Fantasy: The opening punch explodes the thunder calamity

"This is..."

Xia Jiuxuan always felt that something was wrong with him.

But for a while I couldn't remember.

This is a dream world, for the world of the flood of Kyushu.

Xia Jiuxuan was born in a very peaceful village, which is known as "Lingyu Town", according to legend, 10,000 years ago, there was Hongyun Daozu led his disciples to seal the name of the ancient demon beast "Kunpeng".

Since then, the village has been isolated from the rest of the world, and the legend of the immortals has gradually disappeared with the long river of history.

Until today, 10,000 years have passed.

As for the fairy theory, it is just a joke for the people in the life of Lingyu Town after dinner.

Outside Lingyu Town, green trees and flowers are contending, and this is the best season of the year - spring.

A few seven or eight-year-old children are running in the fields, laughing and playing, like a beautiful landscape.

However, in this very joyful and harmonious atmosphere, there was a child who was out of place, sitting on a stone with a straw in his mouth, looking at the sky thoughtfully.

"Xia Jiuxuan, immortals and other things are just deceiving children, and only you will believe in such boring things."

An immature voice came, Xia Jiuxuan turned around, and it was a girl of his age who spoke, only to see her blinking her big eyes and sitting beside him.

In this world, he is also called Xia Jiuxuan, but all the memories in his mind are the things of this world, and it seems that he has long been integrated with this world.

The sunset was very red, reflecting on Xia Jiuxuan's face, making his face look even more immature.

"Don't you think it's cool? Immortals, calling the wind and rain, omnipotent! Xia Jiuxuan looked at the sky and said leisurely.

When he was five years old, the adults would tell him stories about the gods every day, they were proficient in the magic of Xuanmen, between heaven and earth, omnipotent, calling for wind and rain, and even had the magic power of soaring clouds and fog, a thousand miles a day.

No matter what point it was, it made Xia Jiuxuan's young heart have a huge shock, making him yearn for the things of immortals even more.

However, in the past three years, the stories have almost been rotten, but the gods have never seen a single one.

Gradually, Xia Jiuxuan felt that he might just be dreaming.

Immortals, after all, do not exist.

"How can there be such a thing in this world, calling for wind and rain, and what else does God do?" The little girl pinched her waist with both hands and glared at Xia Jiuxuan.

Xia Jiuxuan was stunned for a moment, there was some truth in what he said.

"Xia Jiuxuan, are you fantasizing about immortals again?" At this time, the remaining children seemed to hear the conversation of several people, and ran over to them.

"Xia Jiuxuan, immortals and the like, it's just a story, you're thinking too much, why don't you catch a few frogs and fight frogs with us at that time?"

"That's it!"

"That's it!"

The rest of the children echoed, and then each bent down to catch frogs in the field.

Xia Jiuxuan was hesitating, but saw the girl on the side grabbing his sleeve and said with a smile, "Let's go too!" "

As she spoke, she took Xia Jiuxuan's hand and ran towards the field.

As the sky darkens, the white moonlight rises, and the fireflies glow green and illuminate the surrounding flowers, standing proudly as if to show their beauty to the children.

The friends went home for dinner one after another, and in the blink of an eye, only Xia Jiuxuan was left.