On the vast continent.

In the Honghuang era, there were many gods, and these gods came from the Honghuang clan, among which the Qingdi was quite famous. Qingdi is the god of spring who is in charge of all the plants and trees in the world, and his city is naturally called Qingcheng.

That year, the spring breeze was in the south of the Yangtze River, and the young man came to the green.

"Childe, you wait for me!" a young man who looked like a scholar panted and followed a horse, his forehead covered with sweat.

On top of the steed sat an elegant man dressed in white, with a golden sword hanging from his waist.

"Ah Bai, hurry up, if you miss the Hundred Flowers Meeting of the Blue Emperor, I can't spare you. The handsome boy said with a smile, "I have Sumeru flowers in my hand, and this time I will have a hundred flowers, and I must get the Chang'e fairy." ”

The scholar smiled bitterly and said, "Childe, we are a human race, go to the place where the ancestors of the flood wilderness will participate in the Hundred Flowers Meeting."

"What about the human race?" this son was quite proud, "Although the ancestors of the Hong Wilderness are noble, the sword of the Son of Heaven in my hand is not soft!"

At this point, the scholar was silent. He knows very well how strong his son is, three days ago, Sumeru Mountain ushered in the 1.2 million year Sumeru flower bloom, his son held the sword of the Son of Heaven, fought a bloody way among countless heroes and heroes, personally captured the most beautiful Sumeru flower in the world, and preserved it with the magic weapon Xuantian Hanyu.

As for the piece of Xuantian Cold Jade, it was taken by his son-in-law half a year ago, fighting with a sword, traveling thousands of miles alone, and killing the Cold Jade Demon King on the North Pole. In that battle, it was earth-shattering, crying ghosts and gods, and the son who was holding the sword of the Son of Heaven used the cultivation of the six heavens of the heavenly realm to kill the cold jade demon king of the nine heavens of the heavenly realm.

All the way around the horse's hooves, the young man came to Qingcheng.

The Hundred Flowers Festival is held once every thousand years, and every time there will be young heroes from all over the world gathered in Qingcheng, and each of them brings a flower. The Green Emperor would select the young man with the most beautiful flowers and give him the title of a hundred dandies.

But this time it's a little different, the first beauty of the wilderness, Fairy Chang'e, also came to Qingcheng, it is said that as long as anyone can win the title of Hundred Playboys this time, they can get the favor of Fairy Chang'e. So there were too many people who came, and Xingtian, the descendants, Kuafu and others among the ancestors of the flood wilderness actually came, wanting to compete for Fairy Chang'e.

"It's finally here, this is Qingcheng. Childe Lerma looked at the vast city with joy.

Outside the city gates, there were guards.

"Who's coming? I don't think you're from our Flood Clan, are you?" the guard snapped.

The Honghuang clan is proud and arrogant, and has a natural contempt for the human race, this race born under Nuwa Niangniang is nothing more than a pig and a dog in their eyes.

"That's right, I'm from the Terran race, my name is Haotian, you should have heard of it, right?" Childe smiled, his smile as bright as a spring breeze.

"Haotian?" the guard sneered, "I'm sorry, I haven't heard of it." How could we have heard of the despicable people of the Terrans?"

Childe's face changed.

"Childe, don't come. The scholar on the side, Ah Bai, muttered.

But Childe was not angry, as proud as him, but said lightly: "Whether you have heard of it or not, I am here to participate in the Hundred Flowers Festival today." ”

"What? The people of the Terran race also want to participate in the Hundred Flowers Festival of our Honghuang Clan?" the guard seemed to have heard a big joke, "Ha Lu Ha Ha What are you kidding! Is it up to you to still want to get the favor of Fairy Chang'e?" Or obediently go back to your cave to drill wood for fire, Ha Lu Ha!"

The guards around them were all laughing.

Childe's face was as cold as frost. The scholar on the side, A Bai, knew what would happen once Childe's face became like this.

Then, blood, covered the gates of Qingcheng.

"It's a big deal! The untouchables of the Terran race are coming!"

"Hurry up and report to Lord Qingdi!"

Subsequently, the Blue Emperor in the city rushed out with his subordinates. Even Hou Yi, Xingtian, Kuafu and others also rushed out, and at this time, it was definitely the time to attract the attention of Fairy Chang'e.

The young man, holding the sword of the Son of Heaven, faced many masters of the Honghuang clan.

"Terran boy, I need an explanation. The majestic Qingdi looked at the young man in front of him.

"Because of dignity. Childe only replied one sentence.

"Kill him!"

"The untouchables of the human race dare to offend our Honghuang clan!"

"Such a pariah, you must die!"

"Let's go up and kill him!"

The surrounding Honghuang ancestors shouted, in their eyes, the noble Honghuang clan was killed by the human race, which was simply an intolerable thing. Hou Yi, Kuafu, Xingtian and others have already taken out weapons and are eager to try.

Childe looked coldly at the people around him, and his heart suddenly felt a kind of loneliness. Yes, among the human race, he is a genius, he is a hero, and wherever he goes, he is respected and worshipped.

But in the eyes of the Honghuang clan, he was no different from other lowly human races.

