It's not good to be a priest of heaven

Chu Ci stared straight at the rain that was falling outside the umbrella, and said, "What are you looking at?"

Liyang said: "I just feel that you have become different compared to before, so you have to take a second look, so that you can get to know each other again."

Chu Ci said: "Boring."

Liyang raises its head and takes a sip of the wine. The taste is spicy and the aftertaste is sweet. Dukang, after thousands of years, the taste remains unchanged.However, Liyang looked at Du Kang in his hand and was stunned for a moment. He tried to drink it again, but it was still spicy in the mouth and sweet in the aftertaste.

His sense of taste is back!

When did it recover?Obviously, when he was in the mortal world, his sense of taste was completely necrotic, and he couldn't taste any taste at all. The sour, sweet, bitter, hot and salty in other people's mouth was tasteless in his mouth.Now, his sense of taste has miraculously recovered!

Li Yang shook the wine bottle in his hand, his sense of taste recovered quite well, at least he could have another taste of this worry-free Dukang.

Eh, no, there is one more thing wrong.

Liyang quickly turned his head to look at Chu Ci beside him, and saw that he was holding a wine bottle and was about to drink, Liyang quickly pressed the bottle mouth, "You can't drink!"

Chu Ci looked puzzled, "Why?"

Liyang said: "Aren't you allergic to alcohol?"

Chu Ci shook off his hand, his voice was still calm, "It's no longer possible."

Liyang said: "No way? Can your allergy be cured? Didn't you find the Taishang Laojun before and say it can't be cured? How did you cure it?"

Chu Ci turned his head to look at the person beside him, the corners of his mouth slowly raised in an intoxicating arc, and there was an obvious smile in his voice, "noisy".

After finishing speaking, he lightly touched the wine bottle in Liyang's hand with the wine bottle in Liyang's hand. The sound of the collision of the white porcelain bottle was clear and sweet, and ripples seemed to appear in the rain. People, "Wine does not get drunk, everyone gets drunk, drink."

Seeing that he was in a good mood, Liyang also raised the wine bottle and took a big sip, but was stunned when he glanced at the crooked stone tablet next to him.

The stele fell to the ground as if it had been kicked down by someone, and half of it was buried in the soil. The soil and weeds were scattered on the stele. At first he thought it was a stone, but unexpectedly Two words are inscribed indistinctly - "Liyang."

Liyang looked at the stone tablet with raised eyebrows, walked slowly to the side of the stone tablet, and brushed away the dirt and weeds on it with his hands. After a closer look, it was really his tombstone. He tapped on it with his fingers, turned his head and asked Chu Ci , "This is my tombstone?"

Chu Ci didn't turn his head back, and only responded softly, "En."

At this time, the rain was much lighter. Liyang stood in the rain, and the drizzle fell on him like a cow's hair, leaving dots and spots of marks on him, "Did you erect the monument for me?"

Chu Ci said: "No." He took another sip of the wine with the bottle, and said slowly: "The monuments here are all erected in Liqing."

Liqing... so it was him?However, the tombstones of these hundreds of people are all well erected, but his is not in good shape. It seems that Liqing still hates him from the bottom of his heart, so much that he doesn't even want to erect his tombstone properly.Or maybe it was standing upright before, but it didn't look pleasing to the eye and it might just be kicked.

Chu Ci stood up and held the umbrella handle. His white clothes were still spotless and spotless, and he approached Liyang. He tilted the umbrella to isolate him from the drizzle, and then raised his hand to touch his shoulder. Seeing a silver light gradually rising from Liyang's body, all the water stains and mud stains on his body disappeared in an instant, and his light blue skirt was clean again.

Liyang: "..."

So this person's obsession with cleanliness is still so serious, and now it has developed to the point where not only he wants to be clean, but also the people around him must be as spotless as him...

Chu Ci naturally pulled his wrist, looked down at him, "Go back."

Liyang said: "Where are you going?"

Chu Ci said: "Beidou Tiangong."

Liyang smiled, "I'm homeless now, are you going to take me in?"

Chu Ci pulled his wrist and led him down the mountain, and he replied with a word of preciousness, "Yeah."

Light rain as a companion, a white umbrella, the two walk side by side, stepping on the vegetation, walking through the stagnant water, rain or shine.

When he returned to Beidou Tiangong, Bailu, who was in charge of the affairs of Beidou Tiangong, arranged a residence for Liyang according to his master's instructions.

Bai Lu threw a quilt on the bed, "Hey, you will live here from now on. Hmph, I don't know what medicine Xingjun took wrongly, he treated you so well as an outsider for no reason, and even arranged you in his own In the courtyard, it was truly unprecedented."

Liyang looked around the room. The whole room is classical and elegant, and the decoration is meticulous. It is indeed the style of Chuci. "Bailu, your Xingjun's yard is so big, so he is the only one living in it? Maybe he has hidden a confidante here?" Well, is it right for me to live here again?"

Bai Lu said: "Fuck, Lord Xing has always kept himself clean and free from the dust of the world, don't stain Lord Xing with your filthy thoughts."

Liyang really couldn't laugh or cry, he just asked out of curiosity, how could it be dirty.

Well, he is also a thousand-year-old god after all, so he doesn't care about it like this boy.

After Bai Lu finished putting away his things, he obviously had no intention of leaving immediately. He took out a thick roll of paper from nowhere and unfolded it with a "swipe", "Since Mr. Xing asked you to stay in Beidou Tiangong, first , you have to abide by the rules of Beidou Tiangong, I will read all the rules of Tiangong with you now, and you will memorize these rules by yourself in the future, if you can’t memorize them, you will have nothing to eat.”

The corners of Liyang's mouth twitched, and he was very helpless when he began to read those boring rules and regulations like a monk chanting sutras, which made his eyelids twitch.

Bai Lu: "Liyang, be serious! Believe it or not, I'll beat you if you dare to sleep again!"

Liyang tried his best to open his eyes wide and sat up straight, "Yes, yes, I am not sleepy, I am not sleepy."

Bai Lu: "Really, what exactly does Xing Jun like about you?"

Liyang smiled awkwardly, "I didn't like anything about me, just a little old love."

Bai Lu: "I'm still in love at dusk. Don't interrupt, hey, where did I just read?"

Chu Ci walked into the room, raised his hand to stop Bai Lu from wanting to continue speaking, glanced at someone who was holding himself up and said: "Go on, these—he can't remember."

When Bailu heard this, he almost wanted to blow his hair again, but in front of his Xingjun, he never dared to do anything wrong, so he could only suppress the depression in his heart, rolled his eyes, and neatly took the roll of "" Put away the Book of Rules and Regulations, and before leaving, I specially photographed this book in front of Liyang, the meaning couldn’t be more obvious—for me to recite.

Chu Ci stood still in front of Liyang, "You can stay here at ease, and let me know if you encounter any trouble."

Liyang smiled gently and said, "Thank you. Speaking of which, this ascension really troubled you a lot. If it weren't for you, I'd probably either sell myself into slavery or sleep on the street."

Chu Ci looked at him, as if promising: "If I'm here, I won't."