When he opened this wine shop in Changhai City alone, everyone in the Nine Heavens looked at him with big eyes and small eyes. They couldn't figure out whether this person was so sad that his brain was damaged, but no one dared to say anything wrong in front of him.
Time flies in this world, dynasties change, people come and go, he is happy with it.
When the little silver fox who survived that day became human after a thousand years of cultivation, he put his name on his head in front of all the gods and immortals and remembered the past, and he took him with him to teach him. Everyone knew who he was referring to, but no one dared to mention her name.
Some things, as long as the time is long enough, long enough for people to forget, even gods are nothing more than that.
The newly promoted little fairy maids like to tell these old stories in private. They huddle together in twos and threes. After listening, they don't forget to say something disgusting: "So this is how the god's position came to be" and "It's just a substitute."
Xuanqing, Qian dusk, lacks sophora wine.
Purpose: We all have our own path to practice, and we weave stories one by one through our choices.