This chapter is the original beginning of the story, that is, the story of the previous generation, which involves four people, the former flower god Zifen, the water god Luo Lin, the heavenly prince (that is, the current emperor of heaven), and the master of the flower and water god, Xuanling Doumu Yuanjun.

Maybe it's a bit of a stream of consciousness.,The main thing is that I've had itchy hands lately.,I really want this kind of tone of text.,So I'm writing like this.。 (Off-text)

It was the night at the end of March, and even if the moon was clear, it would become a drop of titanium white on the brush in the dark night sky, and it would be drowned in the ink-colored brush, quiet and agarwood. A forest of blooming begonias can't withstand this thick darkness, and they have long fallen asleep.

The night breeze blows, and I see a mellow light gradually approaching, like a chrysanthemum floating in the deep sea. When the light flower came close to the willow, it turned out to be just a lantern with a silk silk binding face, and the obscurantist orange yellow put the person carrying the lantern in the middle of the halo, and looked at the hair on his head, it was actually a drooping child, looking up at the moon, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and his eyes were full of clear light, and he compared the moon that was unique to heaven and earth from afar.

The boy bent down and squatted down beside a weeping begonia, put down the lantern, lifted up the branch that was crushed at some point with one hand, took out a silver silk silk from his arms with the other hand to wrap and fix the stump of the branch, and then tied a wishful knot before letting go with confidence. Turning to look at Luoying, he frowned and frowned, a little unbearable. When he was about to leave with the lantern, he saw a corner of the light pink petals faintly revealing from the ground, as if there was a bulging thing, and the moon was sparsely lit, and it was not real from a distance.

The little boy was a little strange in his heart, but he was not afraid, and he stepped forward to take a closer look. To be brushed away the layers of falling buds, but it turned out to be a messy wrapped swaddling clothes, the color that Shi Cai vaguely saw was the brocade color used in this swaddling clothes, a baby in the swaddling clothes with his eyes closed, if it were not for a trace of bloodstains on the corners of his mouth, the peaceful and silent state would make people mistakenly think that he had fallen into a sweet dream.

The child was startled, and reached under the baby's nose, and the breath was so weak that it could not be accessed. The boy was so anxious that he didn't care that he was not enough, so he picked up the baby, gave up the lantern, pulled out his foot, and staggered to the white wall and tiles outside the forest.

Behind him, he woke up the begonias. The night breeze is like a breath, and no one knows when the first begonia blooms in early spring, just as no one knows when the spectrum of fate spreads the net.

"Master! Master! ~" The sound of rapid calls accompanied by the panicked footsteps outside the corridor frequently came inside, but the person who picked up the lamp in the room was as if he had not heard it, focusing on the page in his hand, and his eyes had not moved half a centimeter. After the child broke through the door and knelt in front of him to touch a pillar of incense, he raised his eyebrows, put down the classics, and revealed a face of Dao bone fairy wind, with a childish face, and it was difficult to distinguish his age.

"What's the matter?" The sound is like alcohol, trickling.

"The disciple found this little doll in the forest outside the house and begged the master to save his life." Seeing that the baby's breath was weakening, the child's lips turned blue with empathy, and his face was filled with a layer of heart-wrenching pain.

The old fairy had a string of beads in his hand, and he twisted the grains calmly, "This is not a little doll, but a lotus in front of the Buddha's seat, which strayed into the wheel of cause and effect reincarnation, and the lamp went out. Its primordial spirit should have been destroyed, if its soul was saved...... Luo Lin, you are merciful to all things in the world, you must know that all things have their own natural laws, and chance is determined by heaven, and evil will arise if you go against it. ”

"Master, if you can keep a wisp of her soul, the disciple is willing to bear the fruits of this backlash." The child's eyes are clear, and the rock cannot be turned.

The old fairy closed his eyes and sighed.

The broken petals are like falling, scattered for thousands of years.

In 10,000 years, the girl has grown into a Tingting girl, and the child has become a Yuxiu boy.

The south of the Yangtze River is born with catalpa wood, scorching and pregnant. He called her Zifen.

