(Her Majesty recalled that the people of the Wood Spirit tribe were the most eccentric spirits of the Five Spirit tribes.
And our lovely Princess Ningxiang was born into the Wood Spirit tribe.
Kellen the Great once recalled that Princess Ningxiang was the most eccentric girl he had ever met in his life.
When he first met Princess Ningxiang, she was no longer a little girl.
According to Kellen the Great, Princess Ningxiang was a year or two older than Kellen the Great.
But in her teenage years, Princess Ningxiang always liked to make herself look like a child, making people think she would never, never grow up.
In fact, she never wanted to grow up.
But... How can time retain a person?
Because Kellen the Great is simple and honest, and Princess Ningxiang is delicate and intelligent, it directly leads Princess Ningxiang to deceive Kellen the Great with her unique "baby face"...
One of the most spectacular first scams in history is the design to have Kellen the Great enter the ancient netherworld.
The second trick sent Kellen all the way to the depths of the underworld!
-- Excerpted from Arthur's classic novel "Kellen the Great, the Lord of All Realms: The Adventures of the Underworld")
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As the sky grew late, the wind was clear and the sun was slanting. A patch of rosy clouds was reflected on the cliff of Ningxiang Valley, making it as red as a flower.
A series of delightful fragrances burst into the nostrils of Diting, Kellen and Ningxiang. The jade in the boudoir, the beauty of the golden house, the fragrance of the magnolia, a riot of colors, ten hues, five lights, now illuminated by the afterglow of the sunset. The bamboo leaves are green, the verdant vines are lush green, like jade feathers, and the meandering vines are also bathed in the rosy glow of the sunset.
Fiery red is a kind of passion, a passion that welcomes all kinds of flowers. Strange fragrance is a kind of enticement, a fragrant enticement from the inner world of nature.
Sparkling fairy purple, entwined with multicolored morning glories, twisted and meandering, covering the cliffs and rocks. Looking down the cliff of the Flower valley, there is not a single extra crack in the rock, but rather it is wrapped up tightly by the overgrowth of the strange flowers and plants.
The flowers and plants are as tender as cotton and as fragrant as honey.
When listening attentively to the flower valley, stepping on the flower carpet, it seemed as if one was reluctant to part. The steps are light and graceful, fearing that a forceful step might leave behind a lament or a string of sighs in this sea of colorful flowers.
The wind in Ningxiang Valley is not like the wind elsewhere; it is sweet, as sweet as honey.
Breathing in such a wind, it feels as if the earth and the sky are as sweet as this sea of flowers. Feeling myself as sweet as the sea of flowers. Sweet is the spirit, sweet is the heart, sweet is the dream... The fairyland of the world, sweet like a dream, always brings people a hazy intoxication, and in this hazy scene, many intoxicating and hazy beautiful fantasies inevitably arise.
Listen carefully to the reverie. Diting did not love flowers; he loved to live in the depths of the netherworld, where there were flowers too. Those flowers are cold and melancholy. Nothing like the strange flowers here, sweet and dreamy, intoxicating. Many times, when Diting stands in the sea of flowers in peace and quiet, do you think it would be better to move house?
Kellen thought, not Wanxin, not Ningxiang, but Elara.
When encountering such a sweet and enchanting fairyland, Kellen always thought of Elara. Elara is beloved. Her beauty is not like that of Wanxin, nor like that of Ningxiang, but in Kellen's heart, she is no different from this sea of flowers. Elara always captivated Kellen, and when she gazed at a gorgeous flower, she would lose her mind in an instant, because she was so beautiful.
Looking at Elara, Kellen was equally stunned, not just because of her beauty, but because of her love. Deep love, great beauty. Love is more intense than blood, and the heart is closer to kinship. It would be an endless beauty to spend a lifetime with someone like Elara, who is so close in blood and so close in heart.
At this moment, I don't know where Elara is...
The only one who has no thoughts, there is one who has no thoughts - she is Ningxiang. The unique Ningxiang, the ever-changing Ningxiang like this sea of flowers - she has no imagination.
Perhaps because it was the place where she was born and raised, she didn't care. Perhaps because she saw the beauty of the flower valley every day, she was not surprised. Or perhaps because of Kellen's words just now, "Go to the Water Spirit tribe and look for Elara," I was secretly sad. Or perhaps, in a glance back, Kellen's face was filled with a dreamy spring sentiment, and there was a figure flashing in her eyes, but it wasn't her, but Elara!
Yes, it was Elara, the Elara that Ningxiang guessed, Ningxiang guessed right. Because Kellen did not notice that Ningxiang was staring sideways at her, while she was staring blankly at the flower valley in the distance. There seemed to be a figure sitting there, Elara. Behind Elara stood a figure of himself. Holding a wooden comb in his hand, he was foolishly clinging to Elara's jet-black hair, lost in intoxication. The hair was combed, but the hair was combed with tenderness.
"Humph!" Ningxiang, with tears hidden in the corners of her eyes, glared fiercely at Kellen, and a floating figure flew past the fragrant flower vines and into the lifelike, budding lotus house.
Ningxiang was angry, her little face flushed with anger. The butterfly saw it, and its fluttering wings dared not approach. Ningxiang was angry, her lips pouted in anger. The dragonfly saw the fluttering crystal wings and had no choice but to avoid them from a distance. Ningxiang was angry, so angry that she was about to cry. When the jade bee saw it, the jade wing beside the golden belly was so frightened that it dared not make a "buzz" sound and could only quietly bury itself in a flower bud.
