Hidden God

Chapter two

"Hey, girl, look silly?" Xiu Yan glanced at Wang Chuanzhong’s face, immediately unhappy. He is the undisputed first beautiful man in the ghost world. Ayin never saw even eyeballs when he saw him. I almost fell out, so he added carefully: "It's far worse than me, what's so good to see."

Ayin retracted his eyes and was too lazy to open his eyes to tell Li Xiuyan and talk nonsense. He rubbed his hands and asked, "Who is this fairy?" Ayin's whole body was almost parallel to the water mirror, hanging in the air on Wangchuan. Fortunately, she is just a light and fluttering ghost now, otherwise she would not be able to make such a breathtaking action.

Xiuyan's wicked eyes slammed his mouth and said: "He, don't think about it, this is the Pushang Lord of Daze Mountain, one of the successors of the next Heavenly Emperor."

"Oh." It was actually a candidate for the next emperor of heaven, and the difference in status was like the moon in the sky compared to the underworld. Ayin slapped his tongue and had to withdraw his eyes with regret, but still couldn't help but pry into gossip: "How did he come to the underworld with an identity like him?"

Xiuyan leaned back in the air lazily, and sighed infrequently, "I know a little bit about this. Six hundred years ago, a female fairy fell in love with the demon emperor and helped him destroy the spiritual mountain of the immortal world and slaughter the immortals. The Three Realms were in great chaos. Later, the two clans fought in Rakshadi, and the Demon Emperor was seriously injured and lost. The female fairy died, and the two clans were considered to have ceased. Hey, how much effort was spent by the True God Bai Ju in order to protect the Three Realms and die. , That female fairy can actually ruin the harmony of the two races, it is also capable!"

"What does it have to do with his coming to the underworld?" When Ayin turned into a ghost, this earth-shattering battle had already passed for a hundred years, and she had been reincarnated in these years, and she had vaguely heard of it.

Xiuyan scratched his chin and continued to break history, "I heard that the female fairy who fell in love with the demon emperor is the sweetheart of Pushang Shangjun. Even if the fairy dies, she will reincarnate. He came to the underground palace to find it. The soul of the female fairy."

Ayin was quite surprised, "That female fairy has betrayed him, and he is still willing to come to find her soul, really affectionate." She glanced at Pu Shang in the water mirror, but felt he was pitiful, with a little voice. Qing: "It's been so many years, he hasn't found it yet?"

Xiuyan shook his head, "The female fairy died under the Yuanshen Sword. Even the demigod who received this sword will be the end of the Yuanshen's dispersal. There will be souls left in the world. He just doesn't believe it, plus the two There are some old feelings between them, so I will find peace of mind every year."

The words were strange to scoring, Ah Yin was taken aback, turned his head, "Heart at ease? What do you mean?"

"I forgot to tell you..." Xiuyan smiled, his eyes were quite unpredictable, "The Yuanshen Sword is a universal weapon. Within the Three Realms, only he can use it."

As the name suggests, only the white-clothed youth under the peach tree can kill the female fairy with the Yuanshen Sword in the world.

How much hate is it to personally let the soul of the beloved person fly away and destroy her in the world? Or is it for the Three Realms Avenue, willing to abandon the lover who betrayed the immortal clan?

Hearing such a bleak story turned out to be such a bleak ending, Ah Yin's heart was blocked, which was quite unpleasant, and for a while, his chest felt cold and painful. More than five hundred years ago, in order to gather the soul, she forcibly took the soul-changing pill, which caused cold to the yin, and the erysipelas invaded the soul body, causing the old problem of heart palpitations in every life.

Cherish the blessing, she who survived at the bottom of the underworld can also reincarnate. It was originally a great blessing, at least better than the female fairy who lost her life under the Yuanshen Sword.

Someone remembers what's the use, what's the use of visiting the underworld every year? It's dead, but it's just a scene to show to the world.

Ayin laughed at herself, but it was a pity that in the bottom of her heart, she couldn't help but glance into the water mirror. At this look, his eyes were slightly condensed.

The fairy standing under the peach tree turned his head and looked out of the water mirror.

The white jade crown and the splendid appearance are not as shocking as the indifferent and silent pupils in his eyes.

Extremely deep and seemingly shallow, and the world seems to have no thoughts in the prosperous world, the contradiction is too difficult for people to look directly at it.

Obviously knowing that he was just looking at him casually, Ah Yin turned his head guilty as if he had been arrested.

Ah Yin thought: Do you really like it? If you really like it, how can you personally let her go to the ground?

A voice full of doubt sounded on the Naihe Bridge. Xiuyan looked at her in surprise, "Ayin?"

After Ah Yin realized that, she realized that she had actually asked what she said in her heart. She was quite surprised, speaking of it, she was considered an old ghost who knew the world and saw the cold, and she did not expect that there would be sadness in the spring and autumn. Maybe she was envious of the female fairy and died, but there are still two people who are reciting her completely.

