[Original God_Zhong Li's personal orientation] Changhe

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Jinjiang swallowed my format, there is no other way, just look at it. "Spring is here?" The old man turned his head slightly and asked him.

The man with the golden eyes nodded and covered the other party with clothes, he replied: "Yes, the spring of Liyue is here."

This year spring came earlier than usual.

So, the old stele-builder closed his eyes.

The man stood aside, and after the old man closed his eyes, he called "Zhongli" shed a tear.

"Walnut, walnut...don't climb so high, come down quickly." The girl sitting on the wall, with a plum in her hair, ignored the shout of the middle-aged man below, raised her head high, and looked at the blue sky .

"Walnut, walnut..." The middle-aged man called her again, "Come down quickly, what should you do if Hall Master Hu sees you?"

"Grandpa saw it if he saw it, just say I'm basking in the sun!" the girl said in a brisk tone, swinging her legs twice.She raised her hand to touch the plum blossom, thinking about its color, which is red: like the neighbors in the streets and alleys wearing red padded jackets, and also like the sun that is rarely seen in winter.

"Get up and bask in the sun during the day!" Hu Tao jumped off the wall and landed smoothly amidst the middle-aged man's exclamation.

She laughed and said to the hostess, "Oh, don't worry, and don't tell my grandpa, okay?"

She tugged on the sleeve of the middle-aged man, beckoning him to come over, then bent her palm and said, "Let me tell you quietly, I just ate the sun on it."

"What is this all about!" the middle-aged man yelled, "Hey! Walnut! Don't run so fast!"

After Hu Tao said that, she jumped and ran away, and the hostess of the Hall of Past and Death chased after her in a panic.

On the street, the second young master of Feiyun Chamber of Commerce was discussing the new silk with his family members. Although he was young, he was exceptionally talented in business.When Walnut cheered and ran, he happened to see this scene.I didn't feel any novelty, and if I wanted to say it, my mood was probably "Ah...it's that Xiaohu hall master of the Xiangsheng Hall again".

When Hu Tao passed by, he waved to him and said, "Hero Xingqiu, see you in Jianghu!"

Xing Qiu stopped the servant who was about to say "disrespectful", put his hand on his chin, and murmured: "This sentence of goodbye in Jianghu... is really good, um... the farewell of a hero is indeed like this, so we should see you in Jianghu." He nodded to himself, and also expressed his affirmation to Hutao who had gone away. He deserved to be the "dark poet of the alley school".

The alchemist family is educating the only remaining descendants of this line, and Liyue has entered the winter, but one of the children is wearing summer clothes, showing half of his calf, and the cold wind blows, making people shiver.The child had just memorized how to paint this talisman, when the paper umbrella in his hand was suddenly pulled away and left.

"Chongyun, let me use it!" Hu Tao yelled, raising his umbrella high.

The little alchemist stretched out his hand, grabbed a cloud of air, and stood there blankly, at a loss.

"Hu, Hutao—!" It was the middle-aged man who was chasing Hutao who yelled. He saw the little hall master jump straight down from Feiyunpo with a paper umbrella, and his heart almost fell out. Chest up.

The paper umbrella was painted with cloud patterns, which were still visible at first, but became less and less visible as the altitude decreased, and finally only the round white surface of the umbrella remained.

"It's over..." Jumping from such a high place, it's over.The middle-aged man covered his eyes.

The little alchemist who had "borrowed" the paper umbrella thought for a while, tugged at the corner of the poor man's clothes, and said, "There is my family's imperial wind talisman on the umbrella...it should...not die." Qiu took him and often played high jump.

"Ah..." The middle-aged man let out this sound from his throat.

He was stunned for a moment before realizing it. He leaned his hands on the railing and watched the paper umbrella fall. The crowd below did not show any panic. Instead, they formed a circle and pointed. , and finally the little hall master's plum blossoms were a little red.

"Walnut, walnut...!" He shouted again, and hurriedly ran down to find someone.

The people of the alchemist family were not surprised by this, and called Chongyun to come over and continue to learn how to draw talismans. Anyway, the little girl in the Hall of Death can always send back things intact. This time it was a paper umbrella, and last time there was Chongyun The rain-closing talisman drawn during practice, what was it last time...?

