"There are generals who have lived for thousands of years...it's not like there aren't any."
Zhongli slowly put down the tea cup, tucked the hair on his right temple behind his ear, put the palm of his other hand downward, and quickly used his divine power to create a portrait in his hand, smiling at Hu Tao pretending to be mysterious.
"Where? Where? Mr. Zhongli! Do you know Munata's general?"
Hearing Zhongli's words, Hutao was so excited that she rushed to the table, grabbed Zhongli's shoulders with her small hands painted with black nail polish, and shook her hard, almost shaking the emperor's brains.
"Pa."
The scroll in Zhongli's hand also fell to the ground.
"Eh?"
Hu Tao's movement paused, and she looked up at Zhongli, who had a serious expression. She threw herself on the wooden table, quickly picked up the scroll on the ground, and held it tightly to her chest.
"You...open it and take a look."
Zhongli, who had expected it, grabbed the tea cup on the table while feeling dizzy, and took a step back with the tea in hand, avoiding the risk of being hit in the face by walnuts.
"Hehe."
Sticking out her tongue in embarrassment, Hutao carefully unfolded the scroll she got from Zhongli.
On the yellowed scroll that was deliberately aged by Zhongli, there was a lifelike depiction of a young man covered in bright red armor.
Golden red flame patterns light up from the wrist of the person in the painting, winding up into the breastplate that is embedded in the young man's chest. Soft sparks escape from the dazzling patterns, floating around him, like stars over the moon.
Average.
Behind the young man is a doomsday scene of raging flames and seas of fire.
It is Famas who is at the center of the battlefield.
Due to the heavy armor, Hu Tao could not see the face of the person in the painting. He could only judge from the red eyes exposed in the gap in the helmet that the person was still very young.
"Mr. Zhongli, is this man Munata's general?"
Hutao asked subconsciously.
"Not bad."
"The best way to let those Munata people rest in peace is to find their general."
Zhongli nodded, put down the tea cup, and crossed his arms. His slightly sharp golden eyes were hidden, and his whole person exuded a subtle sense of softness.
"Wow, Mr. Zhongli actually secretly hides such a good thing!"
Hutao clenched her fists and raised her little mouth.
Ever since Hall Master Hu can remember, her grandfather has been looking for a way to solve the Munata people's souls. As a guest, Mr. Zhongli naturally knows about this.
There is obviously such an important clue as the portrait, but it is only now being brought out.
"I forgot about it earlier."
"Liyue is where thousands of sails gather. If you ask around, you should have some clues about the people in the painting..."
Zhongli coughed lightly, and just as he was about to say something else, Hu Tao had already rushed out of the Hall of Purity with the portrait in his arms, and broke into the vast night. It seemed that he really wanted to find this "general" in Liyue.
"I'm not finished yet..."
The emperor opened his mouth slightly embarrassed, but Hutao had already disappeared, leaving only a strong plum fragrance in place.
Zhongli's stiff body finally relaxed.
Although it is a bit unexpected, fortunately everything is going according to his own ideas, and Hu Tao should not disturb his retirement life for a long time.
Regardless of whether Hall Master Hu can find Famas through the portrait, even if he bumps into him by mistake, the quirky Hu Tao will convince Famas to go to the border between life and death to solve the problem.
The door to the boundary between life and death can only be opened at night, and Famas can no longer occupy his own room to sleep.
The soul that has been waiting for a thousand years, Famas who is causing trouble everywhere, and the troublesome Walnut, three problems are solved at the same time.
The emperor who was out of trouble picked up the tea cup with a smile, his gold-leaf eyes flashed with relief, and he took a relieved sip of the tea that had lost its temperature.
The cup was just ordinary rock tea that had been cooled down, but to Zhongli's taste, it seemed to be the young leaves of Qingcezhuang that had just been roasted.
"It's time to go to Northland Bank."
After confirming that Hu Tao would not return to the Hall of Purity, Zhongli moved lightly and without disturbing Famas, he quietly sneaked back to the room on the second floor and packed up the bath balls with the neon scent and the bath towels he used every day.
Sneaking towards the Northland Bank.
As the largest store opened by Zhidong Guo in Liyue, Beiguo Bank also has extremely luxurious VIP rooms. Unlike the wooden barrels commonly used by Liyue people, the bathroom of Beiguo Bank has a white ceramic bathtub.
It is said that it was designed and supervised by the pleasure-loving Fool Executive Pantalone.
And this is also Zhongli's favorite moment in his retired life. Soaking in the warm water, he no longer has to worry about the trivial matters of the world. He can empty his mind and think about nothing. He lies there in a daze until the water completely cools down after a few dozen minutes.
Climb out.
Milky white foam, warm and comfortable water temperature, relaxing muscles and bones, and a moist white towel on the face.
The most important thing is that there is no need to worry about the lack of Mora. Dadalia has already informed the head of Northland Bank, Ekaterina, that all expenses incurred by Mr. Zhongli will be charged to his account.
The emperor happily went to the North Country Bank to take a bath. During Baiju's reverse journey, Ying and Paimon fell into a deep sleep after talking about the future. Famas in the Hall of Rebirth always felt that something was calling him deep in the earth's veins, but with
After covering my head with the pillow, the call disappeared.
At dawn the next day, Ying opened her eyes in a daze. After taking a few deep breaths, she found that her chest was unusually heavy. She raised her little hand on her side and just touched Paimon's furry little head.<
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"Well..."
Feel the touch of fire.
Get up and wash up.
Although the big bed is very comfortable, unfortunately there is still work to be done today, to find the grandma Ping Zhongli mentioned.
Grandma Ping lives by the steps of Yujing Terrace, selling tea to tourists visiting Yujing Terrace.
"Ying, how should we contact Famas?"
A few minutes later, Paimon woke up and flew to Ying who was washing his face, with his little hands behind his buttocks and asked.
"Famas...should have stayed in the Hall of Purity last night, right?"
Ying wrung out the towel with both hands, hung it up, and returned to the bedroom to open the curtains, and bright sunlight shone on the messy big bed.
"What time is it now?!"
They stretched out their fingers to block the dazzling sunlight, and the rays of light leaking out from between their fingers reminded Ying that it seemed it was late for them to wake up.
"Well... Judging from the position of the sun, it's almost noon now..."
Paimon shook his head to indicate the time. Before he finished speaking, he was pulled out by the anxious blonde girl.
"It's so late!"
"Famas may have been waiting for us at Yujing Terrace!"