In the twilight of spring, the sun is setting on Peach Mountain, the scenery is just right, and the two unparalleled immortal monarchs of the Six Realms are standing in front of the pear tree in front of the Yanyu Pavilion.

"King Xiang has a dream, the goddess has no heart, Zhenjun said it really well, but this monarch never believes in heaven and fate."

"I don't believe in it, but there are some things that can be changed by believing it or not."

As if remembering some distant memories, Qingyuan Zhenjun lowered the emotions in his eyes, and his face was pale.

"Hooked Zhenjun remembered the past, and Benjun is here to apologize."

Yun Yao Shenjun, who was still in a firm tone, knew that it was he who caused Qingyuan Zhenjun to recall the past, sins, and sins.

"It's okay, the Divine Monarch doesn't have a heart."

Brushing away the falling flowers in front of him, Qingyuan Zhenjun also brushed away the sadness that spread out of his heart, and when he raised his eyes, he was the peerless god of war who crowned the Three Realms. "In short, Benjun will not give up, after all, thousands of years are a flick of a finger, not bad in this life."

Yun Yao Shenjun casually folded off one of the pear blossoms and threw himself into the fragrance, which made him feel very good.

"Fold flowers and give them to the gentleman, Zhenjun, accept it."

"I have received it."

It was very natural to take the pear blossom of Yunyao Divine Monarch, and Qingyuan Zhenjun raised his sword eyebrows.

"We'll see."

"We'll see."

If there were others present, they would definitely feel that there was something about the two of them, but Yun Yao Shenjun was just a good way to please the future brother-in-law.

As for whether Qingyuan Zhenjun Ling didn't appreciate it, Yun Yao Shenjun didn't care.

"Let's go, Zhenjun, there will be a period later."

The Cloud Divine Monarch rode away in the clouds, and the curtain finally came down on the free tavern that had been noisy for a day.

And Su Xiaoxiao's drunkenness was a full three days.

When she slept this time, she missed the grand occasion when Emperor Yuan Ling issued an edict on his own guilt, and also missed the visit of the nine-tailed fox Ruyan.

Naturally, he also missed the gentleness and sadness of Qingyuan Zhenjun.

On this day, Qingyuan Zhenjun put on a plain white that he hadn't worn for a long time, and the soles of his shoes were stained with the white soil that had fallen on the peach mountain pear.

He returned to the mouth of the Guan River, knelt in front of the Yang family's tomb, and muttered something.

"Mother, Heavenly Dao, is it really impossible to change it?"

"I am seeking kindness now, but without you by my side, I always feel that something is missing......"

Now everything is as he wishes, and there is no better place to be.

Here is the root of his Yang Jian, he was born and grew up in Si, his incense extends here, and his parents and brothers are buried here.

Qingyuan Zhenjun used to hope that this would be the place where he would return to his bones.

Guanjiang, Kunlun, Huayue, Xiqi, the former judicial gods may have the world in their hearts, but in the Three Realms, except for these four places, there is no other place for Qingyuan Zhenjun to care.

For Qingyuan Zhenjun, what pressed on his head was always the elusive Heavenly Dao.

He once had a happy home, his mother was the god of war in the sky, his father was a scholar in cloth in the mortal world, he had an older brother, a younger sister, and an uncle who loved him.

His father and mother taught him to be benevolent and responsible, and he remembered that Qingyuan Zhenjun at that time really thought that the days would flow like this.

But in just one night, the uncle who loved him personally ordered his mother to be captured and pressed under the peach mountain, and his father died at the hands of the heavenly soldiers in order to protect them.

He didn't know why this happened, the days when his family was ruined and his sister hid from the Heavenly Realm was still fresh in his memory, at that time he and Yang Chan depended on each other, and what he was most afraid of was not being caught and tortured by the Heavenly Realm, but his mother and sister suffering.

Seeing them suffering but unable to do anything about it, the most heartfelt is like a knife.

Later, he entered Kunlun to learn art, practiced his skills, and also knew the reason why his uncle killed them, there are only two words: Heavenly Dao.

Qingyuan Zhenjun, who is still a young man, doesn't believe in fate, doesn't believe in heaven, what bullshit heavenly way, he will definitely go against the heavenly way to rescue his mother.

So, he subdued the Heavenly God Axe and split the peach mountain, but he couldn't split the chains of the Heavenly Dao.

On that day, he watched his uncle order the ten golden crows to kill his sister, and he pleaded again and again, but what he got was the end of his mother's soul.

In the end, his mother is gone, he only has revenge and protection of his little sister as support, and the fire in his heart is full of flames of revenge, he carried a magic axe, and directly killed nine golden crows, which are also his nine cousins.

If it weren't for Fairy Chang'e stopping him in time, there would be no more golden crows in the world.

It was also from that moment that a person walked into his heart.

Later, the third sister Yang Chan had the Baolian Lantern and did not need his protection, and she practiced in Kunlun, and she also understood that only great love can resolve everything.

Later, he participated in the Battle of the Gods and became the Heavenly God of Justice, the Golden Flower Prince of the Nine Clouds Palace.

The past passed with the wind, and he finally succumbed to the way of heaven......

And Su Xiaoxiao, who is still drunk in Taoshan, once again dreams of three lives.

It's still that dream.

In the dream, the cold wind was blowing, and a woman danced on a high platform, as if she was performing a sacrificial ceremony.

Looking around, the people gathered on the high platform were all sad, among them were two familiar faces of Su Xiaoxiao, who were the second brother and Canglan Shenjun Yunyao.

"Second brother!"

Su Xiaoxiao called out loudly to Qingyuan Zhenjun, but he did not respond to Su Xiaoxiao, but turned around and handed the book in his hand to Canglan Shenjun Yunyao.

