Ji Liyou was stunned for a moment, then picked up the wine bottle in his hand.
But he was stopped by the boy, "I don't need to worry about such a rough thing as pouring wine. I'll do it for you."
Ji Liyou was completely unaware of the fight under the table.
There were smiles on their faces, and their clothes were fluttering in the warm breeze from the furnace in the house.
Ji Liyou looked out the window. At this time, there were no birds in the mountains, and the heaven and earth were in a state of silence, as if they were caged in the shadow of death.
Ji Liyou couldn't see his abnormality. After sitting for a while, he excused himself and said, "I've been out for a long time today. It's inevitable that my family will be worried. It's time to go back."
The man looked at a white cloud in the mountains and suddenly said: "The young man has already reported to the official, why don't you wait until the government servant comes before you leave?"
Ji Liyou didn't answer this question directly. He rubbed his fingers on the outside of the moist tea cup, seeming to be thinking about something in his heart.
When his fingers left the cup, the cup automatically broke into several pieces.
The man was distracted, and at this moment the storyteller pierced his bone with his sword.
If he were an ordinary person, he would have been seriously injured at this time, but the man just frowned and smiled, leaned back slightly, and let the purple misty rain leave his bones.
As soon as the weapon was separated, thousands of fireflies flew out of his wound and turned into points of light.
Ji Liyou has seen wounds like this before. He had seen wounds like this when the storyteller was still a god.
Zi Qing Yanyu is a weapon that can kill one's body.
The man pondered and said: "I hurt you a little, and you come back with revenge. This is not a loss."
Ji Liyou said: "I'm sorry, but you'd better not stop us from leaving today." He glanced at the storyteller's hand holding the sword. The blood on his hand was still wet, and he knew that the storyteller had been injured by him.
The man was not angry and whispered, "Do you want to go back to Liangzhu with him?"
Ji Li worriedly said yes.
The storyteller sheathed his sword, "I hope I won't see you again next time."
But he continued to talk to Ji Liyou, "Liangzhu is not a good place. Follow him back to Bolu, where his supernatural power can still protect himself."
Ji Liyou looked at the storyteller, "Liangzhu is the imperial city of the Southern Wei Dynasty, what's wrong with it?"
"Liangzhu is too cold in winter and spring comes late. It's not as good as Bolu. In spring and autumn, the scenery is beautiful and the flowers are in full bloom."
Ji Liyou nodded, "There are indeed many flowers in Bolu. If I were a refined scholar who drank wine and admired flowers, I would have gone back, but I have decided to make a living for the world."
"Making a living for the world?" He smiled and said, "The last person who said this has died. If you don't believe it, you can ask the aloof person next to you."
The storyteller didn't speak, but a strange expression suddenly appeared on his face. Like fear, but also confusion.
The man continued, "I know you have the courage to die for the common people and want to protect the peace of the world, but the separation and reunification of the world have long been predestined, and not one person can stop the tide."
"Why are you saying these things to me?"
The man looked at the storyteller and said, "You don't know, but he must know."
Ji Liyou really couldn't figure out why he said this, but the storyteller never spoke.
It was dusk, and Ji Liyou was a little impatient. This man would neither deal with them nor let them go.
The boy came over and said to Ji Liyou, "I have sent a message to the Ji family, saying that Mr. Ji met an old friend outside and will go back later. Please don't look for him."
Ji Liyou felt that this man was really scheming, and he knew exactly what he was thinking at this moment.
As dusk came, a few more guests came to sit down in the tavern.
The setting sun shone in from outside the door, and Ji Liyou's long shadow was reflected on the snow.
The cedar was soft and soft. The man leaned against the door frame and threw the grains in his hand to the birds looking for food.
The figure was imprinted on the ground, and he could see his shadow when he lowered his head.
The storyteller's slender and strong hands grasped the handle of the fan tightly.
Ji Liyou thought that as long as he met someone once, he would never forget him, but this man seemed to recognize him, but he couldn't remember him. Maybe, he just knew the storyteller, and the two of them were Old enemies are also friends, which is why they are so close and so tense.
The man turned around and said, "I know you don't recognize me, but I recognize you. I've been looking for you for more than a day."
Ji Liyou asked in confusion: "What do you want from me?"
The storyteller interrupted their subsequent conversation in the most direct way, not with words, but with a sword. Suddenly, his sword was unsheathed, and the cold and sharp blade suddenly reached the man's throat.
The man smiled. He did not parry or dodge, but smiled instead.
The storyteller had a livid face and said sternly: "Do you think I dare not kill you?"
His sword did not stab, but Ji Liyou could see that he was indeed using a killing sword technique, which was quick and sharp.
But this man was as dismissive as a lonely crane, "It's not that you don't dare to kill me, it's just that you are no longer my opponent."
