If you ask Yeqing, what exactly is the mandate of heaven?

She will reply: Destiny is that after saying goodbye, you really can't say goodbye.

Leaving Yuyi Valley and Ah Yan's side, Qingyuan did not return to Jiuxiao Mengze, nor did he return to Taihao Palace.

The day before leaving the Mirror of Eternal Life, the qi of gods and demons intertwined and continued.

She became pregnant with the child of gods and demons.

This child was born as a dragon and was named Changyana.

When the green dragon was born, it was surrounded by colorful holy light. The body is swift, roaring and rising, winding and entrenched in the sky above Lanxuan Mountain in the world.

He opened his mouth wide, his eyes were red, but the depths of his eyes were pitch black, and a layer of white puffs could be faintly seen in the haze.

In this way, Xiao Changyan struggled and swayed, but he couldn't distinguish the direction, so he could only raise his head and let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth, as if he wanted to swallow the heaven and earth into his stomach.

His spirit was crippled, and his eyes were blank.

On the eve of Emperor Fuxi's return to Chaos, Qingyuan Shenjun sensed the summons and finally decided to return to Kunlun Taihao Palace. In the past few years, she didn't dare to go back, and she didn't want to go back, with the children of gods and demons, where could she go back in these nine days?

Qingyuan understood that her father would never blame her for being ignorant, Yeqing and Lingyi would not blame her for deceiving, and Lu Wu and Chongmao would redouble their care for her and Xiao Changyana.

However, Ah Yan is not around, and he is always uninteresting.

This, she thought, is still selfish. From the moment she decided to step into the mirror of eternal life to find Ayan, she had infinitely magnified this selfishness.

After returning to Taihao Palace, Emperor Fuxi looked at the baby in Qingyuan's arms with a gentle expression, and his warm fingertips gently brushed Changcheng's eyes.

Xiao Changcheng also held the palm of Emperor Fuxi's hand, felt the temperature, and laughed brightly and innocently.

Emperor Fuxi nodded and said, "He is very beautiful, just like when you were born, very good-looking." ”

He gave the Eye of Fuxi to the Changyana, and the spiritual power merged to repair its spirit, leaving a narrow crimson scar between the eyebrows, which looked solemn but terrifying.

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At the beginning, the reason why Yeqing entrusted Ah Yan to Da Ai Yelao and let him live lonely in the Yuru Valley of Qingyao Mountain was not only at the invitation of Hao Sansan.

Humans and demons descend into the world, just like being born into a divine fetus, and it is rare to have them for hundreds of thousands of years, so Ah Yan's demonic nature is far stronger than that of the previous Demon Domain Lord.

When the demonic nature erupts, it is the end of the natural disaster.

Yeqing spent three thousand years weaving a green ribbon for Ah Yan.

The bamboos that grow under the corridor of Taihao Palace, every three years, give birth to a silk of bamboos that is extremely rare.

In this way, it took 3,000 years to weave a green ribbon made of 999 bamboos, like a dragon, turning into a blue-green ribbon, gently wrapping around Ayan's body, exuding a holy light.

This green belt can cleanse the mirror of reincarnation of desires and distractions, and redeem him from his difficulties.

However, this is not a cure.

Only the soul of the righteous god of the Fuxi bloodline can suppress its demonic nature by incarnating itself into the vine flowers of the lush vines.

But in the Nine Heavens, the bloodline of Fuxi, the soul of the righteous gods, there is only Qingyuan Shenjun.

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On the seventy-third day, early in the morning, the city of stars.

"Ah Yan, this batch of medicinal materials should be counted and sent to the city lord's house within half an hour. "Uncle Red-nosed from the herb shop neatly arranged the affairs of the day.

"Okay, Uncle Ai!" a young man ran in from outside the shop, his delicate face was still a little childish, and he didn't have time to take a sweat towel to wipe his sweat, and walked out with a coarse cloth bag taller than others.

"On the first day of today's rally, there are a lot of people on the street, be careful not to bump into them!

"Good!"

Uncle Ai watched the little figure disappear into the corner of the street, smiled gently, and continued to go back to the shop.

The medicinal herbs are in the west market, but the city lord's mansion is in the east, so even if you drive a carriage, you have to walk for more than half an hour. Ah Yan thought, otherwise, I'll fly over!

Ay... But how can I fly... He put down the bag and dragged it behind him, one bag at a time, reflected in the rising sun, reflecting into a slender and long shadow.

"Little boy, little boy!"

A crisp voice rang out behind him. He turned around, and the little girl with her hair tied in a goose yellow dress stepped on his shadow and ran towards him, the little bells on her hair swaying in the wind, making a pleasant sound.

He suddenly smiled.

"Little boy wait for me!"

The little girl stood in front of him, a pair of round apricot eyes stared at him curiously, her long eyelashes flickered on her eyelids, her thin lips moved, she gasped, and then asked stupidly: "Little boy, are you the great lord?"

He leaned down and said with a smile: "Little sister, you have recognized the wrong person, I am a guy from the Xishi Medicinal Herb Shop, not a great lord, what is a great lord?" I don't understand at all. ”

The little girl shook her head firmly, pointed in the direction of Qingyao Mountain outside the city, and said, "I saw the little boy there!"

Ah Yan realized that this little girl might have a bad brain, so she had to say patiently: "I haven't been there." ”

The little girl pinched the corner of his clothes and explained seriously: "The little boy has been there, the little boy is the great lord, and he is the best-looking spirit born in the Six Realms, and he is even more beautiful than Lord Yeqing. ”

Fortunately, Ling Yi didn't hear this sentence, otherwise she would probably have to go to Meng Po's sugar water shop to report.

Ah Yan didn't want to argue with her more, and seeing that the time for delivery was coming, he said, "Little sister, I'm going to deliver now, I can't play with you." You go home and wait, the Great Lord may come back to you, okay?"

The little girl tilted her head and thought for a while, and said, "The little boy is going to deliver the goods, what's so difficult about this?"

She closed her eyes, chanted words, and gestured with her little hands.

Ah Yan felt funny and felt that he couldn't delay any longer, and was about to turn around and hurry, but he didn't guard himself from weakening, and when he reacted, the whole person was still suspended in the air, and there was nothing to borrow. He was shocked for a moment and stammered, "You... You..."

Before he could finish speaking, he had already settled down lightly in front of the gate of the city lord's mansion in the east of the city.

It turns out that she is a fairy!

Ah Yan lowered his head, looked at his hands empty, and couldn't cry or laugh for a while: "Little fairy, why don't you send my medicinal materials over with you! What's the use of sending me here alone, can I still use medicine?"

Suddenly, a gray shadow flashed in front of him, and the coarse cloth sack wrapped in medicinal herbs fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Little boy, am I powerful?"

The crisp voice sounded behind him again. When he turned around, the little girl stepped on his shadow, put up her little hand, and when she saw him turn around, she immediately laughed.

"The little boy forgot me, I didn't forget the little boy. ”

"My name is Ah Yan, what's your name?"

"Qingyao. ”

"Nice name. ”

"Little boy, do you want to eat sugar gourds?"

At this moment, Qing Yao is still the same Qing Yao, her appearance is still the same as the one who followed Ah Yan Xiaogongzi behind him in the secluded palace of Yuyi Valley with his little hands tied up and smiling, and the small bell tied to his hair rose with the wind, jingling bells, watching the flowers bloom and fall, year after year.