When the middle-aged man ran down Feiyunpo, Hu Tao finally stopped running.The main reason is that Hu Tao bumped into her grandfather at the bridge of the Three-Eyed Shouxian Card.

The No. 70 Sixth Generation Hall Master of the Past Life Hall smiled and said, "Hu Tao, you are running in such a hurry, where are you going?"

Then the old hall master raised his head, looked at the middle-aged man who was hurriedly chasing after him, and said jokingly: "Look at your uncle in a hurry, in case he falls ill in a hurry, who will carve a monument for the Xiangsheng Hall? Now Liyue Li The steleman, but he is the only one."

Hu Tao stuck out her tongue, said nothing, and turned her head to look at the man in black robe behind her grandfather.

The man smiled at her.

"This will be the guest of our Pastoral Hall from now on. He will give lectures, and you will also listen to them. It is always good to learn more." The old hall master turned sideways so that the man behind him could be fully exposed.

He was a tall man with eyes like golden stones in the mountains.

"During this period, just call me Zhongli." The man said slowly.

When the person erecting the stele of the Hall of Death arrived, the man continued, "If there is no one who erects the monument of the Hall of Death in the future, I will take over."

"But my grandfather said, you are a guest." Hu Tao whispered.

"Keqing does not conflict with the person who erected the stele." Zhongli replied.

The middle-aged man turned a deaf ear to this sentence, and instead knelt down and said to Hu Tao: "Hu Tao, little hall master, can we stop running so fast next time? Also, don't climb such a high place, what if you fall down?" ?" The middle-aged man looked at the paper umbrella in Hu Tao's hand again, hesitated to speak, and finally gave up talking about it when Hu Tao shook his head desperately.

The old hall master recognized the paper umbrella, looked at it twice, and said "tsk tsk", but didn't say anything more.

There are no rules in the place of Xiangshengtang.Except for the rules of "life and death", they are not rules in Xiangshengtang.However, in this world, it seems that there are not many things that can be greater than life and death.

The old hall master didn't restrain Hu Tao's behavior, but turned his head to Ke Qing and the middle-aged man and said, "From now on... I'll leave it to you."

When Hu Tao heard this, she stomped her feet and said, "I'll go and return the umbrella first."

ran away again.

The No.70 sixth-generation hall master of the Xiangsheng Hall, the stele erector of the Xiangsheng Hall, and the future guest ministers of the Xiangsheng Hall, the old, the old, and the young, all stood on this bridge.The bridge was built so high that the boats in the river below looked so small.Children chasing cats and dogs ran on the bridge, and adults behind the children were yelling to be careful.

The old hall master rested his hand on the bridge railing, looking at the mountains and the vast sea in the distance: "It's unimaginable that such an era would end like this...Look at Liyue now, where can you see it? How did the demons rampage back then?"

The man who erected the stele said "um", and took out the things that he was afraid of losing when he was running before, tied them around his waist, and then said: "The last Qianyan Army has left too. This is the last one."

Zhong Li stood beside the person erecting the stele, looking at the God's Eye hanging on the other's waist, but what Ke Qing said had nothing to do with the God's Eye: "In that era, I followed the King of Rock with great courage to fight The Qianyan Army, when the last person dies, that era will begin to blur."

"That's why I have me," said the person who erected the stele with a fist in his left hand, which was propped up on his right hand. tombstone."

The man who erected the stele turned his head and said with a smile: "Times will pass away, but our memory will not be blurred. We will remember, even if we don't remember, I will remember."

He looked at the sea on which Liyue Port rested, and said, "I have engraved a lot of steles, and I have remembered a lot of people."

The person who erected the stele folded his sleeves, as if he had been blown cold by the cold wind on the bridge. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's like the generation of the Qianyan Army has passed away, and this generation is still there. The Qianyan Army is still Qianyan Army. Maybe in the future, the old hall master will become the junior hall master. The Hall of Rebirth will still be the Hall of Past Rebirth. It’s all the same reason.”

The old hall master was overjoyed, and slapped him on the forehead, "Well, curse me."