A little lazy in my heart, Ah Yin jumped off the bridge, raised his hand to Xiuyan, "Hurry up and give me Mengpo soup, I'm still on the road, don't delay my good days of prosperity and glory!"

Xiuyan had been tossed so badly by her. With a wave of his hand, half a bowl of fragrant soup appeared in the green bowl on the table. He said in a bad mood: "Let's go, let's go, go clean."

Ayin smiled and drank the soup. Xiuyan shook his head, Ah Yin, everyone who reincarnated and reincarnated would be grateful for the reluctance of the deceased in this life, she was fine, not vague.

After Ayin finished drinking, he was about to jump towards Wangchuan. He suddenly remembered something, stopped his footsteps, and waited for a while before looking at Xiuyan.

"Xiuyan, you have been in Naiheqiao for thousands of years, have you ever seen a fate that is worse than me?"

Xiuyan Zhenger Eight Classics shook his head, "No, not even half of them."

"Then what's the reason for my fate? Is there a solution?" Ayinba looked at him eagerly.

Xiuyan stretched out **** and shook them, "There are two possibilities. One is that you have offended a terribly big man, or you have done a bad thing, God is punishing you..."

Ayin didn't bother to pay attention to him. The most remarkable person she had seen in the past few hundred years was Xiuyan. How could she offend anyone? She snorted, "What about the second one?"

Xiuyan blinked at her and stretched his tone: "The second one...you are the great man yourself. There is not an old saying in the world that the gods will be relegated to the people, and you must first suffer from it..."

Before he finished muttering, there was a bang, and Ah Yin had already jumped into the death hole under the Naihe Bridge, and was nowhere to be seen.

After Ayin disappeared, the hippie smile on Xiuyan's face condensed, and he returned to his usual faint appearance, looking towards the end of Huangquan Road slightly in a daze.

He wanted to take advantage of today's cleanliness and take a good rest, but he still failed to fulfill his wish. A gust of breeze passed, but the strong celestial power surged on the bridge.

Xiuyan turned his head and saw the immortal gentleman who was still standing under the peach tree just now dazzling people's eyes appeared on the bridge without warning, and the person's indifferent eyes had slight fluctuations.

Even if he knows the distinguished identity of the incoming person, Xiuyan still has that lazy look, and he bows his hands at the young man, "Shangjun Pushang, don't come here unscathed?"

Pu Shang ignored Xiuyan's greetings, only raised his eyes to look around Wangchuan, and then looked towards Xiuyan after a long while, with an indifferent expression, "Xiuyan ghost monarch, are you the one spying just now?"

Xiuyan didn't even hesitate at all, and smiled back: "Shangjun, today on the night of Shangyuan, I was so lonely on the Naihe Bridge that I couldn't bear the loneliness, so I looked around and disturbed Shangjun. It's true. Sin."

Pu Yan still stared at him, his eyes burning, "Guijun has been alone?"

Xiuyan nodded, spreading his palms towards the deserted bridgehead, "Of course, Shangjun knew it at first glance."

Pu Xiao looked at him for a long while, and finally, he glanced at the quiet Wangchuan under the bridge, and turned back towards the ghost world without a word.

He thought she was still alive, but in the end, it was still nothing.

He personally sent her into the **** and ruined her soul. Even if she is still alive, she will never appear in front of him again for thousands of years.

His catastrophe has never ended since 600 years ago.

The white figure slowly disappeared at the end of Huangquan Road. Xiuyan looked at Wangchuan, and began to miss Ah Yin, who was a wayward, mean, rare and beautiful man.

It's a reincarnation again, and I don't know how many years this stupid girl can go?

Strangely enough, since this life, Ah Yin's short-lived and premature fortune has finally turned around.

At the twenty-eighth reincarnation, she became the daughter of a small merchant, inherited the family's workshop, and became the richest man in the south of the Yangtze River after untold hardships, and lived a full sixty years of life.

In the twenty-ninth century, she was born in the frontier military family and joined the army to frighten the barbarians and became the best female general.

In the thirtieth generation, he grew up in the scholarly family of Beijing, and praised all directions for piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy.

In the thirty-first generation, she was reborn in the royal family again. The prince was young. As the eldest daughter of the emperor, she was the eldest daughter of the country for fifteen years, enjoying the power and wealth in the world.

…

But after her death, she still remembers the past of every previous life. The Ah Yin that Xiuyan saw at Naihe Qiaotou was calmer and more awe-inspiring in his first life, and he also concealed the problem that he would have black abdomen and be careful eyes.

Xiuyan didn't expect that Ayin, a weak and introverted female ghost who was inferior and inferior hundreds of years ago, could also be honed to her present level of elegance.

But anyone who has gone through dozens of lives without forgetting her past, like her, will be like this.

