Qilian, the God of Swaggering Mountain, could not tell the difference between east, west and north. He could not find his way home after traveling for hundreds of years.
Until a mist tree grew in front of my house.
Yuejian is the first misty valley tree on Zhaoyao Mountain.
That day, she faced the slightly cold spring light, stretched her branches, and met Qilian's smiling eyes.
"Today is the fifteenth, so please call me Yue Jian."
"There is no night on Zhaoyao Mountain, and the moon has not been seen since ancient times. From now on, you will be the moon on Zhaoyao Mountain."
As he spoke, he broke off a small section of a branch, carefully strung it with a red string, and tied it around his waist.
The branches of the valley are glowing with a faint brilliance.
Qilian reflected the laurel trees in full bloom all over the mountain, and his voice was melodious and clear: "It is also my moon."
Perhaps it was because the sweet-scented osmanthus on Zhaoyao Mountain was blooming brilliantly that day, or perhaps because the wind on Fairy Mountain was too smoky, Yue Jian kept these words in his heart for many years.
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Later, Qilian fell and the mountain gods declined. The Zhaoyao Mountain, which had been like spring for thousands of years, was covered with dark clouds and snowy winds. Only the Migu tree could see half of the spring scenery as far as its branches could reach.
Yue Jian used up his last ounce of divine power, and before he lost all his consciousness, he saw the osmanthus tree blooming for the first time in a thousand years. The rich fragrance of the flowers filled the air. Qilian was dressed in green clothes, and the hem of his clothes was hunting in the wind.
"My mountain god will never forget the way home."
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The confusing mountain god who doesn't know the way × the confusing tree fairy who makes people not confused
Elements of Classic of Mountains and Seas plus miscellaneous personal settings he
2021.6.15
Concept: Love is mutual