"Uncle Shi."

Teacher? Canglan Shenjun is the second brother's uncle? Isn't that Jiang Ziya? What the hell is going on?

This time, Su Xiaoxiao saw the woman's face clearly, which was the same as herself, but it was more cold and noble.

"Who are you?"

Without waiting for Su Xiaoxiao to ask, the scene in the dream changed again.

It was a April day in the world, Su Xiaoxiao was in a peach blossom forest, thousands of trees and peach blossoms, scattered with the wind, pink flowers rained, men stroked the strings, and women danced in the sea of flowers.

What a couple.

"You guys?"

To Su Xiaoxiao's surprise, the man looked exactly like Yun Yao Shenjun, and the woman was still hers.

As if he didn't hear Su Xiaoxiao's voice, the man just looked at the dancing woman, and his lips opened lightly: "Ruozhi ......"

"Ruozhi? It's the woman's name, but what about him? Is it really Jiang Ziya? ”

Su Xiaoxiao was full of questions, but she didn't know who could solve her doubts.

"Sub-tooth ......"

The woman named Ruozhi also called the man's name, and it was indeed Jiang Ziya who sealed the gods of the world!

But isn't Jiang Ziya married to Ma Zhaodi? What's going on with this Ruozhi girl?

The dream is thousands of times, and it is heavily covered, and there is no answer here, and Su Xiaoxiao is coerced into the next dream.

Here, Su Xiaoxiao vaguely saw a bright red Manzhu Shahua, a blood-yellow river, there seemed to be a bridge on the river, the back of a woman in white, at this moment she finally turned around, revealing a face similar to Su Xiaoxiao, and smiled at the man in front of her.

Such white clothes are better than snow, fluttering clothes, such elegance is peerless, settling people's hearts, and the red lips are lightly opened: "Yunyao, cherish ......"

Déjà vu, smiling, hurried glance, it turned out that he never dared to forget.

"Cloud ......"

One after another, it seems to penetrate ten thousand years of time......

At this time, Su Xiaoxiao was even more puzzled, everything was so unpredictable, who was she, Su Xiaoxiao or someone else?

I don't know when, it snowed heavily in my dream, and the splendor of the mountains and the sky became ice and snow glass in an instant, and without warning, Su Xiaoxiao fell under the white expanse of ice and snow......

"Tiny, wake up!"

"It's been three days, Xiaoxiao, the second brother is coming back soon!"

"Doudou is going to be demolished!"

A call sounded in Su Xiaoxiao's ears, pulling her back from her dream to reality.

Su Xiaoxiao woke up drunk on the third day, the sun was just right, and the breeze was not dry.

In the bed account of the Yanyu Pavilion, Su Xiaoxiao woke up slowly, she rubbed her forehead that was a little throbbing, and felt that she was still in a dream.

Why did you have that dream again?

How could you be so close to Yunya Shenjun in your dream?

What really happened to the War of the Gods back then?

There were too many questions to suppress Su Xiaoxin's head, and she frowned unconsciously, desperately wanting an answer.

"Xiaoxiao, you finally woke up, is there anything uncomfortable?"

Fairy Chang'e probed Su Xiaoxiao's forehead with her hand, and only then stayed in front of her bed, and found that Su Xiaoxiao was sleeping extremely unsteadily, and now that she woke up, she naturally wanted to see if she was unwell.

"No, it's just a dream."

Su Xiaoxiao's tone still had the softness and haze of a hangover, and it was overflowing with maternal love.

"How long did I sleep?"

"Three days."

The Third Virgin Yang Chan was holding a bowl of sweet soup in her hand, which was Su Xiaoxiao's favorite seven points of sweetness.

"So long?"

Su Xiaoxiao didn't expect that she could sleep for so long in one sleep, there are so many things that must be missed!

I have to say that Su Xiaoxiao's guess was very accurate, and after drinking the sweet soup, he listened to the Three Virgins Yang Chan tell about the events that he missed in the past three days.

"How could I miss it! It was my mouth cannon that won the Emperor of Heaven! ”

Su Xiaoxiao regretted not drinking so much wine at the beginning, getting drunk like this, and perfectly missed the time to eat melons.

slapped the bed board with a clanging sound, and Su's little intestines were about to regret it.

Seeing Su Xiaoxiao's distressed appearance, the Third Virgin Yang Chan and Fairy Chang'e glanced at each other, and sure enough, Doudou's demolition was learned from the master.

"By the way, I actually dreamed of ...... with Yun Yao Shenjun"

After venting, Su Xiaoxiao told them about her dream, and she was eager to get an answer.

The Third Virgin Yang Chan nodded Su Xiaoxiao's forehead half-seriously and half-jokingly.

"Isn't it, Xiaoxiao fell in love with Yunyao Shenjun!"

"I think so." Fairy Chang'e also came to echo her, what did Yun Yao Shenjun do for Su Xiaoxiao, don't you like it? I just don't know what Su Xiaoxiao thinks of him.

"Not really! I don't like Yun Yao Zhenjun."

Su Xiaoxiao denied it quickly, her head shook like a rattle, she didn't have that idea about Yun Yao Shenjun at all!

If she wants her to say, the opening of the tavern three days ago was influenced by everyone's gossip, and it subtly infiltrated her dreams.

That is to say, there are thoughts during the day and dreams at night.

"Really?"

"Of course it's true!"

As soon as Su Xiaoxiao's words fell, there was a noise outside the Smoke and Rain Pavilion, as if something had been knocked over.

"Who?"

Su Xiaoxiao hit out with a sharp mana, who dared to trespass on Peach Mountain?