Such reincarnation is hardly a blessing or a curse.

It was another five hundred years, and Ayin re-entered Huangquan Road, and it was the ghost monarch who was still waiting for her to Xiuyan.

"Girl, how fast, you have a thousand years of reincarnation!" On the bridge of Naihe, Xiuyan teased her, "You are a blessed one. Tsk tsk, let me see, this soul is more stable, those immortal monarchs are practicing in the immortal world. His soul is not as strong as yours."

Cultivating immortals and demon cultivating demons is the strength of the soul, and Ah Yin's miraculous reincarnation is really more reliable than cultivating immortals and demons in the upper realm.

Ayin turned his head, hid the cunning in his eyes, with a majestic appearance, with his hand held behind him, and his chin provoked to make a statement: "Xiuyan, I have figured it out. I don’t ask for wealth and authority anymore. I just want to do ordinary things. I’m from the whole world. You didn’t say that you were the most powerful ghost in the ghost world, but can there be a way to seal the memory of the thousand-year reincarnation for me so that I won’t remember it when I become a ghost again?"

Now that she speaks with her eyes open, she unconsciously brings a sense of calm and seductive superiority.

Xiuyan touched his chin, rather unbelief, "Do you really want to do this? Don't forget, although you don't remember the past when you are reincarnated in each life, but thousands of years of experience are imprinted in your soul, and you will be invisible. Every life is safe and wealthy, an adult! Once you cleanse all your memories, you will be reduced to an ordinary ghost. Your future reincarnation life will be ordinary and extraordinary. Back then, you didn’t want to be a pretty man, Do you want power and status?"

"Don't stop, don't stop, they are all vulgar things." Ayin waved his hand again and again, but his eyes were rolling in the bottom of his heart. If you look at anything too much, you will get panicked, such as the Jinyinshan Emperor Qiaolang in the world, and another example... Xiuyan's face was astonished as a heavenly man at first, and turned into an inferior face for passersby after hundreds of times.

Of course, she only dared to think about it in her heart. After all, Xiuyan was the only thigh she could hold in her endless life of reincarnation for thousands of years. She must be rarer.

"Well, based on our thousands of years of friendship, I will help you." Xiuyan didn't know what Ah Yin was thinking, and after thinking about it for a long time, he stretched out his hand and scribbled in the air.

At first, Ayin could yawn and watch leisurely, but then he couldn't calm down.

With the gesture of Xiuyan, the green mantra slowly appeared in the air, accompanied by clearer spells, the sleeping river under Wangchuan was awakened, and the sky-shaking waves were set off. The entire Naihe Bridge suddenly shook without warning, even This shocking aura and vibration quickly spread outwards, but it spread to the entire underworld in half a breath. The strange and mysterious fiery red divine power suddenly rose up from the river and broke through the underworld and went straight into the sky.

Ayin stared at the swaying stone bridge under his feet in amazement, then at the huge waves on the Forgotten River, swallowed, and said dryly: "Xiuyan, I just cast a baby, isn't the movement too big?"

Casting a fetus ruined the Naihe Bridge in the ghost world. Will she be caught by the ghost king to skin and cramp, and fry it in a frying pan? Her ordinary life of peace and happiness has not yet been opened ah ah ah ah!

Xiuyan drew his ears and looked at Ah Yin, who was calm and calm but roared in his heart, and picked his chin into the river, "Jump down, and make sure you get what you want."

Although Ah Yin wanted to hurry up in the reincarnation, he still thought about his life, with a suspicious expression on his face, "You don't need to drink Mengpo soup?"

"No need." Xiuyan waved his hand, and the always-lazy eyes had the meaning of excellence: "In the next life, Ayin, you will surely do as you wish. You will remember the suffering of the world in reincarnation, and never cease."

Ayin was secretly happy, stepped on the bridge, and was about to be generous and greet the next life of ordinary vulgarity, but he was hung in the air and was called by Xiuyan.

"Ayin!"

Ah Yin turned his head.

"You have gone through hundreds of generations and thousands of years of reincarnation, are there any special regrets?" Xiuyan still looked lazy, and asked her playfully and carelessly.

What is particularly regrettable? This is a prudent and thoughtful philosophical question of life, and she has to ponder it carefully. After all, for a thousand years, there must be one or two things to be worthy of her bumpy and colorful road to reincarnation.

Ayin blinked, thinking about the past, and somehow suddenly remembered the Pushang Shangjun she saw in the water mirror on the day of the Spring Festival five hundred years ago.

With a handsome face in white clothes, his eyes converged to the three realms.

Behind him, the huge waves of Wangchuan flew, and the stone bridge under his feet vibrated endlessly, and the whole ghost world was in chaos.

However, Ah Yin seemed to suddenly not hear all the sounds, turned around, and asked the person who had a glimpse five hundred years ago: "Xiuyan, I forgot to ask, the Pushang Lord five hundred years ago, What is the name of the female fairy he fell in love with?"

