There Are Peach Blossoms

Xuan Miao was reincarnated. The master said that she still had one final catastrophe before she could become the co-owner of heaven and earth. While crossing the Wangchuan River, she saw a strange man in red on the Naihe Bridge. The little ghost rowing the boat told her: That is the Lord of Flowers, the God of Flowers who is feared by the three worlds. He has been waiting here for nearly a hundred years for someone unknown, and even the stagnant waters of the Forgotten River have blossomed. A quick glance and forgotten in another life. Xuanmiao was reincarnated as Li Xuanmiao in Lijia Village, Lijia Town. One day, she found that the peach blossom tree in her yard began to speak. Later, a handsome young man flew down from the tree. The young man said that he was her future husband. —————— Xuan Miao fell in love with Xin Yanjun, who always wore red clothes. Waiting happily to grow up and marry him. But the closer the time came, the more painful she felt on her seventh rib. This is a disease that has been present since birth. But for some reason the pain got worse. Until one day she met an immortal, She is the legendary Ruizhu Fairy, There is a saying in the world that when you give birth to a girl, you should worship the Ruizhu Immortal, who will be pure and exquisite. The immortal said that her illness could be eradicated. He took her to Ruizhu Temple, The incense in the temple is swaying, and the fairy lanterns are ever-burning. The vermilion threshold in front of the temple is stepped on by thousands of people and stepped by tens of thousands of people. Xuan Miao stopped, Touching my waist, which suddenly hurts so hard, Looking weird, Oh, that's her seventh rib. Her ribs were slapped by her Xin Yanjun thousands of years ago, Made the threshold in front of the woman's temple. —— Xuan Miao woke up. Xuan Miao turned into the co-lord of heaven and earth and disappeared. Everything is her, everything is not her. —— Xin Yanjun can't find his Xuan Miao. - "You still can't forget her?" - "I should have forgotten, but I can't help but think of her." — "You think so?" - "It doesn't matter. I think about it when the flowers bloom, I think about it when it fades, I think about it when I'm drunk, and I think about it especially when it's dark and there's no one around." Intention: Sincerity for sincerity