The peach is dying, scorching its bloom, the color of the weed, and the fireworks of the world.

The cool mountain breeze blew through the large peach blossom forests in the valley, making a rustling sound.

This place is called Jiuli Peach Blossom Spring, which is a mysterious place in the Cloud Desolate Continent of the Nine Heavens World.

In the meantime, tens of thousands of peach blossom trees are in full bloom, and with the spring breeze raising pieces of pink petals, such as smoke and rain, such as wind and smoke, like poetry and wine.

In the depths of this peach blossom garden, on a bluestone paved with pink petals, sat a woman in a white gauze robe, bowing her head and stroking the piano.

With the breeze, pink petals fell on her hair, shoulders, fingers, strings.

A head of black hair was curled into a snake bun on the top of his head, and the green silk like a waterfall behind him fluttered lightly in the wind.

The woman looked up, and a thin veil just enough to cover half of her stunningly beautiful face.

The exposed eyebrows are delicate and beautiful, and the delicate eyes are matched with willow-like eyebrows, and when you look closer, the face under the tulle can dim the color of the ten thousand peach blossom trees between the world and the earth in an instant.

It's like a flawless woman in a painting, walking out.

Take off the veil, this is a peach blossom fairy!

A high song, ethereal and clear.

"The peach is dying, scorching its bloom. The son is home, and it is appropriate for his family to ......"

Do you think this is my Master?

No!

This is someone else's master.

……

Do it all over again!

In the depths of this peach blossom source, on a bluestone paved with pink petals, a middle-aged woman in coarse cloth clothes sits, chopping wood with her bare hands.

With the breeze, the pink petals fell on her hair, on her shoulders, on her fingers, and on her firewood.

A head of black hair was hastily pulled into a bun on the top of her head, and the strands of hair that spread out behind her were combed by the breeze.

The middle-aged woman looked up, and a thin veil coincidentally covered half of her face.

The exposed eyebrows and eyes were extremely tacky, and the bloated eye bubbles matched the sparse eyebrows, and when I looked closer, the face under the tulle was covered with dense spots.

It is like a white flour cake, sprinkled with seven or eight white sesame seeds.

Take off the veil, this is an ugly girl!

A roar shook the heavens and the earth.

"You dead girls, if you don't work anymore, no one will eat lunch!"

This is my master.

Not far away, bathed in the rain of the same pink petals, there is a woman in a light aqua green dress, lying idly on a thin peach blossom branch.

The flower branches are the beds, the elbows are the pillows, and the heavens and the earth are all the domes.

The breeze is blowing, the flowers are swaying, and the woman seems to swing.

The white tender fingers carried a delicate wine jug, squinted his eyes, and drank with heaven and earth.

The peach blossom petals scattered on her, the woman tilted her head slightly, lightly opened her lips, and a silver bell-like laughter came pleasantly:

"Come and taste this wine, for you will be drunk."

Do you think this is my second senior sister?

No!

This is someone else's second senior sister.

……

Do it all over again!

Not far away, bathed in a rain of equally pink petals, there was a bloated woman in a green dress, laboriously lying on her back on a thick peach blossom tree trunk.

The branches of the trees are the beds that want to be broken, the elbows are bent to make pillows, and the heavens and the earth are cages.

In the breeze, the branches swayed, and the woman seemed to be crumbling.

The white fat fingers clutched a greasy roast chicken thigh, squinted his eyes, and gulped between heaven and earth.

The peach blossom petals scattered on her, the woman tilted her head slightly, lightly opened the pig's lips, and a barbell-like scream came harshly:

"Come and help me down, this branch is about to break!"

This is my second senior sister.

The flower rain was silent, and I saw two women in the depths of the peach blossoms, whirling and dancing in between.

A woman is petite, wearing a rose-red coat, combing a double bun, her eyebrows are delicate and bright, but there is a trace of childishness lingering.

Holding two short blades, her figure tossed and turned, carefully dealing with the three-foot Qingfeng that was constantly attacking her in the hands of another woman.

The other woman in the middle was dressed in a water blue dress, with neat shoulder-length short hair without too much modification, and the three-foot Qingfeng in her hand was the master.

The two women swirl and dance swords in the clearing, and every move is a perfect picture.

Farther away, you can still hear the laughter of the two women.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, and the third senior sister's swordsmanship has improved again."

"Haha, little junior sister, admit it!"

Do you think this is my third senior sister and junior sister?

No!

This is someone else's third senior sister and little junior sister.

……

Do it all over again!

Hua Yu was silent, and saw two women in the depths of the peach blossoms, entangled and playing.

A woman is petite, her sleeves have been torn off in a rose-red coat, her hair has been broken up, her eyebrows are restless and unwilling, and a trace of anger lingers in it.

With his left hand clenched into a fist and his right hand clawed, he unscrupulously tore at the thin veil on the other woman's chest.

In the meantime, another woman was wearing a water blue dress and being torn by the petite woman in front of her, pulling the hair of the woman in front of her with one hand, and desperately protecting the veil on her chest from being torn off with the other.

The two women were tearing and playing in the clearing, their faces hideous and no image at all.

Far away, you can hear the roars of the two women.

