In ancient times, Gonggong fought for the throne with Zhuan, and his head could not touch the mountain without victory, which led to the collapse of the heavenly pillars, the extinction of the earth, the four poles of waste, the cracks of Kyushu, the northwest of the sky, the southeast, the flooding, the spread of fires, and the destruction of life. Nuwa Niangniang refining the multicolored stone to make up the sky, the god Nuwa used her own flesh and blood to integrate into the multicolored stone, the gap in the sky was repaired, and the multicolored stone used to mend the sky fell in the country of Aolai, and the edges and corners of another sharp piece of splinter cut Nuwa Niangniang's fingers, and the blood soaked her entire stone body, and the bright red blood became a blood-red seed along the stone pattern, falling into the mortal world, and this small debris is indeed the last inheritance of the ancient bloodline of the gods.

Nuwa didn't care about anything else, concentrating on merging her body into the sky, mending the cracks in the sky, so that the lives would not be ruined, and in the end she only left a sigh.

Bright red seeds fell from the sky and landed in a peach blossom forest on Lingxiao Mountain, hidden in the dirt, and have made their home here ever since.

Nuwa is the mother of all things, her blood is a good medicine for the recovery of all things, although the small stone seeds have not germinated and the aura is pressing, the surrounding peach trees are extremely beautiful, although she already has a fetal heart, with spiritual wisdom, but can not germinate, the seeds are surrounded by a faint purple light, the surrounding flowers are very lush after the nourishment of her aura, especially a white lily of the valley next to it, the white light, the elf demon body has appeared, which makes the little seed more eager.

Lingxiao Mountain is the place where Zixiao Xingjun practiced, Zixiao Shangxian Baiqian is the master of the Lingxiao Palace, one day in the back mountain retreat, he noticed the fluctuation of the aura of the peach blossom forest, and then stepped on the clouds.

The peach blossoms were scorching, and the aura seemed to dance at his fingertips, caressing around his fingers one by one, and a smile appeared on the beautiful face of the immortal. So he looked around, and saw that the lily of the valley flowers were blooming so white and flawless, and her demon body had been formed, but her spirit was still not yet civilized. After a few days of absorption, she will cultivate her demon body. Shangxian thought, this is the place where the aura fluctuates, go ahead, the closer to the lily of the valley, the more abundant the aura, but although the lily of the valley is a demon, but the spiritual power is indeed pure, there is no demon at all, the fairy opened the lily of the valley and saw the soil next to it, only to see the abundant aura fluctuating for a while, so he stretched out his hand, and the soil covering the seed was all lifted, and there was a bright red seed lying in the soil, exuding a bright purple light aura around the soil. The immortal carefully calculated, but saw that its fate was blurred. So he raised his hand, and with a force of his fingers, he took the half-wrapped seed of the soil in his hand.

Small stones feel a different temperature than the earth, and the frequency of the fetal heartbeat increases. Rolling his body back and forth, as if in protest. A stranger came to rob my nest, and although I had not sprouted, I already had a spiritual intelligence. Who is this guy, he looks so handsome, he actually dug himself out of the dirt, thinking that he was going to leave his sister Lily of the Valley, and he didn't know where he would be taken, his little body beat even more happily. Trying to keep his eyes open, to remember that this person who robbed the nest must take revenge and fight back fiercely, so it used its angular seed body to cut the fingers of the immortals. Bright red blood overflowed, and the body of the little demon stone quickly absorbed the blood, and the immortal frowned slightly, could it be a bloodthirsty thing, and lowered his head and pinched his fingers, no, although the future is not clear, it is still white, and the blur touched in his heart is indeed warm. Bai Qian smiled and said, what an interesting little guy. Bai Qianxing's eyebrows and sword eyes, high nose bridge and thin lips, long black hair tied at the back of the head with a black hosta, but the hooked corners of the mouth made Xiao Shi's stunned, slowly stopped struggling, his heart swayed from side to side, and said in his heart, this person looks good, better than all the flowers and plants, birds, and insects here.

"But would you like to go back with me?" Bai Qian asked

Xiao Shi moved his body slightly, which was considered a tacit approval, and suddenly Xiao Shi moved violently, by the way, there was also her sister Lily of the Valley, her playmate, maybe because of the blood connection, Bai Qian understood what she meant by her spiritual power, so he waved his sleeves and put Lily of the Valley into his sleeve robe. Step on the auspicious clouds and return to the Lingxiao Palace. The lily of the valley was planted in the flower garden of the Lingxiao Palace, but the small stones were planted in the flower stand on the begonia high table in the white shallow house.

"Ben Xian thinks you must be extraordinary, don't let me down, little guy." After that, he meditated in the house. The little stones fell asleep in the warm earth. No matter, anyway, I moved to a new house, the sky is big, and now I sleep the most. Anyway, I've been working hard for more than a hundred years and haven't broken the ground, so it won't take you a hundred years before you throw me out, anyway, this man is really good-looking.

In this way, year after year, the stone seed repeated its efforts to germinate every day but made no progress. In addition to watering her every day and explaining morality, Bai Qian is meditating and cultivating, and in this way, a hundred years have passed, Xiaoshi is about to give up, and he also says some words of encouragement to her every day. I didn't throw her back into the mountains. And the lily of the valley that came with her has been cultivated into a human shape, Tingting jade, skin like condensation, eyebrows like distant mountains, mouth like Zhu Dan, slender steps, exquisite and unparalleled. Although the lily of the valley is a goblin, she worships Bai Qian's immortal as a teacher to cultivate, swallowing the essence of the sun and the moon, so as to retreat as soon as possible, and the god of plants and trees transforms into a demon. The road to becoming an immortal is extremely difficult, everyone has a different calamity, and only after surviving the calamity can they be called immortals, otherwise they will fall into the demon path, or be annihilated. Although Zixiao Shangxian is called Shangxian, he still has not survived his tribulation, and he has not really ascended to the heavenly court to become an immortal, so he temporarily lives on Lingxiao Mountain to cultivate, waiting to survive his calamity.

Now he is half immortal and half demon, although he is the incarnation of a true dragon, he is only one step away from becoming a real Zixiao Immortal. But he is not in a hurry, the immortal has no desires, but he wants to see the germination and blossoming of this seed, the immortal laughed self-deprecatingly, estimating that what he wants is his calamity. It's natural, since I have you with me, then in this life, I won't feel too lonely.

The little stone absorbed his blood, and only felt that he was extremely close, as if he felt the loneliness in his eyes, and the light of kneading bloomed, rubbing against his angular face, as if comforting him.

Shangxian finally smiled, his gentle smile on his beautiful face, a warm feeling flowed in her heart, his smile was fixed in Xiao Shi's heart for the rest of his life, and the throbbing feeling made her finally make up her mind to bloom for him alone. She was going to be with him, just as he had been with her all the time for a hundred years.