"A glass of cloudy wine. ”

Worry-free is flipping through the "Classic of Mountains and Seas", looking up when she hears the sound, and looks at it, it is the beauty she sighed at when she was a child, and she is also the sweetheart of her old friend.

He closed the book without worry, put it in the drawer, took a pot of aged wine from the top floor of the wine cabinet, and poured a full glass for the beautiful woman in front of him.

"Please. "Neither worry-free made a gesture of please.

The woman picked up the wine glass and looked at it for a long time, the cup was a glass luminous cup, but the forgetfulness in this cup was very different from ordinary wine, a touch of thick green, and the bottom of the glass could not be seen.

It's really muddy!

Take a sip, and the long years that have been precipitated for thousands of years will melt on the lips in an instant, and it is extraordinarily fragrant.

"Good wine, does it have a name?"

"No regrets. ”

"No regrets? No regrets...... It would be nice if the world could do things without regrets. The woman gently lowered the cup, her eyebrows lowered.

"Tianpeng, do you not regret it?"

was a little surprised, but Chang'e didn't expect Chang'e to take the initiative to lift the canopy. It seems that this fairy Chang'e still cares about Marshal Tianpeng very much.

It's a pity......

Scold!

"He never regretted anything he did. "Worry-free and sunk, said truthfully.

Fairy Chang'e sneered and shook her head: "It's a little ridiculous, when he did rude things to me that day, I really hated him, but when General Vowel pulled him away, the determination and relief in his eyes made me emotional." At that moment, I really understood him, but unfortunately I was already imprisoned, and he also had his own mission to carry out. He has no remorse...... I have no regrets. ”

Tianpeng, if you had heard these words earlier, would you not have been so sorry?

It's a pity, the road ahead, and you can't turn back.

"The infatuated children and resentful girls in this world all wait until they lose to know how to cherish them, and the same is true for the gods. "Neither worry-free nor sympathetic to this set, only loss can be cherished, that must be destined to lose!

"The lord is right, and the second person knows the truth...... It doesn't make any sense. "Chang'e has a good temperament, and she is not only carefree in the face of unforgiving people, but also so patient.

It seems that in this heavenly palace, there is no less oppression by those fairies!

"Okay, I won't talk to you about these love words, let's talk about business, the fairy suddenly left the Moon Palace and came to my wine shop...... You're going to have to make some deal with me. He raised his eyebrows lightly, and his face showed a hint of joy.

She could collect consciousness again.

"The owner is smart, I am here today, there is indeed something important, I have already heard the rules of the wine shop, and the story and divine sense are indispensable. Chang'e has a story and wants to make a deal with the owner, but I don't know what to do?"

"Very good, let's hear it. "I didn't have to worry about supporting my chin, and looked at Fairy Chang'e interestingly.

......

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In ancient times, at the beginning of chaos, the great god Pangu woke up in the earth, looking at the world shrouded in darkness, there was no trace of light, he hated the darkness, hated this world without light, so he picked up the giant axe and slashed towards the darkness, and the divine power split the darkness out of a narrow crack.

Therefore there is heaven and earth, mountains, rivers, flowers and plants, thunderstorms and light.

At the beginning of heaven and earth, when the Six Realms were not yet defined, Emperor Jun became the Emperor of Haotian between heaven and earth, and returned to the son of Xihe, the sun goddess who was in charge of the sun and moon, and gave birth to ten sons, all of whom were the embodiment of light and the embodiment of the sun.

Absolute darkness is painful, but light to the extreme is also a devastating disaster.

The ten sun gods live far away from the East Mountain, resting under the Fusang book by the East China Sea, taking turns every day, shining on the earth, giving light and hope to all things.

Years went on and on.

Until that day, Yang Qi wandered around the world, and when he returned from the West Barren Mountain, he happened to find a spirit bird, which weighed the trap of the hunter, and his wings were stabbed, and the blood did not stop. This bird resembles a crow, the head has a pattern, like a ripple blooming in the water, the pure white beak "Ya Ya Ya" called, Yang Qi saw that it was quite spiritual, so he held up its little red feet like flames back to the Fusang tree, and bandaged it carefully.

The spirit bird was very happy and jumped in front of Yang Qi, "Ya Ya - Ya Ya!"

Yang Qi was amused by it, and his skeletal index finger gently touched its forehead. "Little one, do you have a name?"

The spirit bird seemed to be able to understand the human language, and shook its head dullly with its head down.

"Shall I take one?"

The spirit bird quickly raised its head, smashed its head, and shouted happily again: "Ya Ya Ya - Ya Ya!"

Yang Qi groped his chin and pondered for a moment, "You are very similar to the Divine Crow, and you are always calling, so let's call you, how about it?"

"Ah Ya - Ah Ya Ya!" Ah Ya swayed her thin figure and staggered to Yang Qi's palm, her white beak gently slashing Yang Qi's jade-like skin.

Yang Qi took the injured Ah Ya into this way, and for many days, he found some fresh sour fruits to feed Ah Ya every day, and Ah Ya would swagger up a few laps every time she finished eating, and then jumped into Yang Qi's arms to peck at his chest.

Yang Qi just smiled, then held it in his arms and coaxed it to sleep.

Yang Qi's younger brother Yang Jiu has a fierce temperament, he has been held in the palm of his hand by Xihe and Dijun since he was a child, and he is used to being spoiled, looking at the spirit bird in Yang Qi's hand, he moved his mind.

"Brother Seven, how about this bird send me?"

Yang Qi naturally understands this brother, and since he was a child, as long as he likes it, there is nothing he can't get, and he is used to being arrogant. If it's on weekdays, it's just that, today this spirit bird is seriously injured, if it is handed over to Yang Jiu, I'm afraid it will be difficult to escape death!

"It's wounded, and when I heal it, if it's willing to go with you, it's yours!"

Yang Jiu never imagined that the seventh brother who had always let him refuse him today, Yang Jiu, who had never suffered rejection, was instantly irritable and made a fuss. "Bad seventh brother! I don't care about my brother at all!

Yang Jiu used the method of the sun, a huge fireball on the palm of his hand, there is nothing in this world that Yang Jiu can't get, he can't get Ah Ya, Yang Qi can't even think of it!

He took advantage of Yang Qi's inattention, and threw a fireball straight at Ah Ya, who was so frightened that she hurriedly fluttered her wings, but the old injury had not healed, and it could only watch the flame get closer and closer, and even the feathers gradually began to melt.

"Xiao Jiu!" At the critical moment, Yang Qi waved his sleeves lightly and integrated the fireball into the palm of his hand. "Don't mess around!"

"Hmph, Seventh Brother, you actually did it with your own brother for the sake of the wild birds! You are so disappointed!" Yang Jiu was so angry that he stomped his feet, pouted, sullen, and his eyes were full of anger.