Xiuyan was stunned, watching her for a while, and said: "Ayin..."

Ah Yin leaned a little closer, "What's your name?"

"what!"

But when Xiuyan spoke, she was eager for knowledge, but one didn't pay attention, and tragically stepped on the air to the whirlpool behind Wangchuan.

The young man sitting on the bridge was getting farther and farther, his face was a little helpless, and in the end he couldn't answer her question.

Ayin thought, she will reincarnate again in the next life, and she will probably no longer remember that there was a ghost in the world who called to meditate, and stayed with her for more than forty lives and watched the beauty of the world.

Thousands of years have passed, and the dust will finally be turned away.

Wan Lai was quiet, and the Naihe Bridge, which was still a little smoky just now, was quiet again.

Only that road, that bridge, and that person remain unchanged for thousands of years.

Attached "Ancient" extra

I don’t know from which year, the hobby of running to the lower bounds of the ancient world to walk the bend is gone. When the gods in the ancient realm reminisced, the true **** of the ancients has leisurely admired the fall of the year in her star picking pavilion. The stars are sinking.

Yue Mi knew about this, and had a decent hobby of collecting treasures, so she would go to the ancient temple to touch some good things and move back to her mansion. The ancients were too lazy to care about her, opening his eyes and closing his eyes as if he hadn't seen it, until Yuemi, the demon king of the world, hit Wuhuajiu with his idea.

As the name implies, fig wine is made from the flowers and fruits of fig trees. This tree is arrogant and rare to serve. It bears fruit every 50,000 years, and the wine it produces will be drunk even if the true **** drinks too much. It is very rare, and it is really a treasure.

Yuemi had a good wine, and he went to the Fig. God’s mansion for several years to ask for figs, but was dismissed bitterly by the Fruit God who was sticking to the old crutch. It was not until the tenth year that she lifted the old fruit’s cave. He used his walking stick to make a fire head, and the **** of fig only started to complain with tears and snot.

Oops, my **** of Yuemi, the ancient true **** has been guarding every year and picking up his finesse, you have the ability to do not show off the power of the little god, you go to the ancient temple to make trouble! Don’t say you can’t keep it, little god, I’m at the door of my house, and there will be no dregs left in the next ten years...

So Yuemi Shangshen, who snatched all the invincible hands of the God Realm angrily, stepped into the ancient temple.

She was a bold one, sneaking through the treasure chest and brewery of the temple, but she didn't even find a core. She was shocked by the guards of the temple, and was taken to the front of the ancients.

"Don't be ashamed of you, even if you steal something, if you steal it so honestly, forget it if you steal it so honestly, and you've been caught by the guards."

The ancients held the tea cup with a face of godly respect, Yuemi rolled his eyes and said twice: "If I mix up again, can I be better than you? The fig **** hasn't left a fig for ten years, so you are embarrassed to say ?"

The ancients narrowed their eyes slightly and understood. "Do you want fig wine?"

"Hundreds of thousands of years of friendship, how many pots do you have?" Yue Mi sat in distress and began to make friendships.

"No." Antiquity refused without thinking, and began to push people, "I have only made ten pots in ten years. Don't even think about it."

"You don't like wine, why do you want to come?" Yuemi is a monkey spirit, somehow he saw the ancients absent-mindedly, eyes in the Taoyuan forest, suddenly blessed to the soul, jumped to the ancients, "Where did you just look at?"

The ancient times raised a meaningful eyebrow, "What do you think?"

Yue Mi took a breath and pointed at Tao Yuanlin's hand and began to tremble, "Isn't it what I thought?"

Bai Jue is a good wine, he likes no flowers the most, and everyone knows it.

"It's what you think." The ancient voice sounded just right.

Yue Mi was a little dazed for a while, reacting to her intuition that she had accomplished this good thing.

Ten years ago, she had her birthday, and she was kind for a while, and seeing that Bai Ju had been pitiful for tens of thousands of years, she took the antiquity to watch the scene. After seeing the antiquity, she left without leaving half a sentence. She thought that there was no play, and she was very sad for the Spring and Autumn Period of Bai Ju for a few days.

Yue Mi thought that she was a matchmaker at all times, but she was concealed and furious, "You sit together on two weekdays and be polite, just like a guest, a good pair of role models, true gods, and the hiding is true!

The antiquity gave the goddess who ransacked in Manxingchen Pavilion to follow the hair, and pointed towards Taoyuan Forest, "What are you angry with, you know earlier than him."

Yuemi froze, turned her head in a daze, and couldn't believe it, "He doesn't know?"

"I don't know."

"Did you give away your wine?"

"Sent it, every year."

"Is he stupid?" Wuhua wine is a real treasure, because even if it is brewed by the power of the true god, it is difficult to save one, and it takes a lot of divine power.

