If Andaoyuan was not sitting on a bus chair now, but was walking on the road, he would definitely go up and open the used book stalls curiously, pick a few discounted books he liked, and then chat with the boss for a few words.

However, as the words in your hand are constantly being read, Yiyuan Teahouse is approaching.

The Chenlu said that this teahouse is open normally during the day, but when night falls, the monsters become lively, and this hidden place belonging to the old city of Tokyo will also shift beyond the other boundary between man and god.

In fact, this is easy to understand. As the light deviates, the color difference in the world changes. Perhaps this is like a monster society covered with orange-yellow lamps that once shifted to zero point nine degrees.

Andoyuan became more and more curious whether Hayao Miyazaki had also entered that kind of world, or how could he transform into a magnificent and fantastic Alice in Wonderland, which belongs to the East, which belongs to Alice, who belongs to the East, as magnificent and fantastic as "Spirited Away".

In Chihiro, Chihiro saw many stone heirs before entering the tunnel. Her mother said: That is where the gods live; Chihiro saw the lights on the other side of the river, and the gorgeous boat carried a lot of gods.

However, compared to such a fantastic world, there are not many people coming to Yiyuan Teahouse to drink tea now. There is only an old man wearing reading glasses sitting on the table outside the teahouse with a cup of green tea. In this season, places where you can bask in the sun will not make people feel cold.

Compared to the shops around which had silver roller shutters rolled up, the storm was already preparing to come, and Yiyuan Teahouse seemed to be unaffected.

The owner of the teahouse is a young man who you can't tell his age, but this teahouse is very popular with young women, probably because of the owner of this store, Mr. Zhu.

After Andaoyuan stopped steadily from the bus, he got off the bus from the stop sign in the old city.

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Few girls nearby don't know about this teahouse, but Yiyuan Teahouse never advertises, but some people who come here often come here, so Mr. Zhu has a clear understanding of the differences in the times in recent years.

However, the teahouse has not changed much, it is still the same as it was a few hundred years ago.

"The world is getting worse and worse, but people's hearts are not as good as ever." The old man sitting in front of the teahouse looked at the butt of the car that was shaking his tail, muttered, and then shook his head with a smile.

"Mr. Ruolin, you should accept more new things. You see, I have more customers recently, which is another good thing."

"Boss Zhu, do you think your guests are here to have tea?" Although Mr. Ruolin is a bit old-fashioned, he is naturally very clear about everything at such an old age.

Mr. Zhu put down the brush in his hand, then took two cups of tea and walked out of the door, not caring about Ruolin's teasing: "I don't care if you drink tea or not, but I came to Yiyuan Teahouse and was my guest."

He looked at Andaoyuan who was walking from afar and said casually: "Is it right? And this Shinto or spiritual friend?"

By the way, he put a cup of tea in his hand on the table beside him.

Andaoyuan didn't find it strange. After all, he did not use his traces to hide the spiritual aura of the faith wind on his body, and he did not feel any hostility towards Mr. Zhu.

He sat down with a smile and smelled the tea fragrance around the bamboo building, and then picked up the tea cup in his hand like a regular customer, as if he was asking casually: "Mr. Zhu is not closing the door? The typhoon is coming."

Mr. Zhu was not in a hurry. He pointed to the old man smoking across the street: "Even the old man in the grocery store can drink tea, smoke, flip through books, and listen to music. Of course, my small bamboo house doesn't have to worry."

Mr. Ruolin is also a nearby store, so he is very familiar with the old man and the boss Zhu on the opposite side, so he said with a smile: "Now these days, typhoons are not just typhoons, but more like performances by some people."

Boss Zhu also sat down. He had just put the work he had recently drawn into the easel, so in fact, there was nothing particularly valuable in Yiyuan Teahouse.

He also sat opposite Andoyuan, nodded and responded to Ruolin: "Indeed, if you could see this picture with your own eyes and draw it, it would definitely be a very good work."

Andaoyuan did not answer the conversation at this time, but he had not introduced himself: "I am Andaoyuan, the owner of Hyacinth House. I heard of Yiyuan Teahouse from Chenlu, so I came here."

Mr. Zhu didn't mind Chen Lu's words about these things. After all, he was opening the door to attract customers. Besides, the person Chen Lu introduced by the old monk Yiyuan, whom he knew, was naturally a person who could trust.

"The Chenlu are said to have to solve one thing. Did Mr. An help them find out what was happening at their doorstep? Of course, if privacy is involved, then forget it."

Andorao came to this Nibelung Root Song incident on the shore of Lake Otoma, which was also a coincidence discovered from Chenlu.

Of course there is nothing to say.

"This is exactly what I came here. In fact, there are many malicious projections in the shrine where Chenlu and others live, so I specifically investigated the surroundings and found the source of these malicious projections."

Mr. Ruolin looked not surprised at all. He still said with a smile: "It seems that Hyacinth House has also discovered the true meaning of this typhoon. However, I am old and I don't care much about these things. Just look at my books, it's enough. Young people, let them mess around. I think the old man Yiyuan should have the same idea."

Mr. Zhu still respects Ruolin very much. After all, he actually doesn't know the identity of the old man who opened a bookstore on Hedeng Street, the monster club. He just often comes here to order a cup of tea or two, so he gets familiar with it after a while.

"Then what are the sources?" Mr. Zhu was very curious.

Andaoyuan took a sip of tea, and the aroma of the tea seemed to bring the breath of spring.

"The Ring of Nibelungan, Christianity was prevalent throughout Europe in the Middle Ages. Some Nordic myths circulating locally in the past were regarded as cult cleansing. The more famous ones remaining are Beowulf of England, Edda of Iceland and the Song of Nibelungan of Germany, etc. Wagner's "Ring" comes from this medieval German folk narrative poem "The Song of Nibelungan".

There are significant differences between Nordic myths and other ancient myths. In Nordic myths, gods have a human side. They are not omnipotent and invincible, but have certain restrictions. They also face the fate of destruction. "The Twilight of the Gods" embodies this idea of ​​all things dying together and transforming new life.

Haibeith is just the key to the ruins, but I don’t know what is hidden behind the ruins, so I came here to ask Mr. Zhu if you are interested."
Chapter completed!