During the Great Cause, Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty recruited millions of coolies to dig a Grand Canal with the eastern capital Luoyang as the center.

The purpose of Yang Guang's hard work and money to dig this canal was just for himself, so that it would be more convenient for him to go south to the south of the Yangtze River to look for flowers and willows, and live that arrogant and lascivious imperial life, but unexpectedly, this move greatly promoted the economic dredging between the north and the south, and made the commerce on both sides of the canal rise.

In the Yuhang area, in addition to the Grand Canal, the most famous place is the Jiangnan family on the bank of West Lake.

According to the description of the local people, the Jiangnan family house is as big as the city, covering an area of 10,000 hectares, for the furnishings in the house, there is a smooth singing: the wall is jade, the floor tiles are gold, the window lattice is surrounded by pearls, and the night pearl is used as a lamp. Compared with the Eastern Capital Palace, it is only surpassed.

The court of the Sui Dynasty learned that the Jiangnan family was so rich and powerful, and repeatedly sent envoys to show goodwill, but its master, Jiangnan Junzimo, had a withdrawn and strange temperament, liked to be alone, and almost never came out of the world to see people, let alone be willing to have anything to do with the royal family.

was rejected several times, Emperor Yang of Sui lost face, and he had the intention to suppress him under anger, but the Jiangnan family was not only rich and rivaled the country, but also seemed to have a person with extraordinary abilities to protect the mansion, a group of mediocre soldiers of the imperial court, and even tried several times, but they couldn't touch their skin. After a long time, how could Yang Guang have the leisure to pay attention to him again? So the matter of conquest and suppression was over, so he was allowed to go.

Everyone in the world is a Jiangnan family, but it is just a wealthy gentry family, but they don't know that this is really the connection between the demon clan, the human world, and the immortal clan.

The true identity of Jiangnan Zimo is not a businessman, but is known as a hereditary human envoy, who is dedicated to maintaining communication between the above three realms.

Jiang Nanjun couldn't tell from which generation his family began to hold this strange and confidential position, let alone who appointed this position, because in his solemn family ancestral hall, he couldn't find a small family tree.

He only knew that he was born for this mission, and no matter how tired he was and how twisted his life was because of it, he could not fight, but could only submit.

It's late summer, and the air is still hot.

In the elegant courtyard, the peach blossoms on several peach trees are in full bloom, and when the wind blows, a burst of petals falls, like pink elves flying up and down. It stands to reason that the peach blossoms should bloom in March, but in the Jiangnan family, the growth of flowers and plants has broken through the time limit, and will only follow the owner's preferences and bloom at any time.

Under the peach blossom tree, at the stone table, sit Jiang Nanjun. Although he is just a mortal, compared to ordinary people walking in the streets, it is obviously extremely abnormal.

The skin was as white as paper, without a trace of blood that a mortal should have, but the eyes and lips were as red as blood. However, no matter how pale his complexion is, it can't hide his handsome face that is rare in the world: the two sword eyebrows are slanted into the temples, the eyes are flowing and implied by the stars, even if he sits upright and is silent, his body also exudes the mighty wind of mountains and seas, which makes people feel that he is just a sculpture without the spirit of a living person.

Sitting under the peach blossom tree, Jiang Nanjun let the naughty peach petals frolic on his black hair that hung straight down his waist, and then was blown by the wind, and fled bewitchingly, between his eyebrows and the corners of his lips, but there were bursts of melancholy.

On the stone table, there is a bowl of red soup. The so-called red soup is actually a bowl of fresh blood, if touched by hand, it still has residual warmth.

Jiang Nanjun just sat down and pondered, not paying attention to an old man in a black silk house slave suit, walking over.

The old man looked at him, then at the red soup, sighed, and said, "Childe, it's been two days, you better drink this soup, otherwise you won't be able to bear it..."

Jiang Nanjun was awakened by the old man's words, frowned, turned his head to look at him, did not move the red soup, but asked, "Uncle Fu, what time is it today?"

Fu Bo bowed down and replied, "Hui Gongzi, it's already the ninth." ”

Jiang Nanjun sighed, "On the ninth, another year of immortal and demon banquets is coming. A hundred years ago, Huanshu disappeared at the Immortal Demon Banquet, and has not been found so far, it has been a full hundred years, and this year, it should be one hundred and sixteen. ”

Uncle Fu's old face was also sad, and he said, "Childe, you are missing Miss again." ”

Jiang Nanjun stopped talking, stretched out his hand to pick up the red soup, drank it all, and a trace of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, which suddenly added a bit of hideousness to his handsome face, and even his eyes exuded a burst of blood.