In the early morning of the next day, a round of the morning sun came from the end of the east with red cheeks like a twenty-eight girl.

With a flick of the jade fingers, the glow of the sun was ten thousand paths, and the golden rays shone mischievously through the thick clouds, surging into the arms of Mother Earth like a tide.

It rained heavily overnight.

The flowers and trees on both sides of the thatched hut seem to have been washed away, and the grass stretches its waist, and under the breeze, it comfortably releases the rain of the night.

In the open space not far from the thatched hut grows a willow tree about four meters high, the tender green willow is shining with a crystal luster, and the thousands of willow silks are as shiny and dazzling as hair.

As far as the eye can see, the thatched hut is surrounded by a bright green, showing full color.

To the left of the hut is a winding path with potholes and muddy rainwater. The air smells of rain, and the dreariness is mixed with a hint of moisture.

There was a crunching ......sound, and the wooden door of the thatched hut was opened from the inside, and a middle-aged man with a straight nose and a square mouth and long eyebrows walked out of it.

After the rain, the cold wind of the dry tide rushed through the cracks, and the wind whimpered, and the cold breath was rampaging through the broken house.

In the center of the hut is a wooden bed.

A middle-aged woman with a beautiful face and charm still lies quietly on the mattress, her beautiful eyes are closed, and her body is covered with a layer of gray-white quilt.

The sunlight reflected on the woman's face through the gap above the hut, and faintly two lines of dry tears hung from either side of her cheeks.

At this time, her delicate body had become stiff, and her black and messy hair was gently wandering under the cold wind, as if telling some kind of faint sadness.

At the last moment, this great mother used her last strength to protect her newborn baby, and then passed away.

"Babble, babble......".

The crisp voice of the baby was as graceful as that of a yellow bird, and it was not loud, but it broke the peace around the hut.

Xuan Chun's eyes were red, he cried for most of the night, and the whole person seemed to have lost all his spirit.

The man has tears and does not flick, but he has not reached the depths of love.

Last night, after the colorful glow swept into the hut with a strong wind, his wife, Xiao Yu'er, gave birth to the baby in his arms.

At the same time, Xiao Yuer also died of excessive blood loss.

"Xuanjia boy, the festival mourns and changes, this is a piece of silk that Yu'er gave to the old body before she died, you take it, I will find someone to let Yu'er enter the ground. ”

An old woman sat up tremblingly from a small bed in the room, her silver hair fluttering in the wind, and a faint sadness on her face.

She walked to Xuan Chun's side with difficulty with a peachwood cane, and handed a blue-gray silk to him.

Then he glanced at the woman lying on the mattress, her shriveled lips squirming a few times, as if she wanted to say something, but she swallowed it back raw.

"Thank you, Mother-in-law, if it weren't for you, my son wouldn't have been able to come into the world in peace. ”

Xuan Chun flashed open the door, hugged the baby in his arms with one hand, and gently supported the old woman with the other, allowing her to step through the ditch next to the door.

"Xuanjia boy, life and death have a fate, wealth is in the sky, people can't be resurrected after death, the dead sleep forever, the living should be self-reliant, and the old body can only help this."

After speaking, the old woman staggered out of the door with a peachwood cane.

Stomp ......

The old woman walked very slowly, Xuan Chun did not go out to see each other, and the baby was just born on the first day, so she could not be attacked by the cold wind.

He leaned against the door and watched the old woman leave.

"One death and one life" is already the best ending for ordinary people like him who live at the bottom of the Shenlong Empire.

The eastern part of the village where Xuanchun is located is a vast red leaf forest, hence the name of the village, called Red Leaf Village.

Red Leaf Village is located on the eastern frontier of the Shenlong Empire, and a hundred miles further east is the nearby Great Qi Empire.

Although there are only 100 households in the village, it is said to have a history of hundreds of years.

Xuan Chun and Wang Po are the closest to each other, so when his wife was about to give birth, he braved the heavy rain and carried Wang Po to his home in time.

After that, there is the previous story.

Most of the people in the village are poor.

Xuanchun's family is even more destitute.

He had no complaints about Wang Po in his heart, although the latter was old, he had experienced vicissitudes of life, delivered newborns for countless families, and was the most famous midwife in the village within a radius of dozens of miles.

It is said that even Xuan Chun himself was delivered by Wang Po herself.

Time passed little by little, the morning sun gradually climbed high in the sky, and the golden sunlight gradually became much warmer.

It wasn't until Wang Po's figure disappeared around the corner of the path that Xuan Chun withdrew his gaze and looked down at the baby in his arms.

Babbling babbling......

The baby felt his father's gaze, and his mouth kept babbling crisply, his watery little eyes stared at Xuanchun's cheeks without blinking, and his little hands were open as if he wanted to hug.

"Wu'er is really very human, and he can be so well-behaved and spiritual when he is born. Huh? This ...... It's!"

A sincere smile appeared on Xuan Chun's face, and suddenly, his gaze stayed on the palm of the baby's right hand, his pupils contracted sharply, and he exclaimed in disbelief.

