A loud cry of a baby resounded in the sky above Yejia Village, and Ye Yuan and his wife were old and had children, and the village was overjoyed.

At that time, when the baby was born, the vision of heaven and earth, the sky fell a mysterious light shrouded in it, and it was baptized, and there were more colorful fairy lights and shadows, surrounding the surroundings, praying for him.

"Xuanfu Immortal Jasper Room, Zixia is covered with white clothes." Ye Yuan was overjoyed at that time, and immediately named the baby Xuanfu, Ye Xuanfu!

In this way, Xiao Xuanfu grew up under the aura of mythology, he spoke the truth for a month, walked everywhere like the wind for three months, and was like a seven-year-old child for ten months.

As a result, ten spread hundreds, hundreds of thousands, and even near Yejia Village, everyone knows the name of Xiaoxuanfu.

Until Ye Xuanfu was seven years old, someone from the county seat came, and the eldest lord wanted to forcibly accept Ye Xuanfu as his adopted son, change Ye's surname to Liu, and never had anything to do with the Ye family again.

The eldest man promised to reward Ye Yuan and his wife with a hundred taels of gold to ensure that they would have no worries about food and clothing, and that they would live for a long time.

Ye Xuanfu, who was only seven years old, said amazingly: "Filial piety comes first in life, and filial piety has been the origin of a hundred lines since ancient times." There is only filial piety in the world, and filial piety to parents is one end. If you want to know what filial piety is, listen to what I say to you carefully...... The kindness of parents is like the depth of the sea, and you should not forget your parents' kindness in life. The cycle of childbearing has been passed down from generation to generation from ancient to modern ......"

The poems of 100 words of filial piety are sprinkled, shocking everyone speechless, admiring in their hearts, and even the sound of family sounds, and a hundred birds sing in unison, and the ensemble plays the seven-year-old Ye Xuanfu's 100 words of filial piety poems.

At that time, all the people who came were frightened, and the next day the eldest lord came in person, and he was polite to Ye Yuan and his wife, and he wanted to invite the couple to the house, and said that he still hoped to accept Xiaoxuanfu as an adopted son, and only said that he hoped that Xiaoxuanfu could take a meritorious test, and he would definitely be the champion in the future, serve the country, and benefit the people.

Ye Yuan was also a scholar in the past, and once had the ambition to help the world, so he immediately agreed, hoping that Xiaoxuanfu would get a better environment and receive a better education, and at the same time politely refused to go to the eldest master's mansion and volunteered to live in Yejia Village.

Subsequently, the eldest master insisted on leaving the guards, silver two and maidservants to serve Ye Yuan and his wife for the rest of their lives, and then Xiaoxuanfu took them away.

Xiao Xuanfu cried and cried, ten steps to turn around, turn back a poem, impressively put the hundred words of filial piety poems to perfect, the lord was immediately moved, ordered people to build the ancestral hall, with a stone tablet will be carved down the hundred words of filial piety poems of the small Xuanfu, standing in the ancestral hall, for future generations to learn and admire.

With the support and training of the eldest lord, the little Xuanfu lived up to expectations, and at the age of fifteen, he became the youngest champion since the beginning of the dynasty.

Ye Xuanfu politely refused, a long poem was given, saying that he was still young, and he was willing to hone outside for ten years, and he would return to Beijing to assist the king as soon as the ten-year period expired.

The emperor felt that his words were reasonable, so he agreed to Ye Xuanfu's request, and still gave 10,000 taels of gold.

Ye Xuanfu returned to his hometown, made friends along the way, and returned after his daughter was gone, and at the same time he was kind-hearted, made good connections, and had a good reputation.

When he returned to his hometown, all the 10,000 taels of gold given by the emperor were spent, and then what was waiting for him was the old man whose family was in decline and in debt.

Originally, with the 10,000 taels of gold given by the emperor, it could completely help the eldest master pay off his debts and make a comeback, but Ye Xuanfu, who returned to his hometown in fine clothes, was penniless.

Ye Xuanfu saw that the old man who had a lot of property in the past was now destitute, like being struck by lightning, and the whole person was stunned.

The eldest man sighed and asked Ye Xuanfu to go home and take a look. Unexpectedly, after returning home, what was waiting for Ye Xuan's Mansion were the two bleak and lonely graves of his parents.

