The world is so big, but I don't know how far it will be.

When the hustle and bustle resumes, the troubled times come, the mountains and rivers are broken, and all the order is wantonly trampled under the iron hoof, someone starts, and someone ends.

But because of this, heroes in troubled times have been created, countless heroes have resounded across the continent, deafening, and countless people have disappeared as dust.

There are touching stories happening in every corner of the Phantom Butterfly Continent, but most of them are buried under the rolling wheels of history.

But there is a legend, but like a spring flower, sprinkled to the whole continent, everyone knows, but whether it is true or not, no one knows, over time, there are various versions of this legend, different statements, it has become a talking point in people's mouths.

"Grandpa the village chief, you should continue to say, what is that legend?" I saw a child in pants, seven or eight years old, with a round face, black rumbling eyes, blinking, and a milky voice. There are two teeth in one mouth.

Not only was he a child, but there were more than a dozen or twenty children sitting around, all of whom were facing the old man sitting on the stone steps with a small face and a red face.

I saw an old man, with white hair and a long beard, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, dressed in cloth clothes and shoes, the blue cloth was white, not good-looking, but clean.

After taking a sip of tea, he took two puffs of dry tobacco unhurriedly, his comfortable eyes narrowed, and he exhaled deeply, and the children around him coughed in smoke.

With a deep gaze, he looked into the distance and said slowly: "A long, long time ago, the heavens and the earth were torn apart, wars broke out, and wherever the war went, there was no grass, and people lived in misery, and the day was shrouded in black smoke, and there was no day.

Suddenly, one day, a meteor crossed by, and the thick black fog was halved by everything, the earth and all things, and the heavens and the earth were rebuilt.

At the same time, a phrase rang in everyone's ears.

Phantom butterflies have been around for thousands of years, breaking out of the cocoon and creating phantom butterflies. The fairy butterfly is flat in the world, and the magic butterfly has no life.

The meteor fell, the sound stopped abruptly, and then above the blue sky, countless immortals appeared out of thin air. ”

The old man's voice was suddenly interrupted, "Immortal, village chief grandfather, what is an immortal?" The one who asked was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, tall and tall, with red lips and white teeth, and his eyes turned straight away, revealing a sense of agility.

The village chief looked at him and said with a smile: "Immortals, they are all immortals with vast magical powers, who can fly in the sky, swim in the soil, and have the ability to move mountains and reclaim the sea." As he spoke, his expression was a little dazed, his eyebrows were furrowed, and he seemed to think of some bad memories.

After hearing this, the young man's eyes were full of stars, and his yearning for worship was overflowing, and he continued to ask: "Then do they really exist? Have you seen them? Can we become immortals like them?"

"Brother Tian, if you have a question, you can ask it privately, we are all waiting for the village chief and grandfather to continue telling the story!" next to the young man was a small fat mound, fleshy, pouting and complaining.

The handsome young man snorted, looked at the children around him pouting, a little embarrassed, scratched his head and said, "Haha, village chief grandpa, you continue, continue." After speaking, he shrank back and was silent.

The village chief smoked a cigarette, looked at him meaningfully, nodded, and continued: "The immortals in the sky flew to various places on the continent to repair the mountains and rivers with great magical powers, the dead trees rejuvenated, the plants and trees grew vigorously, and the earth exuded vitality again.

Subsequently, they used the immortal method to stop the war, save the people, and manage the Phantom Butterfly Continent in an orderly manner, the war was over, peace came, and the immortals disappeared without a trace.

The other statements are much the same, but the sentence has never changed, but unfortunately no one understands. "Speaking of which, it should have ended.

Looking at the young man in front of him, he continued: "I haven't seen an immortal, but if any of you have that chance, you will understand one or two.

Haha, that's all for today, little boys, it's time for lunch, let's all go home and eat. With that, he got up and walked up the stone steps.

ushered in a burst of sighs, and the children looked like they hadn't heard enough, and moved home step by step with sad faces.

Only the young man who was called Brother Tian was still standing in place, looking at the village chief who was lying around, not knowing what he was thinking.

I only listened to the words of the village chief like chanting poetry and singing, "Once I don't know the immortals, I have won the living immortals, mortals think that the immortals are good, only the fake immortals have no real immortals, if they are fake immortals for a lifetime, they would rather be people than immortals." ”

The other children chased after me, hooked shoulders on their backs, and the sound of their words overshadowed everything, but they didn't hear it, only he stood in place, thinking about the deep meaning.

