That night, Jiang An lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep for a long time, the bed made by Banxia was comfortable, and even put the bag on his pillow intimately, maybe it was a conversation with King Donglai today that startled him, Jiang An, who fell asleep on weekdays as soon as he touched the pillow, could not sleep tonight.

It wasn't until the second watch that he fell asleep.

Since Jiang An came to Wan'an Palace in Donglai Kingdom seven years ago, he rarely dreamed, but today he somehow, he had a dream, or it was not a dream at all, but just a reappearance of some past scenes.

Dreams are a strange thing, they are not controlled by people, they always pop up from time to time, reminding you of those unforgettable loves and hates, or those past or future that you are most unwilling to face in your heart.

Seven years ago, Jiang An was thirteen years old. Before the age of thirteen, he lived in the Dust Night Valley in Takekai, Qingchuan.

Qingchuan Bamboo Sea, located in Jinliang City in the middle of Dongrae, is as beautiful as its name, it is a sea of bamboo, and it exists like a paradise. The secluded Dust Night Valley is hidden in the vast bamboo sea. There is the ancient Jiang clan, isolated, ancient traditions, ancient people, ancient culture, ancient everything.

Listening to his father Jiang Yun, the Jiang clan is the descendants of the God of Creation, and they live in seclusion in the Dust Night Valley and wait for the rest of the world, just to end the evil fate planted 7,000 years ago. As for that bad fate, I remember my father talking about it when I was a teenager, but now I have forgotten it for a long time. Although some myths have been passed down from the ages, after a long time, some people have inevitably added oil and vinegar to blur its original appearance.

Jiang An originally disagreed with these things. But on the night of June 20, the twenty-first year of Donglai Shengyuan, the catastrophe of that dusty night valley turned into a touch of blood, engraved in his heart, and it was difficult to fade away for a long time.

The legends of those creation gods, those thousands of years of waiting, no one originally talked about their truth or falsehood, but on that moonlit night, the dust night valley that can be called a paradise, waited for the destined magic star.

A bewitching woman dressed in red, covering her face with a light veil and holding a long whip, walked barefoot into the Dust Night Valley, where the long whip pointed, emerald green vines grew, flowing with green juice, chasing and entwining the tribesmen, where the green juice went, the tribesmen melted like morning dew and evaporated in the air.

In the firelight, his father Jiang Yun handed over the heirloom sword that the Jiang clan had worshipped for generations------ chased the wind, pushed him out of the net woven by the vines of death, and shouted loudly, "An'er, escape, if you don't escape, if you don't escape, if you don't escape......"

The wind was fierce, and he heard the sound stop abruptly, and he ran forward as hard as he could, cutting through the horrible vines, not daring to look back.

Since then, his eyes and heart have been filled with a patch of green, lingering.

He kept running, walked out of Qingchuan Zhuhai, and went all the way south to Rongcheng.

Thirteen years old, that year, he had just turned thirteen.

The intense red and green intertwined, carved an indelible mark on his heart, those colors of blood and fire, the strange eyes of that demonic woman shining with green light, you can see it when you close your eyes!

Such a strong color, in a flash, suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, a pair of beautiful eyes, black and white, almost dripping water.

The calming magic made the corners of his mouth curl.

The woman in the purple light veil was running, jumping, chuckling, and beckoning to him in the red leaf forest of Rongcheng: "Brother Mu Yu, come and catch me!" ”

He let go of chasing the wind, and kept chasing, chasing, until the Yishui River, she squatted there, put her hand into the river, dumbfounded, he came to the side, she smiled lightly, raised a splash, scattered him all over the body, she jumped away, and laughed more brightly.

In the spring, she played a flute song, the fish in the water gathered on her side, the butterflies in the forest were stagnant and lingering, she was just like that in the red leaf forest, Lingling smiled.

That kind of scene was fixed in his mind, like thousands of years of snow on the high mountains, which endured for a long time.

Seven years later, Jiang An in his sleep had a crescent moon on the corner of his mouth.

Everything in the world is often like this, and the more beautiful everything is, the more it will change.

