[Original God_Zhong Li's personal orientation] Changhe

At the end of the turbulent era, the king of the rock carved a wine bottle from the unmovable rock, which contained the nectar enjoyed by the supreme.

He talked with his friend who came with the wind on the group of rocks: "The basalt should be indestructible, and the crystal must be clear and exquisite. Just like walking in the mortal world, the pleasure of tasting must be extreme."

The friend who is in charge of the wind in the world is holding a bottle of dandelion wine. This kind of seed that will blow up with the wind at the right time can be brewed by the people in the hometown of dandelion.Fengshen didn't care about the wine bottle placed on the rock by the rock king Dijun, because he directly drank from the bottle.

It is said in ancient books that the seven gods in the past often gathered in Liyue to drink.

Maybe I have to add that Fengshen is the most diligent in private, and he is keen to share his favorite things with Yanjun.

The craftsmen in Liyue Harbor used to build pavilions for ancient houses in the open places among the mountains and fields. The Cuanjian Pavilion where they are standing now was originally a perfect place for enjoying the cool in summer, watching the stars and reciting poems.From here, you can just see the harbor and the various forms of the town. The scenery is so beautiful that the wind god is more and more excited, and he gets drunk in the gazebo.

When Fengshen held the wine and thought he was persuading the other party to drink, Fengshen said: "The flames of war are extinguished, and the embers are settled. I have seen too many disputes and partings. Before everything has started, someone must heal the world. Trauma, someone has to find a way to communicate."

He played the piano and sang or wrote poems, expressing his desire to make all things respond.

The "kind and benevolent rock king" that Liyue people often say took out a handkerchief and wiped his face, and said, "Your performance is indeed the best in the mainland. But next time you get drunk, pour wine on my head. I I'm going to be angry."

Then Emperor Yan Wang moved out all the tea tables and tea chairs in the pavilion, and watched Fengshen speak to a human-shaped rock in the pavilion for two hours.

After Fengshen sobered up, he apologized and grabbed Qiu Feng, who was about to arrive on the land of Liyue.

The emperor of the rock king used wine bottles to hold the autumn wind.

Fengshen walked towards Gaotian beyond Liyue, and Yanshen walked down Tianheng Mountain within Liyue.

Wearing a white robe, a man with golden eyes strolled through the mountains with a wine bottle without liquor. Wherever he went, the apricot leaves were golden and the osmanthus was fragrant.

That's how Liyue's autumn came.This year's autumn came very early, and the climate was not cold, which gave people enough time to harvest the fruits.

Qiu Feng pillowed in the aftertaste of the wine, hiccupped, and rested in the glass drunkenly.The nectar of the gods is so precious, the fragrance of the wine intoxicates the autumn wind.

Emperor Yan Wang stood in Liyue Street, no one could see him.He raised his hand and tilted the wine glass, pouring the unlucky autumn wind into the lotus pond.In autumn, the lotus does not bloom, and the pond is full of fallen flowers and leaves, showing a somewhat dry posture.After the lotus pond, Yujing Terrace is at the top, and Feiyunpo is at the back.

"Why doesn't the wind in the world seem to be able to drink alcohol?" Dijun asked suspiciously.

The King of Rocks sat on the piled rocks in the pond and fell asleep, his left foot fell into the water without splashing a wave, but his reflection was a tall mountain.

Qiu Feng was dazed and wandering around in the pond, knowing that this was his hometown that he visited once a year.

It rushed out of the pond and bumped around in the liyue while taking advantage of the drunkenness.

In the arsenal, the craftsmen who opened the furnace and forged weapons carefully avoided the paper on the table. If there was soot on their fingers, they would ask the apprentice to wipe it with a cloth.That drawing, which was called the "Trial" series by later generations, was born from this.

Han Wu has a son named "Han Ce". I hope that he will have a good strategy, that he will have a clever strategy, and that he will inherit the family business of forging swords and forging knives.

Usually, others go out in spring in spring, and prepare a paper kite to go out in spring.Han Ce didn't like it, just like he didn't have the slightest enthusiasm for the craftsmen's furnace and blacksmithing.He often likes to run to release them in autumn, saying that the autumn wind is just right.

Autumn is coming soon this year, so he also ran out, called three or five friends who are also sons of craftsmen, and ran to Yujing Terrace to fly kites.

It's a pity that this year, for some reason, the kite has not been able to fly high.

After running wildly all morning, the children felt bored and dispersed.In the end, only Han Ce was alone, coming down from Yujing Terrace holding an untimely paper kite.He bounced down the stairs made by Jianshi for his own amusement. The adults who passed by Yujing Terrace to invite incense laughed when they saw him, and those who had good deeds joked: Oh, isn’t this Han’s kid?Why didn't your father catch the blacksmith today and rush to fly the kite?

Han Ce was ashamed and said angrily, "I don't want to strike iron. Just look at it. This kite must be flying very high. It's so high that Liyue can see it."

He accidentally slipped and fell from the steps, but fortunately, someone else caught him by the collar, which prevented him from falling with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

The kite got out of hand and did not fall, but a gust of wind blew it higher and higher.

The young Han Ce pointed to the kite and said, "Look, look, I knew I could fly very high."

The adult ignored his words, patted the ashes on his body for him, and replied: "Yes, I see, you hurry home, you almost fell into a fool."

Han Ce chased the kite down the stairs and rushed all the way to the pond.

He saw a white-robed man sitting on the rock in Tang Zhongshan, he seemed to be woken up by himself, and stared at him with those golden eyes.

He looked at the kite that was flying higher and higher, and at the man sitting cross-legged after pulling his feet out of the water, a burst of unreasonable grievances was like the unexplained wind by the pond, fluttering and making him cry.It feels like before, when his grandfather annoyed him for not forging iron and punished him not to eat, but his father Han Wu woke him up in the middle of the night and told him to quietly make you a bowl of noodle soup and eat it while it was hot.Same thing with nose and eyes.

Han Ce sniffled at the white-robed man and said, "My kite..."

The child who couldn't hold the string in his hand could only watch the kite being lifted higher and higher by the autumn wind.

The man followed the child's hand and looked up to the sky. The paper kite was floating around without any intention of landing.

Yan Shen waved to the sky, Qiu Feng was so drunk that he ignored the boss of this land.

So Emperor Yanwang said, "Come down."

The sound is like rolling down rocks, and the autumn wind rolls down from the sky to the earth.

The child laughed through tears, bent down to pick up his kite, and raised his head to say thank you, but there was no one on the rock.

After returning home, he just wanted to tell Han Wu what happened today when he entered the door and saw his father crying.

His father said to Aunt Yun's who he had met before: "In the end, it's done, breaking through the shackles of weapon forging, the arsenal's trial series is still done."

When the craftsman said this, the window was open, and the autumn wind blew his robe covered in cold ashes from blacksmiths.

Emperor Yanwang continued to walk in the streets and alleys, occasionally stopping to look at something.That ray of autumn wind followed him for a hundred years and a thousand years.

The robe is loose, and in other seasons, the autumn wind is hidden in his sleeves, and he comes out for a walk in autumn.

Thousands of years later, the emperor put on other clothes and became the guest minister of Xiangshengtang.His sleeves became narrower, which had no effect on the autumn wind, because after a thousand years, the original autumn wind had already become smaller and smaller.

Occasionally, this mortal who is called "Mr. Zhongli" went to listen to the book, and the storyteller told the story of the past in Taiwan, talking about the Han family and his son: the "Trial" series and "Black Rock" created by Cam Wu and Han Ce. series of weapons.

Zhongli drank tea from a cup and blew gently.

Full sleeves autumn wind.