Reappearing on the Yujing stage, Paimeng's eyes were shining brightly, and he excitedly asked Grandma Ping.
"Immortal... these two words, my old lady has not heard anyone mention them seriously for a long time."
"As for whether I am an immortal, my child, don't you understand in your heart?"
Grandma Ping frowned slightly and looked at the excited Paimon.
She actually wanted to say that there is an ancient demon god beside you, but after seeing Famas's eyes clearly, she swallowed the words that came to her lips.
The old woman is too old to take care of so many things.
Liyue has also faced countless crises. The emperor has hope for mortals, so she has no reason to stop the emperor's plan.
"Well... I seem to understand, but I don't seem to understand everything. But mother-in-law, you... just gave us the bell?"
"Aren't you surprised? As soon as something happened to Emperor Yan Wang, we came to you in a hurry to ask for the bell..."
At this time, Paimon, whose excitement had passed, also noticed the strange atmosphere between Famas and Grandma Ping. He took a step back from Ying and asked cautiously.
"Silly boy, throughout the history of Liyue Port, I don't know how many immortals have left, and I don't know how many storms it has caused."
Grandma Ping told the story in a vicissitudes of life, looking at Famasi next to her from time to time, quite like knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger.
"But no matter which time it was, Liyue got through it safely. He followed the rules and carried out the ceremony of sending immortals decently first, and then arranged the rest."
"Keeping shouting to catch the murderer, but delaying the ceremony of sending immortals. In my opinion, this is putting the cart before the horse."
"Now that you are here to borrow the bell, I guess one of my old friends finally couldn't stand it anymore and came out to take charge of the overall situation."
Grandma Ping tightened her clothes and her mood suddenly became depressed.
It seemed that it was late autumn or early winter when the dust cleared in Gui Zhong, and there was still a little snow in Gui Li at that time.
It has been so many years, and the owner of the Xiaolongbao shop that I was familiar with when I was young has changed from the former landlady to the son of the landlady. Lao Zhang’s blacksmith shop has been passed down for three generations, and Xiao Zhang has become Lao Zhang again.
Liyue Port gradually becomes unfamiliar.
"Okay, now that you have got the things, go back quickly and don't miss anything."
Jian Ying and Paimon still wanted to hear the story, so Grandma Ping smiled and urged the three of them to bring the bells to complete the ceremony of sending immortals.
Hearing this, Paimon took the blonde girl's hand and nodded seriously.
"Grandma Ping, let's leave first!"
The three of them walked towards Yujing Terrace with clear goals.
Famas said that he saw Zhongli wandering around at the tiger rock eating stall.
As soon as he left Grandma Ping's sight, Paimon couldn't wait to walk around Famas, clenched his little fists, and looked at Famas expectantly with his big watery eyes.
"Famas, you are also the god of fire, right? Do you also have that...um...thing like a teapot..."
"You can let a lot of people in, and there is a big, big house..."
Paimon talks about it endlessly.
The furnishings and landscapes he saw in Grandma Ping's teapot shocked little Paimon, who had just entered the cave.
"If you can put a lot of wild boars on the mountain in Huli, and then there are many, many fish in the pool... so many delicious things!"
The greedy little mascot has already compared Grandma Ping's teapot and begun to imagine what Wild Boar Island, Fish Island, and Rice Island look like.
Paimon waved his short hand and patted Famas's shoulder in a flattering manner.
Feeling Paimon's strong little hand, Famas nodded happily, grabbed the little face of the emergency food, and pulled little Paimon in front of him.
"Indeed, I also have a place that is like a cave."
Famas does have a space for storing debris, and it can be expanded with divine power.
However, living creatures are not allowed to enter this space, and Famasi did not have time to study the specific principles back then.
All I know is that if you want to open up a space where living creatures can live, you must need the "Cuiyu Rock" produced by the giant rock abyss.
Although the expeditionary force of that year reached Liyue, developing the Strata Abyss was also a huge project.
Famas, who was beyond his reach, was trapped by a lot of more important things before he could make a detailed plan. He was so busy that he could only put the distant war on hold.
"Originally, it was not open to living people, but Paimon had this need..."
