Three Thousand Years of Drunken Dreams

A cup of fairy wine, a drunken dream for three thousand years. Zhenzui saved an old man and the old man bought him a glass of wine. After a glass of wine, I had a big dream and woke up three thousand years later. Three thousand years later, the world is no longer human. There are monsters in the world and gods in legends. The immortal Zhenzui carries a copper pipa on his back, looking for the old god who gave him wine back then, and plays and sings the bizarre stories in his dreams. · A storyteller with a copper pipa came to the town. He was free and easy, and his stories were absurd and wonderful. The idle boy who listened to the book just wanted to have fun, but the demon who took refuge here discovered that the storyteller's story actually hinted at many unearthly secrets. Who is he? Could it be that... He is a hidden true immortal? · There has been no immortal in the world for three thousand years. But it is a harmful demon. Where is the fairy? · After I woke up from drunkenness, time had changed, but there was a volume of Classic of Mountains and Seas in my mind. The white-eared antelope is running in the Que Mountain in the south, the one-legged Bi Fang is flying in the wildfire of Zhang'e Mountain, and there are trees in the east that are as high as the sky... Every time he walks through a place and lights up a rune on the mountain and sea map, he will obtain a spell. Slay demons with the sword technique, travel around the world with the wind control technique, traverse the sea to find Kun with the water control technique, decorate the mountains and rivers with the universe in your sleeves... Zhenzui held a cup of wine and looked at the demon who was looking for an immortal. His drunken eyes said casually, "Immortal? I am not an immortal." The wine glass fell down, scattering stars all over the sky. · A demon cultivator came to the town and arrested all the men, women, old and young who were listening to the book, as well as the storyteller. The little boy pointed at Zhen Zui and raised his chest and shouted: "He is an immortal! Let us go quickly and repent properly, otherwise the immortal will kill the demon!" "Immortal?" The demon cultivator laughed wildly, "There has been no immortal in this world for three thousand years!" He looked disdainfully at the storyteller who was bound by chains: "Are you an immortal? Come and slay a demon for me to see." "I'm not." Zhenzui sighed, still holding the candied haws in his hand to comfort the child, "but I do hate demons." The Tanghu Lu pointed at the demon cultivator, and the sword glowed suddenly. Demon: Kill the demon and let me see! Demon: I have never heard such a request! He asked for it! I don't! ! Just get rid of the devil! No need to kill the demon! ! · A copper pipa and an iron folding fan. I walked through the Spring and Autumn Period several times and played and sang a volume of the Classic of Mountains and Seas. Intention: Peace of mind and wide world