The universe is not alone, because it has three thousand worlds. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info one day and the moon shines on four days, which is a small world. A thousand small worlds form a "middle world," and a thousand middle worlds form a "big world." Not all of these 3,000 worlds are real worlds, in fact, there is only one real world, that is, the "cosmic egg" that has returned to chaos, and the others are all "fantasy worlds".

Everything has its own law of development, and this law is the will of the universe, which the world calls "the way of heaven". The emergence of the three thousand worlds is the will of the universe, the way of heaven. Among the three thousand worlds, except for the real world, the other fantasy worlds have their own stages of development, and each world is different. In the silent real world, at a certain moment, the eggshell of the cosmic dome suddenly shone up, like a dot of stars, and each "star" corresponds to a small world. The sparkle on this "eggshell" is only for a moment, indicating that the will of the universe has made some kind of decision, and something has happened.

And people don't realize it yet......

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In September of the nineteenth year of Jian'an, there was a cangluan roaring in the air, which shocked the world. It was beautiful, surrounded by three days, and then disappeared. When everyone on the mainland saw this, they all said that it was auspicious. God said: There is a saint who has come into the world. The next day, the crown prince of the dynasty was born, which seemed to answer the words of the gods. The people of the world suddenly realized that the cry of the cangluan was to welcome the crown prince into the world.

This is the great joy of the dynasty. All of a sudden, the five states of the mainland rejoiced, and the emperor granted amnesty to the world.

However, what no one knows is that on the day of Cangluan's appearance, a baby boy was also born in the palace of Northern Xinjiang Prefecture.

The night is thick, the moon is bright, the breeze is gentle, and it is a great weather.

Inside the door was a woman moaning in pain. Outside the door, the former Prince Duanze and the current King of Northern Xinjiang were anxious.

There was another old man, sitting in the courtyard, drinking tea to the moon, looking at the king of northern Xinjiang with great interest.

"When have you seen your heart anxious? The old man said.

When the king of Northern Xinjiang heard this, he stood still for a moment, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "This is the first time I have opened the world." ”

The jade rabbit hangs high. I don't know how long it took for the woman to stop moaning, but instead the powerful cry of the baby.

The king of Northern Xinjiang was suddenly overjoyed, and before he could react, he suddenly saw that the night sky was unusually bright. When I looked up, I saw that there was a cangluan singing in the air, dancing and dancing, with wings flashing and lighting, and it was a miraculous beauty.

Just as he was out of his mind, the congratulatory voice of the servant came from inside the door: "Congratulations to the prince, the son of the world has been born!"

Not long after, an old woman came out with a swaddling arm of gold silk and red brocade, and said to the king of Beijiang with a smile: "Congratulations to the prince, the little son came to the world safely, and the mother and son are safe!"

The baby in swaddling clothes is round and pink, healthy and cute, and sleeps peacefully with his fingers open.

The king of Northern Xinjiang suddenly smiled, stretched out his fingers, and gently touched the baby's fleshy cheek, his loving father's heart could not be mistaken.

The old man behind him looked at the sky and took out the fortune chart to deduce. After half a ring, he laughed and said: "Cangluan is out, the saint has descended! Congratulations to the prince, who gave birth to a great son!"

The eyes of the king of Northern Xinjiang became softer and softer, but he did not see the slightest joy, but was faintly worried. He carefully took the baby from the old woman's hand, and said lightly: "Come on, this old woman does not care for the son, and it is a great sin to carry the son out of the room on a cold winter night! ”

For a while, dozens of guards poured in outside the courtyard, and before those servants could open their mouths to beg for mercy, they were gagged and pulled out of the courtyard wall.

"You, you, why is this!" the old man shook his head and sighed, disapproving, "You are so indiscriminate, no wonder you have the life to be the crown prince and are incapable of stepping on the throne." Heaven is a good reincarnation, you are accumulating sins. ”

The king of Northern Xinjiang hugged the baby and said indifferently: "The mouth of the dead is the strictest." ”

The old man looked at the swaddling clothes and was silent for a moment.

The incarnation of a saint is a major event in the world, and if he can deduce it, there will be others who deduce it. He is destined to be a "saint", but the path to holiness may be full of thorns. This newly-born baby is considered to be the grandson of the emperor of the previous dynasty, and the bad thing is that the word "former dynasty" is bad, and if such an embarrassing identity is known as a "saint" who lives a precious life, then what awaits this newborn in the future? It must not be a good thing.

He knew what the king of Northern Xinjiang was worried about, so he couldn't stop it, so he had to sigh and say, "That's it." It will take their lives after a hundred days, but this blood will not be counted on the head of Xiao Shizi. ”

When the king of Northern Xinjiang heard this, his eyebrows furrowed, and he immediately said: "I want to kill the person, this person's life should be counted on my head, what does it have to do with my son!"

"Hahaha!" The old man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly laughed: "Didn't you keep saying that you don't believe in karma, why are you so nervous this time? If this son of yours had been born a few years ago, perhaps he would have been able to help you reduce your debts and help you rise to the throne. ”

The king of Beijiang no longer paid attention to the old man, and entered the door with his son in his arms contentedly. There was also his wife, who must have been anxiously waiting for her newborn son.

The old man looked at the closed door, looked up at the sky again, shook his head, and said softly: "The future of the hero is always the end. Cherish this short period of happiness. ”

"My son was born at the end of August, don't forget to give my son a divination!"

"At the end of August, I will do the math to determine which day is the most suitable day to be born......," the old man muttered out of the courtyard.