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A spiritual stone left by Nuwa to mend the sky fell in Zhongling Mountain. It absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon and has the magical power to "destroy the heaven and the earth"; but I just want to be an ordinary practitioner, enjoying the beautiful scenery at sunset and day and night, and being free between heaven and earth. Because I am a stone that can emit colorful colors, my name is Yan; there is a spiritual beast next to me, called Chirong; he is an emissary who can connect with my heart. The relationship between him and me is not just a "blood contract" master and servant relationship, we are more like relatives. I regard Chirong as a brother; in my heart, he is my only relative in this world. That day, a patrolling dragon named Zi Yang appeared. He was flawlessly handsome, with white hair and a pair of beautiful eyes, which attracted me deeply. This was the first alternative I saw besides Chi Rong. He said he was attracted by my light, and after learning that I had " He decided to stay and protect me after possessing the divine power to "destroy the heaven and the earth"; I didn't understand what his intention was, but it was great that he was willing to stay with me. I immediately decided to form a divine bond with him as a sign that he belonged to me; after that, Zi Yang stayed in Zhongling Mountain. He built the "Star Picking Tower" here to accompany me to see the beautiful scenery in the world; until an evil creature coveted my divine power and wanted to use my power to rule the three realms, the evil spirit called Bao Qi was finally killed by Zi Yang's sword, and I, in order to serve as Bao Qi for Zi Yang With a fatal sword, both my soul and soul were destroyed; Zi Yang sent my damaged soul to reincarnation to recast my body, so that my soul could be repaired; I was brought back to Zhongling Mountain by Zi Yang because I was born shortly after the reincarnation because of the "eye of heaven" on my forehead. From then on, we became master and disciple...

Who said that the Holy Ancestor Kangxi was a "hemp boy"? Who said that he was only devoted to government affairs and did not understand the customs? Could it be that I met a fake Holy Ancestor? Since I met the Holy Ancestor Kangxi, I have overturned the so-called historical statement. Nuyu, a soul from the modern world, was pampered, pampered, loved and cared for by the emperor of all ages. He promised Nuyu the throne and allowed her to look down on the world with him. Nuyu gave birth to children for him and carried on the royal family's legacy. The agreement between life and death is broad, and it is said by Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old together.

A trace of obsession will eventually return to him, whether it is resentment or hatred! In the end, she lost to Qingsi, holding hands with him and growing old together; taking the memories of this world and integrating into the world that originally belonged to her, she made him fall in love with her again! Give him children, manage his harem, help him make suggestions, and solve his problems! Xuan Ye's beloved queen, Niu Hulu Dongzhu "Lang Yan", Xuan Ye's infatuation with her is no less than Lang Yan's love for him. Once the love is planted, he can't extricate himself. Only this person is for life, the alliance is empty, only companionship is the long-term love!

The fragrance of medicine still lingers deep in the apricot forest, but the green shirt of the valley master Xuan Mo has been stained with the dust of the palace. A piece of silk book dragged him from paradise into the whirlpool of the court. His best friend Zang Feng used "poisoning" as bait to lure him into the game. It was just to reminisce about the past, but he never expected to reveal a corner of the bloody curtain. The Empress Dowager Feng Yue's scrutiny was like a needle, Princess Zang Yue's silly smile concealed poison, and the killers of Netherworld Manor came at night - every inch of brick and stone in the imperial city was whispering, reminding him that he was already in the center of the chess game. And the Ya fracture fan in his sleeve, the fan bones are cold, as if echoing the memory sleeping deep in the blood. When the four words "Ghost Villa" emerged from the master's posthumous letter, and when the ancient shadow of "Jiuyuan Sacrifice" shrouded Jiuzhou, Xuan Mo knew that his hand that hung the pot to save the world would eventually hold the sharp blade that cut off fate.