In a small city in the north of Nanling, there is a restaurant in the most prosperous area.

There is a vermilion plaque hanging at the door, and there are three gilded characters on it, "Shanhailou". The vermilion buildings, carved beams and painted buildings, and the shiny tiles that are illuminated are very eye-catching in this ordinary small city.

"Smack!" The voice of the startling wood resounded throughout the restaurant, and a middle-aged man who looked like a storyteller said loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, what we are going to talk about today is the anecdote of the previous generation of the Holy Son of the Canglan Sect......

Although the storyteller is a thief and touches a mustache, the book is still full of ups and downs, and everyone is dumbfounded by how the holy son of Canglan has been in danger, immortals, and luck since he was a child.

What kind of natural dragon body, at the age of fifteen, he defeated many geniuses in Zhongzhou with his fists and retreated; At the age of twenty-four, he comprehended a set of cultivation methods suitable for himself in a certain ruin; At the age of thirty, in the process of chasing and killing a certain holy land Tianjiao, he actually killed a small country in the Eastern Wilderness to the ground......

In an inconspicuous corner of the lobby of the restaurant, there sat a middle-aged man, dressed in a brocade robe, with a decent appearance and a steady momentum.

There were a few delicate side dishes on the carved mahogany table, a pot of sake, the middle-aged man picked up the wine cup, put it to his lips and took a sip, tilted his head slightly, listened attentively, and happened to hear the Canglan Holy Son fighting the Feathered Emperor.

For those rumors of monks who can fly to the sky and have great magical powers, Yang Xuan has always been very yearning.

"The secret of revealing the secret is true, and there is no ......one to say about it" Putting down the wine cup, Yang Xuan silently recited the mantra he learned in his dream, and his eyes were full of yearning.

"It would be nice if that dream was true."

He had a feeling that he was supposed to be the immortal who was high above, but for some reason he was knocked down to the dust.

"Bang" suddenly startled, and the storyteller looked at the guests who were still unfinished in the audience, and said seriously, "I know what will happen next, please listen to the next breakdown." ”

"Cut." Although the listener said that he was not ashamed, as soon as the restaurant opened the door next time, these familiar faces would still involuntarily come here, and then listen to him tell the story after that.

The storyteller left after finishing the book, and Yang Xuan continued to drink, recalling what he saw and heard in his dream, and he was intoxicated for a while.

Unconsciously, Yang Xuan was drunk, groggy and fell asleep on the table.

In the dream, he returned to the time when he was in the three-star cave of the slanting moon with his master and brothers, and he was at ease.

"Husband, wake up."

After a long time, feeling someone gently pushing his shoulder, Yang Xuan moved slightly, and only raised his head after a while.

"Ruoxian, you're back." Rubbing his eyes, Yang Xuan looked at the beautiful woman in white in front of him, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

Although the beautiful woman in white is over thirty years old, she is still like a peach blossom, her skin is like a cream, warm and elegant, and there is no fine lines at the corners of her eyes.

"Well," Ye Ruoxian had a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, her beautiful eyes flowed, and she bowed slightly, "Xiao Yun of my brother's family, I gave birth to a boy today, it's very cute." ”

Xiao Yun in Ye Ruoxian's mouth is Ye Feng's daughter-in-law. Five years ago, Ye Feng didn't want to trouble Yang Xuan anymore, so he moved out with his wife and children, and bought a house to live in on the next street.

"Then congratulations," Yang Xuan was stunned, and then grinned, "Now you are your grandmother." ”

The three words "grandmother" made Ye Ruoxian's expression move when she heard this, and she returned to her former coldness, and her tone was indifferent, "I'm a little tired and want to go back to my room to rest." ”

"Go ahead."

Watching Ye Ruoxian's figure disappear at the door of the restaurant, Yang Xuan let out a long sigh, with a complicated look in his eyes.

"After all these years, she's still like that."

In the eyes of most people in the city, Yang Xuan is a man with a successful career, a happy family, and excellent private morality.

started from a small wine shop, and worked hard step by step to become the shopkeeper of a high-grade restaurant such as "Shanhailou".

He is kind and charitable, although his family has a lot of money, he never accepts concubines, and there is only one wife by his side, a son and a daughter...... Many ladies in the city envy Ye Ruoxian for this.

But Yang Xuan always felt that he was not married to a person, but ...... A piece of ice! A piece of ice that is difficult to melt no matter what!

Decades of time, like a white horse, passed unconsciously. Yang Xuan is a mortal after all, he can't withstand the erosion of time, and he is getting old day by day.

On that day, Yang Xuan, who was already in his prime, was about to come to the end of his life, lying quietly on the bed, looking at the white-haired old woman sitting beside him, in his deep eyes, the vicissitudes of life, and finally turned into a sigh.

"Alas...... It's over! ”

"Husband, it's time to take medicine." Ye Ruoxian held a bowl of hot soup and slowly approached Yang Xuan who was lying on the bed.

"No need," Yang Xuan waved his hand and muttered, "The vicissitudes of the world have finally come to this day!" ”

"After all these years, I can understand your mind." Ye Ruoxian had a faint sadness on her face.

In front of outsiders, the husband and wife always respect each other, but ...... This man is not the person he really loves.

Yang Xuan knew that there were other people in her heart, but she had treated her very well for so many years and never showed the slightest displeasure.

"Nan, I'll tell you something." Feeling that his limit was approaching, Yang Xuan decided to tell her something buried deep in his heart.

"What's the matter?"

Yang Xuan laughed disrespectfully, "Hehe, do you know? I had a magical dream before! ”

"What dream?"

"In that dream, your brother and I were Holy Bodies, and we were captured by the Feather God Dynasty and sacrificed to become immortals. Your brother died in the Kunlun Mountains, but I was lucky enough to escape to a world called the Flood Wilderness. ”

"I was there with a big monkey and worshipped a master called 'Bodhi Patriarch'. He is an immortal, immortal and immortal, jumping out of reincarnation, an immortal who can live with heaven and earth, and the sun and the moon are the same. ”

"I have very good qualifications, and I have already become an immortal in just ten years, and I don't have to be born, old, sick and die like a mortal."

"Because of Ye Feng's death, you are determined to take revenge on the Feather God Dynasty and be the most ruthless person in the world. He also created a kind of 'Heaven Swallowing Demon Skill' that can devour all the physiques in the world and transform mortal bodies into flawless chaotic bodies. ”

"You have slaughtered countless Tianjiao and become a terrifying female demon, not only ruthless, but also even more ruthless to yourself. Do you know what people call you after you preach? Ruthless Emperor! ”

"I finally ran back, and the first time I saw you, you asked me if your brother was still alive. Knowing that your brother was gone, he beat me up to get angry. ”

"But fortunately, there are saints in the wilderness. It will not be difficult for them to fish your brother out of the years...... Although you and I are no different from ants in their eyes. ”

……

Yang Xuan talked and laughed about what he saw and heard in his dreams, but Ye Ruoxian just sat on the side and listened quietly, without speaking, always with a faint smile on his face.

Slowly, Yang Xuan suddenly felt a little dizzy in front of his eyes, everything around him blurred, and his vision was filled with darkness.

Before he was completely plunged into darkness, the sound of broken porcelain was heard in his ears, and the cry of grief echoed in his ears.

"Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, floating in a dream."