"Who gave you the guts to steal my dirty clothes!"

"Wear it, wear it, you have the ability to take it off!"

This is my third senior sister and little junior sister.

Between the green mountains and green waters, among the peach blossoms, there is an ancient abode with white walls and green tiles.

The pavilion of the phoenix dancing and welcoming the sun, the platform bathing in the wind and rain, the towering building, and the pavilion of carved beams and painted pillars.

Everyone has their own side of the world, whether luxurious or elegant, they are all with themselves.

There are flowers blooming in tight clusters in front, and there is a wheat field lotus fragrance in the back.

Do you think this is our home?

No!

It's someone else's home.

……

Do it all over again!

Between the green mountains and green waters, among the peach blossoms, a cave was smashed as a shelter from the wind and rain.

The pavilion where the phoenix dances and welcomes the glow, the platform that bathes in the wind and rain, the towering building, and the pavilion that carves beams and painted pillars are all gone.

Everyone has their own cave, dull or narrow, all according to themselves.

In summer, it is sheltered from the wind and keeps warm, and in winter, it is transparent and cool, and the north wind is cool.

This is our home.

In the kitchen, a pair of plain hands with purple cuffs are deftly holding a knife to cut vegetables.

A faint fragrance came, and it was the fat carp stewed in the small pot beside him.

Lift the lid of the pot, hold a silver spoon, scoop up a spoonful of piping hot milky white soup, the mouth is delicious.

Lifting the corners of the purple skirt, raising his fair face, a pair of dexterous fox eyes raised slightly, turned to the outside of the kitchen and whispered:

"Senior sister, your stewed fish soup is really delicious!"

Do you think it's me?

No!

It's someone else!

……

Do it all over again!

In the kitchen, a pair of plain hands with purple cuffs clumsily chopping vegetables with knives.

There was a commotion, and it was the carp that was in the small pot beside him.

Lifting the lid of the pot, holding a silver spoon, scooping up a spoonful of cold clear soup with little water, the taste is pungent in the mouth.

Lifting the corners of the purple skirt, raising the white face, a pair of dexterous fox eyes raised slightly, turned to the outside of the kitchen and roared loudly:

"Senior sister! Who lied to you that live fish had to be drowned to be delicious! ”

That's who I am.

It is such a valley where my master, the second senior sister, the third senior sister, the little junior sister and me, the six of us.

Forehead......

Master, Second Senior Sister, Third Senior Sister, Little Senior Sister, I.

One, two, three, four, five.

Forehead......

In such a valley, there lived my master, the second senior sister, the third senior sister, the junior sister and me, five or six of us.

We live in seclusion in this peach blossom paradise, shamelessly consuming Master's own private collection of gold and silver all day long to provide for our daily needs.

Finally, one day, Master got angry, and she turned her box upside down, declared us completely bankrupt, and forced us sisters to go down the mountain in three months to sell peaches to make money.

However, Master seems to have forgotten.

My sisters and I haven't been to the outside world since we came to this valley.

This time we went down the mountain, it was like throwing fish into the sea, birds flying into the sky, and horses out of the steppe.

I think that's where our story begins.

My name is Murong Yue, and I am the fourth in the list of several junior sisters.

Because the master's surname is Ye, following the master's surname, he was given the name Ye Xiaosi by the master.

Like the rest of the sisters, I don't remember when we started to be in this valley, or what kind of life we lived before we got together.

Master never mentioned it to us, so we didn't dare to ask more.

Occasionally, on a moonlit and starry night, when Master was drunk alone, he would stare at us with a blurred gaze and words in his mouth, telling each of us about our past and present lives.

Perhaps there are some fragmentary memories of the past, which is what life was before we came into this world.

Or maybe it's just another world, and we're living a different life than we are now.

So, please be ready to accompany me on this journey through the troubled waters of this world.

And be ready to fight with me in the sky, the earth, and the air.

Hehe, with that said, do you think this is a first-person novel?

No!

From the next chapter onwards, it's in the third person!

Haha, do you think this is an ancient dialect novel from beginning to end?

No!

I'll write a modern passage in the next volume!

Hehe, on the thief ship, do you still want to jump ship?

Ay?

How do I feel like I've forgotten something?

……

Night fell quietly, and the disc-like moon hung in the deep blue night sky, smearing everything in the peach blossom forest with clear silver moonlight.

In the depths of Taoyuan, in a corner not far from everyone's cave house, a small boxy thatched house was built.

At this time, there was a girl with a melon seed face squatting in the thatched hut.

One hand supports his chin, and he pouts a kiss-shaped little mouth angrily.

The other hand kept groping for small pebbles on the ground, striking them on the wooden wall of the thatched hut one by one, and then said:

"Damn Murong Yue."

"Damn Murong Yue."

……

In my sleep, I sat up suddenly, and the cold wind blew in through the door, blowing away the green threads on my head.

I slapped my forehead hard.

Depend on!

Oops!

The elder sister is still in the latrine!

Well, I'm not right, counting the number of people in the valley at noon.

It turned out that I promised to send toilet paper to the senior sister who went to the toilet in the morning, but I forgot about it......