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The Monkey King only knew that one day in heaven was equivalent to one year on earth. He didn't know that it had already taken him half a day to reach the Star Lord of Destiny. And when he returned to the mortal realm, a year had already passed.
A year later, nothing seemed to have changed in the mortal realm. It was still March, springtime, and the peach blossoms were in full bloom.
The Ye family mansion was brightly decorated, as they were preparing for a joyous occasion: the wedding of Ye He, the eldest daughter of the Ye family.
As the saying goes, things will work themselves out in the end. Even before the Monkey King was sure how to explain things to Ye He, she had already made her choice.
The Monkey King stood on the rooftop, watching the people bustling about in the courtyard. He still hadn't seen her. Of course, a newlywed bride wouldn't just casually show herself in public.
He went to the courtyard where she lived. The withered tree in the courtyard still stood there all alone, unmoved by the riotous flowers around it.
The Monkey King sat on the roof, staring blankly at the old tree.
The courtyard was quiet, even somewhat deserted. Ye He must have moved to another residence long ago. The Great Sage Equaling Heaven was still hesitant about whether to see her.
However, before he could hesitate, a splash of crimson stood against the wind in the courtyard, looking up at him.
The Monkey King stared blankly at the people in the courtyard, even forgetting to breathe. Only when the woman lowered her gaze did he snap out of his daze and leap down.
He dared not step forward; the usually carefree wine connoisseur hesitated, even timid. However, the woman looked up at him quietly and said, "After you left, I fell seriously ill."
The Monkey King stared at her intently until he heard her words. Only then did he realize that she had indeed lost weight. Her once round face had become thinner, and her round eyes had become even larger, but she had lost the pride and liveliness she once had.
You've finally found that person?
The wine connoisseur never expected that such stammering words would actually come out of his own mouth. He looked at her nervously, not missing a single expression on her face.
Dressed in a phoenix coronet and wedding gown, Ye He shook her head. No matter how elaborate her makeup, it couldn't hide the overwhelming disappointment in her eyes. But for a moment, she smiled and said, "I didn't wait for him."
Then you
Her smile widened, and she looked at him helplessly, saying: "Keren, you're born to learn to compromise!"
After a brief silence, she handed him a flask of wine.
After you left, I fell seriously ill. In my delirium, I brewed this pot of wine. It was brewed for you; there's only one of its kind in the world!
She looked up at him intently, as if trying to imprint him in her mind forever.
After you left, no one listened to me, no one kept me company. I had never known the taste of loneliness before. She smiled helplessly. I was delusional.
She turned and walked away like a butterfly in flames. The Monkey King stood there dumbfounded behind her. After a moment, he called out, but his voice trailed off: "This wine! This wine!"
She turned her head and whispered: This wine is called "Deep Affection".
The old trees in the courtyard have blossomed with flowers at some unknown time, hundreds and thousands of clusters, a sea of pink.
The Monkey King reached out and caught two peach blossoms, looking at the old tree behind him in surprise.
The old tree is a dead tree; it doesn't bloom.
The Monkey King closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and gulped down a pot of wine called "Deep Affection".
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Yuanmi Jun once said, "If anyone in this world can get you, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, drunk, I will write my Taoist title, Yuanmi Jun, backwards."
Jun Miyuan's Taoist name isn't so bad after all!
In his last moments of lucidity, the Monkey King actually thought of this.
Yes, the mighty Wine Immortal was drunk, and very drunk indeed. In a state between dreaming and waking, he returned to the day he first ascended to immortality.
Actually, things weren't easy when you first arrived in the Heavenly Realm. To paraphrase Yuan Mijun, "Look at you, you became an immortal just because of your drinking skills. It's like those gifted students in the mortal world; they work themselves to the bone to cultivate and comprehend the Dao, but you succeeded in entering the Hanlin Academy simply by being able to drink. Tell me, how could they not be envious of you?"
Yuanmi-jun's words actually made some sense. Despite his naturally outgoing personality, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven hadn't made a single friend after spending over a month in the Heavenly Realm. He felt utterly defeated and incredibly lonely.
For the first time, he realized that becoming an immortal was not as wonderful as he had imagined.
The lonely wine immortal could only devote all his time to a single blade of grass. He had originally planned to brew new wine once the grass sprouted ears of grain. However, upon arriving in the celestial realm, it seemed that only this blade of grass held any connection with him.
He then took even better care of the grass, removing insects and weeding it. When he had nothing else to do, he would use the celestial wine that was offered as tribute to the Queen Mother of the West's Peach Banquet to irrigate the grass.
The grass was growing well, lush and green. He sat cross-legged to one side and began to talk to the grass. He talked about the boredom of the celestial realm, the indifference of his fellow immortals, the loneliness in his heart, and the liveliness of the mortal world.
In the vast heavens, only this blade of grass became his friend.
Occasionally, the Jade Emperor would send him down to earth. He would squat beside the grass, prop his chin up, and say sadly, "Grass, oh grass, I really want to put you in my pocket. Wherever I go, you go too. That way we won't be separated."
After circling around twice, he said again: How about I become your friend, so you can keep me company when I'm not around!
He chanted a spell, and a peach tree sprang up from the ground. The abundant peach blossoms trembled slightly in the cool breeze, as if they were answering the swaying grass.
The Monkey King was satisfied and finally left with peace of mind.
He left and did not return for many days.
The grass, which had never left the Wine Immortal's side, was clearly anxious. Ah, who says a blade of grass has no feelings? Especially a blade of grass that the Wine Immortal irrigates with his divine wine every day.
The grass finally solidified into a spirit, but it was probably too hasty and the time was not yet right. The little grass, which had transformed into human form, with its true form swaying in the wind on its head, began to search for the Wine Immortal.
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