"Oh, when I sent someone to deliver it, he said it was a gift from Zhiyang, but he didn't know it was made by me."

Yue Mi was puzzled, and peeked at the ancient forehead, "Are you stupid? I've quietly liked it for ten years and have done so much. Why don't you tell him?"

Antiquity shook his head, very serious, "Not enough."

She looked in the direction of Taoyuanlin. In the peach forest, the true **** in white was sitting against the tree, with black hair and beautiful face, and she was crowned with the six realms.

"Not enough." The ancient times repeated, turning his head, "How can I dare to come to him and pay him ten thousand years and wait?"

Yue Mi glanced at Bai Jue and understood the meaning of the ancient sayings.

Having been in love with such a person for tens of thousands of years, even if it is an extremely godlike world, once learned about it, he was at a loss and panic.

I really like it... Maybe it's more than that... Yue Mi looked at the ancients and bent her eyebrows.

It's really a pair of stunners, my little friend is sad.

The **** Yuemi didn't ask for the wine without flowers, but he smiled and squinted out of the ancient temple.

Half a month later, a small turmoil broke out in the human world. Twilight, the lord of the heavens, reported the incident as a rule. The memorial was seen by Yue Mi, who was in charge of the Three Realms Disaster. Constantly, Bai Jue is a true **** and should be inspected. Bai Jue ignored the mundane world for 30,000 years and ignored Yuemi’s savage entanglement. However, Yuemi’s folds floated into the temple three times a day like snowflakes, and the entire God Realm looked at him, thinking that the Three Realms were in chaos and the mortal world fell. . Bai Jue was so disturbed that she quietly searched for an early morning, and quietly left the bounds.

Since the lower realm, with Bai Jue's temperament, would never go in vain, he turned into a mortal and walked eastward toward the capital, and he was also pleased to see the joy of the world along the way. Half a month later, I arrived in Chang'an, which coincided with the Spring Festival.

There are lively days in the God Realm, but he respects the true God and has a cold temper. No one dares to be presumptuous in front of him. These tens of thousands of years have been so dull and boring. Suddenly to the world, seeing the excitement of the world, could not help but shook his head and chuckled.

"It's no wonder that for hundreds of thousands of years of not returning home, it turned out to be fascinated by the world."

After patrolling the world and watching the excitement, Bai Ju thought that he could leave, but before his words fell, the crowd in front of him was full of uproar and laughter, accompanied by overbearing voices that were too familiar to them.

"Treasurer, if you lose again today, these ten altars of daughter red will all belong to me. Don't be fooling around, the people in Chang'an will all be watching!"

Bai Jue's calm and waveless eyes rippled, and she held her hands in front of her, with her clothes flapping up and down, cutting a path abruptly in the crowd, and walking to the front of the crowd.

Lang Feng, a young man dressed in dress, with tall eyes, standing in front of a tavern with positive and negative hands, with an arrogant expression, is the ancient woman pretending to be a man.

I'm used to seeing her **** robe with long sleeves, this kind of dress is rare.

Bai Jue would never admit that just now, his dignified true **** almost came to a glorious light so that everyone could give way and let him look at the person he was thinking of.

Since Yuemi's birthday ten years ago, when he returned to the ancient world, they had met occasionally, but they were all accompanied by other gods, and they had never been alone. Although it was full of voices at this time, it was the lower realm in the end.

Inside the crowd was a small tavern, Qin Chu, with the banner book "A Hundred Years Heirloom". The tavern occupies a small area, but the wine in the museum is intoxicating, especially the dusty daughter Hong in the ten altars in front of the museum, and even Bai Jun can bear it. Couldn't help sniffing.

He listened carefully to the words of the people around him, and he figured out the reason for the excitement here.

The New Year’s Day coincides with the century-old Qin Chu Pub. The owner took out the Shitan daughter red uploaded by his ancestors and set up a ten-day arena. He said that the Central Plains restaurant can bring his own wine to fight, as long as he can compete with the daughter of the Qin Chu Pub. One altar can be taken away between the uncles of red. On the day when the arena was put out, Chang'an appeared as a young man who was dressed in Jin, with the appearance of heaven and man. He brought wine every day. The wine he brought was eclectic and unheard of, but he was able to compete with these ten altars of daughter red.

However, in a few days, the fame of the young man in Jinyi spreads, and even heard it in the palace. This is the last day. The people of Chang'an have already been waiting for them. In the nearby Gaotai teahouse, there are many powerful children, and the royal children are also here. Look at the excitement.

Sure enough, when the hour came, a young man from Jinyi came here with wine. The nobleman in the teahouse was unusual for ordinary people. Seeing this young man raised his hands and feet, there was the style of Wei and Jin's legacy. Wanting to make friends for one or two, they sent people to inquire about Jin Yi's youth life experience.

