[Original God_Zhong Li's personal orientation] Changhe

But Zhongli didn't continue to talk about the flowers that bloomed in the stone. Instead, he asked me:

"At that time, there were many wars in Liyue. Lord Yitian asked Xiaoxian to cut off a huge horn to support Tianheng, but he fought against the demon god with his death. His blood turned into a boundless river on the plain of clear water and drowned the past."

"The long river you want to see is the boiling blood of the immortals of the past. Even so, do you still want to see it?"

I replied: "No matter how hot the blood is, it will cool down after a thousand years; no matter how hard the soul is, it will fade after ten thousand years."

He answered, nodded slightly, and said: "So, rocks can also bloom flowers."

These two irrelevant topics were pulled together, I looked up at him.

Ke Qing from Xiangshengtang squatted down on one knee on the side of the road, cupping it with both hands, embracing a golden flower bud.

The flower has not yet opened, and the buds close and ignore passers-by like us.It's just that all around it are large flowers of the same kind with open petals, and the flowers and leaves are stretched and full of vitality.Only one of its solitary buds looks like it is desperately unwilling to bloom.

Come to think of it, the land of Liyue really belongs to Yan.

Whether it's butterflies or accompanying flowers, they all have the same hue.

Zhongli's actions startled the creatures in the flowers.

It was not far from the small river, and the land was wet, so there were two or three frogs croaking and jumping out from the grass, panicked.

I also saw a chubby frog jumping up and down on Zhongli's shoe, and then hurried away.

There were also a few of the rock crystal butterflies I saw before, brushing against Zhongli's hair, and gradually flew away.

The man didn't pay attention to these things, he stared at the flower buds in his palm.

He seems to enjoy telling stories, but some of them are too long to know where to start.

The sun was getting higher and higher, and the sun set and hit his face, forming thick shadows where it was blocked.

It's not even the hottest moment yet.

From time to time, I saw him blink.

"There was a folk saying:

In ancient times, someone said to the King of Rocks that there is no life in dry rocks.

King Yan then ordered the pure gold flower to break out of the huge rock of Pan Tuo. "

"No tea, no seats, it's really not a good place to tell stories." There was some laziness in his words.

"...I thought you were silent for so long because you were thinking about what to say." I was a little surprised.This story seems too short.

He turned around and smiled at me.Of course it's not the kind of smile that shows your teeth, it's a very light smile.

"So we should find a place suitable for storytelling, sit down and have a good chat. Coincidentally, I know a place with shade near here."

Zhong Li folded his hands together to cover the bud.And let go very quickly.

He withdrew his hand, stood up, and called me to follow before it was the hottest.

After he took two or three steps, I turned my head and looked at the place just now.

That is no longer a bud, a magnificent flower that has fully bloomed and is facing the sun.In the sun, its petals become more transparent, like amber.

It is in the little flower bush, blending with the surrounding flowers.

Mr. Zhongli led me all the way to the ruins of Guiliyuan.

Of course I know that this is a relic. It is full of ruins, and there are few people. Every brick and tile is full of the atmosphere of "I am really old".

He's right, there's shade here.

There are pavilions that have not yet collapsed, and are even well preserved.

When we got to the pavilion, he looked at me and didn't speak.

OK, I said, OK OK.

I resigned to my fate, I cleaned it up for him two or three times, leaving a clean place for two people to sit down.

I glanced at his shoes, did he know, or didn't he?

He sat on the ground and asked me to light a fire and make tea.It is also necessary to use some ancient firewood construction method, so that the fire will not be easily broken, nor will it be easily blown down by the wind.I saw that there was no wind around, and the golden sea of ​​flowers in the distance seemed to be solidified in pieces.The short firewood in my hand was almost broken. Isn't it irritating in this hot day!

The tea leaves were made by him, and he didn't know where he got them from.

Fortunately, after the tea entered my stomach, four points of my anger dissipated and three points of my anger dissipated, and if I kept one point, I would treat it as sulk.

After making tea and having land, why don't you talk about it?