The last Qianyan army who retreated from the battlefield died, and died in the coldest day of winter.Those eras called "the past" have become the source of legends and stories.The world is like a long river, and people caught by the river will not stop.

When carving the tombstone of the Qianyan Army, Zhongli was beside him.

The stele erector asked softly: "Do you know why the stele of all living beings is made of rocks?"

He didn't answer the question right away, talking about something else: "This is not the first time I erected a monument for the Qianyan Army, but this is the last time belonging to that era. I carved the tombstones of all the Qianyan Army of that generation, Their births are not the same. Some people are born poor and some people are born very rich. But for these people, their lives can be attributed to a short sentence in a certain period of time: follow Yan Jun."

"Some people's lives were given to me by Liyue Qixing, and they were organized in great detail. They wrote about everything they killed on any battlefield. Some people's lives were told by me standing by their bedside. They were very vague and described. It may also be upside down. But they all remember a glass of wine, when going to the battlefield, Lord Yan toasted a glass of wine to all the soldiers among the rocks."

"War is a very cruel thing, and it is the most ruthless thing in the world. Many Qianyan troops who have experienced wars, in the end, couldn't even speak."

"One day, I went to a man's home. He had no legs, but he could talk. When talking about the decades of his life, he said... just following our Lord Yan."

The middle-aged man who carved the tombstone stopped, and brushed off the stone chips on the stone tablet with his hands.

The eyes of God on his waist shone slightly.

"I know how small people are, and how short their time is for gods."

The stele erector said slowly: "But I can't forget."

"If you really want to take over, then you can't forget."

Then, he answered the first question: "The rocks in the world are the flesh and blood of Lord Yan, and only Lord Yan can bear the weight of thousands of things in the world."

"We look for clay from mountain rocks. It's like carve out the bones and meat from Mr. Yan, and then use cold and hard knives to carve those ages that belong to people. Lord Yan, he should also remember."

Zhong Li handed the carving knife to the other party and talked about "a legend".

Legend: A long time ago, in the battle of the stratum rock giant abyss, the soldiers who left behind spontaneously toasted a glass of wine to the rock king.

Later: King Yan stands on the rocks.

A god with eyes like gold amber, and small people.

He said: "All generals and generals, the army of Qianyan, when Liyue was in turmoil, those who tried to turn the sky down, please rise."

Immediately, hold the golden bottle and drink together.

It was the same winter that year.very cold.

After the legend was finished, the middle-aged man who had carved the tombstone touched the words on the tombstone with his hand.

The stele erector of the Hall of Rebirth asked: "I carved every word with my own hands. Why do I feel so strange?"

Zhong Li looked at the tearful face of the other party, and shook his head slightly.

"What is your wish?" He asked in such a low voice that the middle-aged man didn't hear it.

The God's Eye flickered twice.

The girl sitting behind the counter was not as tall as the table. At the age when other children were running around, she was playing with making paper flowers in the Hall of Rebirth.The hostess came and went, shouting "Hutao, the weather is fine outside, let's go out and play".

She does not.

She said: "The cloud I am familiar with has already flown away with the geese, and I will not go out."

"Walnut, walnut..."

Hearing the familiar call, Walnut raised her head.What I saw was not the person erecting the stele in the Xiangsheng Hall, but that guest... a child next to him.

"Walnut, walnut..." the steleman hugged the child who was about the same age as Hutao, and said with a smile, "Look, do you want to play together? This is my child."

After watching the two children run out the door, Ke Qing asked about the child's origin.

The stele erector picked up the walnut half-folded paper flower and said, "Isn't Uncle Tian going to retire from the Liyue Seven Stars? He entrusted me to take care of this child, who is a legacy of the Qianyan Army. The moon is much more peaceful, but the bandits in the mountains are also much more terrifying."

"Jiang Zhaoyuan, how are you? Is your name good?" The person erecting the stele coughed twice.

He is getting old too.

"That child's father, I also erected his monument..."

"When they sent them over, seven or eight Qianyan troops came just like that. His father was covered with a piece of clothing, and when he was buried, he followed him with a gun. Zhaoyuan was still young, beside Uncle Tian. Standing there, I asked Uncle Tian when Dad would come back. I couldn't help it, so I said leave it to me."