In front of the Qin Chu Tavern, the owner tried nine days of good wine and was convinced by the boy. Although he heard the boy's wild words, he still said with a smile.

"The son, but he has good wine, you might as well take it out. The Qin Chu Pub has been around for a hundred years. If you lose, you will be convinced." After speaking, he looked at the jar of wine in the hands of the young man in Jin clothing, and only stepped forward to uncover the altar.

Bai Ju was also curious about him. Although he was mortal, the red wine of the ten altars in Qin Chu Pub did not lose the rare wine of the gods, and it was better than half of his cellar. Where did the ancients find so many good wines to compete with, even if there were, after nine days, it would be difficult for a rare wine to beat Qin Chu's daughter red.

In Bai Jue's way of good wine, he said that there was no, and it really was gone.

The young man in Jin clothing under the lights on the street looked at the wine altar in his hand, and it was a pity that he had a rare experience. For five thousand years, he gave it to the people of this city.

With a wave of her arm, the jar of wine was thrown into the sky, and the seal was opened. The whole jar of wine smashed in the air and settled firmly in the arms of the young man. She just walked like this, but for a moment, the jar of wine was full of fragrance. The street drew everyone into intoxication.

After smelling the fragrance of the wine, seeing the people's expressions intoxicated, Bai Ju was taken aback, and it was actually fig wine.

God Realm figs are hard to find for thousands of years. These ten years have been taken by Zhiyang to make wine and sent to his temple. How could they have them in the hands of the ancients?

"The shopkeeper, try it! My name, Wuhua, may be more popular than your daughter?" The ancients launched it by one hand and handed the fig wine to the owner of the Qin Chu Pavilion with pride.

The owner of the Qin Chu Pavilion has no wine and is not happy. He was too greedy to move his feet by the fig wine. He was immediately overjoyed. He was about to take the wine. He suddenly remembered something and asked: "The old man has heard the past.

"What's the matter?"

"Ten years ago, the Zhao family in Guanxi, the Bai family in southern Shanxi nine years ago, the Hu family in Mobei six years ago, and the Liu family in Central Plains three years ago. Master?"

In the ten years, the royal brewing family, including the Qin Chu Tavern, was kicked out of the restaurant, and it was considered old. It shouldn't be the boy in front of him, but it must have something to do with him.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding people took a deep breath, seeing that the Jinyi youth was even more different, and they all guessed which clan in the dynasty still had this ability.

The antiquity was taken aback, but he didn't expect several times of fighting in the lower bounds, revealing his deeds, and being remembered by others.

"Treasurer, today's wine fight is our business. What do you do with so many old things?" The ancients waved impatiently and spilled a few drops of the wine. "Can you still drink this flowerless wine?"

"Hey! Drink and drink!" The owner of Qin Chu was just curious to ask, the wine spilled on the ground, he was distressed, and was busy picking it up, "Little old man is waiting to taste it!"

Without waiting for him to pick it up, a hand stretched out from the side and took the wine jar steadily.

The owner of the Qin Chu pavilion rushed for a moment, finally raised his head angrily, and was immediately stunned.

The young man in white wears a tunic and robe nowadays, with ink pupils and phoenix eyes, handsome and unparalleled.

He stood beside the Jin Yi boy, picked up the wine jar with his slender hands, and looked towards the owner of the Qin Chu Pub.

"My brother is young, he is not sensible yet, and the master heirs the treasure. There is no need to compare this game. We lost."

After he finished speaking, he nodded towards the master of the Qin Chu Pavilion, held the wine in one hand, and walked out of the ancient people who hadn't recovered.

He has a dusty temperament, and wherever he walks, the people give way to avoid him.

The owner of the Qin Chu Pavilion watched this pair of brothers who had disappeared suddenly, and was both happy and regretful. Fortunately, the last heirloom heirloom could be saved. Unfortunately, the fig wine is so easy to smell that you can’t taste it in your life. What a pity!

In this way, Bai Ju disappeared into the bustling streets of Chang'an with an ancient posture, leaving behind the people looking across the street and admiring powerful children.

When the ancients were taken away from the Qin Chu Tavern, he didn't recover, and he was shocked after only two steps. She looked at her hand held with interest, wondering if these two stunners finally realized that the fig wine was made by herself? Do you understand what you want? Want to confess bravely? What would he say to himself when he turned his head? This is too sudden, how can I respond? Is the response reserved or bold? Today is so auspicious, or do you just tie it back to the upper ancient palace and get things done?

The ancient true god, who had lived for more than 100,000 years, had just wandered around in such a time, and his thoughts had changed a lot.

After walking halfway through Chang'an Avenue, until the hand he held in his palm became warmer and hotter, Bai Ju suddenly held the hand of another true god. Shi Shiran looked back, and in the anticipation of the ancients, he finally popped out the first sentence. .