The bewitching woman in red giggled ghostly, and the green vines wrapped around his sword-holding hand, and he swung his sword to cut it, and yelled at a touch of lilac beside him, "Get out!" ”

He slashed a sword out of thin air, and the sword cut through the purple veil on her chest, and a hint of horror flashed in her purple eyes, and he pushed her, and she staggered, her feet covered with vines. He swung his sword and slashed, "If you don't leave, I'll kill you right now." ”

She seemed a little frightened and fled.

The long whip in the woman in red wrapped around his neck, tightening it tighter and tighter, and he couldn't breathe.

The melodious sound of the flute, like a spring breeze, reached his ears, and as soon as the long whip was released, he fell to the ground.

She was dressed in purple and stepped on the leaves from the forest, with a melodious flute and a song "Drunk".

An imperceptible look appeared in the eyes of the woman in red, and she froze there, unable to move for half a minute.

She lifted him up, and he was hoarse, be careful! The woman looked back in shock, and there was a deep sword mark on her beautiful face.

Blood dripped on his face, warm and damp.

At that moment, Jiang An woke up from his dream, he sat up straight, leaned against the head of the bed, and couldn't speak for a long time.

Sweat ran down his forehead, and his breath began to mess up.

"Banxia?" He cried out slightly, but no one answered in the darkness, and sighed, knowing that they might be sleeping soundly, and it was inconvenient to disturb them, so he lay down, closed his eyes, but could not sleep for a long time.

Awei, why are you still coming back?

It's a whole new continent. Like all ethereal legends, there is a seemingly empty name: Yuehua.

As the moon rises, the world is prosperous.

At best, this is just a beautiful vision in people's hearts, in fact, the origin of the name does not have the so-called meaning of rising like the moon, but because its shape resembles a waning moon in the sky.

There is the magnificence of the palace, which is called gorgeous; There is the beauty of the scenery, which is called the flower; There is the grace of beauty, which is called gorgeous.

So some people added a Chinese character to the end of the word "moon" to refer to the place where the life and the world lived. It has been passed down from generation to generation, and in the first year of the Donglai Kingdom, it has been accepted by the people of the world. This is the Yuehua Continent.

On the Yuehua continent, there are three countries, Donglai in the north, Lingling in the south, and Yueying in the middle. The three kingdoms border each other, but there is a piece of land in the middle, as if it had been broken and mutilated.

It was a big territory, but no country wanted to occupy it.

It was a desert called Inabbut, which was deserted and full of wind and sand all day long, and was called the "Sea of Death".

Someone once said that when they looked there, they saw a clear blue water, and the water was blue and blue, as empty and weak as the eyes of death.

Some people also say that there, I saw a fairy mountain, towering, straight to the top of the nine heavens, the mountain is full of clouds and mist, there are beautiful fairies dancing among the layers of peaks, and their clothes are fluttering.

Some people even say that if you do a lot of evil in the world, your soul will become a lonely soul and will not be able to enter reincarnation, so you can only be sealed in the sea of death, and suffer from the fire forever. So there is a condensation of resentment, and the horror is abnormal.

Many rumors have been spread by some idlers, as if they had seen it with their own eyes.

However, the fact is that thousands of years ago, there were brave people who walked into the sea of death, and after thousands of years, no one returned.

Finally, no country wants to recognize that desert as its own territory, a huge piece of land, as if it had become an ownerless place, a piece of its own.

The world is said to be rich in the north, with simple folk customs and prosperous culture.

The world also knows that the southern Qining country has strong soldiers, strong folk customs, and always has a unified heart.

And that Moon Sakura, just like its name, the Moon Sakura country pays attention to etiquette, is lazy in aesthetics, and has never liked to ask about disputes. It's just that the people of the Moon Sakura country are heavy on witchcraft, and they don't know what method they have used, but they have created many miracles in a row, and even scattered beans into soldiers, which makes other countries quite fearful.

Donglai country is rich and strong, the capital of Wanzhou has the city name Jinhua in the east, its wealth and prosperity, for the Yuehua mainland countries to fascination.