"Brother Tian, Brother Tian, wake up, it's time to go home!" The little chubby mound, who was a head shorter than him, looked like a big potato with a small potato on it.

At this time, he blushed and shouted at the boy.

The young man was startled, then reacted, and said with a smile: "Let's go, I was stunned just now, I was starving, go home and eat!"

With one arm around Fat Dun's shoulder, walking in figure-eight steps, Little Fat Dun hurriedly followed, and the two walked side by side towards the sheep intestine path.

"Does this meteor have anything to do with our Falling Star Village? Hehe, is it an immortal? As he walked, the boy still thought about it from time to time.

This handsome young man, whose real name is Luotian, his parents are forty or fifty years old, and they have children when they are old, so they are named Luotian.

When the sky fell to the ground, the lightning flashed and thundered, the wind and rain were blowing, and a white silkworm cocoon was held in his hand, which made all the villagers secretly amazed.

Some people say that it is an ominous son and a son of disaster, but the two elders understand that this doll is not easy to come by, but it is the meat of their hearts, and they insist on raising it regardless of everyone's rumors.

After more than ten years, ordinary and ordinary, except for his handsome appearance and tall figure, there is no difference, and the villagers are no longer chewing people's ears.

In this Luoxing Village, the people are simple, and some things are not mentioned in the past, and they are treated like a family.

In this way, Xiao Luotian has grown happily in the love of the second elder to the present, sunshine, beauty, and hope are the true portrayal of Luotian's heart.

"Okay, Chubby, you're here, I'm leaving!" walked to the end of the trail, patted Fat Dun's shoulder at the end of the trail, and didn't say much.

Turning around and turning to another place, trotting, the little chubby dun behind him hurriedly waved his hand and shouted: "Goodbye, Brother Tian, you have time to play with me!"

Luotian didn't look back, raised his arms, and disappeared into the cracks in the house.

His family lives at the end of the village, where there are many elderly people, and the prime of life lives in the head of the village, which is convenient for protecting the elderly.

Filial piety comes first, and it has been the purpose of Luoxing Village since ancient times.

"Grandma Li, what about cooking, be careful with your waist!" "Uncle Wang, what about exercising!haha!" "Uncle Zhao, pick things up slowly, don't bump into them!" He ran all the way, and the old man he saw, greeted him cordially, helped him from time to time, and was very polite.

The old people here like him very much, and whoever says he's not good can't do it, and he protects him very much.

Luo Tian grinned, pushed open his door, and shouted, "Daddy, I'm back! Hungry!" For him, there is nothing happier than being at home.

If you insist on saying it, then there is really one thing, that is, the dream of becoming an immortal.

In the courtyard, two gray-haired old men, with wrinkles on their faces, rough skin, sixty or seventy years old, one sitting in a rocking chair smoking a dry cigarette, the other choosing vegetables, I don't know what to say before, with a smile on my face, warm and sweet.

These two elders are the biological parents of Luotian, and they are still grandchildren, but fate is such a coincidence.

When he saw the old man smoking, he immediately put away his smiling face, pretended to be very angry, stepped forward and snatched the dry cigarette, and said angrily: "Dad, didn't you promise me not to smoke?

The old man looked at the young man in front of him, who was much taller than him, his expression was full of love, he didn't care about being argued at all, and he understood that he cared about him.

In addition to being relieved, I am relieved, and I am happy to have this, and I know enough for a lifetime. I couldn't help but smile on my lips, and gradually laughed out loud.

Luo Tian was really angry, turned his head to the old woman who was choosing vegetables, and said coquettishly: "Mother! Look at Dad! It's not a matter of course at all! Body is the most important thing!"

The woman gave the old man a blank look, put down the food in her hand, clapped her hands, and pulled Luo Tian into the house, with a loving gaze, and said, "Tian'er is hungry, right? Let's eat, whoever smokes in this house will have nothing to eat today!"

"Okay! That's it!" "No, old woman, I can't do it if I don't smoke!" the two voices sounded almost at the same time.

The old man outside hurriedly walked to the house, and then laughter spread from the house to the courtyard, what an enviable family.

This is the place where he was born and raised, and the old man in front of him is his parents who brought him up with hard work, but a few years ago he felt that his family was different from others.

Time passed little by little, his parents were getting older and faster, and he was powerless and anxious when he was young, until he heard what the immortals said.

He was so eager to find the immortal, he just hoped that his parents could be young and watch him grow up.