"Naughty, fig wine is brewed by the sun’s supernatural power, you use it to fight with mortals, mortals drink as little as a hundred years of birthdays, and as many as they will fly to immortals, life and death will bother you in chaos, ghosts and immortals depend on life What happened, after tens of thousands of years, how could he still return such a child's character."

While he was talking, he rationalized the messy clothes for the ancients very naturally.

Bai Ju has always been cold-tempered. Even if he commented on the ancients like this, his expression was gentle, but the blessing in his words and the intimacy of his actions were unconscious in the ancients, but now it is clear.

Although there were no words as expected, the antiquity was full of joy. She pulled Bai Jue's sleeves and grabbed the dignity and wildness of the lord of the world, which is rarely the tenderness of a young age.

"It's just to give these people more blessings. Since they have made good wine, they should have this blessing."

If such a person who has wine skills died early, who would make wine for Baiju? In the ancient times, the door was very clear. If Bai Jue's yin and wrongness had not been hindered by Bai Jue's retribution, she would be happy to keep these mortals.

Bai Ju knew that she was eclectic, and thought she was a young man, but she no longer reprimanded her.

"Where did you get the fig wine? Asked from Zhiyang?"

Antiquity had just been full of ambitions, and when he came to the head, he realized that Bai Ju hadn't seen his own mind, and immediately became a tortoise with a shrunken head. Good wine, I have nothing to do, begging for an altar of wine."

"If you want, just come to my temple to move. He brings an altar every year, and there are four or five altars left in the wine pavilion. Why should you ask him?"

In ancient times, he was a lazy person, and he didn't need to fight for a fight. It was obvious that something was wrong with the search for alcohol in the lower realms for ten years. Could it be...

He still knew Bai Jue's own hobbies, and he was shocked in his heart, followed by unbelievable ecstasy.

Could it be that the ancients collected good wine for themselves? Just thinking about it, the mind that has not moved for thousands of years is like a wave of thousands of miles, and it is a bit at a loss.

The ancients were afraid that Bai Jue would find the clues, and nodded repeatedly, trying to divert the topic.

But Bai Jue somehow this time, suddenly her voice became a little heavy, and she asked to the end, "You don't like wine, how do you like to fight wine in the lower realm?"

I'm really afraid of something. The ancients took a long breath, just want to hide their minds, and said indiscriminately: "You guys are all good wines, I will win more and return to the gods, and I have the right to celebrate my birthday."

Are all good wines? With just such a word "du", Bai Jue's eyes darkened, the sweeping emotion was suppressed by life, and Mo Tong returned to tranquility. He didn't say a word for a while, until the ancient times felt something was wrong, he took a step back, his eyes calm and quiet.

"So that's the case, then for this year's birthday, I will be waiting for your birthday gift."

The four true gods of the ancient world, in addition to Bai Jue, apocalypse is also good wine.

I thought she was interested, but I was afraid that she was thinking too much.

Bai Ju rolled up his sleeves, before she could laugh at herself, her hand was already grabbed.

The immortal body has not been restored in the ancient times, and she is still dressed like a young man in Jin Yi just now. She grasped Bai Ju's hand with a clear smile.

"It's a rare lower realm. Today is the world's upper yuan. It will not be too late for you to accompany me to understand the people's feelings in the world and return to the gods."

She said that she dragged the youth around into the turbulent crowd. The youth was caught in his eyes by the smile, and her palms were tight, but she didn't let go anymore.

Fifteen Yuan, the world is reunited, these words are true from ancient times.

In the ancient gods, Yuemi's mansion, Yuemi, who looked at the scene from the water mirror while eating melon seeds, shook his head, sighed and hated that iron can't make steel.

"The two pieces of wood, fortunately, I bothered to match them, and I still couldn't understand their minds... the combined ages of the two are older than the gods. I really don't know what they grew up eating..."

The goddess Xingyue sighed, and half a year passed in a blink of an eye, and in a blink of an eye it was the birthday of Bai Jue and Tianqi.

Early in the ancient times, the gods in the palace ordered the gods in the hall to send the fine wines he had collected in the lower realm for ten years to the Baiju Hall, and the nine bottles of the good daughter red who had won in the Qin Chu tavern were connected.

The wine stove came out of the ancient temple, swaggered across the market, full of three carts, and blinded the eyes of the gods.

The ancients thought, although it is not as good as Bai Jue's tens of thousands of years of secretly guarding and waiting, but after saving his wife for ten years, it is always a little emboldened to promote marriage. , Huanhuanxi embraced her husband's son-in-law.

When Bai Jue heard the news, although she was surprised and delighted, she didn't dare to be sentimental last time, so she only pondered and ordered the guards.

"Apocalypse Hall accepts the gifts, visit the arrival report."

Shaoqian, the guard will report.

