Time is like quicksand at your fingertips, fleeting. A thousand years of time, like a dream of Nanke.

Ah Mao has been in the Most Immortal Valley for a thousand years, and was brought back to the Heavenly Realm by the Heavenly General, and the immortal status was restored.

Until the last moment when she left the top mountain, she didn't see Tianqingzi again. She was faintly a little lost, although her cheap master didn't treat her very well, she couldn't even be unwilling to see her.

Just as she sighed, she turned around and found a terrifying scene - Kui Chu and Ziying, two fat men who were often against her at that time, hugged each other, cried like dogs, and carried two large baskets of potatoes and eggplants in their hands. They cried and told her not to forget about them when she returned to the Heavenly Realm, and said that she must give this dish to Wunian to try it.

The corners of Ah Mao's mouth twitched, he couldn't cry or laugh, he had already become an immortal without thoughts, how could he touch these mundane things again? But people are well-intentioned, and it is not easy to refuse, so they will take advantage of the situation. She didn't expect that these two fat people had such deep "feelings" for her. But perhaps this is the so-called friendship, ordinary quarrels and contradictions, at the time of parting, it seems that they are no longer important. Mao suddenly felt that "parting" was really a good thing, it could make many people and things poignant and worth remembering.

Qing Shu is still a smiling face, telling her for thousands of years, and her ears are about to callouse. You can't be greedy, you can't be emotional, you can't cultivate well and so on. She laughed and said that Qing Shu was even more verbose than her fox mother, but found that when her mother Mo Xue was mentioned, a suspicious flush flashed on Qing Shu's face.

Mao sat on the stone bench and giggled, completely unaware that the red rope in her hand had twisted her into a dead lump.

"Hey, hey! Shigeru, what's wrong with you? Lately, you can't give up? Yueyue asked suspiciously.

Amo came back to his senses, "Huh? No, it's fine! She couldn't remember the first time she had wandered. She thought that she must have stayed in the Most Immortal Valley for too long, and she couldn't adapt to the life of the Heavenly Realm for a while.

Seeing that Ah Mao looked absent-minded, Yueyue shook her head helplessly and placed a large bucket of freshly dyed silk in front of her. "These are freshly dyed, and they will be used tomorrow, so they must be twisted today."

Amomu nodded, watched Yueyue walk away, and sighed deeply.

It had been quite a short time since she returned to the Heavenly Realm, and almost no one would take the initiative to pay attention to her except for the people of the Moon Old Mansion and the Rabbit God. In the eyes of the immortals of the Heavenly Realm, she was a thief, a despicable clown. They don't care if she's framed by Hibiscus, all they care about is that she's a thief. As for "Is she really a thief?" Of course, no one cares about this proposition.

Ah Mao didn't care much on the surface, and he was happy every day, but he was just afraid that they would be worried. She has rarely gone out recently, because she is very afraid, afraid of seeing the contemptuous eyes of those divine monarchs, afraid of seeing the whispers of the immortals pointing at her, and even more afraid that this kind of humiliating scene will be bumped into by Wu Nian, who has become a priest.

Speaking of Wu Nian, in fact, on the day Ah Mao returned to Yue Lao Mansion, Wu Nian came to see her, but she turned her away for various reasons. Because of the relationship between the rabbit god, the people of the Yue Lao Mansion all know the relationship between this beautiful new god monarch and Ah Mao. Regarding the fact that Amao avoided Wu Nian, everyone expressed their incomprehension.

People don't think about a dignified god, if you want to have a good look, just like an affordable immortal, since the ascension of no thought, the heavenly realm doesn't know how many fairies and immortals are rushing upside down, it is said that even the eyes above the top of the hibiscus went to see him in person. But why is their family's brain-soaked Mao indifferent? It's amazing!

Based on Mao's "sluggishness", everyone decided to fully carry forward the work of pulling the red line and promoting marriage, so they racked their brains to find a way, and finally came up with a very feasible method to match the God-given relationship between Mao and Wunian.

So, one day, Yue Lao called Ah Mao to his house with a smile and told her the story in a serious voice.

What heavenly immortals, what cowherd and weaver girl, what Baolian lantern.

Mao scratched his head: "Yue Lao, where did you hear such an old-fashioned story?" I remember that the Seven Princesses are only the size of a human five-year-old child now, right? And the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd, how do I remember that these two have already broken up? That's right! The most ridiculous thing is the Baolian lamp, the three virgins are very good in the heavenly realm, where did the agarwood come from? You are arranging wild history for others like this, it is a rumor! Yes, isn't rumor-mongering blasphemous? Yue Lao, you're in trouble! But don't worry, I won't talk nonsense! ”

Yue Lao made Ah Mao dizzy, he just wanted to learn from some myths and stories in the human world to achieve the purpose of developing Ah Mao's emotional intelligence, but he didn't expect to be said to be blasphemous by Ah Mao. As soon as this charge came out, the old man's angry face turned green.

"Blasphemy? Blasphemy, you big-headed ghost! "The old beard of the moon is cocked and cocked." You, you really don't understand what I mean? ”

Amao shook his head sluggishly.

Yue Lao completely gave up teaching Mao with typical cases, so he thought of using some simple and crude methods.

He walked to a wooden box in the corner of the house, and spent a long time in it, until finally a gourd was found out of it. He handed the gourd to Ah Mao painfully, gritted his teeth and said, "This is a thousand-year drunk, you can send it to Wenqu Xingjun's mansion tomorrow." Remember, don't lose it, this wine is very expensive! ”

"I don't want to go out, Yuerong is very familiar with that fairy child of Wenqu Pavilion, you let him go." Ah Mao pursed the corners of his lips and refused in one gulp, not taking the wine gourd in Yue Lao's hand at all.

Yue Lao was completely anxious, and couldn't help but stuff the gourd into her hand, "If you want to go, you will go!" Where is so much nonsense! ”

So, Mao had no choice but to take on this "arduous" task.

At the gate of Wenqu Pavilion on the second day, Amao was unsurprisingly stopped out of the gate by the fairy child who had always been at odds with her.

"Yo, isn't this the Amao of the Moon Old Mansion? Coming back from the Valley of the Immortals? The fairy's tone was lukewarm, and he stood at the gate, with no intention of guiding her at all.

Ah Mao lowered his head, held back his anger, and said, "I'm here to send a thousand years of drunkenness for Yue Lao, please pass on Wenqu Xingjun." ”

The fairy boy stretched out his hand to Ah Mao and said lightly: "Thousands of years drunk? Give it to me, and I'll bring it in for you. I don't dare to let you in, if Wenqu Pavilion loses something, I can't afford it! He spoke with a sneer, and when he said "lost", he had a particularly aggravated tone.

Mao lowered his eyes and was silent, his long eyelashes trembling slightly.

"I don't know if this immortal can let her in?" A familiar male voice instantly shattered the forbearance in Amao's heart.