Do not wake up the gods of the abyss [Greek mythology]

The two male gods walked forward for a while, walked out of the dense forest, and the road gradually became wider.

On both sides of the road, there are fewer and fewer wild weeds, and there are more and more traces of human cultivation and planting.Tartarus stopped outside the fence of a vineyard, looking intently at the vine-covered trellises.Bunches of grapes hung all over the branches, looking very delicious and mouth-watering.

When Tartarus looked at the grapes, Apollo was looking at him.Seeing that Tartarus was looking seriously, he flicked his finger, and a beam of light landed on the copper lock of the vineyard.The brass lock fell to the ground, and the fence opened, silently welcoming the two guests.

"Go in, Tar." Apollo suggested.

Tartarus didn't move: "This is someone else's place."

His domain awareness has always been very strong. Doesn't his abyss like other residents, and he doesn't like trespassing on other people's residences.

Apollo said: "We can be guests of the vineyard, as long as we give items of equal value in exchange, in this regard, you can rest assured. Go in, Tal."

Hearing Apollo's words, Tartarus nodded slightly and walked into the vineyard.

The grape trellises are set up high, and the branches and leaves are intertwined, casting a cool green shade. Walking in it, you can smell a sweet fruit aroma.

Tartarus raised his face, and reached out to pick a bunch of ripe grapes. The bunch of grapes was plump and juicy, as if they were about to break the skin and stick out the flesh in the next moment.

The vines of the grapes are so tenacious that Tartarus pinched them with his hands, but failed to cut them off.

Tartarus exerted a little more strength, and the bunch of fruits swayed with his movements. A grape was about to fall, and fell down under the tugging of the God of the Abyss, hitting his tall and straight nose bridge.

The skins of the grapes split? A little, splashed a little juice, and then rolled to the ground.

Tartarus didn't react, and blinked.

Apollo was also a little unexpected, coughed lightly, and reminded: "Wipe your nose, Tal."

Tartarus wiped his nose, the tip of his nose was still a little sticky, only to see Apollo approaching suddenly, the majestic male god stood in front of him, raised his hand, and picked the bunch of grapes for him: "Here. "

"Thank you." Tartarus took the grapes with a natural attitude. In just a few days, he has become accustomed to the gift of the God of Light.

"Skinning?" Apollo reminded.

Tartarus held a bunch of grapes in his hand, easy to peel, so Apollo led him to sit on the small wooden bench under the grape trellis: "I? Come and peel it for you."

Tartarus shook his head, put the grapes on his lap, and said, "I'll do it myself."

The taciturn God of Abyss lowered his head and peeled the grape skins. He was serious in everything he did. Although he didn't have any expression on his face, his serious attitude could be seen.

Breeze talked to the grape leaves, and in exchange for the rustling responses from the leaves.The sunlight seeped in from the thick branches and leaves, and fell on the dark eyelashes of the God of the Abyss, like stars flickering and jumping.Apollo watched quietly, feeling very peaceful in his heart.

Suddenly, several dogs barking came, which attracted the attention of the two male gods.

The huge vineyard can't be managed with only a copper lock. The smart manor owner has also raised two vicious dogs. If anyone dares to trespass into his vineyard, they will pay Painful price!

Tartarus frowned. It was naturally not a difficult task for him to deal with the two dogs, but he vaguely felt that this approach was inappropriate, so he did not take any action.

There is no need for him to act, Apollo is already prepared.

All I saw was that Apollo picked off a grape leaf and pressed it against his tempting lips, and a burst of beautiful tunes came out.

Tartarus looked sideways at him.Although he didn't know Apollo's intentions, he believed in him, so he sat still.

Apollo's expression was very focused. He was blowing a cheerful tune, looking at Tartarus, with a smile in his green eyes, trying to infect the indifferent Abyss God.

Tartarus slowed down his eating of grapes. He liked Apollo's music very much, so he listened distractedly. As he listened, he ate a bunch of grapes.

The two vicious dogs rushed out aggressively, intending to attack, but unexpectedly the sound of Apollo's music sounded, their anger was appeased, and they calmed down quickly, lying on the ground whimpering. On the ground, very docile.

Apollo sent them to sleep with music, then looked at Tartarus and said, "Is it nice?"

Tartarus said, "Nice, but unnecessary?." It was laborious.

"No, I? think it's necessary?." Apollo said with a smile, "I can't? let them? bother you to eat grapes."

Tartarus looked at the withered vines on the ground and said, "Can't they bother me?"

If Apollo didn't make a move, he would have chosen to tie the two dogs with vines.This matter is not difficult for him to do.

"Yes, yes," just as Tartarus is used to Apollo's care, Apollo is also used to following Tartarus' words: "For us? Tar, settle them? Obviously not? Yes Difficult."

Hearing the words "we? Tar" again, Tartarus looked unmoved, and raised his eyelids: "You call me? It's a bit frequent."

Apollo was taken aback: "Really?" He didn't realize it himself.

