In the year Shaoyi was born, it was rare to have several heavy snowfalls in the winter of Poor Sang City, and the old priests said that this was a good omen, probably meaning that the newly born Feng Jun would bring great changes to Poor Sang City.

What kind of changes will it bring, or a little phoenix Shaoyi doesn't care about these for the time being, he only feels so cold, and subconsciously seeks a soft and warm embrace.

His mother took him into her arms, wrapped him in the softest veil of clouds, and to lull him to sleep, she took a leaf and blew a gentle and clean tune.

It was the first song he heard since he was born, but he never knew the name.

In the darkness and softness of chaos, he had the most wonderful time, his parents were very affectionate, and they would always take him down the passage to the mortal world to play, sometimes to see the mountains and rivers of the mortal world, sometimes to see the joys and sorrows of mortals. When the little phoenix spread its wings and flew into the sky for the first time, he was greeted with countless praises and amazements.

Feng Jun is extremely talented, it is rare to see for several generations, the entire Qingyang clan is shocked, everyone expects him to become the most perfect and glorious emperor in the history of the Qingyang clan, and the gentle pampering and care disappeared overnight, replaced by the very strict requirements of his parents.

That gentle and clean tune, he never heard his mother blow again, she often held his sign and said seriously: Now we have a lot of relationship with the Candle Yin Clan, I heard that their generation was born a little dragon king, and his talent is excellent, and he will not lose to you. I'm afraid that the marriage is difficult for a while, you have to work hard, don't let the Candle Yin clan press on the head of the Qingyang clan.

The five-thousand-year-old Feng Jun couldn't figure out the relationship between the Candle Yin Clan and the Qingyang Clan, and he didn't want to figure it out for the time being, at that time, the wish in his heart was just to travel and play with his parents in the Nether Realm again, but it never came true.

The wonderful time was gone, and Shaoyi thought that they probably didn't love him anymore.

That's okay, he can have fun for himself, a thousand twists and turns, and never treat himself badly, this is his natural nature.

On a quiet night, Shaoyi sneaked out of the poor mulberry city, and went to the nether world to play alone, but the former nether world followed his parents, they knew so many places, but he didn't know any of them, and after three days in the mortal world, Shaoyi sadly found that he was lost.

He was trapped in the reeds and could no longer fly, surrounded by smoke and water, except for the occasional startled sound of water birds, he seemed to be the only one left in the world. Feng Jun, who is five thousand years old, is only a half-old child after all, and carefully wipes away the tears of incompetence with his sleeve.

In that endless smoke covered with reeds, Shaoyi met the Candle Yin clan for the first time.

The pitch-black long car came like a dark cloud, and suddenly stopped in the smoke and water, and the priests of the Candle Yin Clan, wearing Xuanbai Divine Uniforms, said in surprise: "There is a little Qingyang Clan here! Isn't it Fengjun?"

Shaoyi raised his head and saw a child's face about the same age as himself peeking out of the window of the gorgeous long car, his face was strangely pale, as if it was piled up with ice and snow, and he glanced at him haughtily and coldly.

Shaoyi felt that he hated his posture, so he looked away from him.

Emperor Zhongshan and his newly married second lady in the car also looked at him, and the little lady covered her mouth with her sleeve and chuckled: "Why did Feng Jun make such a mess?"

Emperor Zhongshan said lightly: "The two clans have not interacted for a long time, and I can't imagine that the Qingyang clan is so disagreeable, so that Fengjun will fall alone in the lower realm." Pick Feng Jun up in the car, and we will send him back to Poor Sang City. ”

The priests jumped out of the long car to hug him, Shaoyi took two steps back, and slowly shook his head, he seemed to hate these two Candle Yin couples who spoke in a weird way.

Emperor Zhongshan said: "Changyu, you are about the same age as Fengjun, go and invite him to the car." ”

Although the two clans have very little contact, but the Qingyang clan has a talented Fengjun, they still have heard of it, and the dragon monarch and Fengjun on both sides are of the same age, so they will inevitably have some thoughts of comparison.

The little dragon jun named Changyu got off the long car lightly, Shaoyi saw that he was about the same age as himself, but he could play in the lower realm with his parents, he inevitably felt a little envious in his heart, and there was some in his eyes, Changyu smiled happily when he showed weakness, and raised his chin proudly: "Why don't you go quickly?"

Saying that he was going to grab his clothes, Shaoyi flexibly pushed his hand away, his face sank, and he came to grab it again, the two children, you pushed me and dismantled it a few times, the sky suddenly darkened, Changyu moved, the candle yin and white snow fell one after another, Shaoyi gradually felt that his body could not move, and the pair of candle yin couples in the car still looked at the laughter.

Chang Yu grabbed him by the shoulder and said coldly: "Asking you to get in the car is to give you face, and you don't know how to lift." ”

Shaoyi was angry, and he didn't know where to give birth to a divine power, bright flames swept through his body, and pushed him away with force, and suddenly heard his father's voice behind him: "Shaoyi!"

He hurriedly turned around, and saw that the Qingyang clan's long car was left behind, and the anxious parents and priests had already found it.

The mother loved her son, and she didn't care about the entanglement of the two children, so she hurriedly stepped forward and hugged him into her arms: "Are you okay?

Shaoyi suddenly felt an extreme grievance, Xiaolongjun on the other side was about the same age as himself, but he could go out to play with his parents, but he was so strict that it was difficult to even get a smile from them on weekdays. He didn't want to show weakness in front of Changyu, but instead stretched his eyes round and glared at him coldly.

This little dragon monarch watched him being held in his mother's arms, and his face instantly showed a trace of the same envy, but he was also immediately restrained by him.

Emperor Zhongshan got out of the car and called him: "Changyu, come back." ”

He snorted, turned and walked back, pushed away the little lady's hand, and got into the long car alone.

Emperor Zhongshan ignored him, only looked at the Qingyang clan's long car opposite, and his tone was still light: "Qingyang Emperor, although the nether realm is quiet, it is still not good to ask the immature Fengjun to go to the nether realm alone." ”

Shaoyi looked at his father, who had always been highly respected, but only showed a wry smile, and said, "Thank you Emperor Zhongshan for taking care of the dogs." ”

Emperor Zhongshan also got into the car, and said again: "The marriage of this generation will bother Emperor Qingyang, and the Huoyun Realm of Zhongshan is waiting for the princess of the Qingyang clan to move in." ”

The long cloud-like car roared away, Shaoyi quietly watched his father's farewell salute retracted, and then he turned around and held his shoulder heavily, his voice was very low, and he was also helpless: "You also saw it, even if Xiaolongjun injured you today, my father can't do anything for you." ”

After saying that, he patted him on the shoulder again: "Go back, don't sneak down to the realm again." ”

Shaoyi got into the car quietly, let his mother stroke his hair distressedly, and after a long time, he said lightly: "He can't hurt me." ”

It doesn't matter if you can't go back to those wonderful times.

(Zilang Literature)