Ningxiang was angry, so angry that she took a trembling pair of scissors in her hand and floated out of the lotus house again, looking as if another misfortune was about to happen...
"Ningxiang! What's wrong with you!" Kellen, terrified, rushed out and grabbed the scissors from Ningxiang's small hand first. In Kellen's eyes, the little girl holding such a large pair of scissors was a lethal weapon. He had no idea what kind of strange thing Ningxiang would do.
"Let me go! I'm going to cut off this entire sea of flowers! Cut them all off!" A stubborn little mouth, too angry to reveal.
"Nonsense!" A sea of flowers, yet your home, how beautiful! Why cut it off? It would be so heart-wrenching!" Kellen looked at Ningxiang in astonishment, unable to believe her ears.
"Yes, this is my home. I can do whatever I want. Let me go! Leave it to you!" A pair of big, watery eyes, no longer tender, but filled with hatred for Kellen! Deep love, intense hate! Even though you are with someone else, you still care about someone else in your heart. Even though Ningxiang is a child, she is still a girl, and a girl's mind is always hard to figure out. Kellen, on the other hand, is even more enigma, but Ningxiang's approach is truly astonishing. What a beautiful valley of flowers, cut it off? Wouldn't that be a pity?
"All right! Don't cry!" How much strength does Kellen have to tolerate Ningxiang picking up the scissors and doing something stupid? She would have snatched the scissors from her hand long ago. Tenderly embracing Ningxiang, like a father embracing a daughter, more like a brother embracing a sister, affectionate and warm, had already slowly entered the lotus house.
"It's all Brother Wind's fault, it's all my fault, all right? Stop crying. If you feel unhappy, you can speak out. If you don't feel relieved, you can hit or scold me, as long as you don't cry." Kellen's affection for Ningxiang is genuine and heartfelt. Though they are not biological siblings, the affection is deep.
"If you feel unhappy, speak out. When Kellen said this, Ningxiang's tears, like a burst of floodwater, and her rosy little face, buried on Kellen's shoulder, "whoo --" cried even more painfully.
Not only was the crying sorrowful, but a pair of small fists pounded Kellen's back hard. The two calves, kicking and rubbing, were eager to kick Kellen's chest to pieces. A child's nature is like hearing the wind and the rain. You want to hit, but you want to hit it to your heart's content. You want to scold, but you want to scold to the fullest. Even though you are crying and choking, you still say "big bad guy!" Big scoundrel!" Chattering non-stop.
How tender Kellen is! A warm stove is always kept in her heart and never goes out. Even if Ningxiang had stuck a knife in Kellen's heart at this moment, Kellen would probably not have snorted in anger. He had nothing but love and tenderness for Ningxiang, not even a shred of hatred.
After a long time, Ningxiang fell asleep in Kellen's arms. Kellen gently placed Ningxiang on the flower-filled couch, fearing that she might accidentally wake the little one up. Children were no different to Kellen, and so was Elara when she was a child. When she was spoiled enough, she would always get tired and fall asleep. As long as she slept, when she woke up, she had forgotten everything. You'll be happy again.
I have a temper, but it's fine. If you have grief, just cry it out. There is a kind of love called release. This kind of love, Kellen understands very well.
The night, a night filled with the fragrance of flowers, a night as sweet as honey, suddenly came very quiet. As quiet as this cozy lotus house, all that can be heard is the gentle breath of the incense. A rosy little face was sleeping soundly, as soundly as the moonlight on the branches.
Kellen was sleeping too, as if she were sleeping. At that moment, Lotus sat cross-legged, her hands clasped together, already in a state of meditation. There was no sound at all, as quiet as if he had never existed, but in fact he was sitting there, breathing and calming. Beside him was Ningxiang's breath.
A faint, gossamer light emerged from Kellen in wisps. This "black veil" is the ill will of human nature. Even the spiritual mirror, the Nirvana immortal body, still possesses human nature. Kellen is human too, how could she not be hostile?
This hostility comes from the hatred of evil spirits, from the loathing of demonic poisons, from the anger of evil, from the hatred of all evil that cannot be eradicated.
Born in the valley of incense, it has the most primordial life in nature. This spirit is like green flower vines, like green branches and leaves, like green grass. It is life. This spirit is like red flowers, like red stamens, like red pollen. It is life.
The power of life, nothing can resist. God cannot, immortal cannot, man cannot. Demons can't, ghosts can't, and devils can't.
Therefore, as pale as the black veil, the hostility has been worn down and transformed in the silent wind by the spiritual energy of the green mist and red veil.
The true meaning of life is like this.
The Way of Nirvana is like this.
Zhu Bi's lingering spirit, like mist and smoke, quietly enveloped Kellen. Kellen was already in a state of meditation, and because she couldn't see, she remained unmoved. Because she feels the infinite beauty of life, she allows it to wear down her temper and transform her life. To avoid evil, one must strengthen one's heart. How easy is it to absorb good?
How difficult it is to be born between heaven and earth, to follow the good, and to rest the mind and cultivate the nature! Therefore, impetuosity is full of demons and it is difficult to correct the fruit. Those who are calm, with much effort and perseverance, eventually become enlightened.