Tartarus had a good memory: "Just now, I yelled four times."

Apollo rubbed his nose and found an excuse for himself: "I?

Tartarus didn't believe his excuses, and questioned: "You speak very fluently, aren't you unfamiliar?"

Apollo was a little embarrassed, and also a little inexplicably guilty, no? Waiting for him to investigate carefully, just heard Tartarus say again: "No? Sorry, just stop screaming."

Apollo breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay."

How much more did Tartarus eat? A bunch of grapes, and said, "You can go."

Hearing this, Apollo took out a roll of parchment and put it on the wooden bench where Tartarus had just stood up: "Let's let's go."

Tartarus asked him, "What did you put?"

Apollo replied: "Dionysus, the god of wine, gave me the secret recipe for wine making. For the owner of the vineyard, this will be the best gift."

liqueur?

Tartarus did not expect that the sweet or spicy wine that Artemis had tasted for him was made of grapes.He looked at the grapes again, and his eyes were a little more inquisitive.

Spotting Tartarus' curious gaze, Apollo gave him a brief introduction to the winemaking process, the use of grapes as raw materials, and the importance of the secret winemaking recipe for a barrel of wine.

Apollo was a talkative god. When he introduced the wine, he spoke very plainly, which was easy for Tartarus to understand.After he finished speaking, Tartarus clearly expressed his wish: "I want to drink."

Apollo said with a smile: "If you like it, we? We can taste the special wine of Patras. It's a pity not? In the holy mountain of Olympus, I still have a few bottles of Dio in the Temple of Light The good wine of Nissos. Frankly speaking, the wine made by humans has a special flavor, but it is still a little bit far from the good wine of Dionysus."

Tartarus heard the name Dionysus again, and he pursed his lips, feeling a little more curious about this Dionysus whom he had never met before.

The two male gods were delayed in the vineyard for a while, and the day and night were replaced again. The moon goddess climbed the hillside, and the sky was replaced by a black curtain.

"Go on?" Apollo asked.

He was a little ashamed to say that he said he wanted to lead the Abyss God, but he miscalculated the distance between them and the city-state of Patras. After walking for a long time, he didn't reach the destination.

"Go," said Tartarus.

God knows no fatigue. Although he has walked a certain distance, he doesn't feel tired at all. Instead, he is full of freshness for the next journey.

Just as the two male gods were about to continue to set off, they suddenly heard a rush of footsteps, accompanied by the women shouting excitedly.The torches held high lit up the dark night sky and illuminated the forests in the mountains. Under the clusters of firelight, Apollo clearly saw the Dionysian staffs waving in the hands of the women.

It is the carnival of Dionysus.

Dionysus, the god of wine, is the illegitimate son of the god king Zeus. He wanders in the world all the year round, teaching people how to brew fine wine, and is also the protector of the wine planting industry.Dionysus carnivals are held every year all over the world to celebrate the harvest. The women? Wearing deerskins and ivy crowns, singing and dancing to their heart's content, and giving the best wishes to the great Dionysus, the god of wine.

If the art under Apollo's control is biased towards rationality, the carnival brought to mankind by Dionysus is pure sensibility and freedom.The women? Crazy, and even raw? Stripping sacrifices, the scene was very bloody, full of impact.

Inexplicably, Apollo didn't want Tartarus to see such a scene.

"It's noisy," he said. "Tal, let's go over there."

Tartarus had always been quiet, and had no objection to Apollo's proposal.

However, the two male gods deliberately avoided it, but the carnival women kept approaching them, as if they had received some kind of special guidance.

Tartarus frowned, raised his hand to pick a leaf, and handed it to Apollo: "Blow."

Apollo was taken aback.

Just heard Tartarus say, "Blow 'em all to sleep."

It turned out that in the eyes of the God of the Abyss, he who was in charge of literature and art was for this purpose.

Apollo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and explained: "For music to be effective, it must first have an audience. They are in a state of carnival confusion, not our audience."

Tartarus frowned even tighter. When he raised his hand, a huge olive tree fell to the ground with a loud noise, and the ground shook.

The torches in the forest flickered a few times, and the women screamed in terror.

Apollo was speechless, the way the Abyss God solved the problem was so simple and rude, but effective.

Tartarus' actions effectively stopped the women's carnival, but the more shrill cries from the panicked women disturbed him.

very noisy.

There were waves in Tartarus' blue eyes.

Seeing him with a sullen face and pursed lips, Apollo seemed to be very angry, but he couldn't help but find it funny when he faced a group of humans.He used the divine power of light to transform into a golden harp, sat cross-legged on the ground, and plucked the strings with great concentration.

A burst of beautiful music spread farther and farther under the blessing of divine power, and reached the women's ears, forcibly stopping their panic and forcing them to listen to the sound of the piano.

The mountains and forests became quiet again, and the women? stopped screaming.

Suddenly, a hand was pressed on the golden strings, and a male god wearing a crown of grape branches suddenly appeared, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Apollo, are you robbing our believers?"