there!

She slid down the treetops and trotted all the way back to the hut, telling her mother, who was meditating with her eyes closed, the big news.

The mother's face turned pale, her lips kept trembling, and after a long time, she said, "How many people?" ”

"Mother, I saw one, mother, that's our guest, right? Why don't you invite him in?"

The mother's eyes flickered slightly, and she muttered, "Alone? ”

She looked at the vast sky in a daze, and Qing'e stepped forward and tugged at her mother's sleeve: "Mother, what's wrong with you?" ”

The mother looked back at her daughter and smiled indifferently: "Qing'er, you stay in the wooden house, and I will meet this guest later." ”

Before Qing'e could react, her mother had already turned into a blue light and dispersed, she looked at the position where her mother was standing before, it turned out that her mother's skills were so powerful! Why didn't she teach me the magic of shapeshifting?

When she was burying her head in her thoughts, she suddenly heard her mother's voice slowly ringing in her ears: "Qing'er, what are you thinking?" ”

Qing'e raised her head, her mother was already standing beside her for some time, she asked with a smile, "Mother, are you coming back so soon?" What about the guest? ”

The mother smiled coldly and said, "What guest?" That's a damn man! ”

Every word she said seemed to come out of a cold hell, with a deep hatred and a chill to the bone.

Qing'e looked at her mother in awe, her mother's face was gloomy and terrifying, and her eyes were flashing with a terrifying cold light, and she couldn't help but cry out: "Mother, mother!" ”

The mother didn't react, just looked up at the woods ahead in distraction.

"You keep me at home these days, don't run around, if this thief finds our traces, it will be troublesome."

The mother's voice was a little more solemn.

Qing'e snorted, but she heard her mother muttering again: "I want to see what this little thief is capable of, dare to break into my house alone!" ”

Qing'e asked curiously, "Mother, is this person coming to us as a guest?" ”

The mother laughed sarcastically: "Guest? Of course not, Qing'er, I know that even if we are in a safe corner and swallow our anger, they will never let us go, hahaha! ”

The mother's laughter was extremely poignant, and the thick killing intent had filled her brows with the laughter.

Seeing her daughter's confused face, she couldn't help but sigh and said, "I'll tell you these things later." Now go back to the hut and remember not to run around. I'm going to go out on a trip. ”

"Mother, when are you coming back?"

"Soon, three or five days!"

Before the words stopped, the mother had turned into a cloud of green mist and dispersed.