As the huge fire with Xin Yan at the center soared into the sky, the atmosphere at the scene finally reached its climax, igniting the enthusiasm of the audience. They stood up from their seats one after another, applauding from the bottom of their hearts, and
Xin Yan stood on the stage, tears and sweat mixed together and flowed down to the stage.
After the performance, Xin Yan couldn't wait to run to Zhongli. Before Zhongli could leave his mouth, Xin Yan said: "Sir, I understand. Perhaps this is a stage more suitable for me than other places. Rock and roll.
It should be about standing together with everyone, not a talent show at some festival."
"So, you plan to stay here and play, right?"
"Yes, sir, I don't think I can be the resident singer at the Death Hall, or is this place suitable for me?"
Zhongli smiled: "I understand."
But Xin Yan was still a little embarrassed and said: "They all say that Mr. Zhongli is well-informed. I wonder what you think of my rock music?"
Zhongli thought about it carefully, and then slowly said: "The beat and rhythm are perfect, but the melody should be your imitation of other rock songs, right? You just play the recognized melodies in rock music.
, but it lacks something of your own, but it doesn’t matter, after all, you are still young. Rock and roll, this type of music has a strong sense of rhythm, and the beating of the drums coincides with the rhythm of ancient human sacrificial drums, which can easily arouse the instinctive enthusiasm in human beings.
very nice."
But at this time, a person next to him who had listened to Xin Yan's performance said disdainfully: "How do you know the rhythm of the sacrifice? That thing has been lost for thousands of years. It sounds like you have heard it with your own ears."
Zhong Mo glared at him fiercely: "Huh! If my brother says so, then that's it!"
"You kid, why are you so fierce?"
Zhong Li patted Zhong Mo's head gently and said with a smile: "This is just a family opinion. It's not the truth. It's just what I feel. Don't worry about it."
But Xin Yan knew that everything Zhongli said was exactly in line with her current situation. Although she liked rock music, it was just a reproduction of the Fontaine rock music she had learned in Liyue. She was far away from herself.
Classic rock is still far away.
Xin Yan nodded.
"Sir, you are right. I am still too young for rock music now, but I believe that one day I will become a rock master! Liyue will also have world-famous rock music! By then
, I’m going to be the resident singer for my husband!”
Zhongli smiled and said, "I'll wait."
"Then sir, let's say goodbye! I continue to look for rock inspiration. I will definitely surprise you next time we meet!"
Seeing Xin Yan running away with the piano in a hurry, I'm afraid this is a habit he developed from being chased by Qian Yanjun after playing in the past, right?
"Okay, Xiaomo, let's go too."
After bidding farewell to Xin Yan, Zhong Li did not take Zhong Mo back to the Hall of Purity. Instead, he took her hand, walked across the bridge at the entrance of Liyue Port, and walked out.
Zhong Ying, who was behind her, was only a short distance behind, following the two of them silently.
Registration is required to enter the port, but when leaving the port without a port closure order from Qixing, the guarding Qianyan Army will only briefly check the people leaving the city and will not conduct too many interrogations.
In this way, Zhong Li led Zhong Mo across the bridge and walked up a trail outside Liyue Port. This is a small peninsula that was derived from Liyue Port for unknown reasons. Some people say that it was once the Tianheng Mountain.
It was formed by falling boulders into the sea.
As we got closer, we could see that there was a sentry tower built on the peninsula, but the sentry tower looked a little dilapidated, and there was no Qianyan Army stationed on the island.
The three of them boarded the guard tower and looked down at the Liyue Port not far away. They could also see many huge merchant ships sailing into or out of Teyvat's largest commercial capital.
Zhong Li waved to Zhong Ying behind him: "Come here, Zhong Ying."
Zhong Ying walked up and bowed her head slightly towards Zhong Li: "Master, Miss."
Perhaps because she saw Zhong Mo's hostility towards her, a hint of embarrassment appeared on Zhong Ying's face, but Zhong Mo said to Zhong Li.
"Brother, this sister has a very uncomfortable aura about her!"
A look of understanding appeared in Zhongli's eyes. Then he put his hand in front of Zhong Ying, and the golden rock element symbol lit up. Zhong Ying seemed to be in great pain. Cold sweat broke out on her face, and her whole body
The man squatted down and curled up, and the semi-green hair on his head eventually turned completely black.
At this moment, Zhong Mo noticed that the annoying aura on Zhong Ying's body disappeared. She moved her eyes away from Zhong Ying and stared at Zhong Li's hands instead.
Zhongli spread his hands, and a black mist extracted from Zhong Ying's body was tightly trapped in his palms. At this time, Zhong Mo also shouted.
"That's it! It's an uncomfortable, annoying thing! Xiao Mo has encountered it several times along the way! Seeing it, Xiao Mo feels uncomfortable all over!"
At this time, Zhong Ying also breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought the lady hated me..."
Zhong Mo touched his head in embarrassment: "No, it's just that my sister had this thing on her at first, and I thought she was a bad person..."
Zhongli's steady voice attracted their attention, and they turned to look.
"Xiao Mo, there are some things that I must let you know."
Listening to Zhong Li's serious tone, Zhong Mo not only became solemn.
"You said you have encountered this thing many times along the way, so do you know what it is?"
Zhong Mo nodded: "I know! Chongyun said this is karma! It is caused by the resentment after the death of living beings and the residue after the death of demons!"
"Although mortal concepts do not touch the essence, they are not far away. Karma, in essence, is an impure soul. As long as the soul becomes no longer pure and it cannot be dissipated, it will eventually turn into karma."
"And all souls in this world are no longer pure from the moment they are born."
Zhong Mo and Zhong Ying both showed surprised expressions: "That means?"
"Yes." Zhongli nodded, "All creatures on Teyvat are karma to some extent."
"But most souls are extremely fragile. After their bodies are dispersed, the souls also die quickly, so it is difficult to achieve success. But the stronger the soul, the easier it is to be entangled in karma, and the easier it is to turn into something worse after death.
Powerful karma.”
"Therefore, if you want to eliminate karma, one way is to be in a seal. The passage of a long time is worth the gradual disappearance of karma, but the final result shows that this method will cause irreversible damage to the earth's veins."
"The other way is to use a stronger soul to accommodate these karma in its soul, and after he leaves, use another soul to accommodate these karma, never ending."
"And this approach is just drinking doves to quench thirst."
Looking at the thoughtful expressions of the two people, Zhongli finally said: "In other words, without any accidents, the final outcome of Teyvat Continent."
"It is death."
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Every time I write about Zhongli, it’s easy to get stuck because this character is so perfect. I’m always afraid that he’ll say something that doesn’t suit his identity, but I know that no matter how careful I am, the breakdown of Zhongli’s character will still happen.
, I can only control this collapse to the smallest possible range.
I can only try my best to prevent Zhongli from saying anything that is not in line with his character, but it is difficult because in terms of setting, he has thousands of years of time accumulated in him, but what about me? I am only twenty years old, what do I have?
What qualifications guarantee that you can do it?
But at least I can guarantee that he will not shout angrily, "How dare you! How dare you!" with the accumulation of thousands of years of time.