When things get to a certain point, they tend to go to the other extreme. On Suzaku Avenue, the richest street in Jinhua, in the splendid restaurants, some wealthy businessmen spend money on delicious food; In the brothel with bright lights, some of them are beautiful people who are charming and beautiful, and there are many nobles who spend a lot of money to smile for Bojia; In the casinos that are like a city, some people come and go for a lifetime when they come to operate, and some people accidentally scatter several generations of family wealth. And behind these bustling streets, just across the street from Baihu Street, there are people who are still dressed in the cold wind, stretching out their hands to beg for their lives.

On the night of June 15, the 28th year of Donglai Shengyuan.

In a shabby inn on Baihu Street in Jinhua City, the proprietress scolded her, and the soybean-sized light reflected the boss's flattering face.

The boss was about thirty years old, but he looked to be fifty, and his temples were a little gray, and he was bent over to wash the dishes left over from the day, and the mosquitoes buzzed around him, annoying, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Today came a group of rangers, somehow in the meal to eat sesame worms, so they started a temper, smashed a lot of tables and chairs, they naturally did not dare to argue with those people, but only accompanied by a smiling face, and spent a little silver, before it gradually subsided, the store was saved, but this period of business was in vain.

He sighed while washing the dishes, thinking of the generosity of those big men on Suzaku Avenue, and the fact that one shot was enough for them to enjoy for a lifetime, he was a little resentful.

The wife behind him didn't know what she was talking about, and he didn't have the heart to deal with it, just washed the dishes hard, but didn't want to make a mess because of anything.

"Old man Sun, are you listening to the old lady?" The proprietress grabbed his ears and shouted again.

"Oops, hey, you tap ......" He raised his grease-stained hand to block it, trying to get the woman to let go, and after pushing her away, he hurriedly touched his ear and muttered, "Stinky woman really doesn't know how serious!" ”

"Hmph, stinky bitch......" he muttered.

"You scolded the old lady for being a stinky woman? I don't blame you yet......."

Seeing that the woman was about to go crazy, he hurriedly pointed to the front hall, "Listen, someone lives in the hotel!" ”

"You want to lie to me, you dead old man wants to lie to me! It's so late......"

Tuk tuk, as if someone was knocking on the counter in the front hall. The proprietress had already been trained to be bright, and when she heard this voice, she knew that it was the God of Wealth who was coming, and she rushed into the front hall with an arrow.

In the front hall stood two men dressed in black and cloaks, one was a little older, with a gray beard, and looked a little fairy-like, and the other was completely a naughty child, giggling and lingering restlessly. The older one's eyes were calm, and he couldn't see any waves, and he knocked out a regular sound on the counter with his hand, "Tuk Tuk Tuk ......", and the little boy behind him looked around the inn with a complaining face.

"Hey..... guest officer, here!" The proprietress turned from the back to the front hall, her voice dragged on for a long time, she rubbed her hands, and said with a smile, "Let the two of you wait for a long time, are you two sharpening or staying in the hotel?" ”

"It's all this time, and the ghost is just sharpening!" The boy glanced at the proprietress dissatisfiedly and muttered.

"Look at what this little brother said......" The proprietress was embarrassed, rubbed her hands and didn't know what to say, so she had to be honest and smiling.

The older man smiled and nodded to her, "Stay." ”

He raised his hand, took out a piece of silver, put it on the counter, the white silver flashed the eyes of the boss Sun, she held the silver in her hand, wiped and wiped, glanced at the man in front of her, and reluctantly put it down, embarrassed, "Guest officer, look at this small shop..... you can give some broken silver, I really can't find this small shop." ”

"No need to look for it." The man smiled and waved.

The proprietress suddenly straightened her eyes, as if she hadn't heard, and she was stunned straight.

"I've said it, I've given it to you, and I won't give it to the hotel?" Seeing her like this, Xiao Tong said angrily. She suddenly sobered up, patted herself on the head, hurriedly put the money in her sleeve, and led them upstairs with a smile.

"You're such a nice guy!" She said all the way, "You're going to be blessed!" ”

The man smiled and sighed, "Although it has been stable these years, business is not necessarily easy to do, and it is really hard for you." ”

When the proprietress heard this, her nose was sour, and she was a little moved, and she couldn't help but complain along the way.

After entering the room, the little boy threw the package on his back onto the bed and shouted, "Master, we have money, why don't we live in Suzaku Avenue and come to such a place!" ”