"Yesterday, at the time of Yin, the back door of Tianqi Hall entered the three-car wine furnace, and the gatekeeper said that they were all top grades."

The guards came to report in anxiety, and did not dare to raise their eyes. The first part was silent, and at the end there was only a sigh.

For the person he really likes, he has been used as a real cover.

For some reason, in the thirteenth thousand and eight hundredth year of the ancient calendar, the true **** Bai Jue traveled in the lower realm on the day before his birthday. After that, he did not return for several years and no one knew his whereabouts.

The ancient ambition of asking for a husband-in-law could not be achieved, so he sighed and sighed in Yuemi's mansion all day long.

For some reason, Yue Mi has turned her eyes off her eyes recently.

"Hey, it's too difficult. Why is it so difficult to chase a husband-in-law? A man's heart is needled in the bottom of the sea~ You say where he is going, la la~"

The ancients asked the same sentence every day, Yue Mi leaned on the corridor, looking to the northwest, and couldn't help muttering.

"I knew that your method was so unreliable, so I wouldn't follow you to learn anything about silent dedication. The iron rod was ground into needles, and three carts of good wine were given away. The spray didn't rise at all. After ten years of hard work, he didn't even return to his birthday..."

The direction she looked towards was the Temple of Heavenly Revelation.

The ancients were thinking of Bai Jue who was walking far away, but did not hear Yuemi's muttering, and only waited for Bai Jue to return to the gods to show that she was embracing the beauty in her heart.

The two waited for several years in the Star Reaching Pavilion, but they never waited for Bai Jue and Tianqi to return.

I don't know if it is destined in the dark. In that year, before the birthday of Apocalypse, he guarded the Qiankun Pavilion alone, knowing that the chaos is coming, and since then, the lower realm has never returned.

The ancients did not wait for Bai Jue to return first, but instead waited for the news that Apocalypse had set up a sacrifice formation in the lower realm to destroy the Three Realms.

Sun and Apocalypse True God returned after hearing the news and discussed countermeasures.

Since that day, the goddess of Yuemi Mansion has no more frivolous smiles at the corners of her mouth and her preference for robbing and robbing babies.

The day before the ancients made up their minds to be martyred and save the Three Realms, He Yuemi was drinking in the Star Harvest Pavilion.

Yue Mi asked her: "Bai Jue is back, why don't you say it?"

The antiquity remained silent for a long time, and finally said: "I am the Lord of the One Realm, the True God of the Three Realms, and there are some things that must be done. If you want to lose it in the end, it is better to never know it."

She suddenly turned her head and looked at Yue Mi beside her.

"There is something, I wanted to ask you a few years ago."

"What's the matter?"

"You don't like wine, why did you ask me for fig wine that year?"

Yue Mi was taken aback for a moment, and then went silent for a long time, and finally smiled: "I can't imagine that the elm bumps will have a day of resuscitation. Don't guess, it's just what you think."

The true God Apocalypse is good wine, this matter is also well known in the world.

She turned and left, leaving the misty voice of the Star and Moon Goddess on the long steps.

"Like you, I didn't find a good opportunity. After so many years, I just missed it. In ancient times, no matter what happens, protect him for me."

The ancient times didn't understand the meaning of Yuemi's words. If you understood, there would be no regrets for tens of thousands of years later.

She did not succeed in martyring on the second day, and the **** Yuemi took a group of gods to the lower realm and died in the apocalyptic formation of the world. The only one who saved his life and returned to the ancient gods was a small phoenix. At that time, she was not the Queen of Heaven Wuhuan, but a divine beast in the ancient world.

The day when the news came, it was also a sunny day. The ancients held that jar of fig wine that was captured by Bai Ju many years ago, and looked at the mansion of the Goddess Xingyue. Ling Ding was drunk and no one dared to persuade him.

Later, is the beginning of all stories.

The true **** was martyred in the ancient world, and the ancient world was sealed in dust. The true **** Bai Jue lived alone in the world and began a long wait and wait for more than 60,000 years.

More than sixty thousand years later, when all the dust settled, Apocalypse got the dust-covered memory of the ancients for three hundred years from the statue that had been weathered for tens of thousands of years in the realm of the sky. There will be a tear in the goddess statue of Wannian.

He always thought that Yue Mi left it to the ancients.

There are many things he never knew. I didn't know it 60,000 years ago, and I didn't know it 60,000 years later.

There was a saying in ancient times that was actually right.

If you want to lose it in the end, it is better to never have it.

This is not only the choice of the ancients and Bai Jue, but also Yue Mi's final choice and letting go.

But after all, it's a shame.

The ancients finally waited for that sentence, I am Bai Jue.

But what about Yuemi?

She spent ten years carefully collecting the three-car wine furnace, and it has been dusted in the wine pavilion of the Temple of Apocalypse. It has been more than 60,000 years without anyone coming to open it.

—The end of "Ancient"