Famas smiled evilly and kneaded Paimon's chubby little face, and deliberately used his thumb to make a big smile on the little mascot's face.
"It's big in there, but it may hurt. Paimon, please bear with it for a while."
With all the delicious food in his mind, Paimon almost didn't react. His sensitive little ears suddenly caught the key word "living person", his smile suddenly stiffened, and he struggled in Famas's palm.
"No...no, I won't go!"
Paimon struggled to break away from Famas' arms, his eyes were red with fear, and his pale golden eyes were even more watery, as if he would sniffle and cry in the next second.
Living people can't enter, isn't that...
"Oh? Are you really not going?"
Playing with the cute Paimon, Famas led Ying through the crowded market and passed by the pool in the central area of Liyue.
The three of them found Zhongli at a stall surrounded by children.
Wearing a rock shirt and holding his arms, Zhongli stood helplessly among a group of children, holding seven kites, as if he was waiting for someone.
"You are here."
Zhongli raised the seven kites high, avoiding the cheering children beside his lap to prevent these children from damaging the custom-made kites. He turned to look at Famas and Ying who were approaching: "Do you have any more Mora?
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"Eh? We're the ones paying again?"
Paimon's eyes widened. He had just been wronged by Famas, and now he had to help Zhongli pay.
"Young master has given you a lot of money, please pay it."
Zhongli nodded, as if it were a matter of course, which made Paimon furious.
"Hey! It's like it's your money."
Although it was not their money, Paimon always felt reluctant to let go of the golden Mora.
Moreover, the mola that the young master gave last time seems to have been spent.
"Is buying a kite necessary for the ceremony of sending immortals?"
Ying stared at the seven kites of different colors in Zhongli's hand and asked curiously.
"Yes."
Zhongli responded calmly and briefly, his gold foil eyes passing over Famas, dimming slightly.
Since it is needed for the ceremony, there is nothing wrong with purchasing it.
"These days, customers who are willing to buy kites of this style are very rare."
Ashanpo tied up a new kite and handed it to the waiting children, successfully rescuing Zhongli from being surrounded by children.
"I'm really sorry, the children are still young and are easily attracted by these colorful kites."
He took out a red leather rattle and handed it to a little boy with a runny nose. He used the toy to attract the children's attention, and they finally found a chance to talk.
"Eh? Do these kites have any other meanings?"
Paimon flew to Zhongli's side and stared at the seven kites, which looked the same except for their color.
"These seven kites are ornaments used in ceremonies to send immortals..."
Ashanpo sighed nostalgically.
"The seven kites symbolize the seven gods."
Zhongli promptly added an explanation, but Famas stared at the flaming kite representing war and remained silent.
"He is indeed the most knowledgeable Mr. Zhongli in Liyue."
"For the pattern dedicated to the God of Wind, I deliberately painted the colors freely out of the boundary."
Ashanpo's old and hoarse voice sounded, and then gradually lowered her voice: "As for those dedicated to the rock god, you must paint them according to the contract. This kind of pattern is very ancient and can also be found in the Golden House..."
The old man's chatter gradually weakened, as if he was lost in memories.
"The thunder patterns on this kite...well, the sense of rotation is well grasped, just like the eternity that the God of Thunder wants, and the patterns of grass blades and silver wood annual rings dedicated to wisdom...are cleverly integrated into the skeleton of the kite, which is quite superb.
Craftsmanship..."
Zhongli showed the kites in his hand to Ying and Paimon one by one, but when it was the turn of Winter Kingdom and Munata, Zhongli's tone was obviously weaker and his speech became slurred.
"Justice as balanced as water, blazing war, winter frost... Well, the details are all done right."
The characteristics of each god were displayed on the kite, causing Zhongli to nod approvingly.
"Hoo ho ho, it's also a pleasure to occasionally get compliments from knowledgeable customers."
Surprised by Zhongli's knowledge reserve, Ashanpo coughed twice and said complimentary words with a smile.
When both the buyer and the seller were quite satisfied, Famas suddenly said something that made Ashanpo and Zhongli's smiles freeze on their faces at the same time.
"You drew the wrong pattern on Munata's battle flag."