When the heavens and the earth are not opened, there is chaos, there is no top, there is no past, there is no sun, moon and stars, everything is not born, only death and silence. I don't know how many years have passed, and a great life has been born out of chaos - Pangu. Panguben Son of Chaos, not only born with divine power, but also used the power of chaos to refine a divine axe, and then used this divine axe to split the chaos, and in an instant, the pure qi rose to the sky, and the turbid qi descended to the earth. In the beginning, the sky was only composed of a mass of clear air, without the sun, moon and stars, and the earth was also just a flat land, without mountains and rivers. With the rise of clear qi and the fall of turbidity, the first breeze between heaven and earth was generated. So, between the empty heaven and earth, in the universe, Pangu is accompanied by this breeze.

As time passed, Pangu grew old, and eventually his body turned into mountains and rivers, and his meridians turned into rivers. Hair becomes flowers and trees on the earth, and eyes become the sun and moon in the sky. And when he was born, he obtained the aura of chaos and sublimated into the stars in the sky.

The breeze that has always accompanied Pangu, because of the loss of Pangu as a support, had to walk between heaven and earth, wandering among the flowers and trees of Pangu's hair changes. Day after day, year after year, this breeze has not dissipated with the passage of time, nor has it increased with the accumulation of time. A wisp at birth, countless years later, is still a wisp.

One day, a wisp of wind unintentionally and ignorant came to a valley, and the stream clinged to a poplar tree that had not been born for a long time. From then on, this breeze no longer wandered around. Spend the day wandering among the green branches and leaves of poplar trees, lingering in the clear water of mountain streams. Unconsciously, this breeze brought two seeds from the flowers by the stream, and floated down to the poplar tree, where they took root and sprouted in a few days, and under the shade of the poplar tree, under the care of a wisp of breeze, slowly grew into two lovely little flowers, one purple and the other light blue.

In this way, this breeze is accompanied by poplars and two small flowers, and lives a leisurely life. The seasons change, and the flowers bloom and fall.

Gradually, fish, insects, birds, and beasts appeared in the heavens and the earth, and gradually human ancestors such as Fuxi and Nuwa appeared. Nuwa saw that the world was too empty, and when she was bored, she compared her own appearance, pinched people with mud, and then watched the clay figures frolicking to relieve her worries. Later, I felt that it was too cumbersome and troublesome to knead the clay figurines by hand, so I pulled a handful of thatch, woven it into a rope, and drew the rope into the muddy water with water and mud, and the mud spots splashed up instantly turned into a human shape. Since then, there have been many living beings in heaven and earth.

With the continuous reproduction of all living beings, there is no longer a need for Nuwa Niangniang to make people out of clay. It's just that after the number of people gradually increases, selfishness also arises. The world is full of intrigue and deceit. Nuwa Niangniang saw that the human beings she had created with her own hands were far away from her original intentions, so she ignored them and left them to fend for themselves.

Until Chiyou and the emperor fought in the field of Hanquan, they were angry and hit Buzhou Mountain, which caused the earth to sink to the southeast and the sky to fall to the northwest. Nuwa Niangniang couldn't bear it, and once again made a move to refine the colorful stone to make up for the sky, and from then on, she closed the cave and no longer paid attention to the affairs of the world.

The sun and the moon turn, and time flies. Various sects gradually emerged in the world, such as Taoism, Buddhism, Christianity, and so on. However, people's selfishness is getting heavier and heavier, and wars and other natural disasters continue to occur between various sects and regions.

In this regard, Nuwa Niangniang still didn't care. It's just that in the cave, after a long time, I can't help but think about it, but step on the colorful auspicious clouds, and wander between heaven and earth.

Occasionally, Nuwa Niangniang passed by a beautiful valley, and her heart moved, and she looked down. In the valley full of flowers and trees, a crystal clear stream flows slowly, and on the bank of the stream, there is a tall poplar tree with lush leaves. With Nuwa Niangniang's discernment, she naturally found that this tree was actually a life that was born when the heavens and the earth first opened. What surprised Nuwa Niangniang even more was that between the branches and leaves of the poplar tree, there was a wisp of breeze wandering from time to time, and the invisible breeze turned out to be the same as the poplar tree, which was born from chaos when the heavens and the earth first opened. And after countless nourishments from the essence of heaven and earth, whether it is the poplar tree or the wisp of breeze, they all have a trace of hazy consciousness. Including under the tree, one red, one blue and two small flowers, there is also a trace of consciousness.

Nuwa Niangniang descended colorful clouds and came to the sky above the poplar tree. With a smile on his face, he looked at a tree, a wisp of wind, and two small flowers in front of him. I thought to myself, if I want to calculate according to the time of birth, the poplar tree and the wisp of wind must be before me. I couldn't help but feel compassion, I couldn't bear to watch them fend for themselves here, and I thought about it along with the valley in front of me to the side of my cave, although I didn't make a move, but it implied a caring heart.

After all, it is not easy for trees and flowers to generate consciousness. Especially the breeze, it is even more valuable. In the excitement, Nuwa Niangniang also gave each of the four children a name, and the poplar tree was named after the tree, and it was still called poplar. Those two small flowers, Nuwa Niangniang didn't bother much, the purple is called Qingwen, and the light blue is the musk moon. Only like the breeze, Nuwa Niangniang thought about it, the wind runs among the trees, and there is a bleak voice, so she takes Xiao as her surname. As for the name, the formless wind, without roots and foundations, swims between heaven and earth, and is comfortable and comfortable, so it is named "Yiran".

Since then, Bai Yang, Xiao Yiran, Qingwen, and Musk Yue have come home next to Nuwa Niangniang's Cave Mansion.

Bathing in the Nuwa Niangniang Cave Mansion, the unique aura of heaven and earth, and a trace of hazy consciousness in the four small bodies gradually developed and expanded. After countless years, he finally opened his wisdom one after another. It's just that the mind is just beginning, like a newborn baby, and there are no worries. Frolicking and playing every day brings a little fun to Nuwa Niangniang.

Nuwa Niangniang, who often looks at the four little ones playing, is happy, and occasionally gives one or two pointers, which makes the four little ones benefit a lot. With the continuous growth of Lingzhi, the four children also began to have their own hearts. Maybe it's because of nature, whether it's Poplar, or Qingwen and Musk Moon, because they were born rooted in the earth, their temperaments are relatively honest and responsible. is the only one who has a temperament that is too out-of-the-box. Either asking about one's own origins, or yearning for the world beyond the valley.

It's just that in view of the fact that the area around Nuwa Niangniang's Cave Mansion is not a place to come and leave when you want, the active Xiao Yiran, although he has the heart to go out to find out, is difficult to get out of this place without Nuwa Niangniang's permission.

After a long time, it is inevitable to be angry with Nuwa Niangniang, and feel depressed.

Such careful thinking naturally can't hide from Nuwa Niangniang's discernment, just because considering that the four little ones have not yet transformed and are inevitably dangerous when they travel outside, they just don't see it.