There is a place that has been forgotten by the world or forgotten by the world, there is a village scattered with hundreds of families, where the mountains are ten thousand ravines, and the hemlock covers the sky, where all the beasts compete for dominance, and the flocks of birds are chasing the sun, and there are hundreds of streams shuttling and the fragrance of wild flowers is everywhere.

It is located in the 100,000 mountains in the Void World, and was named Xishan Village by the villagers.

Xishan Village has cut off contact with the outside world, so it does not know its age or the vicissitudes of the outside world. Therefore, there are no corrupt bureaucrats, no unkind businessmen, and here we still stay in the simple age when all people are born equal, and the most glorious concept of labor flows in everyone's blood。

The peaceful Xishan Village is particularly lively today, and the villagers of the whole village are busy early in the morning. The men slaughtered pigs and sheep, chatted about the world, the women cooked and cooked, sang mountain songs, and even the children went up the mountain to pick flower petals with their own bamboo baskets.

All of this is just because Wang Xiaoya, the daughter of Wang Er's family in the east of the village, married Wang Dazhu, the son of Wang Xiaoer's family in the west of the village, today. According to custom, the whole village celebrates the blessing of the newlyweds.

Deep in the mountains to the south, there is a valley of flowers, there are thousands of fragrant flowers growing in the valley, and the whole valley is filled with the fragrance of flowers that drifts with the wind, which is extremely intoxicating.

At this time, in the valley, there are more than ten children with pigtails in their hands, carrying bamboo baskets and shuttling through the sea of flowers to fold petals to prepare for the wedding celebration in the village.

Among them was a boy in an animal skin skirt, with a bamboo basket in his hand gone, chasing a blue finch barefoot among the flowers, shouting as he chased: "Little bird, don't run, you take me to fly with you." ”

The boy's run not only trampled on many flowers, but also spilled the petals picked by several friends.

This boy's name is Ye Yifan, and he is the trick-or-treating king of the village.

"Yifan, don't chase it, you don't look at how small that bird is, how can you be your mount? If you miss the wedding, Grandpa will beat you. The one who spoke was a girl dressed in sackcloth and with a lovely appearance, her name was Ye Hongjiao, and she was the head of the first child in the village.

Ye Yifan didn't stop, and went straight to the blue bird without looking back. Gradually, he ran out of the valley.

An hour passed, and the baskets in the hands of the friends were full of petals, and they all gathered together anxiously waiting for Ye Yifan.

Seeing that time passed quietly, the time of the wedding ceremony was getting closer and closer, but Ye Yifan still did not return. Ye Hongjiao knew that she couldn't wait any longer, and it would be bad if she couldn't catch the wedding. So, she decided to lead everyone back first. Anyway, there is no need to worry that Ye Yifan will be in danger. She knew very well that Ye Yifan was not big, he was very capable, not to mention that Ye Yifan used to stay alone in the mountains and forests all day.

The wedding has already begun.

A bluestone road with a curved stream connects two families in the east and west.

Simple and warm colored flags fluttered densely on both sides of the bluestone road, and the villagers of the whole village gathered together to surround a pulled wedding car. The bottom frame of the wedding car is a wooden bottom plate made by the villagers, and on the wooden car is a sedan chair with red silk on three sides, and the bride sits in the sedan chair and covers her head with a red hijab. Hearing the joy of the villagers, her heart was very steady.

The wedding car was not pulled by animal power, nor was it pulled by a few strong men.

On the contrary, there was only an old man in a red costume with a burning stick tied to his back and a tall hat with the book "Fire Old Man" on his head pulling the cart in front.

And the surrounding villagers also pulled the wedding car back from time to time. In the face of such difficulties from the villagers, although the old man pulling the cart was sweating profusely and exhausted, his face was still full of happy smiles, just because today was his son marrying his wife, and it was his daughter-in-law who was sitting in the cart he pulled.

Although the villagers were busy making tricks on Wang Xiaoer, they didn't stop, and they sang loudly the unique wedding song "Gang Pulls the Car" in Xishan Village.

"Hey, the bride sits in a sedan chair"

"Yo hey, daddy is pulling in front"

"Hey, the mountain is high and the road is far away"

"Yo hey, my father is willing to be a cow and a horse."

"Hey, my daughter-in-law is standing in the kitchen."

"Hey, who wants to burn the fire?"

"Yo hey, my dad immediately sat in the stove room.... ”

A large group of people in a lively atmosphere, the wedding car approached Wang Xiaoer's house step by step.

The groom Wang Dazhu was dressed in a red dress, his face was full of spring, he strode to the wedding car, bowed to his father, and then a princess hugged the bride in the wedding car in his arms and went towards the ancestral hall of heaven and earth.

At this moment, firecrackers rang out, drums played loudly, and the sky sprinkled with flower petals. Everything was so beautiful, so calm.

"Worship heaven and earth!" The master of ceremonies' voice just remembered, and the newlyweds had not yet bowed down. The sky continued to sound like thunder, which frightened the villagers and looked up at the sky.

"Boom", a dragon-like lightning tore through the sky.

It really tore the sky apart, because the villagers all saw a black dot slipping out of the crack in the torn sky, and the black dot was getting bigger and clearer.

The thunder is still there, the lightning is still there, and the black spots in the eyes of the villagers make the clansmen tremble, making most of the villagers puzzled, because the so-called black spots are Ye Yifan riding the legendary Qingluan Immortal Beast to step on the clouds.

Clansman Ye Zhengming's face was pale, his green robe was raised in the wind, his mouth was full of words, his hands were printed with each other, and a strong air flow cut through the sky when it was printed, shooting straight into the crack in the sky.

The strength broke through the sky, and a heart-rending dragon roar shook the Six Realms, and then the sky was sprinkled with red rain, with a hint of blood.

The villagers of Xishan Village all looked proud, standing tall, looking at the clouds, and a majestic arrogance and righteousness pierced the sky.

Qingluan carried Ye Yifan straight down, it turned out that Qingluan's body was full of arrow feathers, and Ye Yifan on his back was also unconscious.

Ye Zhengming rose into the air, stepped to catch up, and slowly landed on the ground with his strength to support the injured Qingluan.

Ye Zhengming hugged the unconscious Ye Yifan and went to the south of the village. Only one sentence was left: "The catastrophe of ten thousand years begins, and the curtain ends on Xishan." ”

The wedding could not be carried out, and the entire village of Nishisugi was enveloped in a miserable atmosphere. But the villagers of Xishan Village are not living as quietly as before.

Their bones were erect, their blood burning, and their eyes were shining. Everyone is like a battle-hardened general, ready for the next moment of war.

Life seems to have faded, survival no longer seems to matter, there is only integrity and courage, they all know what this blood rain portends, and they all know what kind of mission they shoulder.

The mission and disaster of Wanji will befall this pure land in the near future, the tranquility of the village will be broken, and the blood will stain every corner of Xishan Village. No one will be afraid, and in the face of the known future, the fire of the god of war is burning in the hearts of every villager. Just because, the ancestors of the ages ago left a warning, it was a war spirit song.

The anger of the heart has never been quenched,

The arrogance in the bones shocked Wan Yu.

Who cares about the tribulations of the Six Realms,

I fight the sky with pride.

stepping on the sky,

No matter what your billions of heavenly soldiers stand in the way,

I'm only going with a sword.

Qing Jiuyou,

No matter how bad you are,

I conquer the underworld with my war bones.

Guarding the world,

We are not afraid of the demons dancing,

A righteous and pure mortal.

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