"How can there be a black mole in the palm of my hand! It is shaped like a round stone, and it is dark inside, and it is born with a black stone in his hand, it is difficult, is it true that Wu'er is really the reincarnation of a demon......

Due to extreme nervousness, Xuan Chun stumbled back several steps one after another.

After a long time.

He tried his best to calm down, his pupils gradually slowed down, his broad palm rubbed the baby's tender white cheeks, and kept muttering in his heart: Wu'er is not a demon, not a demon......

The black mole on the baby's palm reminded him of a legend told to him by an old man in a neighboring village:

Hundreds of years ago, when the Shenlong Empire was first established, the emperor had a young son named Jin Feng, who was also born with a black stone in his hand.

When Jin Feng grew up, he was dissatisfied with his brother's succession to the throne of the emperor, and colluded with foreign demons to disrupt the dynasty, causing the people of the empire to be displaced.

Ten years later, the prince Jin Feng was beheaded by an immortal who went out to search for a trip to the Jinluan Palace, and thus this unprecedented imperial turmoil was quelled.

Because of this, the prince Jin Feng was regarded by the people as an evil spirit who was in the same stream with the demons and demons, and the black mole in his palm was regarded as the root of all evil.

"Wu'er is by no means the reincarnation of an evil demon!"

Xuan Chun almost used all his strength and shouted at the sky.

Then, with a hoarse throat, he caressed the baby's cheek with his palm, and whispered to himself.

Yu'er said that when she was about to give birth, she vaguely saw a five-clawed golden dragon stepping on the glow of the sun, riding a whirlwind to enter, and then you came into the world safely. In this case, the father has chosen a name for you: Xuanfeng!"

There was a bird's nest between the dead branches above the hut, and two magpies were curled up and hiding in it.

Xuan Chun's roar just now frightened the two magpie birds into a panic, flapped their wings, and rushed out quickly.

"Babble, babble......".

The baby didn't seem to be frightened in any way, with a shallow smile on his fleshy little face, and his two little hands scratched in the air, giggling and laughing.

The crisp sound echoed in the hut for a long time.

The golden sunlight exuded a refreshing scent, pierced through the clouds, bypassed the cracks between the wickers, and finally landed on the baby's little pink face.

Looking at the smile on the corner of the baby's mouth, Xuan Chun also showed a sincere smile on his face.

"Hurry, hurry, Brother Chun's wife has passed away suddenly, and we must let her be buried as soon as possible. ”

There was a messy sound outside the door, mixed with hurried footsteps, and it was clear that a lot of people were rushing towards the place.

Bang Bang Bang ......

The sound of the soles of the feet hitting the puddles of water came like the wind.

Xuan Chun hurriedly stabilized his figure, he took out the gray-white silk that Xiao Yu'er left for Wang Po when she was dying, and quickly wrapped it around the baby's right hand.

He could not make people see the black mole on the baby's right hand.

There are often legends of immortals, demons, demons and the like in the Shenlong Empire, and civilians like them who live at the bottom of the empire are most afraid of provoking some unclean things.

If the black mole in Xuan Feng's hand is discovered, it will definitely be taken by other villagers to be burned at the stake.

"Brother Chun, we're coming. ”

"Brother Xuanchun, this is your son! this little looks like a sister-in-law......."

"Wang Ergou, what are you talking about, get out of the way! Brother Chun, people can't be resurrected after death, and the festival mourns and changes. ”

"Yes, the festival mourning is changing, now it's summer, it's the rainy season, without further ado, let's let my sister-in-law settle in the ground first!"

......

As soon as the seven or eight middle-aged men entered the door, they comforted Xuan Chun with a gossip.

Looking at these playmates in front of him, Xuan Chun's heart was as if he had played a five-flavor bottle, and he was bitter.

He couldn't tell them about Xuanfeng's holding of a black mole.

In the end, he secretly made up his mind in his heart and said: After the burial of Yu'er, I will take Xuanfeng away from the village and choose a place to live in the red leaf forest in the east of the village.

"Thank you brothers, Xuan Chun has nothing to repay, please accept the big brother's worship!"

As soon as Xuan Chun's voice fell, his legs fell heavily to the ground.

This frightened the crowd who came.

It is an ancient saying that men have gold under their knees, and even poor commoners will not kneel down to others easily.

"Brother Xuanchun, what are you doing, hurry up!"

"Ergou, Da Zhuang, quickly help Brother Chun up!"

......

Everyone panicked, and in the panic, a middle-aged man found the gray-white silk wrapped around Xuanfeng's small hand, and said.

"Brother Chun, why are you tying a strip of cloth to the child. ”

"It's ......".

"Wang Ergou, what are you doing so much! Hurry up and help the eldest brother up, we have to let the sister-in-law enter the ground as soon as possible. ”

Xuan Chun was shocked when he heard this, and a cold sweat broke out on his back, if it wasn't for another middle-aged man to relieve him, he didn't know how to answer.

Seven or eight big men walked into the hut and removed everything around the mattress.

Four of the middle-aged men each carried a corner of the wooden bed, and after shouting in unison, the four of them put the wooden bed on their shoulders.