"Forget it, let him go. The Qing Emperor sighed, "The Hundred Flowers will be soon, so don't get more blood." ”

The prestige of the Qing Emperor is very high, even if others are dissatisfied, they can only listen to him. Emperor Qing glanced at Gongzi and said, "You go, I don't want to take your life." ”

Childe didn't leave, but said: "I'm here to participate in the Hundred Flowers Meeting, if I don't participate in this Hundred Flowers Meeting, then I won't be at ease in my life." ”

The surrounding Honghuang ancestors sneered and looked at Gongzi, the Hundred Flowers Meeting of the Honghuang ancestors is also a lowly human race can participate?

"Yes, then you take out your flowers!" Hou Yi on the side suddenly shouted.

Gongzi glanced at Hou Yi and took out a piece of Xuantian cold jade from his hand, and on top of the cold jade, there was a flower.

The spring breeze stays, and the world is lightless!

The beauty of this flower exhausts all the miracles of the world, and there are 999 petals, each of which is a gift from God. Everyone lost their minds for a moment, and no one thought that there were such beautiful flowers in the world.

"This flower is beautiful. ”

A gentle voice sounded, and Fairy Chang'e, dressed in palace clothes, floated in with broken steps.

Sumeru flowers, Chang'e fairies, two of the most beautiful things in the world appear together.

"Sumeru flowers?" the Blue Emperor suddenly said, "You are Haotian?"

"Yes. Childe replied.

"You can go. Qingdi said.

"For what?"

"Because there is too much blood on this flower. If I'm not mistaken, a few days ago, in the Sumeru flower dispute on Mount Meru, you killed more than 30,000 people by yourself, and the blood flowed like a river, and you forcibly captured the Sumeru flower. ”

"That's right, it's me. Childe said, "What I want, no one in the world can stop me." ”

"So you've already lost. The Green Emperor said, "The beauty that is exchanged for life and blood will never win the Hundred Flowers Society." ”

After speaking, the Qing Emperor turned around and left, and the other Honghuang ancestors just glanced at Gongzi coldly and left.

At the city gate, only Childe and his scholar were left waiting alone.

"Childe" the scholar quietly asked, "Shall we go?"

"Ah Bai, do you think the Sumeru flower is beautiful?" Childe suddenly asked.

"Beautiful! Childe thinks it's beautiful, then it's beautiful!"

"But why doesn't the Qing Emperor admit it?"

"I don't know about that. ”

As soon as Childe stretched out his hand, he directly crushed the Xuantian Cold Jade, and the Sumeru flower, which had lost the protection of the Cold Jade, turned into a withered gray-white flower almost instantly, and could no longer be linked to beauty.

"What are you doing this for?" said Fairy Chang'e's voice again.

Childe turned his head and saw Fairy Chang'e walking towards him.

"Because I've already lost. Childe just said coldly, he looked at Fairy Chang'e, "Fairy Chang'e, you wait, one day, you will be mine!"

What he is doing is not for the beauty of Fairy Chang'e, but for his own dignity and his own paranoia.

So after the last day, Haotian still left, and he left a poem outside the gate of Qingcheng. ”

"What poem?"

"You come with me?"

The black-haired and silver-eyebrowed demon king, followed the woodcutter-like old man to the gate of Qingcheng, which had long been turned into ruins.

This old man, with white hair, dressed in shabby cloth, with an old axe pinned to his waist, and a load of firewood on his shoulder, looked no different from an ordinary old woodcutter. But Renekton knew that he couldn't see through this old man's cultivation at all, such a hidden master was not uncommon in the Three Realms, especially in such an area far away from the core of the Three Realms.

"Look here. The old man walked up to a huge broken stone and reached out to wipe the dust from it, revealing a line of words.

Renekton stepped forward, and suddenly felt an astonishing sharp edge coming from the broken stone, this sword qi was still full of fierceness after a million years.

"What an amazing sword aura!" Renekton couldn't help but sigh.

The old man sighed and said, "Only people who are extremely obsessed can leave such an extremely deep sword qi that will not be dispersed for millions of years. ”

Renekton looked at the broken stone and revealed a line of poetry:

Thousands of years of bitter cold Sumeru planting, it is difficult to expect a few people to come.

If I am the Green Emperor in his year, I will report that the peach blossoms will bloom together.

This poem was left by Haotian back then. The old man said slowly, "At the beginning of a hundred flower meeting, Fairy Chang'e chose a mate, and everyone in the world knew about the incident between Fairy Chang'e and Hou Yi, but they didn't know that Fairy Chang'e and another person had formed a bad fate. ”

"This evil fate, in the end, turned into a disaster for the entire flood famine. ”

"Why?"

"Haotian was born among the human race, and he has never encountered a defeat since he came out of the mountain, and everywhere he went, everyone bowed his head, but he was humiliated in Qingcheng. For the so-called dignity and so-called obsession in his heart, he threw himself into the command of Yuan Shi Tianzun and became part of Yuan Shi Tianzun's flood plan. ”

"Haotian God, destroy the flood and desolation clan, and destroy the demon kingdom, in order to let the human race dominate the Three Realms. In the end, he really succeeded. The old man took out a dry tobacco pouch and smoked it, "It's been a million years, it's been a long time." ”

"I can't believe you when you say that Haotian is dead. The old man sighed and spat out a puff of smoke.

Renekton looked at the poems left by God Haotian millions of years ago, and asked slowly: "Then Haotian and Chang'e, what happened to the end? Why did Fairy Chang'e become a saint, and Haotian God fought against Yuan Shi Tianzun?"