The good and bad things in the world are mixed together, and it is the world's affairs.What a wonderful person, you said, but it is a pity that he is gone.

So what is "unfortunate"?

Good things are clear streams, bad things are mud.Walking on the road of the world, I have lost my whole body.Good things and bad things are inseparable and inseparable.

Ke Qing looked at him and asked, "What is your wish?"

The stele erector replied very quickly: "I want to watch Zhao Yuan grow up."

However, with this incident as the dock, time as the river.

Going down, many years later, before the person who erected the monument passed away.

This child named "Jiang Zhaoyuan" grows up, but the world is impermanent.

He left a monument on Tianheng Mountain.That summer, when Zhao Yuan was delivered, the stele erector took off a piece of clothing to cover him.He also left behind a child named "Little Jiang".

But the people who erected the monument don't know what will happen in the future.He didn't know that in the summer of a certain year in the future, he would erect a monument for the child, and there was another monument beside the monument.The two steles rest on Tianheng Mountain.Xiao Jiang asked a passing traveler: Can you play hide and seek with me?

So now, standing in the sunshine of autumn, at the door of the Hall of Resurrection, he said to the two children who were playing and playing:

"Walnut, walnut..."

"Zhaoyuan, Zhaoyuan..."

"Slow down."

Summer is over.

The person who erected the monument became old all of a sudden.

The stele erector asked, "Why do people live?"

He touched the tombstone, the same as before.Just remembering someone, something close, made him miserable.

Ke Qing stood aside and looked at him.

Then, Ke Qing poured out the wine glass in his hand, and toasted a glass of wine to the place where "Zhao Yuan's Tomb" was written.

"Oh..." the stele erector said to himself, "has he grown up to be able to drink?"

People are not afraid of death, people are afraid of loneliness.If you are alone in the vast sea of ​​people, you will be melted into the world by world events and memories.

But Pan Yan is not afraid of life, the world is full of rocks, and the mountains and valleys are also him.

He said: "I hope you can live and live well."

He has said this to many people.

Many people with weak bloodlines, those Qianyan Army who fought with him.

There are many immortals with power, those beasts who turned into rocks after the war.

There are many, ten thousand lives rooted in this land, the person who erected the stele.

The world and rocks were also splashed with blood. Before the person erecting the stele appeared, the blood that could not be washed away was the inscription.

The mountains and valleys were also pierced by guns. Before the Qianyan army fell, they used guns in their hands to support themselves.

Then, those people, were covered with a garment by the rest.

"Spring is here?" the old man turned his head slightly and asked him.

The man with the golden eyes nodded and covered the other party with clothes, he replied: "Yes, the spring of Liyue is here."

This year spring came earlier than usual.

"Do you know my wish?" asked the stele erector.

Zhongli nodded.

"I didn't know until now, who I am..." said the man who erected the monument.

Zhong Li shook his head instead.

"Good and bad things in the world cannot be separated. But Mr. Yan gave the world a chance, which is the eye of God."

"The day I got the eye of God, I was puzzled. Because I was not at the turning point of fate. Later, you asked me many times what my wish was... I really couldn't answer it, because I didn't know What is the wish of this eye of God?"

"But I know it now, and you know it too." The man who erected the stele said in a weaker voice.

The Rock King Dijun has had many incarnations, and when preparing to step down from the godhood, the Dijun also squeezed several mortal bodies, most of which failed.The stele erector and Zhongli are the only two remaining.It's just that the person who erected the stele never woke up, and lived his whole life as an ordinary person.

So, the old stele-builder closed his eyes.

The man stood aside, and after the old man closed his eyes, he called "Zhongli" shed a tear.

The monument erector under the clothes turned into rock dust and scattered in the sky and the earth.

There were bursts of spring thunder.

There was a huge statue of God behind Zhongli. They covered him with a piece of clothing, using beautiful mountains and rivers as fabrics, rare jade veins as belts, and thousands of lights as jewelry.

People raised their hands, under him, beside him, beside him.

People seem to hold up a mountain.

Then, Zhong Li raised his hand, and in his hand was a God's Eye.

"The stone is immortal, and the ambition of the rock will last forever."