"Heaven in the world, earth in the next world, open the world, Lishe Haichuan, and know you, a hundred directions are like this"

Yasu opened the pear dream mirror, the silk rain floated on the fingertips, the green shook slightly, the mirror plate of ten plates, the copper blue pattern, carved with several years of autumn, rich, quiet.

The bleak wind slowly opened the pear dream mirror plate, the light was very dazzling, the spirit wave on the mirror was originally a stream of deep lake water illusion floating up and down the Nai Lake, the glass-colored light fell to show the shadow in this situation, like amber suspended into the illusion, so beautiful that it could not be said.

Bypassing his fingertips, Yasu pulled the child's soul into this pear dream mirror, and his soul was locked in the mirror dream, and Fang was born and gathered with heavenly water beads.

He is the phantom in this mirror, and he is the soul in this pear dream.

The pear blossoms scattered around the mountain are very much, and they are even more pitiful than the pear blossom rain.

Somehow, the pear blossoms on this pear tree are falling very hard, and they are blooming more and more densely.

The entire fairy mountain is covered with pear petals all over the ground, and it can no longer be described as beautiful as a fairyland.

This child's luck is very weak, and he can't live for four months if he doesn't save it, but he is really against the sky, and he is simply different.

I didn't know that when I opened this pear dream mirror, this child's fairy spirit would be so active, extraordinary, and the entire fairy mountain was also nourished by his fairy spirit.

When the child's soul was being lured, there was a trace of white light floating around in the wings of the clouds on the horizon, and the living spirit was amazing.

The two of them looked up at the white light in the cloud wings, very poignant.

Could it be that the white light that opens this pear dream mirror is the soul of this child?

The light wings of this white light are very weird, different from other rays of light, although they are very elegant, but the spirit amplitude of the light is obviously very sad, could it be that this child has too deep a relationship in his previous life? It's really coming every year, and the pear dream mirror that opened in Nuji Mountain on the ninth midnight of the Gan year is now just the turn of the ninth midnight.

The wind was cheerful, and the rain outside the window was falling and drifting, quiet, listening to the rain secretly, revealing irrepressible sadness.

The medicinal spirits of the Morning Moon Pavilion were busy up and down, this one was turning the medical book, and the other was receiving the blood basin, participating in the elixir.

The Medicine King suspended the Heavenly Water Beads in the air to gather the child's fairy spirit.

Qingman grabbed the bed towel tightly with both hands, biting her lip, sweat overflowing from her forehead, wetting the soft silk, slowly dipping into her strength, through the silk segment.

The green bean-sized beads of dew were attached to the forehead, and they were rolling hot.

Qingman vigorously sent his qi to his abdomen, and for a long time, Qingman's whole body was soaked with sweat, and the blood ginseng in the lower body was combined with the sweat of the whole body. Qingman vigorously sent his qi to his abdomen, and for a long time, Qingman's whole body was soaked with sweat, and the blood ginseng in the lower body was combined with the sweat of the whole body.

The child's croaking cry made the elixir masters in the pavilion loosen the tense nerve strings, this child's fate is hard, this child is born, there is a small piece of blue cloud-colored birthmark at the collarbone.

This is September, autumn, the friendship of a hundred flowers can be tasted, most of them have knots, except for the Nanshan fairy chrysanthemum blooms brilliantly, there is no more idle flowers in it to compete for beauty.

But as soon as this child was born, the rain passed and the sky was clear, and the fairy grass and fairy branches raised in the Morning Moon Pavilion all sprouted.

The rare ice grass has also blossomed with buds.

The other spirit flowers are also blooming very brightly, and the fragrance of spirit flowers wafting everywhere attracts many fairy butterflies.

This kind of wonder is really rare, just like the glass god of the year, heaven and earth celebrate.

The medicine king helped the child to show Qingman.

Qingman knew that if she gave birth to her, she would have to endure this rebellious backlash.

The medicine king said, "Look, how good-looking this child is, and there is a small piece of colorful clouds at her collarbone."

Qingman's handrail touched the child's face, touched this birthmark and said faintly, "Just call her Qingyun..."

It's strange to say, Qingman just finished naming the child, and the child cried wow, and before the medicine king could coax Yun'er, he saw Qingman coughing heavily, spitting out blood, and then the blood collapsed.