The man blew tea slowly, looked up at the sun slowly, and straightened his clothes slowly.

"The earliest Liyue was not in Liyue, and the earliest return to Liyuan was not to return to Liyuan..."

This land originally had only one god, the famous work: the end.

The human race that prospered due to agriculture gathered together.

One day, when it was time to dawn, the sky did not appear, and the stars, the sun and the moon could not be seen.

The time for all living beings to panic has finally arrived.

He is good at raising dust, and he can cover the sky for thousands of miles. He picked up some broken rocks and dust and covered the sky and the sun.

He protected these people, and these people became His people.

After a few days, another god came, using the rock as a vessel, and led his people to move into the land of the end.

The two gods will not fight each other, and make an agreement to jointly protect the people of both sides.

Take the name of the two, and call this collection Guili...

"In the beginning, there was no Liyue, only Guiliyuan." Zhongli took a cup of tea and glanced at the ruins.

He continued: "At that time, wars were very common. The place we are in is the settlement of those people from Guiliyuan back then, and then it became a battlefield."

"So the people from Guiliyuan have all moved away, so there is Liyue today?" I asked.

He said "hmm" and didn't say if he was right.

"Yi Xiao Dao Tian Zhen Jun's blood turned into the Clear Water River, and the gods who died here, his blood bloomed into golden flowers on the ground."

"This is the burial place of a god, and his name is the end."

I recalled that during the journey, there were flowers everywhere, but along the south of Guiliyuan, there would only be more and more flowers.

"This legend is really interesting." I said.

Zhongli repeated: "Yes, this legend is indeed very interesting."

He put down the cup, grabbed something from the ground next to it, and I looked, it was something like a coin.

"This is the mark of the Treasure Thieves Group. They are treasure hunters, but they are just villains. Wherever there is treasure, there are them." Zhong Li tossed the coin, and I remembered that he tossed the apple that day.

"After all, even though he died for a thousand years, the treasure hunter always feels that there is something left here, and he comes here to investigate day after day, year after year, which can be regarded as perseverance and perseverance." He tossed the coin.

Before I could look at it, I heard an "ouch" behind me.

"The things you dropped are returned to you. I just came here today to drink tea with my friends and tell stories. If you have nothing to do, you can go." Zhong Li looked behind me and said.

I looked back, only to see a sneaky guy in the grass over there, clutching his head and screaming for pain.

It was hit by a coin.

The members of the treasure robbery group picked up their coins before Zhongli could say a second word, and left in a hurry.

"Oh..." I didn't come back to my senses for a while, and the other party scalded my face with a teacup before I realized, "If there is really something left after all, it must be given to another god, after all, they all guarded it together. It’s been so many years since I returned to my original place.”

"...they must be very good friends."

I paused and said those words.

"He did leave something behind, which symbolizes all of His wisdom, and also represents the covenant between the two of them." Zhongli held the cup very steadily in his hand, and the tea was not turbulent. At that time, the things that are handed to the other party are not considered as relics."

"I think it's more of an agreement."

I asked, "What happened next?"

Zhongli took a sip of tea and uttered three words: I don't know.

"I don't know, the other god is really dull and can't solve the puzzle left by the other party, so I don't know."

After he finished the story, he paused for a long time.

Zhongli seems to have a huge monster that has been dormant for many years and left suddenly. It drives the wind and blows away the dust that buried the history.

And the wind started to blow in Guiliyuan, at the hottest time of summer.

The crude fire at the feet did not fall down, and the flames flickered.In the steaming heat, I saw the sea of ​​yellow flowers trembling in the wind.

Something like the old days.

Before the two signed a contract, the people gathered, and there was nothing in the field, only large rocks.

After all, he sternly said: Dry rock cannot give birth to life, just like you cannot protect your people.

The benevolent god advises the other party to hand over the insignificant person to himself for protection.He possesses extraordinary wisdom and enough kindness.

However, the god with "li" in his name, holding a rock vessel, replied:

--Can.

Then the flower of pure gold broke out of the shell of the Pan Tuo boulder.

In sunlight, its petals are like amber.