Mr. Wang is more than forty years old, living in a small mountain town with a very beautiful scenery by the mountains and rivers, his ancestral family is 10,000 acres, he was born with a polite literary quality, he has read poetry and books since he was a child, his pen and ink dance smoothly, and his writing and thinking are sharp.

But I don't know why, Master Wang took the imperial examination every year, never went to high school, and then simply indifferent to fame and fortune, gave up the scientific examination, danced and wrote at home, cultivated his mind, and lived on the ancestral fertile land, but he also ended up idle.

The only regret of the old man is that he is middle-aged, and he still has no children under his knees, so the old man Wang made a good relationship and helped the people, and his wife was pregnant soon after, and he was happy to get a thousand gold.

Although it is a daughter, Master Wang is also full of joy, not to mention that his daughter was born with a clear spirit, and a pair of big clear eyes are full of infinite aura at a glance.

Mr. Wang was happy, and gave his newborn daughter a very special name, "Wang Wuchen" means ice clear and jade, not stained with dust, and the name that Mr. Wang gave his daughter is also a portrayal of Mr. Wang's indifferent fame and fortune, and his life without fighting with the world.

Mr. Wang kissed his daughter's little face, then gently handed Wuchen into Mrs. Wang's arms, and couldn't help but say happily, "Madam, have a good rest, I will immediately send someone to send invitations, invite relatives and friends, and tell relatives and friends that my Lord Wang is happy with a thousand gold, let them drink the full moon wine of a thousand gold, I will have a big banquet for three days, and celebrate well." ”

Mrs. Wang leaned on the head of the bed tiredly, took the child from the hands of Mr. Wang, and looked at it, the child was really born beautiful, the big black eyes were rolling slightly, Mrs. Wang was very happy, and kissed the little guy on the face, and the little guy actually grinned and smiled at Mrs. Wang.

This child is a gift from the Buddha, and he must be different when he grows up, Mrs. Wang thought to herself, so she hugged the child tightly and motioned to Master Wang to send an invitation to prepare for a full moon celebration for her daughter.

This month, the palace is full of joy, and the girls are busy, all busy for Miss Wuchen's full moon wine.

A month passed quickly, and on the day when Miss Wuchen put out the moon wine, the Wang family opened the door of the mansion, and relatives and friends from all over the world came to congratulate them.

Mrs. Wang changed Wuchen into a red silk dress and came out with Wuchen in her arms to toast the guests.

A few children were playing hide and seek in the back garden, and from time to time there were innocent and happy laughter of children, and the whole palace was full of joy.

When the guests were halfway drunk, the sky was dark, and suddenly a strong wind blew, which was very strange, and roared towards the palace like a ghost.

This day has changed too quickly, Master Wang hurriedly beckoned his wife to take Wuchen back to the room, and sent the family to find the children playing in the garden.

As soon as the weather changed, the joy just now naturally dropped by half, and Mrs. Wang was about to go back to the room, when Wuchen suddenly cried in Mrs. Wang's arms, and kept kicking her hands and feet, as if she had been bitten by something.

Mrs. Wang was startled, and hurriedly opened the dustless package to take a closer look, and suddenly found that there was a lotus flower in the palm of Wuchen's right palm, which was becoming as bright red as blood at the moment.

Mrs. Wang was surprised that the wind was cold and cold, and she came straight to the dustless in her arms.

Mrs. Wang stood unsteadily, holding Wuchen and falling to the ground, at the same time, the yin wind blew to Wuchen's side, and when she was about to roll up Wuchen, the lotus flower in Wuchen's palm emitted a blood-red light, forming a lotus-shaped aura and shooting straight towards the yin wind that was shouting.

Yin Feng quickly escaped by the light, and when he passed through the garden, a little boy blew up, and the dustless lotus aura did not weaken at all, and he jumped out directly from the palm of his dustless little hand and chased towards Yin Feng.

Yin Feng fled to the side of the mountain, only to hear a scream of "ah", the little boy fell hard, the back of his head was in the middle of the garden boulder, and the blood flowed out in an instant, opening a shocking bright red in the back of the little man's head.

Before the guests could react, the little boy had died of anger, and the guests all sat on the spot with pale faces.