In the 86,000th year of Tianyuan, the three islands and ten continents Xuanling Doumu Yuanjun passed away, and the two disciples under the throne, the eldest disciple Si Shui, and the last disciple Zhanghua. Luo Linjun, the god of water, is stunning, sympathetic to the heart of the world, and the six worlds are all known. The flower god Zifen, the outside world has a rumor of his celestial appearance, but he is cold and cold, and his temperament is bland, and no one has the fate to see it.

All kinds of stories in the world are nothing more than birth, separation, death, and farewell. There are many people in the world, nothing more than love, hate, affection, and hatred.

Why love? Why hate?

Everyone is the truth: the most afraid of deep affection is shallow, and there is no fate.

As everyone knows, the shallow love is deep, and the entanglement and torture are the nightmare.

In the 118,400 years of Tianyuan, the prince of the heavenly realm dreamed of entering the realm of the void one day, and saw the ethereal lotus pond, a woman walked with incense, and the steps shook the flowers.

One day the prince of the heavenly realm occasionally entered the worldly dust, it is the beginning of spring in the twenty-four solar terms, passing through a small garden, smelling the silk bamboo leisurely, although it is the spring cold and steep, but the flowers in this garden have the meaning of recovery, the moment gave birth to some interest, stopped into the garden.

Under the peach tree in the garden, three or two musicians silk and bamboo accompaniment, once the two servants water sleeves fly, singing without fireworks, splashing and sprinkling all over the garden spring ripples, it is "not to the garden, how to know the spring as promised?" ”

However, even if it is a peach and a beautiful song, it can't compare to a curling figure standing silently in a corner of this theater garden, this person is none other than Zifen, the flower god who goes down to the flowers, and is led by the play, so he stopped here and listened carefully.

Xiaosheng sang: "Just in the garden, break half a branch of the weeping willow." Miss, since you are drowning in poetry books, why don't you compose a poem to appreciate this willow branch? ”

Hua Danlinghua half-hid her face: "That life is ignorant, why is it here?" ”

Once the vision is lingering.

It is to step on the iron shoes and find nowhere to find it, the prince sees the person in his dream at first glance, mixed with joy and sorrow, the joy is that the beauty is not a child, and it is a fairy family, and the sad thing is that the beauty is actually the flower god of the six worlds, if you want to win the heart, it may not be easy.

In the opera garden, the Kunqu opera is intimate, and the lyrics are still rippling, but the mortals who sing the opera do not know that a song of the Ying Ying has become a fairy marriage.

On the second day, the heavenly realm set up a banquet for all the immortals, and all the immortals in the heavens and the earth were invited, and the god of flowers was naturally no exception.

During the feast, a stage was set up, and the gods were very curious, and they all stopped talking and listening. The music began to open, and the flower god in the audience felt a little familiar, and took a closer look, it was actually the song I heard in the mortal world yesterday, and I couldn't help but be a little curious.

It was the colorful clothes that entertained the beauty, and the prince of the heavenly realm saw that the god of flowers was happy to listen to the Kunqu opera in the mortal world, so he learned it overnight, hoping that the lyrics of the song would be favored by the beautiful woman.

The tune is like a turn, and there is a saying: "It turns out that the purple and red are blooming all over the place, and they seem to be all paid to the broken wells." The beautiful scenery of the good day is the day, and the joy of the courtyard is the house! Morning and twilight rolls, clouds and clouds; The rain silk wind film, the smoke wave painting the boat - Jinping people look at this Shaoguang cheap! ”

Subsequently, the prince of the heavenly realm invited each other to the opera, and invited the god of flowers to the heavenly realm to listen to the play, the beautiful people in the play became pairs, the affection was murmuring, the Kunqu opera was delicate, and he was good at love, and it was a "thing" after this singing became a "love affair", and the prince treated him politely and affectionately on weekdays, and the god of flowers was not deeply involved in the world, and his mind was simple, and the days were long, how not to fall.

I don't know that the dramas in the world are all beautiful fairy tales written by men to women, the romance at the beginning and the happy ending, coaxing women all over the world to believe in love and fate.

She lives in the heart of a Buddha, and everything is not disturbed, and she is ignorant of the world. He is a prince and arrogant, amorous, how can he be trusted for a long time.

Once in the red dust, all fate is wrong, wrong, wrong!