Kunlun Mountain

On a rainy March, the rain did not catch its breath, and it rained for six days and six nights, until the dawn of the seventh day, when the pouring rain stopped!

A small village at the foot of the Kunlun Mountains, with beautiful flowers and elegant green hills, but on that unfortunate March day, overnight, it was swept away by a roaring flood.

The cold and biting wind, accompanied by the raging flood mixed with the broken branches and stones on the Kunlun Mountain, rushed down from the valley and continued to rush into the already churning and raging river, the roaring sound lapping the riverbank, like a monstrous beast, about to devour the heavens and the earth.

Dark clouds cover the sky and the sun, like an army of black crows pressing the border, and the breath is difficult to hide.

Suddenly, the dark clouds that covered the sky and the sun were like gray rags, and a faint white light broke through a gap!

A young man dressed in snow-white satin appeared in the white mang, with black hair up to his waist, tied with a simple wooden hairpin, and a long tassel of white silk tied around his waist, tied with a jade pendant as green as washing, and at this time, the originally somewhat dazzling white mang, instantly softened, as warm as the sun in winter.

The elegant sword eyebrows are like the bright first quarter moon in the night sky, the snow-white skin is lined with a faint peach-colored thin lips, and the beautiful peach blossom eyes contain the spirit of heaven and earth, without a trace of impurities, clear, but bottomless, and at this time, with a touch of pity, the body is quite beautiful and slender, a white dress is immaculate, standing quietly in the clouds, indescribably floating out of the dust, like the fairy who came out of the painting, shocked by the heavens.

As the saying goes, cutting poems is bone, jade is god, and snow is kneaded for peach!

Naturally otherworldly, impeccable!

The peach petals scattered in his hands as slender as jade and delicate as white porcelain were as beautiful as rootless flowers, and fell on the devastated little village.

What is amazing is that where the peach petals touched, the furious flood seemed to have encountered a blockage and retreated, and the cold wind also paused and disappeared.

Slowly, the small village that had been ravaged by the raging flood slowly revealed itself after the flood receded, and the ruined houses and corpses were strewn all over the field.

The young man in white sighed lowly, shook his head helplessly, and his low and handsome voice was full of pity: "I never thought that this village was so close to the Qingqiu Shennong clan, but no one rescued it! If I hadn't passed by by accident, I was afraid that these people would have no bones!"

As soon as the words fell, the young man in white had no intention of staying longer, this was fate, and he couldn't escape!

"Dad, Dad, wake up, don't leave Zhu'er, please Dad, wake up, Zhu'er has no mother, can't be without Daddy......" The delicate and sad cry made the people who heard it couldn't help but break their hearts and intestines for her.

The white-clothed young man paused, with a flick of his right hand, and landed on the mud where the flood receded, strolling in search of the cry, but the white jade boots were dusty, as if walking was only smooth and dust-free marble, not the mud after the flood.

The immature cry was getting closer and closer, and the young man in white frowned slightly, he didn't expect that there would be a living mouth under such a violent flood.

"Daddy, don't leave Zhu'er, Zhu'er has no other relatives besides Daddy...... Zhu'er begs Daddy, wake up, don't scare Zhu'er, Zhu'er will be obedient in the future, and will definitely not make Daddy angry, Zhu'er will definitely do more and more work in the future, and will not conflict with others again, Daddy, please wake up, Zhu'er doesn't want to ...... alone"

The immature cry was heard in front of me, it was a little girl about seven or eight years old, the clothes on her body were washed away by the flash flood and stained with mud, and she couldn't see the original color, her slender and petite body kept trembling, and the cry was heartbreaking, and people couldn't help but feel sad!

Looking up, the man lying in the mud was already in a serious coma, although he still had a breath, but he had no way to recover!

"Little girl, are you the only one left in this village?" As if afraid of scaring the crying little girl, the young man in white asked in a gentle and shallow voice.

Shocked by the voice, the little girl turned around instantly, and under the broken hair on her forehead, there was a pair of shining eyes, like a bend of autumn water, a palm-sized face, but the skin was like congealed cream, and under the small nose of Joan, there were cherry lips as pale as faded petals!

Looking at the young man in front of her, the little girl's eyes widened and she forgot to cry! Obviously, despite how low the voice of the young man in white was, she was still frightened in crying!

The little face that was as immature as her voice suddenly appeared in front of her, and a trace of astonishment flashed in the beautiful and clear peach blossom eyes of the young man in white, this girl looked too similar to the Scarlet Smoke Fairy!

With doubts, the young man in white squatted down in front of the little girl and asked softly, "My name is Luo Chenyi, what is your name, and what is your mother's name?"

When the little girl saw him approaching, she couldn't help but snuggle up to her father who had already passed out next to her, and answered his question honestly: "My name is Bai Zhu, I don't remember who my mother is, I only have my father, not my mother!"

"Then you know, is there a very beautiful woman in this village, as beautiful as you!" The elegant sword eyebrows frowned slightly, Luo Chenyi looked at Bai Zhu's uncontrollable crying, I don't know if it was because she looked like a scarlet fairy, and there was a strange feeling in her heart!

"They...... They...... They all treat me as a monster......" Luo Chenyi's words were poking at Bai Zhu's sadness, his immature little face was full of heart-rending pain, and he looked at Luo Chenyi, who was shocked: "Beautiful brother, I beg you, save my father, is it okay, only my father is good to me in the whole village!"

Looking at Bai Zhu's timid appearance, Luo Chenyi lowered his eyes, a trace of compassion flashed in the peach blossom eyes that contained the spirit of heaven and earth, and raised his hand slightly, Luo Chenyi opened his slender jade-like fingers, and there was a brown pill lying in the palm of his hand: "Give this to your father, it will be fine in less than half an hour!"

After speaking, Luo Chenyi stood up elegantly and looked at her condescendingly: "If you have no support in the future, you can come to Shushan to find me!"

The young Bai Zhu, looking at the astonishing young man standing quietly in front of him, elegant and handsome, the young Bai Zhu didn't know how to describe his handsomeness, but felt very clean, just like the white clouds in the sky, indescribably floating out of the dust, just like the person who came out of the painting!

The young Bai Zhu nodded in a daze, looking at the face that he thought was very good-looking, until Luo Chenyi's slender figure disappeared, and then he came back to his senses.

Is it my own destiny that I have met the gods in the sky?