There is a lively and peaceful small village in the south of the Yangtze River, called Peach Blossom Village, there are naturally many peach trees in Peach Blossom Village, the largest of which is born in the middle of the village, but from a distance, you can only see Xiao Suo's bare branches.

This peach tree is said to be 800 years old, but since 300 years ago, it has stopped blooming, not only does it not bloom, but it has never branched out again, as if it is dead.

All the villagers used to love this peach tree, this tree seemed to have a spirit, and many wishes made to it could be fulfilled, but the trunk of the tree had withered for a long time, and no one had ever thought of cutting it down.

There has always been a conventional rule in the village, as long as it does not fall, no one can cut it, but I forget when it started, people make wishes for it, but it can no longer be fulfilled.

Later, the villagers gradually discovered that something was wrong, this dead peach tree, every year in the middle of the night of the winter solstice, the branches will ooze dark red blood, that dark red is like human blood, in every early morning the demon spread strangely, the whole scene is terrifying, shocking.

Slowly, people did not dare to approach the peach tree anymore.

On this day, a handsome young man came to Peach Blossom Village, and none of the girls in the village were not attracted by him.

And he, just walking forward, did not pay attention to the scenery around him.

He walked under the peach tree, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the rough branches, his eyebrows furrowed, and he felt a faint pain in his heart.

Ruojing, I am looking for you.

It's been 300 years, Ruojing, have you ever blamed me for being late?

"Hey, young man, this tree is unlucky! Don't come near it. When the village chief saw this, he staggered from a short distance and shouted loudly.

The man looked at the village chief lightly, and then smiled: "It's okay, I don't believe in this." Looking down at this good location, I want to set up a stall here. ”

"What stall?" thought the village chief, the location was not good at all. Even if you set up a stall, I'm afraid that business will be cold.

"Storytelling. He smiled faintly, like a celestial.

Ruojing, don't you like to listen to stories the most? I'll tell you stories here every day from now on? The man turned his head and looked at the depressed branches with affection.

I'll be with you until you wake up.

At the beginning of that day, under the inauspicious peach tree, a scholar came to tell a story, and he persistently told a touching story, which is a legend, no, a story, no.

Perhaps, from beginning to end, he was just talking to himself, or the vicissitudes of the peach tree behind him.

Have you ever heard the story of the Flower Demon?