Wedge: flowers on the other side, bloom for a thousand years, fall for a thousand years

Six-in-a-a-big wilderness, smoke and waves are vast. Looking around, the highest in the universe is the foggy Fuyao Mountain at the eastern end. This mountain was formed when Hongmeng first opened. It is said that the stones dropped when Gonggong angrily touched the mountain. Fuyao Mountain rises through the clouds, straight and steep. The fierce beasts in the mountain are rampant, and there are poisonous miasma, but there are also many rare flowers and flowers, Jiamu Qiba.

On the top of Fuyao Mountain, there is a light blue phantom flower, clinging to the rock. The leaves are as green as blue, and the flowers are as delicate as fire. With the long wind, they make a natural sound of dust. The phantom flower is a very rare flower and tree in the universe. It is called the four strange flowers together with the other side flower, Jinnian tea and Xue Duheng.

The stars are changing, the sun and the moon are like shuttles, and the mountains do not know the years. Unconsciously, 1,300 years are like white horse passing through the gap, passing in an instant. Because the phantom flower grows on the top of Fuyao Mountain, it absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon day and night. When the sky and the earth is dew, it breeds aura and becomes more and more moist.

On this day, the sword washing boy of the nine heavenly world was ordered by Emperor Cangshun to go to Kongsang Mountain to find the purple crow and hematite used to cast the sword. He stepped on the clouds and passed through the top of Fuyao Mountain. He inadvertently lowered his head and saw the phantom flowers on the green rock. The flowers were delicate and the leaves were moist. He loved it in his heart and couldn't help looking at it twice.

At this moment, there was a Jiguang [1] mythical beast chasing a seven-tailed white fox and catching up with the top of Fuyao Mountain.

The seven-tailed white fox had no way to escape. In a hurry, the magic tail was a wing, fell straight into the mountain stream and disappeared in an instant. Jiguang was furious and sprayed wildly around. Suddenly, a blazing purple dark fire ignited around him, like a bloody fence, putting all the flowers, trees, birds and beasts around him into the fire.

Seeing this, the sword-washing boy picked a branch of nectar, gently sprinkled it into the circle of fire with his index and middle finger. Suddenly, a colorful and clear blue rain fell, the purple flame was dying out, and the world was clear and moist.

Jiguang jumped like thunder, and the evil was born to the side of courage. He barked at the sword-washing boy for a burst of time. The Ziyang Xuanhuo was like a scarlet flame flower, surrounding the sword-washing boy. The sword-washing boy gently raised the Yangzhi nectar in his hand and injected spiritual power to shake it slightly. The Yangzhi nectar had turned into a snow-white lotus flower.

The sword-washing boy smiled, and the lotus flower instantly turned into six petals, flying to the Ziyang Xuanhuo, as light as white frost, ethereal like light fog, but in an instant, the red flame has disappeared, as if it had never happened.

Jiguang was so angry that he had nothing to do with the sword-washing boy, so he spread his four hooves and trampled on the flowers and trees around him crazily. Its golden mane shines awe-inspiringly, and after a moment, it tramples the surrounding flowers and trees into dust. After trampling, it opened its mouth, let out an earth-shaking howling, and turned to look at the sword-washing boy proudly.

The sword-washing boy looked down, but saw that the grass and trees were withered and the flowers and branches were broken. The originally green and rich Fuyao Mountain suddenly became like frost after autumn. A lot of anger suddenly surged in his chest, and there was ink in his bright eyes. He pointed to Jiguang and said, "What a beast!" After saying that, he used his spiritual power to turn the white lotus flower between his fingers into a samadhi fire and throw it at Jiguang.

The true fire of samadhi suddenly gave birth to eyes and rushed to Jiguang. When Jiguang is angry, he will spit out Ziyang Xuanhuo and hurt people, but he is also afraid of samadhi real fire. The samadhi fire burned to his smooth satin-like wings. It couldn't help howling through the clouds and rocks and ran towards the foot of Fuyao Mountain.

The sword-washing boy looked at Ji Guang, who was injured and fled, shook his head with a slight smile, and was about to leave. In a glance, he suddenly saw that after the original beaded and jade phantom flower was trampled on by Jiguang, the blue and green leaves were almost exhausted, and the delicate red flowers of the rouge crimson turned into ashes.

The sword-washing boy sighed and couldn't help but feel pity for the flower. He flew down and landed on the top of Fuyao Mountain vigorously. He slowly held up the phantom flower with his hands and sighed, "Phantom, phantom, you should meet me today. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a pity for you to die in the brightest years like this? After saying that, he took out a bright dagger from his wide sleeves and cut it hard against his middle finger.

The red blood flowed out. The sword-washing boy covered his palm, and a drop of pearl blood flowed into the stamens of the phantom flower, and the stamens suddenly shined. Blood slowly flowed into the stems and leaves along the stamens, and the dried branches and leaves instantly returned to the green color, which became more and more bright than before.

The sword-washing boy poured spiritual power and gently touched the injured middle finger. Suddenly, the wound healed. He smiled at the phantom flower, and then remembered that he had a mission. He quickly flew back into the clouds, soared the clouds, and went all the way to the east.

In a faint time, he heard the phantom flower singing the most exciting heavenly sound in the world, and the song came with the wind: "In that life, you are the ancient temple, I am the green lamp; in that life, you are the fallen flower, I am the embroidery girl; in that life, you are the stone, I am the moon bud; in that life, you are the strong man, I am the horse. I know that I will be married to you all my life. So I knelt in front of the Buddha and begged him for five hundred years, begging him to let me meet you at the most beautiful time, and begging him to let us have a beautiful relationship..." The sword-washing boy couldn't help shaking his heart and intoxicated.