Hanging Above Kunlun

The moonlight is like water, falling on Xiaoqing's graceful body, covering her with a cold silver gauze. With her green jade fingers, she tapped a small wine jar and drank without any rush, savoring the wine one mouthful at a time. As the wine entered her throat, a faint blush gradually appeared on her cheeks. It wasn't until the blush faded away that she slowly raised her head and looked at the lonely moon in the sky, as if looking at some invisible place. "Xuan Pu." She said softly. After a moment of pause, he slowly said: "Above Kunlun." "In ancient times, it was the most beautiful place in the world. Thousands of flowers were always blooming and hundreds of birds were flying. It was a holy place that all living beings longed for." She paused and took another sip. "Then the gods came. They fought there. The sky was shattered and the earth was torn. The hanging garden fell from Kunlun and was torn into pieces. It became an ominous place and a forbidden place for all parties." Under the moonlight, her eyes were a little blurry. "But in the inheritance of our demon clan, it will always be the Xuanpu. The Xuanpu above Kunlun." "The former residence of Demon Ancestor is in Xuanpu." She stopped talking and just looked at the horizon quietly. And the moonlight continued to shine.