The storyteller's expression changed, "Why don't we get straight to the point? How do you want to stop?"
"You have to give me one, the former or the latter, you choose."
The storyteller's hand holding the sword showed veins, but his eyes showed fierceness and said, "What if I say you won't get any?"
He sighed and smiled bitterly: "People who are too domineering will eventually achieve nothing."
The storyteller flicked his wrist, and the sword flowers were scattered, and he thrust out a sword. The sword was within an inch of the man's throat. This time, Ji Liyou stretched out his hand to stop the sword's edge. The sword's edge was only a hair away from his palm. .
The man did not dodge. When he saw Ji Liyou helping him this time, he smiled and said, "He can't kill me."
Ji Liyou's palms were already sweating, and his whole body was as nervous as a taut bowstring.
"Sir, stop."
The storyteller immediately sheathed his sword, every nerve in him was like a steel wire, "You help him?"
"That's not what I meant." Ji Liyou explained.
At this moment, there was a commotion outside, and the waiter said, "A visitor is coming from afar."
A white horse was running from behind the mountain with broken steps. It was carrying a person on its back, and behind the horse was a man wearing a sky-blue gown.
The man picked up the unconscious girl from the horse. There was a bloody mark on the back of the man's hand, like a poisonous snake bite.
After Ji Liyou saw who it was, he frowned and said, "Is it you?"
The man who came from afar did not answer Ji Liyou's words. He stepped forward and saluted the man in the tavern, "God."
He stared at the scars on the back of his hand and said, "She bit you?"
The man in green clothes sighed: "Don't the gods know that Chacha bites people when he is angry?"
There was no need to say this sentence, he already understood it.
Ji Liyou thought he already knew who they were.
The girl in white on horseback was the mysterious woman who rescued him and Wei Lang on Snake Island. The man in green was the one who led them out of the world of Jambu. It was he who drove them out of the land of the dead. Then, the identity of the people in this tavern is also very clear.
The lost god.
"Put me down and let me go back to Donghu, I order you!" The girl in white shouted shrilly.
After dusk, the world was immediately filled with an indescribable sadness. The wind and snow started again. The man in green covered the girl's mouth and jumped onto the white horse.
He turned around and said, "Sir, she tried to kill the queen of Donghu and the princess of Beiqiu, and almost ruined her plan. I will take her back to be punished."
The horse galloped away.
Ji Liyou faced the blade-like cold wind of late winter and watched the men and horses go away. He suddenly said softly: "The Wei Lang incident, the battle between the Shiwei tribe and the Southern Wei Dynasty Donghu, are all part of your plan?"
The man turned around suddenly, "I just let things proceed as they should."
Ji Liyou's voice was even lower and he said, "Does Wei Lang know that he is just a chess piece?"
The storyteller frowned and sneered: "Don't say he is a chess piece, even you are. The heaven and the earth are the chessboard, the country is the chess player, and all living beings are the chess pieces. This is just a game of the gods."
Ji Liyou pondered deeply and said, "Are the fights between capitals and betrayals between people all the same?"
The storyteller hesitated, then finally nodded and said: "The eternal peace in your eyes is nothing but dust in the eyes of the gods. This is just one of the thousands of worlds in Jambudvipa, so the destruction of one dust is nothing." "
Ji Liyou turned to the man and asked, "Tell me what I should do to save the people of the Seven Kingdoms, and I will stop the chaos myself."
The man smiled and said, "There seem to be more and more troublesome problems."
The wind carries snow foam, the dusk is deep, and night is approaching.
The day has not passed yet. The tavern is very spacious. Only then did Ji Liyou realize that there is a strange world inside the tavern. Just by looking at the few flower trees and the goldfish in the tank in the corner, he could see that this place was not normal. It was the coldest month of winter. The flower bloomed extremely well and was not affected by the cold wind at all. Ji Liyou took a closer look and smelled it, it was jasmine.
There were lights burning in the hall, and there were food on the mahogany table and stacks of thick books. Ji Liyou pointed at the book and asked, "Can I open it and take a look?"
After getting his consent, Ji Liyou opened it and read a few pages. After reading, he sighed heavily and was very worried.
These things were all major events that had already happened in the seven countries, and the time and results were exactly the same.
"Did you record it?"
The man smiled and said, "As long as the world is still running, writing will continue to appear in these books. Why do I need to record it?"
Ji Liyou forced a smile: "It's very interesting."
The storyteller also smiled, staring at the stacks of books, and suddenly felt uncomfortable in his heart. There was Donghu in the Southern Wei Dynasty in Bolu. Ji Liyou had shed blood and sweat. To him, this place was Everything is real, and now he is suddenly told that everything that happened has been expected by others, and it is inevitable that he will not feel like a puppet.
Ji Liyou smiled even harder and said, "You showed me this just to tell me that I can't change anything at all, right?"