"For ...... Why is this happening? ”

Ye Xuanfu was immediately stunned, and was hit by a great blow, as if he had been struck by thunder, he cried for a day and a night in front of the grave of Ye Yuan and his wife, and fell asleep.

Later, after the heavy rain and Ye Xuanfu's freezing woke up, his limbs were numb, and he felt like he was about to die.

Just as he closed his eyes, felt his body temperature passing little by little with the cold rain, and was about to resign himself to fate, a simple girl saved his life.

Her name is Shangguan Ling'er, her name is very good, but she looks average, her family is poor, her parents died early, and she is the only one in the family, barely surviving.

Now, she has another big burden, a half-scrapped former prodigy - Ye Xuanfu.

Shangguan Ling'er did not abandon him, although Ye Xuanfu was in a trance all day long, wandering among the mountains and rivers, and even often got lost, asking Shangguan Ling'er to put aside the work in his hand to find him, and even sometimes fed him bite by bite.

However, Shangguan Ling'er has always been unabandoned, she doesn't know why, at the first glance she saw Ye Xuanfu lying on the tombstone, closing her eyes in the rainstorm and waiting for death, she found that she was hopelessly in love with him, for no reason, almost sickly, but she loved him.

Although the life is poor, there is no former glory and wealth, but it is still beautiful and sufficient, they seem to know no joy and sorrow, no anger and sorrow, and spend every time plainly.

From time to time, Shangguan Ling'er would accompany Ye Xuanfu to sit on the roof and watch the stars in the night sky; From time to time, Shangguan Ling'er would accompany Ye Xuanfu to sit on the top of the mountain and listen to the sound of Lin Haitao; From time to time, Shangguan Ling'er was a little ashamed to guide Ye Xuanfu to lie on the bed and explore the mystery of the birth of life.

Ye Xuanfu has been stunned, on that rainy night, it seems that his brain has entered water, and he has become unprecedentedly incompetent, and the people in the village call him Ye Fool.

He often looked up at the starry sky, or wrote and painted on the mud walls, and occasionally squatted on the ground to watch the ants move for a long time, or walked aimlessly in the mountains and forests.

One day, a thunderstorm broke out, and a purple divine thunder fell beside him like a heavenly dragon, and a towering ancient tree was instantly reduced to nothing.

The flash flood broke out, and the surging flood was only a line away from him, and many living beings and rocks were washed away.

"Leaf, leaf!" An anxious cry rang out among the mountains, but was soon drowned out by louder thunder and torrents.

Ye Xuanfu was stunned, as if he heard this faint voice, and looked for it stupidly, but a poor and ordinary woman rushed out in the heavy rain and threw herself into Ye Xuanfu's arms at once.

"Leaf, you big fool! I thought you'd disappear in the night rain, but what would I do if you left! The woman wailed and cried in Ye Xuanfu's arms.

"Spirit...... Ling'er ......" Ye Xuanfu's sloppy and dull gaze condensed little by little, and became bright.

"Ling'er...... Is it Ling'er? Ye Xuanfu called softly, extremely affectionate.

"Leaves?"

The woman raised her head in Ye Xuanfu's arms, stunned for a moment, tears mixed with the heavy rain rolling down.

For so many years, it was the first time that Ye Xuanfu, a fool, called her by her name and called her Ling'er.

"Ling'er, let's go home......" Ye Xuanfu raised a bright smile, hugged Shangguan Ling'er, carried the thunder on his back, stepped on the torrent, and returned to his home that was no more than a thatched house.

That rainy night, Ye Xuanfu regained his spiritual wisdom, just as he lost his spiritual wisdom that rainy night.

In the following days, it got better little by little, at first Shangguan Ling'er was worried that Ye Xuanfu would dislike her after recovering her spiritual wisdom, but it turned out that all her worries were superfluous, Ye Xuanfu was still Ye Xuanfu.

He is still so innocent, still so kind, but he is no longer so stupid, he has forgotten his glory and wealth, forgotten his fame and power, is as plain as water, and his wife is slowly getting old.

One day, one life, together with Huafa, grow old together......

(PS: The poem that Ye Xuanfu recited at the age of seven is called "Persuasion of Relatives")