At the back door of the old house, under the high stage is a stone staircase leading to the river. A child of about four or five years old is holding a thin willow branch and dipping into the river to play in the water. When the water splashed on his face by the willow branches, he began to "giggle" and laugh non-stop.

At this time, a beautiful woman came over with a maid in a panic. The maidservant picked up the child, and the woman reprimanded her softly: "Zimo, why don't you listen to your mother like this? Do you know how dangerous it is to play alone in this river? If you fall into the river and your mother doesn't see it, won't you drown?"

The little boy was not afraid of the woman at all, he still giggled, stretched out his two little hands for the woman to hug him, and kept shouting, "Mother!

"Mother-" Jiang Nanjun recognized at a glance that the little boy was his childhood self, and the woman was his mother who had passed away a hundred years ago, and he couldn't help but cry again.

continued to look, but saw that his mother was wearing the piece of Lu Tianyu on her chest, and her abdomen was already high and bulging, obviously about to give birth.

That night, Mrs. Jiangnan gave birth to a baby girl.

When Wen Po took the baby girl out of the delivery room and put it in the hands of his anxiously waiting father, Jiangnan Yushan, Jiangnan Yushan cried with joy.

"For so many years, I have been dreamed of by my ancestor Jiangnan Yan day by day, saying that the Shenyuan of Princess Yuehua after the emperor god has recuperated in Lu Tianyu for sixty cadres, and it is necessary to resurrect her, and now she has finally got what she wants, this little thing has come out of Lu Tianyu and re-incarnated!"

He wept and laughed, and he was also happy to serve the house slaves and maids who were on the left and right.

He suddenly said to himself: "Such a beautiful girl, how should I call her?" Zimo, Zimo, eh, Zimo Huanshu, what a pair of poetic names, since my son's name is called Zimo, then this daughter is called Huanshu!"

At this point in the picture, the brilliance disappeared, and Jiangnan Zimo fell into darkness again, and fell out of the book again.

"No...... I don't believe it...... This is not true......" Jiang Nanjun shook his head and sighed, it seemed that the bones in his whole body had melted away in an instant, and he couldn't get up when he fell to the ground.

Yun Qingdao said: "This book is written by Jiang Nanyan, the founder of the Jiangnan family, how can there be a fake? After all, it is the turn of our father's Jiangnan Yushan generation, so I am very lucky to have your brother. ”

He raised his head, looked at her stupidly, and said, "If you know that you are lucky, why did you commit suicide at the age of sixteen and abandon me?"

Yun Qing said: "Do you remember the situation of the fairy and demon banquet that day? You know that I have always loved tranquility and hated noise, so after the immortals and demons gathered that day, I hid alone in the library to read books. But I was too short to reach the height of the bookshelf, so I had to find a pair of tongs and pull the book down. I accidentally used too much force to pull down the entire row of bookshelves, and I found that there was a hidden compartment on the wall behind the bookshelves. What is hidden in the dark is "The Secret Chronicles of Shenwu" and "Yin Jiaoqiu Brief Score". ”

"According to this, that sword book was actually passed down from my Jiangnan family?" Jiang Nanjun couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Yes, the two books are indeed together. I'm not interested in the sword spectrum, but I was attracted by the word 'secret' in "Shenwu Secret Chronicles", and I wanted to see what secrets were hidden in it, but when I opened it, it was a blank paper. I was already upset by the noise outside the library, and the book seemed to be at odds with me, so in a fit of rage I threw it into the brazier to burn it. As a result, you know, I just like that, I uncovered the mystery of my origin!"

"Even so, you ...... You shouldn't kill yourself!" Jiang Nanjun was heartbroken when he heard this.

Yun Qing actually showed a look of disgust, and said coldly: "Speaking of what should or shouldn't, I should have been the noble Princess Yuehua of the Protoss, the master of the Western Heavenly Emperor Divine Palace, who knew that before I was even a year old, I was slapped to death by Jiang Nanyan with a palm, and Shenyuan was accepted into Lu Tianyu, and three hundred and sixty years have passed." After that, I became a mortal woman even more inexplicably, can I be willing? Once the Protoss is destroyed, I am the only person in this world who has the blood of the orthodox gods, if the heir to the throne of the emperor god is not me, who else will there be?"

"What? ...... you" The sad look on Jiang Nanjun's face was completely replaced by shock, and he stammered and asked, "Huanshu...... You...... Do you want to be a god?" )