"You can give it a try if you want."
Ji Li said worriedly, "I will not admit defeat, Southern Wei will not lose, and the world will not be in chaos."
The man's eyes lit up: "You will never change."
"What's the meaning?"
He avoided answering, but said, "When you leave, do you want to take some bunches of jasmine flowers with you?"
"Jasmine is too fragrant, I don't like it." Ji Liyou said simply.
The luster of the man's eyes dimmed again, he turned around, stacked the books, and said slowly: "How could that be?"
The storyteller was silent. Hearing Ji Liyou say that jasmine flowers were too fragrant and he didn't like it, he suddenly couldn't help but laugh.
"Why are you laughing?" Ji Liyou asked him.
The storyteller did not say the reason, but said, "If you don't like jasmine, what flower do you like?"
"I like bamboo, the breeze is bright, and I also like leaving." He gave the storyteller a special look.
When it came to leaving, the storyteller understood what he meant. It was the flower they witnessed together.
Even though Jiang Twelve Niang ended up miserable in the end, they had witnessed her all-or-nothing love.
The storyteller was about to take over the words, but was interrupted by the man.
"The flower of departure does not have a good meaning."
The storyteller lost his temper and said, "Departure is a peony. The peony is not as beautiful as the peony, but it also represents the sincere love of lovers."
But he said, "We are about to leave, but it also means leaving. Since ancient times, this flower has meant that men and women parted ways. Since they are parting, the future cannot be seen or known."
After Ji Liyou heard this, he really felt that what this person said made some sense. The meaning of leaving flowers was not very good, and he always felt a bit sad.
"What do you think?" the storyteller asked Ji Liyou.
"Everything in the world may not be completely perfect. When we are different, we will get together. Just like in this world, when we are separated, we will get together."
After hearing this, the man and the storyteller both looked at Ji Liyou.
He thought what he said was wrong, "Where did I say it wrong?"
"No, you said it very well." The man said.
"Jianli flowers originate from Beiqiu, but they bloom most beautifully in Bolu. Do you know why?" He asked Ji Liyou.
The storyteller was panicked for a moment, but he couldn't stop what he said next. Even if he didn't say it today, Ji Liyou would find out from others one day.
"Jianli originated from Beiqiu? The first time I heard about it, I thought it was spread from Bolu to Beiqiu. Since it originated from Beiqiu, why is Jiangli from Beiqiu so thin and damaged, with incomplete flower buds?"
The man said, "Hundred flowers also have gods in charge, did you know?"
Ji Liyou nodded, "Mr. told me once."
"There is a flower god in Beiqiu. His true form is Jiangli. When the flowers bloom in Jiangli, the peonies all over the city are inferior. That was thousands of years ago."
"Why is Jiang Li's beauty now far less wealthy and noble than Peony's?"
"Because, the Lihua Shen... has broken soul bones and cannot be put back together."
Ji Li was puzzled, "Gods can also be injured and difficult to heal?"
"Gods are naturally very powerful, but the Flower God is only a fairy, so he is not powerful."
"Why did her soul bone break?"
The man looked at the storyteller and continued, "Humans and immortals are not allowed to fall in love. For thousands of years, people from the divine realm have experienced tribulations in the lower world. Love tribulations are nothing to them, even during the tribulations. There will be no results in giving birth to a child with a mortal. The children of humans and immortals usually die in infancy because they do not have complete souls. But this flower goddess injected her two souls into the child's body. In this way, she It’s a damaged immortal body.”
Ji Liyou understood, "That's why the current flower buds are not complete."
"There's one more thing, it's very interesting, do you want to know?"
"What?"
"The power of the flower spirit is low. Logically speaking, she will lose her power during the calamity, but she still protected the child in her belly and injected her soul into the fetus. Isn't it interesting?"
Ji Liyou thought for a while, "Maybe someone helped her protect the child. She has a helper."
"But the result of protecting the child is matricide. Do you think the helper of the Flower God did the right thing?"
"It depends on how Flora chooses. If she is determined to protect the child, she cannot blame others. But if the helper has other intentions, it will harm Flora."
"You are right, and you can see clearly."
Ji Liyou sighed, "But if that child knew that the price of his survival was his mother's life, he would be extremely upset."
The storyteller grabbed a handful of snow, balled it up and threw it at the man, "The snow is thick outside. Are you going to have a snowball fight?"
Ji Liyou brushed the snow off his body and said, "I'm sorry, my master is always childish."
He ran out and said to the storyteller, "Don't go into too deep a place. I can't even dig you out."
As soon as he finished speaking, the storyteller's snowball had already hit him.
Ji Liyou's face was covered with snow. It wasn't that he couldn't avoid it. He was just about to play with him in the snow, so he stepped into the snow and did the same thing, making a particularly large snowball and throwing it back.
(End of chapter)